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night at the museum - kindsummer
A newly recruited night security guard at the Museum of Natural History discovers that an ancient curse causes the animals and exhibits on display to come to life and wreak havoc. Aside from the massive skeletal figure of a T-Rex, Eddie was drawn to one particular exhibit. It was a wax figure of a marine, Eddie knew his battalion history enough to recognize the uniform, the ensignia. He was part of the Old Breed, the division that spearheaded the offensive in the South Pacific during World War Two. The figure’s features were striking, strong and sharp, and strangely, his eyes seemed intensely kind and patient. Which was ridiculous, because wax figures shouldn’t express emotions.
#fic*#night at the museum#andyeddie#the pacific#bucksquared#ayeeee a bitch is BACKKKKK#thought i was done? nah dawg#this fic had vested interest and was requested months ago so hopefully people are into it still
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lol am I allowed to ask for yan!fwb? or have you already done that? like darling isn't looking for something serious, just casual, but yan!fwb is already planning their marriage when they get darling inside their sheets
(yandere! fwb x gn! reader) (silly😜) (dom reader)
"can we just fuck why do we have to go out for dinner?"
"because... because it's for the plot?"
you stare at the male, deadpanning at him as you roll your eyes at his stupid answer. what plot? you two were just friends with benefits, why'd he need to bring you out to some fancy ass restaurant to eat?
and he even made you dress up?? what the hell?
don't friends with benefits just fuck and get it over with? that's the whole point isn't it? why's he treating you like you're his lover?
"dude this feels like a date."
"i- it's not!"
the male stutters, cheeks pink as he nervously offers his hand to you to escort you into the restaurant. you stare at it before slapping the hand away and walking in. geez, did he seriously think you were about to act like his lover? no way!
the male pouts, cheeks flushed as he quietly trails behind you like a little puppy. aw... his hand really felt lonely and he thought yours might be too ☹️ no matter, you'll be fucking him tonight anyways...
"ahem-"
the male clears his throat as he anxiously fiddles with his phone, walking up to the main desk. you watch in slight amusement as the receptionist and waiters immediately gush over him, carefully bringing the two of you to what seemed like a private room? woah, you knew he was rich but you didn't know it was like this rich.
"a-ah... you can order anything you want... I'll pay."
"thanks."
you mumble boredly, flipping through the expensive menu that you'd never have touched if it weren't for him. dawg maybe you'd let him dominate you for once... as a way of saying thanks.
...
nah. actually you think he'll break down in tears if you told him to dominate you. he's such a crybaby.
"hey-"
"yes my love?!"
the male exclaims, hearts in his eyes as you stare at him with the most disgusted look you can conjure. ugh, he's always like this! treating yoh like his lover, calling you petnames... is he delusional or what?
"firstly, don't call me that. secondly, what do you recommend?"
"o-oh... hm, i recommend the A5 wagyu and the caviar-"
you blink in confusion, brain not processing any of his words. god damnit, why was rich people food so confusing?! all these fancy names for a tiny plate of food?!
"you know what, forget it."
you mumble as you slam the menu shut. the male jumps slightly, whimpering as his lower lip pouts. aw, it's times like this where you can't help but think he's so freaking cute.
"ah... I'm sorry darling! w-we can go to another restaurant instead... oh i knew this place wouldn't be to your tastes and i-"
"i want you instead."
you cock your head at him, grinning as you make your way towards the flustered male. you drink in his delightful expressions, humming happily as your friend with benefits turns into a cute puddle of blabbering words.
yes...
you never were that hungry for food anyway.
and he would fulfill your hunger much more easily.
"hehe, you really are the cutest, aren't you?"
"oh darling!"
ah. guess it really is time to devour him. in more ways than one.
#yandere#tw yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere concept#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere fwb#yamdere fwb x reader#gn reader#suiana rambling#suiana brainrotting
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「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, low effort drabble, writer tries to do something shorter, yes i am still insane and crazy about dc im so sorry, silliness, jason todd is so fucking funny to me 」
「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」
↳ ft. my lovie (aka jason todd)
author's note: YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH DC?? nah. ok so this is like. something i can't get out of my head. let's ignore the fact his ass is canonically GREEDY AS FUCK!!!!! (●_●) taskforce z vol. one jason's literally a dine-and-dash guy. left a huge ass bill too like dawg.... GTFO 😭😭
▸ JASON will always offer a bite of his food every time he eats around you. it's almost instinct that he extends it to you like... "y' want some??"
it'd be really sweet if it wasn't the most random foods on earth. you love and adore him but... his habit of offering things extends to foods that really aren't made to be shared.
"...that's a tootsie pop." you remark, as he holds the lollipop to you. mind you, the candy has already been in his mouth.
"yeah? so what?" he shrugs casually, barely even blinking.
truth be told, the moment you said that, jason felt a pang of embarrassment shoot through him like a bullet. if he's being honest, he didn't even really think about it. he shares everything with you.
trying to play it off nonchalantly, he just grins.
"why? are you one of those people who only like the center or something?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "it's okay. i'll give it you after i've eaten around it—"
"dude, ew."
yeah ok so now hes just messing with you. even though he would totally do that if you asked him...
— reblogs always appreciated!
#dc#dc comics#dc x reader#dc x you#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#tootsie pops are ok i guess
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disco sings our tune (mk x reader)
content warnings: male reader, second pov (you/your), fluff drabble with some angst sprinkled, s5 spoilers (for anyone who still somehow hasn't seen it)
author's notes: okay this one was really sweet when i started writing it ☹️ i love mk dawg he's so aaaah
You're MK’s perfect match.
No, it wasn't because you liked Monkey King (he's such a big meanie to you), and it wasn't because you liked Pigsy's noodles (too spicy) and it wasn't because you were friends with Mei (you were but she always bullied you for trying to be MK's new bff ☹️), and it also wasn't because you pissed of Red Son by simply existing.
Nah, you were his match because you always matched his wild energy. Opposites usually attracted each other, but it seemed like similarities also drew each other in as well. And MK would have to be an ass like Macaque if he ever said he didn't enjoy your company.
And he appreciated you, he truly did.
Even at his lowest point, even after everything he's done, your very presence filled him with joy.
“MK?” You gently pinched his cheek, bringing him back to reality. There you were, sitting next to him on the roof of Pigsy's noodles. You were smiling at him, your thumb rubbing the spot you had pinched with the sweet smile that you always wore.
MK stared at you, and felt tears threatening to spill, even when he'd cried enough in Monkey King's arms.
If he had actually allowed the cycle to end, would you have been reborn? Would he have ever seen you again? If Xiangliu had never awakened him early, would he have ever met you?
His heart squeezed at the thought. The mere idea that somewhere out there, there was a universe where he would've never existed. That he'd never have met you….
“Don't cry. You're so sweet, MK. Have I ever told you how much I loved you?” One after the other the words tumbled from your lips, and your arms wrapped around him, hugging him close. Your presence, so warm and comforting, reminding him of what he could've lost…. “I love you. I love you to the moon and back! Don't cry, you're way too cool to cry!”
And so sweet..
He couldn't help but laugh, returning your embrace with his own.
“I know,” he said, allowing you to thread your hands through his hair, scattering sweet kisses across his face. “I know, and I love you too, (Name).”
“You better.” You gave him another kiss. From below, Tang was gagging at the sight, but you stuck your tongue out at him. “From now on, just trust me, alright? We're boyfriends! And I need you!! I mean, who else is gonna help me piss off Red Son?”
“There's Mei―”
“She hacked his socials and posted FNAF fanfiction.”
“Oh. Then yeah you do need me.”
“Exactly!”
@lotusarchon , 21.09.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!
#𓍯𓂃usagii's penpals🎐#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#male reader#lego monkie kid x reader#monkie kid x reader#lmk x reader#lego monkie kid x y/n#monkie kid x y/n#lmk x y/n#lmk mk#mk lmk#lmk mk x reader#lmk mk x y/n#mk x reader#mk x y/n#lmk qi xiaotian#lmk qi xiaotian x reader#lmk mk/qi xiaotian#sfw#lmk fluff#fluff#mentioned#lmk mei#lmk red son#lmk sun wukong#lmk pigsy#mk lmk x reader
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Hii i know you are more into britcedes but, oomg you have to see this moment when Alex posted on instagram a edited picture of George in lingerie
https://www.tumblr.com/brittany-and-lewis/763197570918006784/i-gotchue-bae-streets-will-never-forget-this-one
The Alex tattoo in his rib?!!?!!! They are never beating the allegations 😭🙏🙏
NAH WHAT THE FUCK??? HOLY SHIT I MEAN I KNEW THEY WERE LOWKEY GAY KINDA BUT???? Idk what is more incriminating the woke up in the same bed with matching throat infections or THIS. Why is it so well done. Why did he make the bra humongous genuinely is this straight men behaviour??
AND THE TATTOO!! POSSESSIVE MUCH??? He fucking warped the font to make it more realistic what the hell thats EFFORT. [edit: i am a dumbass and thought alex edited it because i didnt read like past the first line OK BUT REPOSTING IS STILL FUCKING CRAZY LIKE DAWG. DAWG AT THIS POINT I DONT NEED TO HIDE MY ART ON TUMBLR ANYMORE WHAT THE HELL?? ]
Also slightly off topic but i do heavily ship galex! I just dont read as much because i feel like the general fic flavour is just not as to what i like to read as britcedes is? Maybe i have a raging age gap kink who knows
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i love fanfics, and you have *PERFECT* writing and most of the time it's open so duont be mwad at mwe if i ask too much 😭😭
teru, and yugi twins x reader who writes poems???? fluff 🙏🙏🙏
a/n: heyy!!! awh shucks- thank you!!! nah bro you good i love when ppl request 🫶🏽
this idea sounds so cute ah- onto the headcanons!
Teru 🤺 and the Yugi twins 🧑🏻🧑🏻 with an s/o who writes poetry (gender neutral):
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Teru 🤺:
"what beautiful words you have there, darling~"
i headcanon that teru is a big fan of poetry
so when he found out that you, his beloved and sweet s/o was a talented poet he was estatic
he was like a little kid finding out their mom is taking them to McDonald's
he tried to keep his cool and totally not geek out about his favorite pieces of poetry and ask to see your work
definitely romanticizes you writing mysterious poems and leaving them in his locker or something
he just watches you in awe as you form the right words and make up a meaning behind each sentence
he's practically towering over you and blocking the light tell him to stop please
gets very giddy when you do write him poems, specifically love letters that are super detailed and cute and ah-
staring at it for hours on end
he would want to go on library dates and just write poems together whilst you two have coffee and sweets
give this boy sm poems pls he's in love
Yugi Twins 🧑🏻🧑🏻:
"you write beautifully.."
"you're beautiful yourself too!"
boy oh boy
i can see tsukasa finding out first that you are the person behind the paper of those marvelous words
at first he'd be a lil confused, give him some time he'll figure it out (with your help) BUT once he connects the dots he'll be like an eager lil puppy
he wouldn't tell you that he knows about your poetry but he would tell amane, bro is over the moon when he reads your work my goodness
the way you put together your words with such delicacy and thought just marvels them
if you wrote them love letters, especially secret admirer letters, they would wanna respond back with their own poems
amane definitely uses astronomy metaphors and leaves lil cutesy trinkets in those lil letters
tsukasa on the other hand leaves stains on the letters and manages to go through three pens and a pencil just from writing two stanzas, ill let your imagination think of what kinda stains he leaves
if you recite your poems to them they're done for, bonus points if you have an enchanting and alluring voice man they are beet red
the twins would love to watch you do your magic but amane would get a lil nervous since he knows the pressure of being watched whilst doing something as intricate as writing, tsukasa on the other hand is bombarding you with questions about the meanings, why you used that word, etc
over all, these lil lover boys are head over heels for you and your gorgeous words~
OH MY GOODNESS IM SO SORRY THIS IS SUPA LATE, SCHOOL HAS BEEN KICKING MY BOOTY DAWG ☠️ HOPE YOU ENJOY!
-ooga :D
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First. The batter itself went terribly bc the recipe was like nah dawg don't use two bowls, use one it's fine. Just make a well in the middle and pour the liquids there.
But the liquids over flowed the well so I was like oh god maybe I didn't have enough flour???#!#? So I poured more flour . But then it got very lumpy and I was like oh no maybe I put too much flour. So then I put more milk. I could not decide in the end which one I needed more of
But it's fine. We got to a consistency that was... okayish
I then put butter on the pan, as u do. But the butter did not work. So the pancake stuck. And I also flipped it too early but committed. This was a mistake.
Attempt number one has never gone so terribly in my life
I thought about how it's tradition to give your dog the first pancake bc they are normally bad but I was like "Is this?? Is this cruel even for the dog??" So I asked my stepmom and she said to not feed it to the dog so o7
She then informed me to use oil instead of butter and WOO it did work better however . I still flipped the second one too early bc it had felt more solid but ig not solid enough
BUT FINALLY!!! THE THIRD ONE!!! REJOICE!!!! IT ACTUALLY LOOKED LIKE A PROPER PANCAKE (I added more milk and it helped)
Twenty minutes later I have finished them and they look scuffed but y'know edible
(Apparently not everyone does this, but my family's always put them in the oven to continue cooking just in case they're undercooked Also to keep warm while u cook the rest)
I put butter and maple syrup and I get ready to finally eat it and
It's not cooked
It is soft and mushy and OUGH not good
I try a second one and that ones cooked so REJOICEEE it actually tastes really good
I try a third and it's also uncooked
I attempt to raise the temp in the oven to finish it off and . I think it's cooked by the time I finish but. I have now lost all appetite and feel sick at the idea of eating pancakes after one too many tries 😭😭😭😭
Last few silly messages from discord
My grandfather thinks they're cooked and he ate them so that's good I have work in an hour and I have not even showered yet ima just . Eat soup or pb&j for dinnerr on break and call it a day o77 I don't think this week is for me Bee ngl SHFJFKFLF
Congrats little buddy I think that’s the worst anyones ever done it /lh
Icy. If the well overflows my immediate response would be to just. Let it overflow and mix it after it’s all in there. It’s getting mixed anyway. Adding ingredients is only going to make it worse 😭
I’m so sorry this went so wrong but it’s also hilarious to read through I hope your next attempt at pancakes goes better. At least you didn’t try the pumpkin pancakes bc can you imagine the mess that would’ve made if pumpkin was involved
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I can’t remember if I forgot yesterday. It’s been a long day. Not like bad long, but long. Stressful. ups and downs. I have a car (vehicle) now and I am so happy with her. I’m also terrified. Gonna hang out w my boyfriend and watch howls moving castle tomorrow but I’m so incredibly petrified bc I have a mental disorder. I have to navigate and drive there on my own tomorrow. I am so scared. Scared shitless. And then there’s the matter of meeting his parents and not permanently wrecking my relationship bc I have a very deep fear of being seen? Fuck idk. I really need medication I cannot live like this. Live laugh zoloft I suppose (help). I like the dichotomy of my daily posts’ captions. Bc on the one hand, sometimes there’s lore or nothing or some quip, and other times I fucking journal.
Dear diary,
I have mental health issues. Please send rum and regards.
Sincerely,
Pidge C. Vanilla
Or conversely we can write like I’m some estranged homosexual from the Victorian era.
My dearest diary,
Since our last correspondence, I have done nothing but yearn for you in a way that I am scared to confront the depths of. My heart and mind have been racing tumultuously, and I fear that if I do not see you soon that I will fall into a despair of unknowable dimensions. I have thought of your soft lips pressed against mine, like a rose with its thorns gently avoided. The fluttering of your eyelashes as our faces are pressed together in passionate embrace, concealing the irises which have become so familiar to me in the fleeting moments before I drift off to sleep every night. A private declaration of my love for you, soothing my swirling mind and sending me into blissful peace only broken by the sound of our hearts pounding in tandem.
Nah dawg I’m not finishing this ain’t no way I got so tired I started writing idk love poetry? It’s not poetry it’s just very flowery prose.
I get more verbose the sleepier I am and that terrifies me. I think it’s bc my brain slows down and I can actually string sentences together cohesively. It’s like there’s less of a rush to get something out before it’s gone forever. Anyways I’m going to take anxiety meds tmrw to placebo my way into being cool and confident.
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Used to be a part of tmc community, it was my horrible mistake and I still regret it. So many hypocrites!! First you're not allowed to share your honest thoughts and opinion or else they will fucking get you. I've seen constant harassment and witch-hunt over "problematic people", thinking they're the saint of the fandom and that's disgust me. I told them "Hey instead of harassing them just block them instead. Learn how to move on guys ffs" and I ended up being the bad guy like brooo no wonder you always see the negativity on your timeline because your asses decided to interact with the dead dove stuff!!! As if the series itself wasn't already problematic enough....
Oh btw the series got less scarier ever since the vol 4 was released. The live action is so unnecessary imo.
From what I've heard, the creator deactivated and the big artist got stalked and deactivated too. The community deserved the downfall.
yup, that's pmuch what i've heard from those who managed to get away from the toxicity. it's just utterly baffling that you'd have so many people that are willing to gang up on you for the protection of people they never knew about and will never be friends with ( cause god, can you imagine? ). and it makes your head spin even more when just saying "hey, just block them and move on" is enough to earn you a witch hunt like???
and yeah, i didn't rlly like the live action he had going on -- i mean, i can see it being done for a shorter vid ( like the ones you see between volumes ) but for a whole ass volume?? nah, dawg, that shit is... it kinda distracts ya, if you know what i mean. and what's even more hilarious is that the fandom treats alex's work like it's revolutionary?? in the horror genre?? so you're not allowed to criticized him or even give suggestions cause it's automatically deemed as hate or some shit by the community
i heard that alex finally deactivated and get off twitter ( thank fucking god ) and the big artist?? i mean, there had been a few popular aritsts that have been driven off so...
#Anonymous#but i def agree with you on there; that the community deserves falling apart#cause they set everything they deem as ''problematic'' on fire; only to cry and bitch when they themselves get burned#good fucking riddance lmao#big trouble in little tmc town
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(SA cause no that's hilarious)
"Oh hello? Are you here for someone?" Alma asked smiling at the children of prominent and influential families in their community. She did not know why they were at her door but she was not going to be on anything but her best behavior with them around.
"We came to visit our friend if that is alright Dona." The son of the villages doctor outside of Julieta said adjusting his glasses a bit.
"Oh that is perfectly fine. I just wasn't expecting you is all. Please please come in." Alma said waving them in and wondering which of her grandkids were friends with these boys. Probably her perfect Isabela.
"We wanted to surprise her." Two of the boys, the twin sons of the seamstress in town if she wasn't mistaken, said grinning.
Alma merely chuckled and waved them all in. Of course her Isabela had made friends with the sons of the wealthiest and most influential. She expected nothing less.
"Please make yourselves at home. I'll be-"
"Guys?!" The voice from the kitchen made Alma frown. Mirabel. Why was she on the kitchen and why did she seem shocked? Surely she knew of her sister's friends.
"Mira!" The influential boys all brightened up and swept past Alma to go and greet Mirabel.
"Oh if it isn't the smelly apes." Another person was standing beside Mirabel, two more flanking the taller girl. Almas eyes widened.
Why were the daughters of three families just as influential as the boys here? And with Mirabel?
"Oh great it's the Zuka club." Alma hears one of the twins mutter under his breath.
The tallest boy was striding towards Mirabel with a purpose and Alma watched as the son of the head captain gently cradled Mirabels face.
"You're injured. Who did it?" The boy asked his voice deep and solemn. Instantly all of the boys looked alert and pissed.
"Wait she's hurt?"
"Is that why didn't meet up with us in town?"
"Who hurt my beloved Mirabel!?"
"Hm."
"Are you okay Mira?"
Alma watched as the boys fussed over Mirabel in detached shock while she gave an amused sigh and reassured them she was fine and it wasn't anything to worry about.
"I think a grown man your mother's age belting you in the face and breaking your jaw is something to worry about Angel. But at least the Zuka club was there to help and get some justice done on the man. Unlike you boys." The tall girl said and a smaller blond girl that Alma vaguely recognized as the daughter of the fruit seller, the biggest produce producer and seller, was already poking Mirabel into eating another arepa.
"Give me a name." The shortest boy, wasn't he supposed to be a fighting prodigy? He was the son of the security corps..he looked so young..., Said and his voice was cold and stern.
How...how did her giftless useless granddaughter know these children of prominent families?!
NAH CAUSE ALMA REALLY THOUGHT HUH 💀💀
She was so surprised when she saw them gushing over her. Absolutely floored. Like omg, the giftless one has friends, who are very influential 😦 how dare she!1!!!11! Surprised she didn’t: realize befor,e but then again, she pays pretty little attention to her, so there’s that. Host club and Zuka club def compete for Mirabel’s attention and she’s just like “all of y’all are my friends”.
Istg if Alma tries something, Imma put her on a shirt 😩
Anyway have the weird??? Continuation idk. Something that came to my mind, and I kinda rushed it, so excuse any bad writing dawg 😩
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As Mirabel was being fussed over by both the Host Club and Zuka Club, Alma thought hard for a moment, before she ultimately backed out of the room, leaving the group of teenagers alone.
"Really, I'm fine! Beni, Suzu and Hina took care of him and I ate some of my mama's food! So I'll be fine," Mirabel said as Suzuran placed yet another arepa into her hand.
"Fine. But if I find out who did this to you, I won't spare him," Honey said darkly, before he suddenly perked back up and hugged Mirabel tightly.
"Hm yes...anyway. We've actually come on another occasion. We need to discuss your party that's in 8 months." Kyoya said, looking down at a couple pieces of paper he had on him.
"Party?" Mirabel asked curiously.
"Yes. Your quinceañera of course. We need to know the theme so we can be properly dressed and what time so we can arrive on time." Kyoya said, slightly confused at how Mirabel seemed to surprised at what he said.
"Ah...about that. I don't...I don't think I'll be getting one." Mirabel said, visually dejected.
"WHAT?!" Almost all of them yelled out, save for Mori, but even he look shocked.
"What do you mean you won't be getting one?!" Benio said, hands on her hips as she stared at Mirabel.
"Well...my family is just so busy, and no one ever stuck around to plan with me in the past 2 years. You guys are actually the only ones outside of mi papa and Toñito to ask. But it's ok! They're always so busy, so I'll just have to have a small party or something..." Mirabel tried her best to look optimistic, but it was clear to those surrounding her that she was genuinely hurt.
"We'll plan it." Tamaki said and all eyes were on him. "We'll do all the planning to your liking and we'll get everything ready in time. I will not let you go without a quince. It is a right of passage, and you deserve it more than anyone."
"W-What? You don't have to do that, it's way too much, I couldn't accept that! I couldn't pay you back, there's the food, the dress, the party decorations...and Abuela will never let it happen at Casita," Mirabel frowned, panic present in her voice.
"Well we handle the location." Kyoya said, adjusting his glasses. "Mori, Honey, could you ask the captain if he could have the town square cleared for March 6th?" Mori nodded and Honey enthusiastically gave a thumbs up.
"I can handle the food catering," Suzuran said, flipping her blond hair. "I'll just ask my parents to help cater to the party, it shouldn't be a problem."
"And I can handle your cake! My father is the best baker in the village, so we can go back to my place together and plan it out." Hinako said, smiling gently at Mirabel.
"But...there's the decorations and..." Mirabel trailed off when she noticed Tamaki perk up.
"Have you met me? My precious Mirabel, I'll take care of that. You just choose a theme and I'll have it done like that," he said, snapping his fingers.
"Well...I won't be able to finish my dress on time! I have to tend to Casita and do other stuff, I only have the design written down," Mirabel argued, trying to refute her friends' attempts to give her a party out of guilt.
The twins laughed, throwing their arms over Mirabel. "That'll be no problem! We can got your dress," Hikaru said, pinching Mirabel's cheek.
"Our mom loves you, and once she hears that you need a quince dress, she'll put it at the top of her projects list. Just hand over the design and we'll have our mother make it," Kaoru finished, pinching her other cheek.
"I...I don't have a court," Mirabel said slowly.
"We'll be your court," Tamaki said, pulling a rose from God knows where, and tucking it gingerly into Mirabel's ear, sweep her into a ballroom like dance. "We'll be the best court, better than any of your cousin or sisters'," Tamaki, letting Mirabel go, her landing right back into the center of the group. Both the Host and Zuka club might be rivals, but they were willing to put that aside if it meant Mirabel could be happy.
"For music we'll ask the local band to play, and as for your first dance and changing of shoes, we'll inform your father of what will be happening, along with your cousin, Antonio." Kyoya said as wrote something down. "You may inform your other...family...if you wish, but its ultimately up to you."
The girl stuttered, trying to find words as she looked among the Host and Zuka Club members. Tears welled up in her eyes and they were all over her again as she cried into her hands.
"Why are you crying little Angel?" Benio said, moving to wipe the tears from Mirabel's eyes.
"I'm...I'm just so happy and grateful...no one's ever done something this nice for me before," Mirabel whimpered, sniffling. "Thank you! So much..." She said before sobbing harder, and both of the groups smilied as they continued to comfort the girl.
#encanto#my asks are open#my asks#encanto au#au#encanto mirabel#ouran high school host club#ohshc#ohshc zuka club#encanto host club#eww#whateva
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✁ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠 ..
pairing: rafe cameron x she/her!reader
summary: kooks and pogues are gathering around the annual bonfire, some hoping to burn their residing conflicts, others not knowing how to approach the burning fire.
warnings: if you have seen this fanfic before, it’s because i had to delete my account and reupload, english isn’t my first language and also this is my first fanfic ever so please be nice 2 me, cussing, literary references to ray bradbury’s fahrenheit 451 (deeper knowledge not really needed, it’s just ab the theme of fire really), slight ooc rafe but not really
it was a pleasure to burn.
lazily, y/n swung her right leg over the arm of her basket chair, gazing at the oceanic waves in the sunset light while thinking about that set of words which caused her head to slightly spin, paired with the dizziness that comes with finishing a book after hours of reading it. she knit her eyebrows together in thought. of course she knew what that meant on its own, but having now finished the book she couldn’t help but wonder how it applied to the main character and his overall story, guy montag.
what an unusual name, she thought. a supposedly ordinary guy, a firefighter, a proletarian through and through - he was supposed to be a pogue, if pogues would’ve been a thing in the early 1950s, when fahrenheit 451 was written. “bullshit”, she laughed, “the motherfucker’s name is guy montag.” she had a habit of talking to herself (she always realized it afterwards, but never got around to fixing that issue).
imagine being named after a weekday - in german too!, she thought, finding her own name much more pleasant than whatever poor guy had going on. picking up the tiny, ragged book from the coffee table on the cameron’s terrace, she shifted in her comfy chair and flipped through the pages, her favorite quotes marked in sarah’s blue highlighter flying past her eyes, as if to remind her of her recent journey into another person’s mind. she hummed along to the song playing from the stereo, which she recognized to be “Norman fucking Rockwell” by lana del rey. she wondered if maybe sarah knew who was playing the aux or who the stereo belonged to, since it was out of question that no one but a kook could afford such a high-sum device.
“you act like a child even though you stand six foot two.” she sighed, unfortunately knowing quite a lot of men fitting that description, manchildren, never quite getting their shit done, always expecting their women to clean up after them. but isn’t that exactly what lana’s music was all about? wasn’t that what she, y/n, was attracted to? having people relying on her, depending on her, making her feel needed?
“dawg, turn this depressing ass music off, are you kidding me.” jj pulled slightly on her hair, squeezing himself in the tiny gap between her and the basket chair, which once was hers but now was unfortunately tarnished by his annoying presence; so she thought but admittedly never could get herself to feel as if it was truly factual. john b let himself down on the couch across her with a huff, grabbing her book out of her hands while placing his legs on the coffee table. “wow, y/n, always on a mission to make us feel stupid, huh?”, he remarked after reading the first few pages, grinning. “or maybe she’s just naturally smart”, said pope, turning the stereo off after repeated agitated hand signs by jj, who couldn’t reach it from his current seating position. “yeah, that’s probably it”, jj laughed, grabbing her water from the chair next to them and taking a huge sip. she rolled her eyes, afterwards fixing them on john b. “maybe it would do you good to pick up a book once in a while, huh, johnny? want me to give you recs?”
jj laughed while looking at his best friend. “hell nah, but thanks for the offer, man, ‘ppreciate it.” pope leaned towards her, whispering in a way that only someone who wants to be heard would whisper: “the last book he read was charlotte’s web and that was in second grade.” she giggled, protesting half-heartedly: “hey, don’t be conceited! charlotte’s web is a good classic, alright?”, trying to hide her smile behind her hand. john b scoffed at the light teasing of his friends, gently placing the book on the table since he knew of what importance this book, along with every other book that y/n managed to buy from the second hand store, was. he put his hat on backwards and crossed his arms on his chest. “we wanted to come over to escort you to the bonfire.”
“dude, you wouldn’t even have to, i have been itching to go. can’t wait to see all my beloved kooks and their 90$ champagne.” she leaned over to grab the water out of jj’s hands, which he willingly let happen; usually she and him had to wrestle for whatever the other was holding in their hands, but the sunset - going on night - air was so unusually hot that whatever resistance against everything the opposing party does (as usual in sibling-like relationships) melted away with their sweat. “figured you’d say that, since you love to see our fellow pogues betray our blood line by taking off with those kooks”, jj laughed, ruffling her hair. pope rolled his eyes, inherently being against jj’s moral position of being doomed with the eternal case of poverty which in his eyes would not spare them nor their future generations of kids.
“come on, let’s go get sarah and kie”, pope proposed to john b, stepping right in front of him and kicking his leg. john b groaned, burying his face in his hands, proceeding to rub it, as if attempting to dispel any leftover comfort the couch gave him. “alright, alright.” grumbling something about “don’t wanna” “my couch” and “why”, he walked away with pope, leaving jj and y/n on their own. “okay, now, y/n, listen to me, ‘kay?” jj turned to her, locking his eyes on her to make sure she really did listen. she emptied out her glass and groaned. “jj, i swear to god, if you’re gonna give me a speech AGAIN about the fucking birds and the bees i will end our friendship.” - “i don’t think you can, i mean, we’re pogues, right? you’re my sister! which is exactly why-“, y/n started to get up but jj grabbed her arm hastily, “hey, woah, wait, okay- i’m just trying to warn you okay? no pogue on pogue macking and ESPECIALLY no pogue on kook macking, alright?”
she scoffed. “then who else am i supposed to mack, jj? there’s no one left.” “maybe some of the newcomers who haven’t decided yet, i don’t know.” he lifted his cap to fix his hair and put it on again to emphasize the absolutness of his statements. “what makes you think that you could boss me around about that in the first place?”, she said while picking up her book from the coffee table. john b’s voice echoed on the stair case, signaling that the four were on their way to the two of them. jj sprung up from his chair enthusiastically, grinning his dimpled smile. “i just love you too much and don’t want anything to happen to our little literary genius, okay?”
he lightly flicked her forehead and turned towards the rest of the group, who were on their way out the door. “ayo, wait up!” , y/n shouted, shoving jj before running off. jj cussed, sprinting after her like a maniac, determined to make her pay for even daring to touch him.
the walk to the the place of the bonfire was quite short, with it taking place on figure eight and not on pogue territory. it was a kook who organized it after all, who probably wanted to save face in front of their peers by not forcing them to go to the cut (very menacing name, y/n had thought when she visited sarah’s estate for the first time.)
as they inched closer to the location, youthful voices and rap music grew louder and louder and crescendoed as they stepped to the iron gates of the mansion which were already invitingly open, as if to mock them for their obvious displacement based on their appearance. determined not to get lost in cowardice, y/n took the first step towards the grass that happened to already be covered in plastic cups. she could hear kie cussing behind her.
once they joined the masses, the group quickly split up, seeing different friends outside of their own that the others weren’t as familiar with. to her right, jj hugged a former friend of his who had dropped out of school to work on kook houses with his father. his name seemed to have escaped y/n’s mind. she set off on her own, not without jj tapping her lightly on her hand though and giving her a stern look, as if to remind her of his previous words. slightly agitated, y/n gave him an annoyed thumbs up and squeezed her way through the dancing bodies towards the ‘bar’.
the bar was nothing more than two beer barrels with a plank on top but it had a wide variety of different beverages including what y/n wanted, “fanta and jägermeister, please”.
“oh hey, y/n. hi.” y/n squinted to see something in the strobing lights, making out prominent cheek bones and a middle part. “ugh, not you.” it had slipped out before she could even process who it was. i really should try and fix this habit of mine.
“wow i’m offended.”, said rafe cameron, holding a filled cup with orange liquor towards her. y/n was unsure whether she should actually accept his mix or not. having heard nothing but bad things from him, she was surprised he was even at this party, considering that sarah had told her he had taken their father’s death way worse than she had. as if testing her, rafe raised his eyebrow and pulled his hand with the cup back. “if you don’t want it, imma drink it, just so you know.” - “hell no, give it to me.” AGAIN. y/n slapped herself mentally. she knew better than to accept a drink from men, especially when that man was described by jj as quote unquote “batshit crazy”. yet he handed her the drink with a taunt of a smile on his lips, turning away to talk to the next ‘customer’.
as she stepped away from the bar, y/n noticed that she surreally had not felt an ounce of stress about the aura he had emmitted, only about her own stupidness and her regular anxiety when it came to accepting drinks from men she did not know. she had never talked to rafe before, due to sarah’s constant effort to separate those two sides of her life with all her might. strange as it was, that quick interaction lingered in her mind as she strolled towards a little terrace like area, from which you could see over the harbor. as she stepped forward and leaned on the railing, she became embalmed by the view, taking in the harbor who seemed to be fighting against the moon’s whitening light with his own human made electricity, working hard as ever to fulfill his purpose and give ships a home for one night.
taking the first sip from rafe’s mix, she tried to taste any weird notes that felt out of place, anything that would prevent her to stop drinking. she wasn’t a heavy drinker by any means, that title belonged to jj and john b only. no, she just always asked for the same fanta with jägermeister if she got the chance, which meant she could easily distinguish between a good mix and a tainted one. however, this one seemed to genuinely be fine. huh, weird, y/n thought, having prepared herself for a fist fight tomorrow if she had woken up in somebody else’s bed.
“is it good?”, a voice made itself known behind her. stepping up beside her, rafe opened up a beer with his teeth, placing the beer mat on the slim railing, careful not to tip it over. “wouldn’t want to destroy the environment now, would we?” y/n couldn’t tell if he was making fun of her or not. should she stay or should she leave? conveniently, a passage from fahrenheit 451 came to mind, something about montag’s wife mildred having two women inside of her that were so opposing that they had never met. y/n did not know what to do with that piece of information that her mind had just given her. what was she supposed to do? juggle with it? perform a party trick? recite the passage line for line?
she cleared her throat. “i thought you laced it with something to be honest.” he leaned on the railing, not facing her, god bless, which she was deeply thankful for. “given your record and all.” he let out a sharp exhale, hinting at an amused laugh before taking a sip from his beer. shaking his head slightly, he murmured: “yeah? and what is my record, hm?” turning his head towards her, she couldn’t help but mirror his gesture. “i’m friends with john b, i think i’ve heard a thing or two.” - “oh yeah? like what?”
he leaned in a little causing her to turn her head back towards the noise of the harbor. “that you do drugs and that you beat up pope for sinking your boat. stuff like that.” she stole a glance towards his face, seeing an expression that was somehow, relieved? y/n couldn’t figure for the life of her what could be so relieving about people knowing that you take drugs. “okay, well, uh, first of all, that was topper’s boat and not mine. second of all”, he turned towards her with an unreadable expression on his face, “pope deserved it.” looking him up and down, y/n drank a little from her drink. “what about the drugs then?” rafe stayed silent, staring absently on her lips where her drink had just layed a coat of liquor. he seemed to be looking right through her. “hello? earth to rafe cameron?”
suddenly, the named straightened his posture, fixing his hair while looking down on his beer. “you wanna go to the bonfire?”, he asked, finally raising his eyes with a light smile to find hers. she looked to her right. y/n had not yet spared a single glance towards the fire at all, having been preoccupied by the thoughts about the man in front of her. silently, the two set themselves into motion at the same time, trotting next to each other towards the burning fire, careful not to touch each other in any way. “there’s a bench over there”, rafe said and stepped towards it, sitting down. y/n followed him suit, all the while scanning the circle for any of her p4l-friends. ah voilà, john b. with a concerned look on his face, he cocked his head to his side, as if to ask her if he had to come rescue her. she smiled and gave him a thumbs up, letting him know that rafe hadn’t done anything yet.
“always need your guardian dogs, huh?” - “oh shut up, rafe.” he let out a quiet laugh and emptied his beer, chucking it right next to the trash can. “wow, you’re absolutely horrendous.” not thinking much of it, y/n x-ed her cup and attempted a throw.
she missed. next to her, rafe started chuckling quietly, raising his volume as the seconds went by. “not you thinking you’re better than me.”, he laughed, trying to hide his grin behind his hand. y/n felt like she was burning up. really, all she wanted was for a comet to plummet right down on her very face, sparing her of this embarrassment. that was the last straw, she thought. having seemingly calmed down from his little laughing fit, rafe patted her on the shoulder and rubbed his eyes, as if to remove the tears that he had from laughing. and she started grinning.
as she felt herself become livelier with her grin, she turned towards his face, illuminated by the red filter of the bonfire, covering his hair, his eyes, his mouth without halt and couldn’t help but wonder if what her friends had said about him was in fact true. more so, she thought, maybe her and that guy montag had more in common than she thought. straying from something that would have such a grip on her, on her life, on her relationships, purely out of fear that it would consume her wholely, with her permission and her will to give her all to it no matter what would happen. that it would make her destroy herself and others out of pure selfishness by finding her way back to it, wherever, whenever.
the red light on his face and hands retreated abruptly, as someone had pushed over the ‘bar’ with all its beverages on it. and y/n felt lost, like she was on a traintrack with nowhere to go.
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I came from your AO3 fic with Nezha's mom, and it was so heartbreaking:( but I wanna ask, what's the AU about? How does it work in canon exactly with Nezha's mom being alive and all?
I should be upset you came from my AO3 in a funny way, but knowing you came from one of my more serious fics, I guess I'll let my anguish slide.
I'm glad that you thought it was heartbreaking, because that genuinely was the feeling I wanted to have :3 people underestimate my writing because I write smut but nah dawg, I can write serious fics if I wanna. I just don't cause hehe boobs/j
Okay okay I'm done joking lmfao 😔
I wasn't planning on having it as an AU. Originally it was a fic planned by a discussion with a friend, and evidently after asking their opinion on it I went to work. The final bit in the first version where Yin Wuming is alive and in the LMK era wasn't actually supposed to be there, cause I kinda wanted her to be dead and add more trauma for Nezha. But yeah she kinda lived and Nezha met her and yay mom and son reunion
Ummm second fic was the one that settled the idea of Yin Wuming being alive AU..... but I have no idea how tf it goes down. I was thinking her presence was supposed to help Nezha cope especially in s5 where Li Jing makes his appearance, but honestly I have no idea. I just wanted Nezha to have his mom lmfao
As for how it affects canon....I wouldn't think by much. Wuming is alive and it kinda implies that she might've had some dealings with Xiangliu (who I wanted to have a crush with her, but after Li Jing happened, Yin Wuming wouldn't really be too invented in another relationship), and she kinda would've acted as the mediator/telling Li Jing to piss off about how he's treating Nezha, but that's kinda about it. She wouldn't have too much influence on the plot, considering I scrapped the idea of her and Xiangliu actually becoming a couple. Cause, yeah, Wuming's good being single lol
To my memory, there's not many variants of Yin Wuming in media. Maybe that one Nezha 3d movie but not much. I like her enough I just want her to be happy sobs
Additional fact: Wukong was supposed to be shipped with her to 🧍 for no reason but for Nezha to shriek at Wukong "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY MOTHER YOU WHORE" 😭😭 idk it was funny but I'm not gonna do that...for Nezha's sanity
#ㅤㅤㅤໂ♥︎̼̻𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ field of flowers 🌸#anon#lmk nezha#fssy#yin wuming#nezha's mom#lmk li jing#lmk xiangliu#jttw nezha#lmk au#;> i lub her
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Beginning Forever ~ An Idiot (Affectionate) Story
A/N: This is better. This is what I meant to be writing earlier this week. And it’s been a long time coming, considering I started it before I even finished the series. Grade A Fluff. Please accept it as my apology. Word Count: 2001 Rating: PG-13 - minor references to the plot of Bad Samaritan; some instances of canon-typical language, innuendo
“I’ve been thinkin, man,” Derek started hesitantly, bouncing their soccer ball on his toe.
“That’s never good,” Sean laughed. “Should I call Ryne and warn her?”
“No!” There was a note of panic in Derek’s voice before he settled again. “I mean, she’s kinda what I’ve been thinkin about.”
“Kinda?”
“I guess it’s definitely about her, and us? I dunno man.”
“Is this going to make me uncomfortable?”
“No, nah. It’s not about that. I don’t talk about our sex life with you anymore, man.”
“I don’t even like you using the phrase 'our sex life.'” Sean made a face of disgust.
“Come on, dawg. I’m trying to be serious right now.”
“Are you thinking about breaking up with her? Cus I want to know that even less than I want to know about...that other stuff.”
“What? No! Never! Actually, it’s...the opposite of that.”
Derek had never been nervous talking to Sean before. But he was protective of Ryne, and Menace was the only living being whose opinion she valued more. He couldn’t exactly ask the damn cat if she’d say yes or if he was stepping too far, though.
“The opposite…? You mean,” Sean’s eyebrows shot up, practically into his hair, “you’re thinking about proposing to her?!”
“Yeah. I mean, maybe. It’s not like I went out and bought a ring or nothin yet, but, I love her and…” he shrugged. “I kinda like the idea of it, you know?”
Sean stared at his best friend, dumbfounded. It had been a little weird at first, when Ryne and Derek had first gotten together. But he’d done his best to be supportive, and he did think they made a good, if unusual, match. And then everything had gone down with Erendrich. He was almost certain his best friend wouldn’t have made it through that without Ryne. Two years on from a miraculous survival and more recovery than anyone expected him to ever make, the idea of the two of them maybe made more and more sense the more Sean considered it. And he had a good feeling she was probably on the same page. If Derek asked, he’d bet money on the answer being yes.
“I think you should go for it,” he said, trying to stay casual. “You two are in a good place…” he shrugged.
“Yeah,” Derek grinned. “Yeah, we are. I never thought I’d find someone like her. She’s something really special, dawg.”
Sean couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “You’ve been saying that since before you got the nerve to even ask her out.” He gestured at the ball still resting under Derek’s shoe. “You ever gonna kick that, man?”
“Didn’t realize you were in such a rush to get ya ass beat. Alright.” Derek laughed.
~
Having the ring — the ring that he’d spent weeks shopping for, just to end up going back to the first one that had caught his attention, which he just knew somehow was right but had moved on from, trying to channel Ryne and consider all the options — made it so much harder to wait for the perfect moment.
He had almost asked three times this morning alone: first when he woke to find her cheek and hand resting on his chest, hair splayed out around her and a peaceful smile looking back at him; then over breakfast as she, with almost childlike glee, presented him with bacon and eggs that she had proudly cooked, without much burning; and finally not even an hour ago as they’d both dropped the chores they were meant to be doing in order to throw themselves into a dramatic dance and duet (she had really turned his opinion around on musicals, and the song they were singing was even the perfect one to create a Moment). The fact that he’d been able to keep it in, controlling the impulse, felt like as much a testament to his improvement over the last several years as any medical test could be.
He was surprised by how not nervous he was, instead feeling giddy with excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Ryne’s face, that dazzling smile he sometimes thought was reserved exclusively for him or the way her eyes crinkled as the most definite sign she was actually happy. His heart fluttered just imagining it, and he almost let the words tumble right then. Luckily he had a plan, and wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
~
“Are you ready to go?” Ryne asked, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her chin on his shoulder. He was quite obviously not, still in the middle of washing dishes (somehow she had convinced him to do them, yet another sign of just how much he loved her honestly). “Aunt Patty said dinner at 2:30.”
He reached up, teasingly tapping the end of her nose, leaving suds behind as she pulled away, scrunched up adorably and shaking her head. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Ten minutes, I swear,” he said, laughing at her reaction before turning back to the sink.
She sighed in mock-frustration. “Is taking forever your attempt to get me to stop asking you to do chores? Because it’s not going to work.”
“If you keep distracting me, I'm never going to get done.”
“I'm not even doing anything!”
“Yes you are. You're standing there lookin so sexy wit your fine self. How'm I supposed to do anything but look at you?”
“Well, then. If that's your excuse, I'll be in the bedroom and you can tell me when you're ready to leave.”
“Threaten me like that and I'll be wanting to skip dinner and go someplace totally else.” Derek smirked and wagged his eyebrows at her.
Ryne scoffed in answer, looking somehow both amused and annoyed. “You're impossible. I for one am not going to be late because you can’t think with the head on top.” She turned on her heel and he couldn't help but laugh, until he realized she was actually headed for the door.
Immediately he set the sponge down to give chase. “No wait, baby, don't go. I'm sorry. You know I'm just playing. I swear I'm almost done and we can go. We won't be late, I promise.”
She smiled as he caught her around the waist and pulled her in. “You're lucky I love you enough to pretend I believe that.”
~
The family had made a tradition of celebrating the anniversary of that final encounter with Cale. Patty said that it was because everyone had made it through, and they should all be grateful; Katie (who had been deemed an honorary Falco along with her husband Matt) called it Liberation Day. From the outside, given the trauma it had left four of them with - both physically and emotionally - it might have seemed odd and morbid, but to them, that they all even could gather still, was a victory.
Ryne kissed her aunt’s cheek and gave Katie a hug in greeting, while Derek clapped Don on the shoulder and moved to help set out the food that had just finished as they arrived (and she pretended to ignore his little “I told you so” smile). Table prepared, he had a moment to pause, while drinks were being poured and seats hadn't been taken.
He looked at Ryne, practically glowing, warm and bright and happy, as she laughed at something Patty said. It took his breath away, even more than usual, how beautiful she looked in the casual moments. He swallowed nervously. Something in his gut telling him that now was it.
Sean seemed to agree, his best friend appearing at his side and discreetly offering him the little box with a raised eyebrow and a reassuring nod. Derek took it in shaking fingers (good shaking for once), not even questioning when his friend managed to get it from his coat pocket, and licked his lips nervously.
Ryne was oblivious to the exchange going on at the other side of the dinner table. To her, it was a normal dinner and a normal day, never once suspecting that Derek had anything going on. So much, that it took Katie trailing off and nodding at something over her shoulder before she noticed him.
“Wha–” she didn’t finish the word before Derek slowly sank to a knee, smiling at her.
He cleared his throat and everyone’s attention was on them. The room fell silent, as if they were all holding their breath, and she knew she certainly was, as he held out the little box. Words failed him, so he just kept his grin in place and raised an eyebrow, hoping his face would say it all.
“What no big speech?” Rowen drawled, cutting the tension and shocking him back into words.
“Nah,” Derek shook his head, “I don’t need one. Which is good. I wouldn’t have one even if there weren’t a hole in my brain anyway. How do you put perfect into words?”
“Derek…” Ryne's heart raced as she stared at her boyfriend and the delicate band of gold and peridot and tiny black pearls sitting cushioned in velvet.
“I love you, so fucking much baby girl. So I gotta ask, Ryne Cassidy, will you spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Oh Derek,” she reached for him, tears welling up in her eyes and cheeks aching from the width of her smile. He let her guide him into a standing position, pressing their foreheads together so that they were looking at each other, the only two people in the world. “I love you.”
“Is that a yes?” his voice had dropped down to a whisper, breath tickling her face.
She nodded, emotions racing too hard for words, and faintly they heard Rowen making a crack about neither of them knowing how to speak, but to them it was all background noise.
He let out a whoop, picking her up and spinning her around, before setting her back on her feet. She was laughing, and crying, and everyone in the room joined in on their celebration. Patty rushed to get out a bottle of sparkling cider she had been saving for a special occasion, and Sean picked up the box that had been dropped in the excitement, handing it to Derek for a second time. He took it, Ryne’s laughter even harder now, shaking her whole body, as she held out a hand and let him slip the ring onto her finger.
“And you know I was askin you to marry me right? Not just like…keep going like we have been…?”
The others chuckled and he bit his lip, and somehow Ryne smiled even brighter.
“I did. I do. Absolutely yes.”
“This is the best day of my life,” he told her, leaning in to kiss her.
She sighed, melting into him as their lips pressed together, wrapping an arm around his neck to keep steady.
“Gross!” Rowen called out with an exaggerated gag.
“Ey, shut up kid,” Derek teased, breaking the kiss to swing playfully at the seventeen-year-old, who ducked the gesture and took off.
Ryne laughed, watching her fiancé chase her cousin through the dining and living rooms in the sort of mad dash hijinks that would normally have had Patty banishing them to the yard. Sean came to stand beside her, bumping her shoulder lightly.
“I'm really happy for you,” he said softly, smiling. “Both of you. I couldn't think of two people better suited, or more deserving.”
“Thanks, Sean,” she answered in a matching murmur. “That means the world. But you'd better start thinking fast about who you love more.”
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“You can only be best man for one of us.”
“Oh god, I take everything back!” He laughed. “You can't get married. Just stay engaged forever.”
She gave him a playful shove, almost initiating a second wave as Derek and Rowen were finally settling down again. “It’s too late for that now,” she teased, “you already said you approved.”
#Idiot (Affectionate)#Derek Sandoval x Ryne Cassidy#Fluff#Romance#Bad Samaritan fic#I feel like such a momentous fic should have more tags than this#I can't remember exactly when I started this but it was before I graduated#because it was on notebook paper while I was supposed to be taking notes for class...😬#also: ugh titles are the bane of my existence and I don't know if I like this one but I'm letting it be#actually that's not quite true#I like it but I'm not in love with it#...I meant to queue this for later...
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Alpha Omega
Pairings: Colson x Reader
Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting 💦
A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)
College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though it’s not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.
“Hey pretty thing,” you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.
“Do I know you?” you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.
“The name’s Jake,” he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. “You should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,” he says with ill-intent, but you’re too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.
Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you can’t mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.
“Yo, Jake!” a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.
“Hey Cols, what’s up?”
“Nothing much, man,” he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. “Wanna hit?”
“Maybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,” Jake answers.
“Aye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.
“Yeah, pal she don’t look too good,” Pete coughs.
“Nah, man, that’s fucked up. She’s gooone!” Colson says getting a closer look at you. ‘You can’t talk her back to your room like this. That’s just wrong.”
“The fuck I can!” Jake retorts. “Look,” he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. “You wanna go to my room with me don’t you, sexy?”
“N-nno” You slur, drunkenly shaking your head ‘Yes’
“See, she shook her ‘yes’,” Jake argues.
“Yeah, and her mouth said fuckin’ NO, Dawg!” Colson snaps back.
“Listen, I’m taking her to my room and there ain’t shit you can do about it!”
“The fuck there is!” Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jake’s face, knocking him out cold.
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The next thing you know you’re opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head
“Hey, you’re awake,” says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.
“W-who are you? Where.. Where am I?” you ask on the verge of tears.
“My name's Colson,” he reaches out for your hand. “I —”
“Don’t touch me!” You yell, scooting backwards pulling the covers up over you when you realize all you’re wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”
“Aye, yo, it’s not like that. Relax, listen,” he stands with his hands up backing away from you. “I slept on the couch, I just wanted —”
“Where are my clothes!?” you demand.
“You threw up on them,” he answers.
“So lemme get this right … I threw up and you took off my clo —”
“NO! No! God no!” he says waving his arms. “My roommate Pete —”
“So your roommate Pete took off my clothes…?”
“NOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.” The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. “I was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,” he puts his hands up again.
You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.
“You really don’t remember anything from last night? Do you?” He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.”
“No,” you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.
He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses “Can I?”
You nod ‘yes’ and he takes a seat.
“Yo, you were in really rough shape last night. I’m assuming you had too much to drink?”
“Yeah,” you admit looking ashamed.
“Aye, we’ve all been there. I’m just glad you’re ok,” he smiles. “Me and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldn’t listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didn’t know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.”
“ Thank you. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” you apologize.
“Nah I completely understand,” he accepts your apology. ‘That’s why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.”
“More than a little,” you let out a small laugh.
Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. “Here, tell you what,” he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. “ Imma head out there —” he points to the door. Let you get dressed and I’ll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?”
“Cool,” you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.
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“Seriously, thank you so much,” you say when he pulls up to your dorm.”What can I do for you? I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”
“Nothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,” he says.”I can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.”
“Awww, you have a daughter?”
“Yeah,” he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. “Her name’s Casie,” he says opening to her picture.
“She’s beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “She lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.”
“I’m glad. You seem like you’d be a great father.” you smile. “Thanks again,” you add, stepping out of the car.
“Hey, ummm, wait,” he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.
“Yeah?” you turn back to face him.
“Ain’t you in that bitch Mrs. Pearson’s creative writing class with me?”
“Oh yeah,” you thought he looked familiar. “You usually sit up in the back row right?”
“If you mean ‘take a nap in the back row’, then yeah that’s me”, he laughs.
“Well see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,” you smile.
“Yeah, see ya,” he smiles back before driving off.
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The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.
“Oh my god why are men so stupid?” You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. “This dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what he’s talking about; girls don’t squirt out of their clits!’ No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Ya’ll mother fuckers don’t even know where the clit IS, and I’m pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.”
“Aye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is! My girls always cum,” he smirks.
“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes. “How do you know they’re not faking?”
“Cuz squirting ain’t made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they weren’t faking,” he smiles. “You mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?
“Uhn uh” you shake your head no.
“And you’ve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?”
“I mean I’ve cum alone, but never squirt. No,” you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.
“That’s bananas, dawg!” he exclaims, slapping the bed.
The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.
“Aye, uh you trust me right?” Colson breaks the silence
“Yeah, of course, with my life!” you exclaim.”Why?”
“Trust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?”
“Are--are you saying you wanna — “
“I wanna make you cum,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “If- if you’ll let me that is.”
“I...Uhmm..I..”, you stumble while thinking it over.
“Sorry… uhhh let’s just forget this whole conversation, okay?” he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.
“Why not,” you blurt out nonchalantly.
“Wait!, why not, like… like you … you wanna —”
You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.
“Oh shit! For real?” He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. “Uhh, c’mere,” he calls you over to the edge of the bed.
You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. “You know, you don’t gotta go easy with me,” you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.
“Good, I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.
“Ugh you boys are all the same,” you groan looking back at him assuming he’s just gonna start fucking you from behind. “Haven’t any of you even heard of foreplay?”
“Don’t tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy from the back before?” he questions, kneeling down behind you.
With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.
“Keep that ass up, girl,” he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but it’s no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. “I can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?” He pauses to ask cockily.
All you can manage is to nod, ‘yes’, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.
Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.
“Colson, FUCK!!! ” you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. “Oh my god... oh my god,” you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize you’re actually squirting. Colson doesn’t miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.
“You didn’t think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?” He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. “Awhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,” he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.
“Mhmmmhhmm,” you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.
“Told ya I could make you feel good,” he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. “You like that?” He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.
“Fucking tease,” you whimper.
“That desperate to taste yourself on me?” He chaffs.
To be honest you’re desperate for everything he’s giving you right now; you’re body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell you’re so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.
“Mhmmm… Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!” you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. It’s just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.
“Jesus Christ, Colson” you moan breathily as you ride it out.
‘Ughggg,” he grunts loudly, quickly pulling out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach.
“Can’t believe you were out here talkin’ ‘bout men don’t know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,” he says mockingly after he catches his breath. “Nah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.”
“Well looks like I got myself one now,” you smirk. “ because we will definitely be doing that again!”
“Awhhh shiiiit,” he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. “ Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?” He teases.
“Shut up,Colson-,” you laugh, chucking a pillow at him “- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.”
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How Comic met Fresh
Comic' backstory basically, throughout this Comic is refered to as Ralz, because the name change didn't happen yet
My friend helped with like half of this
Enjoy!
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Ralz teleported away from his bullies, his skull bleeding from a crack they made, he looked around, panicked.
Fresh was wandering in Classic's AU just across the bridge near Snowdin looking for chaos to cause when the damaged skeleton teleported in.
"Hey yo you look like you're not from around here little homeskillet, wassup?!" Fresh grinned at Ralz for a moment then paused. "Yo, you know your sauce is leaking bro?"
Ralz looked at him and backed away. He's really scared, he looks like someone or even multiple people attacked him. His eyesockets are filled with tears.
Fresh halted, his glasses changed to read "woah," and held up his hands in a placating gesture.
"Heyyyy. Yo, no need ta be spooked bro. I'm not gonna hurt ya. You uhh.. You hurt brah? Ya lookin' like you might need help or somethin my dude."
Ralz is shaking, he managed to slightly nod. Tears are running down his cheekbones alongside blood on one side.
"Uhhh ok ok umm... What do ya want me to do? I mean to be honest brah, I don't know how to help."
". . . h-head . . ." Ralz is in pain. He looks like a child, maybe 10 years old. He's small, weak and fragile, he's barely standing.
"Ok yeah.. Gotta stop that business from leakin. Hold up. I got this, check it."
Fresh takes his jacket off and starts tearing it into strips. he then approaches Ralz slowly, holding out the torn strips of fabric.
"Can I?"
Ralz slightly nodded, he's looking at Fresh.
Fresh used his ruined jacket to bandage up Ralz's head. It was oddly colorful for your usual bandages and a little tight but it definitely did the job.
Fresh looked Ralz up and down and let out a low whistle. "You got Jacked. Up. What even happened to you bro?"
" . . . b-bullies . . .th-they b-beat m-me up . . ." Ralz is trying to calm down, everything hurts him.
Fresh frowned and his glasses changed to "un-rad."
"Bullies? That's whaaaack bruh. ... So uhh what next? Wait, food helps you guys heal, right?" Fresh pulls out his inventory and rummages through it. Ralz is looking at him, waiting.
Fresh pulls out a carton of eggs and holds it out for Ralz with a triumphant grin.
Ralz looks at him, confused.
Fresh looks at Ralz, confused too "Not a fan of eggs brah?"
" . . . r-raw eggs a-aren't g-good . . ."
"Oh... I thought they totes were super healthy." Fresh without warning drops the carton of eggs and begins sifting through his inventory again.
Ralz doesn't say anything, He's still not entirely calmed down.
"Hah!" Fresh pulls a box of gushers from his inventory. "This is food... It's good too." He rips open a packet and hands it to Ralz.
Ralz took the packet and quietly began to eat the gushers.
"Good, right?" Fresh smiled at Ralz. The small skeleton just nodded.
"Well that's as bout as much as I know how to help ya with on my own broski." He held out his hand for Ralz to take.
"Can you trust me?"
Ralz looked at him, thought for a second and took Fresh' hand. Fresh chuckled.
"Probably a bad choice bro." and suddenly they were teleported to a different AU. They arrived in a dimly lit workshop with beakers and blueprints scattered about haphazardly. There was a skeleton slumped over a worktable snoring softly.
Ralz looked around, curiously.
Fresh walked up to the slumped over skeleton and shook his shoulder. The skeleton woke up with a start and rubbed at his face "C'mon couldn't you let me slee- F-FUNK!"
Fresh chuckled "Yo mind your manners Sci, there's kids present."
"I thought I told you not to come in here again, last time you contaminated everything and broke- wait kids?" Sci looked around and spotted Ralz, his eyes widening in alarm.
Ralz is nervous, he looked at Sci. He's slightly shaking.
Sci looks to Fresh angrily "Did you do this?!"
"Nah man, nah. Dunno what happened 'zactly... They said somethin about bullies but that's all I got." Fresh flicked Sci's glasses "Take a chill pill dude I just want ya to help me fix this little homeslice up."
Sci ajusted his glasses and gave Ralz a nervous glance. He switched to a low whisper Ralz couldn't hear. "Why? So you ca-"
Fresh interrupted Sci leaning in close, a dark aura radiating off of him. "Don't worry about it bro."
Sci gulped and nodded. He looked to Ralz and stood up. "Hey. they call me Science Sans, Sci for short... You are?"
"R-Ralz"
"Nice to meet you Ralz." Sci smiled warmly at him.
"Lol I totes didn't think to ask their name."
Sci shot Fresh a look and approached Ralz slowly. "Can I check that head wound of yours?"
Ralz nodded slightly, He's hurt in many different places too.
Fresh distractedly picked at his braces and Sci pulled out a chair for Ralz to sit in.
"Sit, please."
Ralz sat down on the chair.
Sci carefully unwrapped the impromptu jacket bandage and visibly winced at the damage underneath. "Sh-SHIZZ, this is bad."
Fresh looked up at the two of them.
Ralz is still shaking, He's scared and cold, a tear rolled down his cheekbone. He's still looking at Sci.
Fresh frowned and started digging through his inventory again while Sci frantically pulled out some antibacterial wipes and began gently cleaning around Ralz's head injury.
"This might sting, I'm sorry..." Sci said.
Fresh blipped behind Ralz and draped something around his shoulders.
"You were lookin a little too chill there dude..."
It was a soft blanket with neon squiggles and shapes on a dark background.
Ralz wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, "Th-thank you"
"S'nothin..." Fresh turned to Sci who was now applying something to the cut to get the bleeding to subside.
"Yooooo can I do anything to help?"
Sci looked at Fresh distrustfully.
"Maybe, if you promise to listen. because last time I-"
"I got it, I got it. Seriously, take a chill pill dawg."
Sci gave Fresh one more sharp look and nodded. "Ok."
With Sci's instruction Fresh began cleaning up Ralz's other injuries while Sci used healing magic on his skull.
Ralz is silent, He's just looking between them, sometimes reacting to the stinging and pain, He's behaving well.
"You're doin so good kid, don't worry we're almost done patching ya up." Sci gave Ralz a sympathetic smile.
He handed Fresh bandages and instructed him on how to properly use them and turned back to Ralz.
"We're mostly done here, but your glasses look busted. I can fix you up a new pair if you'd like."
"y-you can do that? i don't w-want t-to c-cause problems . . . o-only if it's o-okay . . ." Ralz is mostly calm now.
Sci laughed "I've busted mine more times than i can count. Had to figure ways to easily replace them before. " He adjusted said glasses on his nasal ridge.
"I might be able to figure out your prescription with your broken ones, it really wouldn't be too much trouble."
"A-alright" Ralz looked around the workshop.
Sci took his glasses and left the room, leaving Fresh, who had been mostly silent besides the occasional question for Sci, to continue bandaging up what was left of the major damage on Ralz.
Fresh was diligently following Sci's instruction, carefully and firmly wrapping some major scrapes and cuts on Ralz's shin when he spoke up.
"Yo... So I've been wonderin... What happened exactly? And like... Why'd they go and funk you up like this brah?"
Fresh looked up at Ralz, his expression pensive and his glasses displaying "??????"
"b-because I'm weird . . . I look weird . . ." Ralz is sad, he curled up a bit
"i was going back home from school, it was the only day my parents couldn't pick me up . . . so I was going home alone . . . and this one older kid with his group of friends attacked me . . . just because of the way i look . . ." His eyesockets are filled with tears again.
"That's super whack bro. There's not a funking thing wrong with the way you look." Fresh's mouth was pressed in a displeased thin line.
"black isn't a normal color for skeletons . . ."
Fresh shook his head and moved on to bandaging up one of Ralz's ankles.
"There's nothing wrong with you, or what color ya are. Just 'cause it's not as common in that AU don't mean jack.... Diversity is a good thing yo, what if there was only one kind of skeletons? All carbon copies and junk. It'd be mad boring all up in here." Fresh looked up at Ralz the same dark aura from earlier emanating from him.
"I'd like to see them come at me for bein different bro. Show them what I think of bulling." Then as quick as a switch the aura was gone, Fresh beaming at Ralz.
"Don't worry little homeskillet, you don't gotta worry about them again."
"but I would have to see them again when I go back to school . . ."
"Nahhh man you got options, you could come live with me if ya wanted."
"Really?" Ralz looked at Fresh.
"Heck yeah brah!" Fresh flashes a charming grin at Ralz. "And if ya ever wanna go back, you just say the word my dude."
"alright" Ralz smiled at him.
"Nice! I needed a buddy." Fresh chuckles.
"hm?" Ralz slightly tilted his skull to the side.
Just then Sci entered holding a new pair of glasses for Ralz.
"Had to replace the frames... But lucky you I had a similar style as yours already. Why don't you try these on and tell me how they feel." Sci made his way over to the two and handed Ralz the glasses with a smile.
Ralz put on the glasses and looked around, "It's great! Thank you" He's smiling.
Fresh stood up, done bandaging, and Sci nodded.
"Perfect." Sci pulled a small medicine bottle from his lab coat and handed it to Ralz. "This should help expedite the healing process, just follow the instructions on the bottle aaaaand you should be good to go. I'm- I'm sorry though.. I don't know if that crack to your skull will ever heal properly.."
Fresh looked at Sci, surprised. "It won't?"
"I mean I'm not positive... But..." Sci trailed off into uncomfortable silence.
"it's okay i guess . . ."
"Pshhhh It'll just make ya look cooler, no worries brah." Fresh waved a dismissive hand.
"Before you go.." Sci raised a finger "Are you gonna be ok? If you're getting bullied I can-"
Fresh clapped him on the shoulder, interrupting Sci. "It's all good bro, I got 'im."
Sci looked nervously from Fresh to Ralz.
The small skeleton curiously tilted his head to the side.
"Well ok then..." Sci sweats "Guess I better get back to my nap. Oh! Wait first..."
Sci hurried over to his desk and messed around in a drawer, his back to them for a second.
He turned around holding a pill bottle and handed it to Ralz. "For pain, you probably can't feel it too much right now thanks to the healing but your headaches gonna be killer tomorrow..."
Ralz nodded and took the pill bottle.
Sci nervously looked at Fresh and hugged Ralz without warning. He stealthily slipped a note in Ralz's pocket. "It was nice meeting you... Be safe." Sci said a little intensely.
"it was nice meeting you too"
"Wow Sci, brah... You never hug me like that..."
"That's because you always destroy my lab!" Sci snapped at Fresh.
Fresh raised his hands in surrender with a chuckle "'Aight then." He turned to Ralz and held out his hand. "In that case, let's bounce."
Ralz took Fresh' hand with a slight smile.
Sci gave them a halfhearted wave and the two disappeared with a fresh poof, reappearing in an obnoxiously 90's disaster area of livingroom.
Furniture that were just large cushioned shapes, an overly fluffy neon rug on dark flooring loud colorful walls with skateboards, tastefully framed pictures of Furbies and such hung up. A cluttered coffee table with things like tamagotchis, worms on a string, and a spilled over container of slime.
The whole place was littered with various odds and ends and Furbies strewn about everywhere.
"Welcome to my crib" Fresh said with a grand wave. "Mi casa es su casa."
Ralz is looking around, curiously.
"First things first I'mma get you some fly new digs, because your wardrobe is looking heckin whack right now." Fresh looked Ralz up and down.
"You're kinda small... But I think I gotchu. Hold up, be right back my dude." Fresh backed out of the room shooting finger guns "Careful of the Furbies, they get weird around newcomers. But make yourself at home dawg."
Ralz sits down and just waits for Fresh.
There's a loud thud in the other room and a rubber duck noise.
Ralz ignored the noise and looked at the note he got from Sci.
In barely legible chicken scratch it read "He's not a normal skeleton kid. Not sure what exactly it is, but there's something weird about him. DON'T TRUST HIM."
Ralz frowned and put the note back into his pocket.
Fresh skidded into the room sporting a new jacket and an armful of clothes. "YO!" Fresh dumped the clothes in Ralz's lap "Try these on for size homedawg."
Ralz tried on the clothes, the size is good, a bit too loose but it's okay.
Fresh grinned at Ralz "Ayyyyy lookin good, baggy is in ya know." Fresh's glasses flashed the words "fly af" for a moment.
Ralz smiled at him "you didn't tell me your name"
"Oh! You're right." Fresh laughs. "Call me FRESH!" There's a little fanfare and confetti pops from out of nowhere. "And I can already tell we're gonna be the tightest homies."
Ralz giggled, he's smiling "Probably"
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Back for Good
(Jim Davis x Reader)
A Jim Davis One Shot
Movie: Harsh Times (2005) by David Ayer
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alcohol use, Swearing, Violence and Sexual Content
Word Count: 9k+
Summary: Your spirits are lifted when your older boyfriend Jim Davis returns from the Army for good. As the lovers passionately reunite, you begin to reminisce the first encounter, and the unforgettable event that sealed your fate with Jim, possibly forever.
Author’s Note: One of the fantastic Balehead Accounts on Instagram once posted a photo of Jim Davis with a caption more so along the lines of “…Older boyfriend Jim visiting you at College…”. It was too irresistible to ignore. So this story was born. @tammykelly You are an angel to even show some enthusiasm towards this, even before I started, Thank you for the encouragement ! Hope y’all enjoy!
P.S: If anyone want to be tagged in specific Bale! Character fics please do let me know. And if you wanna be removed from anything NOT BATMAN, please feel free to let me know. I understand completely.
Three.
It costed three people. Merely three for this nightmare scenario to enter reality.
A tall young man panted fast, his right hand assuming full responsibility for the broken bottle, not to mention the intense bleeding that resulted from it. All the while he stared down at his finished product: a much younger man. He watched the figure groan for his dear life, laying defeated and thoroughly bruised; as a weak stream of blood appeared prominent from his head as well, adding a splash of bright color to the dark and dusty pavement. Only in that moment, realization and bitter reality coupled up to surprise the standing man, with a sucker punch.
Which was transparent enough for the young woman beside them, the witness. Violence, Danger, her trembling heart sensed it all. For that was what his strong aura emitted. However, never did she flinch. Never did her heart consider retracting from him. On the contrary, she was compelled to trust him even further.
Especially when she sensed complete safety in him, above all others.
“Let’s go”
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(Present)
The dusky skies appeared just as serene over South Central Los Angeles as anywhere else in the country, filtering over the streets and the neighborhoods. Cruising through in favorable speed, Mike Alonzo finally took his eyes off the road, permitting them to land on the tall, young man sitting beside him on the passenger seat: his best friend, Jim Davis.
His downcast expression was evident, with his tall frame sunken into the seat. He stared right ahead, while he sipped his bottle of beer in his suit. This posture was nothing short of a surprise for Mike to glance upon. If he had squinted his eyes, he swore he could imagine Jim as the rebellious teenager he once was. Only with a new buzz cut. Otherwise, it seemed that nothing had really changed.
Except it had. Older and forced to be responsible, they were facing times considered very harsh. And Jim just had a taste of it.
“Sorry, dude”
Mike began, looking back at the road. Shaking his head with disbelief, Jim sat up in slow motion as his teeth began to grind.
“Man! Fuck…this...shit!!”
Jim drawled with disappointment, enunciating every word whilst holding up a piece of paper, “I’m so done with this cop hate bullshit!” He added, taking another sip of alcohol. Mike nodded:
“Yeah, dawg. Forget about that! ” He smiled, smacking his friend on his shoulder in a playful demeanor, “Hey, Syl is cooking tonight…You wanna join us, bro?”
The possibility of his girlfriend Sylvia agreeing to this, was at an all time low. Mike was well aware. Yet, he was certain it was a question worth posing to his friend in need.
“Nah, man! I got plans”
Hitting the brakes in front of the stop lights, Mike looked at his friend again with surprise, “Yeah?” He inquired, looking quite pleased. Finally flashing a proud smile, Jim nodded:
“Yep! Gonna go see my woman soon…” he answered. Eyes widening seemed appropriate for Mike at that very moment.
“Yo, No shit!” Mike cried out with excitement, finally stepping on the gas, “The chick from UCLA*? You…you still with her?” He inquired.
“Yeah, Homie! ”
“Dawg!…” laughing with sheer amazement, Mike looked at Jim, “I’m impressed…really” he added, proceeding to chuckle, “Look ‘atchu…my boi Jim....going steady with the fine ass college chick…”
“Whoo!” With his soul finally returning to his body, Jim howled, “Finer than fine, dawg!”
“Hell yeah!”
Given the state of hyped energy that erupted in the car between the two young men, it would be nearly impossible to guess how sombre it was just before. “So…so…” Mike continued, holding on to the wheel as they kept driving, “… where you gon’meet?”
“Well…actually…” Jim looked at him, licking his lips, “….it’s a surprise” he added with a playful smirk. To which Mike could not help but laugh, “What?” Mike paused, “You didn’t tell her you’re back for good?”
Seeing his friend shake his head like a naughty schoolboy forced him to laugh harder, “Ohohoho!! this is gon be one hell of a reunion, dawg” He added with sheer enthusiasm, “But seriously though, she’s a real good one too, bro…” Mike opinionated, as soon as his laughter died down, “ I mean, even Syl liked her”
“Shit! For real?”
“Yeah yeah yeah…” Mike answered immediately, “And you know Syl, she ain’t easy to please”
Gulping down the remnants of the bottle, Jim exhaled and stared out through the window, “Shit man!” He exclaimed, “I’m really gonna see her again, huh?”
With his tone growing deeper, his eyes began to burn with a flame that could only be categorized as lustful. Sensing the vibe that did not seem so new, Mike chuckled:
“Oh yeah! My homie’s gonna get it tonight! Salud*”
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The buzz, the chatter of young adults was consistent in the hallway outside. It served as background noise when the door of the toilet cubicle burst wide open, spitting a rather young woman out of it with haste. Only then did the mirror managed to identify her: You.
With your hand clutching on to a bra, you let out a relieved sigh. For within a few seconds, your body experienced a new form of liberation. And you managed to savor it on your own in a public ladies washroom. Wearing a soft smile that was easily reflected in the mirror, you stuffed the piece of lingerie into your shoulder handbag.
“Seriously?”
You jumped with a yelp. Being so wrapped around in your own thoughts, you did not even notice Yara, your friend standing there. With her arms folded and eyebrows raised, it was clear that her face was rife with judgement.
“What?” You inquired breathlessly, “Auntie Flo* is about to visit…and the twins were just swelling to …get some parole time” you added with a playful smirk, pointing at your chest with no shame. The curves of your now-freed bosom seemed more visible through your cardigan top, “And fuck! it feels so good” you exclaimed, as you washed your hands. Yara however, scoffed with amusement:
“So you’re saying you were squirming in your seat the whole time to let the puppies out?”
“What? I had to pee too!”
“Well, You could have just left right then!” She insisted with a seeming annoyance, as you grabbed a tissue.
“…and miss Mr. Linney’s Final Notes? Uh uh! No way, bitch!” You waved your index finger with disapproval as you both exited. Students had flooded the hallway by then. Evening lectures at UCLA finally had drawn to a close, and Friday night was about to make its entrance. Youth in all shapes and colors, gathered in bunches all over the campus area, even beside the beautifully lit Royce Hall. Suffice to say, all were relieved to have some time off in the weekend.
“So…you coming, right?”
You looked at Yara upon her casual inquiry with confusion, “For what?”. Scoffing again, this time in disbelief, Yara's eyes widened looking at you: “Dinner?…tonight?”
She stressed, taking a step out of the campus building, “Last week you promised you’ll join me and Chase” with her arms folded and foot tapping on the ground in pure restlessness, she was a clear visual of a loanshark. However, that impatience left her system the moment her eyes fell behind you,“…and speaking of Chase…Baby!”
With her face lit up, her tone grew affectionate as Chase, her boyfriend rushed over to her.
“ ‘sup babe!” The tall, young blonde greeted, pulling his ebony goddess of a girlfriend for a passionate kiss.
Folding your arms, you could not help but avert your eyes. All the while you drew circles with your foot on the ground. Chase and Yara’s relationship certainly was a refreshing one to glimpse upon in the campus premises. You approved of it with sincerity, even when you looked away in awkwardness. It was not on spite. Truthfully, PDA was nothing you disapproved of. You were certainly not envious of the joy they possessed as their lips played with one another, quite similarly to a steamy MTV music video. You merely looked away, for any display of affection was a sheer reminder of him.
It had been months since you last saw him, possibly 6. And constant communication was not exactly convenient for him. Not in his situation. Was he alive and happy? The sheer reminder of gunshots and helicopter whirring forced your heart to race, which was nothing short of new. Granted, you had learnt to ‘compartmentalize’, a term you recently came to knowledge in your psych minor class. Yet, you were young and only human to have those concerns return to haunt you even for a few seconds. The sound of Yara and Chase’s lips smacking urged you to look up. Finally, you thought.
“So?” Yara inquired, casually wiping the smudged lipstick off her face, “You coming?”
Carefree, yet extremely inconsiderate, that was what she exuded. A knot of anxiety formed in your stomach. For oddly enough, the sight of the happy couple managed to drain your energy out tonight. You longed to run away.
“Honestly…” you began with a sigh, “I don’t really feel so good tonigh-”
“¿Qué pasa, guapa?”
What’s up, gorgeous?
That voice. That deep, spine tingling tone was a reminder of your mere existence. The tone that tempted every hair in your body to stand at attention. Turning around in a flash, you covered your mouth, shocked to find the person you prayed to see all this time.
“JIM??” You cried out in a muffled tone, “Oh my GOD!!-”
Squealing in pure joy, you sprinted towards Jim Davis before jumping into his arms. Seemingly extremely pleased, Jim let out a hearty laughter. Suddenly the energy you were drained had returned in the form of a shot of adrenaline when he picked you up and spun you around, kissing you without hesitation. And you swore the feel of his lips on yours added a couple of years into your life.
“Wait, you didn’t tell me you were coming back so soon” Breathless, you pointed out when he finally put you down.
“Well, I’m back for good, baby” Jim replied, extending his arms outward with pride. Your eyes widened: “What? You serious?”
“Yep…” he grinned nodding, “Honorably discharged…and all yours”
You sensed his tone morph into a low purr the moment he pulled you close to him. And you would be lying if that did not fill your stomach with butterflies. After ages.
“Umm….”
Yara’s voice emerged. You and Jim turned back, to find her and Chase appearing the most confused, “…you mind telling us who this is…?” She inquired with raised eyebrows.
Finally in realization, you chuckled. For introductions were in order.
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The aromatic scent crept into your nostrils, only to soon disappear out of the lack of attention provided. All the while an uptempo Latin Pop track playing in the background mingled with Yara and Chase’ voices, but unfortunately faded away into mere mumbles. For none of that seemed to be the key focus for you tonight. Not when Jim Davis was around.
Even seated at a crowded Mexican Restaurant, he mattered the most to you. Even when platefuls of delectable Taquitos* were served to the table, your eyes did not leave his irresistible side profile. And when his sense of expertise noticed and his eyes caught your gaze, you were breathless. You wondered if it was the romantic in you surfacing, for all seemed to appear in slow motion. His eyes remained seductive, washing all over you that it was certain your panties might melt and diminish into thin air. Those eyes were truly sorcerous, that your eyes suddenly had lives of their own to the point you could sense their figurative cheeks heat up with heavy blushes. For his eyes, they were proficient in the dirty talk as much as his mouth was. Breathing in his cheap cologne with depth, you suddenly grew aware of his touch, and the fact he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder all this time. Being lost in his eyes was definitely an out-of-body experience.
“Hey!”
Your soul reunited with your frame upon Yara’s call.
“Mmm?” Looking over at the couple sitting across the table, you and Jim were unfazed.
“Aren’t you two gonna eat?” Yara inquired with raised eyebrows while Chase had began to gobble. Her gaze questioned both your sanity. To which you and Jim could not help but chuckle in response. Shaking her head, Yara scoffed:
“It’s so weird…” she began, “…seeing you like this”. Wiping the crumbs off his mouth, Chase joined in with confidence, “Yeah! How did you guys even meet anyways? I mean, no offense but…we never thought she’d be the one…” he stressed, pointing at you, “… to have an older boyfriend who’s a Marine-”
“-Army Ranger” Jim corrected. His gaze and tone was dominant, enough for Chase to wither with intimidation.
“Yeah…” Chase nodded with a gulp, “…what you said…”. You would be lying if you admit you did not enjoy that sight.
“Actually…” you finally began, “We met a year ago” turning to face your boyfriend, “ He was back in LA during his break. We met at a bar”
“Hold up! ” Raising her hand, Yara was wide eyed, “How come I didn’t know about this?”
“Cause this happened a year ago, hun. Calm down” you chuckled, “Actually, this was even before Cin transferred. Hah! you didn’t miss much…Don’t worry” you assured upon seeing Yara’s pout, “It was a small bar, but I loved the Pistos*-I mean…” you paused with a smile, “….the beer there…” Your pause caused Jim to chuckle alongside once again. Safe to say it was a chuckle that encompassed a shared memory. A sweet reminder of your first ever meeting.
“And?…that’s it?” Chase inquired with amusement, with both hands resting on the wooden table, “You both meet at a bar one night and…” he whistled, “…then sparks flew?”
Looking at them both, you could sense the suspicion in their eyes. You longed to answer, however it was not so easy to do so. Pausing, you struggled with a response.
“Absolutely!”
Jim answered for you with nonchalance, while his grip on you tightened. For a split second you both exchanged a gaze of reassurance. And you had never been more relieved. The secret was safe.
“So…”, Turning towards the couple, Jim began, “How did you lovebirds meet then?”
Hesitation was certainly not in Yara’s vocabulary when she offered to speak. Leaving her sight, your eyes darted towards the the chilled beer that Jim placed on the table. You smiled to yourself. They were certainly filled with memories.
Reminiscing your first meeting with Jim Davis, never failed to be exciting every single time. Before Yara ended up in your life, there was Cindy. Noticing your evident sadness due to her surprise transfer to USC*, Cindy was hell bent in comforting you, thus suggesting you join her and her boyfriend Ray for a night out in South Central. You agreed, being desperate enough to spend the final few days with your roommate. Situated at the suburbs, this bar was small, intimate and seemingly inhabited by those who knew Ray, which resulted in a welcoming atmosphere upon arrival. Though the place was mostly filled with gangsters, you did not care for the slightest, when especially you found yourself falling for the unexpected; The beer.
Chilled to perfection, the beer there was unlike any that you had tasted before. And it was certainly a surprise, given they were the usual brands. You could not fathom the refreshing sensation that trickled down your throat with the first sip. That sensation tempted your hips to sway, urged your feet to move in rhythm. All in syncopation with the music that played in the jukebox under the dim lights. Until finally bumping into a man woke you from your intoxication. A man you were fascinated with in an instant:
Jim Luther Davis.
Such a pity that Yara’s gusto-filled story barely reached your ears. For reliving a memory simply seemed sweeter for you. Thus, you continued to do so.
Fortunately, Jim Davis did not end up being a handsome stranger that you simply bumped into, for coincidence had other plans. Especially, when he and Mike Alonzo turned out to be Ray’s mutual older drinking buddies. You were ecstatic. Internally, of course.
With the entire group packed together in the booth table, it was one loud but engaging hangout. Except for you. Somehow you preferred to sit right next to Cindy in silence, being distracted by two things: Beer, and Jim.
Blame the chemicals embedded in your system, for you simply found yourself drawn to him. Truthfully, it did not seem so difficult to begin with. Not when he turned out to be your type in appearance. You found yourself watching him. The manner in which he listened to others with swagger and confidence, the manner in which he held himself ; They all brought a certain air to him. Your attention had pierced through all manner of secrecy that he would occasionally end up catching your gaze. And then you would look away, quick and embarrassed. Though you must admit, it was a game you thoroughly enjoyed playing. But at the same time, you felt idiotic and childish.
“Cat got yo tongue, baby?”
You blinked, looking up. Fabio, one of Ray’s friends threw the query over to your direction, all of the sudden. And with that, the table grew quiet. All the eyes landed on you, except for Jim’s. A surge of embarrassment rushed towards you when awkward silence filled the booth. For you were definitely distracted to the point you did not follow the conversation. With you struggling to form an answer, Fabio snickered:
“Yo Cindy, What’s up with yo friend? She deaf or somethin’?”
“Easy, homie”
Before Cindy could respond, Jim’s quick reply arose. And you swore your eyes caught the sight of his hand ball into a fist as his eyes had grown dark. Oddly enough, that was the comfort you needed right then.
“Don’t mind me, Fabio…” you shrugged with confidence, “I’m just a girl hooked on her Pistos” you said, enunciating the Spanish word before taking another sip. You may have smiled at him, but you knew how much you feigned it. Awkward silence remained intact. But Ray managed to save the night, by changing the topic of conversation. Slightly embarrassed, Fabio shot you a look. All before he leaned towards his friends, muttering some words in Spanish.
“You speak Spanish?”
Jim’s low query made you turn to him.
“N-No…” you answered with nervousness.
“Well…” he began, “…you should” Though his tone was of seriousness, he did not fail to flash you a soft smile that comforted you even further.
Thus, the evening progressed. And you began to notice Jim in much detail. The more you did, you discovered a warmth that seemed to trickle down your heart. For you realized, you would not be able to stop yourself from falling for him. Hard.
You smiled to yourself, relieved Yara still did not know you were drifting away in your head, stuck in a memory.
Unable to stop obsessing over him since that first night, you remembered how you found yourself returning to the same bar the following night, alone.
Stepping into the venue, you suddenly were aware how unprepared you were. Even while placing an order at the bar counter, you remembered covering your mouth with embarrassment. Was this a mistake?
“Hey Baby! ”
Jumping in your barstool, you sighed with annoyance when you realized it was Fabio sneaking up on you.
“Just…” you feigned a chuckle, “Don’t call me baby, okay?”. Evidently ignorant, Fabio seemed to have chosen to stay. To your dismay. Sporting gold chains on his neck and wrists, Fabio was on a dire attempt to emulate a thriving gangster, when he actually was just another college kid like Ray.
“So, whatcha doing all by yourself, baby? Don’t tell me…you’re here to see yo boi Fabio?”
Keep telling yourself that, you thought. Exhaling in frustration, you maintained a tight smile, “I uh…just waiting for someone” you struggled. Flashing a mischievous smile, Fabio leaned in closer. You prayed he would not notice how your nose scrunched up by his heavy cologne with disgust. And how your body tightened when his eyes scanned you from top to bottom, licking his lips by the sight of your choker and your red, floral short dress.
“Who are we kidding?” He sniggered, “You wanna piece of this, huh? Come o-” “No!” You cut him off, “I’m really…” feigning a chuckle once again, “…waiting for someone…Thanks” you said, extending your hands in defense. Given the reaction of those around you, it may have been a louder response than expected. For Fabio turned red, making it his queue to slither away. You sighed deep. Luck did not seem to get on with you from the moment you stepped in here. Was this a mistake? When you felt a finger tap you on your shoulder, you rolled your eyes and turned around. For you were ready to give Fabio a piece of your mind.
Except, it was not Fabio.
“Hey…”
Jim greeted you, his deep tone announcing his arrival. Standing at an appropriate distance, he stood tall with a hint of swagger. Your body began to finally relax by the sight, especially when your eyes were refreshed by the open plaid shirt worn along with his white vest and baggy pants.
“Hey…” breathless, you began, “Hey!” Confidence finally became you as you repeated with a smile. The bartender caught your attention the moment he placed a chilled bottle of beer on the counter before you.
“Make it two, Hermano* ” Jim said, handing the man some cash. All the sudden, guilt washed over you as you gasped: “Oh I-”
“I got this…” Jim assured, seeing you reach into your bag. Grateful, you nodded, “So…” he began, “Can seem to get enough of them Pistos, hmm?” An inquiry left his lips the moment he received his own bottle. Smiling shyly, you bit the side of your lower lip. The manner in which that word rolled out his tongue caused excitement. Besides, his mouth suddenly seemed more delectable. Oh, his mouth.
“Yeah…” you admitted, “Can’t get enough…and I hope I never will”
You added, gazing directly into his hazel orbs. It simply was a mistake to do so, given how those eyes burnt with curiousity, urging you to blush in return, “And er…” pausing, you looked down, “ I was kinda hoping I’d catch you around” you said, looking up again.
“Yeah?” Jim inquired, genuinely surprised, “Why?”
That was when you froze. He was right, what exactly was your intention of seeing him tonight? Unfathomable on how you gathered courage to blurt that silly line in the first place. What if you dragged yourself all the way here to be rejected? What if there never was a form of enthusiasm from his corner as you hoped? What if this ends up being the story of a silly sophomore college girl, having delusions over an older man?
You chuckled with a nervous tone, “Well I-…” you paused, as your pulse began to grow loud within you, “Sorry…” you muttered, sliding off the stool, “This was just a stupid idea. I should go-”
“Wait!”
You turned upon Jim’s call. Showing his bottle, he shrugged:
“These Pistos aren’t gonna get finished themselves, hmm?” He dared to pose that inquiry with a playful grin. Smiling back involuntarily, you knew you had no comeback for that.
You remembered the chill outside the bar that night. The breeze that caressed your exposed skin of your legs were still fresh in your memory. Gazing at whatever stars your eyes could make out amidst the city lights, you and Jim sipped on the chilled alcohol from the porch. Given the fact there were little to none outside, the evening was unexpectedly intimate.
“Your uh…” clearing your throat, you finally broke the surprisingly comfortable silence, “Your friend not with you tonight?”
“Mike?” Jim inquired, to which you nodded, “Nah! he’s got his hands full” he answered with a smile.
“You guys close?”
“Hell yeah…He’s my homeboy, ya know? Since we were kids”
“Sweet. Must be nice.” You smiled in return, looking back at the sky, “I uh…remember that you serve. Iraq, huh?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Fallujah* ” Jim answered with a nod, looking at you.
“Whoa…” you breathed in wonder. Silence took over once again while your tongue savored the beverage.
“And you?…UCLA?” Jim spoke before wiping his mouth, “Man! That’s some fancy ass shit right there”
“Yeah well… it ain’t a walk in the park…” you contradicted in a shy tone, forcing him to shoot you a look of concern. To which you chuckled, “I’m on scholarship, I mean…” you added, helping him come to realization, “Hehe yeah…I had to nerd my way into that gig” moving side to side, you could not help but take another sip,“But, I know…what a good thing I got going on. And I know… if I screw it up, then I’m FUCKED” you enunciated the end, which drove him to laughter. You adored how it soothed you somehow.
“Well…” he began, “…whatever fucking takes, right?”
You nodded, “Hell yeah…Here’s to…uh…positive shit! Hah!” You laughed as you both clinked the bottles together. The more alcohol that chose to settle in your system, the bolder you became:
“What’s it like?”
“What?”
You fully turned to him, “Being out there…in Iraq…” you continued, “I mean…I’m guessing you’ve seen some shit…” you inhaled, “you know…shit you can’t forget, right? I mean, shit like that…” you scoffed, “….that shit can fuck…you…up…” at that moment you could not help but find yourself lost in thought.
But Jim’s surprised expression made you pause. You chuckled in embarrassment.
“I’m just…guessing…” you muttered, sipping once again. Perhaps you went a tad bit too far with the blabbering. For your cheeks began to heat up with worry. Until Jim spoke:
“Well…Shit or no shit…Follow orders, that’s what we do” Instead of a frown, Jim replied, taking a huge gulp from his bottle.
“Yeah…I get it” you nodded in a fast pace. Robust, and straightforward, his attitude was to be admired. Funny you found yourself staring at his side profile long enough, his face could easily be compared to that of a statue. Perfect in proportion, your mouth began to dry out. You were attracted to him, shamelessly so.
“I-”, You paused, suppressing a grin, “…never mind”
“What? What is it?” He asked, looking at you. To which you shook your head frantically.
“Nah, it’s really silly…”
“Come on!…tell me” Fully turning, Jim insisted with a smile. His voice had its way of being persuasive. And his voice had its way of tearing your defenses down, or so it seemed. Taking a deep breath, you began:
“I kept thinking about this but…” you paused, “Last night, you said I should learn some Spanish… Why?”
Desperate for more interaction, that was your excuse. Jim responded with a shy chuckle. Certainly was worth it.
“I mean, we just met and you barely knew me…” you continued with a smile, “So…why?” As your question grew more confident, your inner desperation grew strong. Taking his last sip from the bottle, Jim surprised you by taking a step towards you:
“You really wanna know the truth?”
“Try me” , You replied, quickly finishing your own bottle, all without breaking away from his gaze.
And thank goodness you finished it. For you would have surely dropped it. Especially when Jim stood dangerously close to you, causing you to be immediately aware of the muscles between your thighs contracting. Even more so, when his irresistible eyes traveled from your very own all the way to your alcohol stained lips.
“Cause…” he purred, “…you have no fucking clue how sexy you sound”
You both may have chuckled to his line, but that did not mean your pulse did not quicken. Which increased in speed the moment his eyes took hold on yours once again. Seduction, he certainly was proficient in it. And you, were a witness. A witness who suffered from internal combustion of frustration.
You inhaled deep, “Really?” “Yeah…” he breathed in a sultry manner.
Just when you thought no force on earth could break this eye contact, the door burst open. Some men exited. Breaking away, you looked at your watch watch in an instant. You sighed. Real Life was calling you.
“I…I gotta go…” downcast, you muttered with guilt, “Class tomorrow…” adding extra guilt, you knew that excuse certainly did not put you in a good light.
“Lemme drop you then…”
Jim’s nonchalant and nonjudgmental reply urged you to look up with relief. Smiling in agreement, you watched him enter the bar with the empty bottles. And in that very moment, a tingling sensation filled with thrill washed over you, leaving no inch unattended. Butterflies returned to your stomach, fluttering harder than ever before in your life. Were you being hopeful? Could Jim Davis be desiring the same? Goosebumps traveled through you when that tingling sensation returned with much detail. Too much detail to be specific.
Until you realized it was real. And Jim’s hand was directly at fault here.
Blinking back to the present reality, your eyes caught the sight of Jim’s chilled fingers on your leg. They ran over over your inner exposed thigh in circular motion, thus, inciting the tingling sensation. Of course, no wonder the detail was accurate.
Yara and Chase were oblivious to all this, for they were caught up in their own love story as she kept yapping. But that was only the fact Jim kept on such a convincing focused face. He may be ‘listening’ to your friend, but his hand was evidently not. The longer his fingers lingered on your skin, the more you were reminded of him. And the more you began to tingle and sweat in the most unexpected places.
You were young, and unapologetically shameless. 6 months. It was exactly 6 whole months since you were last physically intimate with your boyfriend. And with studies piling up along with the expectation of a scholarship holding sophomore, ‘getting yourself off’ was never an option. Not with a roommate around.
The tingling sensation grew even stronger. And you began to hear your own quickening breath. Jim Davis’ elongated fingers, they spoke of pride. You longed for them to travel to locations far more adventurous and private than your thighs. Especially when they were rife with experience. Truthfully, it was a fact that his hands and his delicious lips and tongue were fluent in your body than your own self. Being pleasure deprived for too long, the mere thought of him ravishing you, aroused you even more. Aroused, and certainly very starved. The kind that food simply could not satisfy.
“...and under the stars…” Yara continued, holding on to Chase with lovestruck eyes, “…he told me he loved m-”
“Excuse me!”
Cutting her off, you cried out as you stood up in an instant.
“What’s up with you?” Chase inquired, whilst Yara looked offended.
“Just I gotta…pee…” you lied, eyes landing on Jim, “…now”
“Okay…” you heard Chase mutter in kind as you left the table, “…TMI, but whatever”
In all fairness, being judged was the least of your concerns. With every speedy step you took, the faster your heart began to beat. Storming into the empty ladies room, you found yourself staring at a mirror once again, with a heaving chest and noticeably flushed cheeks. It was plain to see, you were engulfed in the flames of pure arousal, and the fire needed to be put out.
And when the bathroom door opened up once again, you turned to find the fireman enter. Wearing a serious expression, it was slightly difficult to decipher his thoughts.
“I…” you struggled as Jim strode towards you, “I didn’t know what else to do-” Except he knew. When he attacked you with a passionate kiss.
Jumping into him was reflexive. Wrapping your legs around his waist seemed almost choreographed. Finally resting on the washroom sink, it was quite safe to admit how both of you were very much relieved to be the only occupants in the room. For there was no intention of holding back. Your denim skirt hiked high up, revealing your thighs in completion under the white fluorescent lights as Jim stood between your legs. And they were much cared for, as his hands gingerly rubbed them back and forth while his lips indulged yours with hunger.
“You think they know I lied?”
Breathless, you inquired with innocence. Except you did not receive an instant reply. Not when you found yourself gasping when he pulled your head back by your hair with a growl. With liberated access to your bare neck, Jim celebrated by placing equally starving kisses all over, resulting in your surprising moans.
“You think I fuckin’ care?” He chuckled into your skin, to which you could not help but chuckle back:
“Oh no, you bad boy” you purred in tease.
“Oh yeah, baby girl …” purring back, his reply incited a giggle out of you before he kissed you once again.
“Ay Papi*!” You breathed into his lips before he snatched up yours for good. Surroundings were simply irrelevant the moment the kiss turned intense, as his tongue crashed in like the rude boy he was, and grabbed onto your own tongue in a passionate embrace. They clashed against one another in frenzy, him claiming you as his. As the kiss grew deeper, your moans grew louder. When he pulled away all the sudden, whimpers left your lips with desperation. Teasing you so, Jim took a good look at you:
“¿Como esta tu Español?” He breathed low. And you were pleased that you actually understood.
How’s your Spanish?
Pressing himself against you, he began to slowly grind. You grew excited. Listening to Jim Davis speak Spanish was simply erotic in the first place. And since you have been studying it on your own for past few months, you were certainly impatient to show him.
“Yo…” you began, finding the words “…estudio pala-sorry…” with a nervous chuckle, you looked down, “..I know I suck-”
“No no…keep going” Jim insisted with a smile, bringing your chin up for a reassuring kiss, “Now say it again…” he added, maintaining eye contact with ferocity. Taking a deep breath, all the words clearly appeared in your head. Thus, you flashed a mischievous grin:
“…estudiando palabras…muy importantes”
I am studying…very important words.
Gasping was all you could do when Jim picked you up, carrying you into the nearest toilet booth. Thankfully with this restaurant being surprisingly hygienic, you did not mind. Life barely was embedded in your legs the moment he put you down, locking the door behind you to push you against it.
“Oh yeah?” He inquired, panting, “¿Cómo cuál?”
Like what?
Panting alongside him, you stood up straight, “Por ejemplo…”
For example…
Amidst his pants and his impressed expression, you grabbed his hands, placing them over your buttocks. All the while you looked at him with eyes, heavy with lust:
“¡Haz lo que quieras!”
You could not believe how confident you sounded. Smiling with equal lust in his eyes, Jim kissed you in approval, definitely pleased with what he just heard:
(Do) whatever you want!
Growling with effect, his animalistic nature was exuded as his hands gripped onto your buttocks with passion. His big, generous hands felt through every cheek with familiarity, as if they just reunited with a long lost friend. But that did not mean he forgot about all the other friends, the rest of your frame that had missed him as well. Moaning with pleasure, you began to unbutton his white shirt during in haste.
You simply adored his hands, for they were as passionate as his Spanish was. As he proceeded to hold on to your hips, your own hands roamed over his torso over his white vest. Except you froze the second his hands landed on your chest. Shaky breaths exited your lips as you shivered by his touch, for your breasts were at its most sensitivity even through your thin cardigan top. Palming them generously, Jim groaned into your lips:
“Fuck! I missed you, Guapa”
“I missed you more, Papi”
Confessing in return, you kissed him once more. Moans of desperation mixed into your kisses the moment his hands dipped inside your cardigan crop top, only to make direct contact with your untethered bosom. You winced involuntarily, even from his touch so gentle. Jim chuckled with seeming victory. And you were not afraid to admit, how you were simply in the palm of his hand.
Usually, during the peak pre-menstruation, you dared not let anyone come close to you, let alone touch you. But when it was Jim Davis, those rules halt by the door. He was a man who could maneuver his touch. However, he certainly was no good boy. Proceeding with his sweet torture during kisses, you were relieved to have a door to keep you balanced. For his long fingers, they flicked, encircled and pulled your now-sensitive nipples, keeping them fully erect and thoroughly visible even through the clothes.
Gripping his vest even tighter, you pressed your thighs together, for intense levels of pleasure and sensitivity crashed within you, akin to an avalanche. In truth, it simply was an overdose, and you could not handle. You were a mere animal trapped in this cage of frustration. But like an animal, you managed to set yourself free. You pushed Jim back with such force, that he ended up sitting on the closed toilet seat behind him. A surprised expression adorned his face when you straddled him in the process. Peeling your cardigan off your torso, you hinted your need for him. Which immediately was motivation for him to unbuckle his pants. However, his eyes did not fail to leave your sight while he did. For his eyes revealed nothing but pure amazement and hunger. He inhaled deep:
“Fuck!” He uttered, while his hand dipped into his hardened manhood.
“Yeah, that’s right Papi…” you breathed, maintaining the ironclad gaze. All the while you permitted his hand to feel the intense dampness of your opening, “Fuck me!”
And thus, public decency went flying out the window the moment the lovers fully united. The manner in which his hands rested on your bare back; whilst you moved upwards and downwards in syncopation to his thrusts, it drove you wild. The manner in which his generous and erect shaft felt so familiar inside of your tight walls, was too intoxicating as always. His mutual desperation and hunger translated well, as his lips savored on your swollen and sensitive bosom as if they were treasured food rations. Tingles were divided into million branches, impacting every form of stimuli in your system. But even in the midst of these endless waves of pleasure, that certain question from Chase yet lingered in your mind:
“And?…that’s it? You both meet at a bar one night and…then sparks flew?” “Absolutely!”
For in truth, it was not just a night of drinking and playful flirting that caused this relationship to blossom. And just like that, You could not help but recall further.
And peek into the moment that remained stored in the deepest corner of your mind. In the form of a secret.
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With arms folded, you kept on waiting. Long enough for the chill outside to grow stronger. Long enough for you to begin pacing nervously. Even long enough for several men to exit the bar during. Given its cabin exterior, it became more and more evident that this was more of an old fashioned bar. You sighed. Jim was certainly taking a little bit too long inside.
Paranoia knocked on your heart’s door, forcing you to welcome it inside with reluctance. Thus, several questions began to occupy your thinking space. Was there trouble inside? A possible Bar Fight? You shook your head, for you were surely being delusional. Or worse, was this a part of his plan all along? The player type to ditch you for someone else? Perhaps with someone better looking that he just met. Envy formed in your heart towards a woman that possibly may not even exist. Your stomach turned in a merciless fashion. When the door opened again, a surge of hope grew in you. Could it finally be Jim?
Except it was not.
“Baby! You still around huh?”
Fabio said, in a pleased tone, exiting the bar. Clicking your tongue in an involuntary fashion, you turned away with frustration. For he was the last person you hoped to lay eyes upon.
“Hey-Wha-What’s the matter?” Fabio cried, “Can’t look at a friend?” Whilst he tapped you on the shoulder repeatedly. Alcohol was strong in his presence. And the fact he stood uncomfortably close certainly turned your stomach even more.
“Well, technically you’re not my friend” With a forced smile, you turned to him, “You’re Ray’s friend, OKAY? ” a snappy tone exited your lips. And for a split second, there was genuine offense painted in Fabio’s face.
“Just tryna be nice, jeez!” He muttered low, with arms lifted. Coming one’s senses, you finally drew in deep breath while letting your arms loose.
“I…I’m sorry, dude” you said, in a soft tone, staring the droopy eyed young man. Being Cindy’s friend, your last intention was to cause friction Ray and his friends. Your tone seemed to have been convincing enough, for Fabio flashed a soft smile in return:
“It’s okay…” he replied, to which you were relieved.
But that relief was short lived. Especially when Fabio leaned forward with puckered up lips in an instant, forcing you to gasp.
“What the hell, man?” You inquired, pushing him back with aggression.
“Ah come on, baby…” he drawled, chuckling in a playful manner, “Just one kiss…I mean, look at you! You still waiting out here. For who? I know… you really came here for me” with open arms, he went in for an embrace. Scoffing, you pushed him back again. That was when your pulse quickened again. To the point you hoped to flee.
“That’s it! I’m leaving! ”
You snapped, darting away from the entrance. The concern of leaving Jim behind or finding a cab did not seem problematic anymore, for all you needed was to get away. However, a painful cry left your lips when you felt your hair being pulled back. Your eyes widened. It was an angry Fabio.
“Ugh! Why you being such a Puta* right now, huh?” He said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer “Oh wait I forgot…” he snickered, “….you don’t understand Spanish, right bitch?” turning you to him. The alcohol had certainly rendered him more maniacal than ever.
“Don’t’ be a jerk, Fabio…” You cried, as you began to swing desperate punches towards his direction. But your defenses were lowered and moot, the moment he grabbed you tight by the wrists. You gasped, “..let… me… go! HELP! ”.
However, despite your cries, no one came to your aid.
This feeling, certainly was the ‘stuff of nightmares’. This feeling, had haunted you every now and again in imagination. To have it form into reality, was worse. No matter the force you exerted to free yourself, it seemed moot. For Fabio had the upper hand with his strength. And you were overpowered with intimidation. With the heartbeat increased in record speed, your heart was on the verge of exploding with fear. For the first time, you feared for your life. You despised the fact there was no one around, the fact this bar was on the outskirts. Almost close to tears, You heavily despised the fact you may be getting hurt in more ways than one tonight.
Until you heard a bottle shatter. Loud.
Glass fragments dripped from Fabio’s head as he cried out with immense pain. His grip on you loosened before he dropped down to the ground. Only for you to find Jim Davis standing behind him, with with a bottle broken in hand, and sheer rage in his eyes.
Rolling over, Fabio caught the sight of the man, “Jim??” He groaned, “What the hell, man? Why you helping this bitch-ARGH!”
A kick in the stomach was Jim’s choice in response, which incited more cries from the fool.
“THE FUCK YOU TOUCH HER FOR, HUH?” Jim yelled, his loud voice piercing through the tension like high pressured flames. However, the question seemed rhetoric, when he continued to kick Fabio, aggression growing more and more evident, “FUCKING…ASS…HOLE!” With tightened fists, he enunciated with each kick, “MOTHERFUCKE-”
“JIM!!!!”
You cried in an instant. And that very moment was when he finally froze. That fateful moment, you watched his face change, for his expression was clear as day. As if a wave of realization washed over him. As if bitter reality surprised him with a sucker punch.
All the while he stared down at his finished product: Fabio. He watched the the young man groan for his dear life, laying defeated and thoroughly bruised; all the while a weak stream of blood appeared prominent from his head and his mouth, adding a splash of bright color to the dark and dusty pavement.
Which was transparent enough for you, the witness.
You regretted being frozen with shock. If it only was for you to control. Thankfully a shred of it reached when you finally mustered the strength to call for him out from a potential murder. Violence, Danger, your trembling heart sensed it all. All from Jim. For that was what his strong aura emitted. However, despite your shock, never did you flinch. Never did your heart consider retracting from him or running away.
On the contrary, you were compelled to trust him even further. Especially when you sensed complete safety in him, above all others.
“Let’s go…”
You found yourself uttering those words, as you took his hand in urgency. Pulling him with haste, you both fled from the scene. Adrenaline coursing through the veins whilst running away, leaving a wounded man laying in his own mess before anyone could find out.
You remembered how Jim drove. Quiet, but focused. He drove and drove, until the bar disappeared from your sight. He drove to the point you both found yourselves ending up at a remote beach. And finally, time had returned to its normal pace once again.
Calming sounds of the ocean waves filled your ears, while the sight of the foamy waters barely were visible in the darkness. You watched Jim slowly take his hands from the wheel, rubbing his face. Your eyes widened, when you noticed his hand bleeding slightly. Perhaps from the broken bottle. You longed to speak, however no voice was present. Pushing the seat back, Jim slowly crawled over to the back of the car. Silence overpowered for too long, which urged you to clear your throat and speak:
“A…Are you ok-”
“You’re right, you know…”
You paused, upon hearing Jim’s interruption. Looking back from the front passenger seat, you found light finally shining on his face. Much to your sadness, cracks formed in your heart by the sight of his expression. Especially when silent tears streamed down his chiseled face. As if his mask of bravery was stripped away. Or even melted.
“You’re right…shit’s been crazy over there…” he chuckled with sadness, “…worse, shit’s crazy over here too…” he said, pointing at his own head.
Joining him in the backseat, you took the bandana off your head without hesitation.
“The thing’s I’ve seen…” he continued in mid-whisper, “The shit I had to do. The shit I wanted to do. It’s fucked up…so fucked up”.
It was unfathomable. Witnessing emotions of Jim Davis on variant scale in one single night, including him unveiling his vulnerability, you did not know where to begin processing. Simultaneously, those cracks in your heart, they could not help but form deeper to the point you ached inside. For a second, you were filled with an overwhelming desire for this misery in his heart to disappear. You longed for him to smile again. You froze. Were you tasting a slice of pure affection? Perhaps even, love? For him?
“It’s too fucked up…I’M fucked up-”
“Hey…hey…”
Your voice cracked when you finally began, leaning towards him, “Shhhh…It’s okay…” you said in comfort, while rubbing his forearm, “…its okay…I’m here” you said, as you occupied yourself with tending to his bleeding hand as a coping mechanism. The bleeding that he did not even notice.
With his hand on yours, the heart did feel heavier in comparison. As if his hand was magnetically powerful enough to keep you nearby. Thus, forming an attraction. Not the type that stirred the loins, but merely the kind that longed for you to wail on behalf of him. The kind to carry the pain for him. As if you did not wish to carry on another minute of your life, without knowing he would be well. And you would be lying if you did not want to show him that.
Your trembling hand reached out for his surprised face, turning it towards you with patience. The deep breath you took, it occupied your lungs in completion. Butterflies exploded in your stomach , causing a riot before you moved close. Close enough to feel his breath on your face. And close enough to press your lips on both his cheeks.
You tasted his salty tears, that stained his face. Pressing your own lips together, you hoped you could share his pain this way. Your eyes were smart, urging your voice to take a breather, whilst they gazed at his lips. Those lips that turned you greedy the moment you saw first laid eyes on them. And his trembling breaths of despair were enough for you to finally dispose of any form of hesitation.
For you finally moved to kiss him ever so gently on the lips.
With your kiss, you were there for him, in spite of it all. In spite of the violence and the tears. And the moment you instantly felt Jim kiss you back, you knew you were hopelessly his.
All the sudden, a dose of sweetness was infused with the salty kisses, weakening the flavor of the beer that lingered in his mouth. Selfishly, the need for comfort vanished. For all you needed was him. In every possible manner. Safe to say, Jim wholeheartedly agreed.
A sudden injection of passion entered your systems, setting your bodies in its entirety, in flames. Which also included the loins. Powerful enough for you to straddle him, powerful enough for Jim to flip you down to hover over you. And certainly powerful enough for the both of you to make love.
You treasured it all. The manner in which his fingers were precise, hooking on to your panties to gingerly peel them out of your frame. The manner in which his eyes gazed upon your own, then traveling all the way south to take in the sight of your now exposed opening, that dripped with wetness, blushing in its own means and begging him to explore it. Thus, it was to be expected, when you welcomed him inside you effortlessly. As if it had waited for him all your life.
Even for the first time, Jim was fast, and was rough. Yet surprisingly, you did not care. You knew where it originated. And it seemed most apt.
While he moved in body, he fled in heart. Away from the horrors, away from the pain. This resulted from his need for a distraction. Amidst the syncopated moans that filled the car, you cupped his face. Looking right into his hazel orbs, you witnessed his need. His need for a distraction. And at the peak of climax, you witnessed his desperation. His desperation, that urged you to never him go.
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(Present)
“I failed the test…”
Jim uttered low, capturing your attention. With your face buried in his neck, you heard it louder than ever. Tilting your head, you sat up straight to face him, confusion taking over. After reaching climax following a session of passionate and exciting love-making in a restaurant toilet booth, there you both were in recovery. Never did you expect him to break the silence with a statement such as this.
“What do you mean?” You inquired in a half whisper.
“The Psych test…” Jim elaborated, while you proceeded to put your cardigan top back on, “…for the LAPD gig” sighing, he was downcast “I failed that shit…”
“No….” You breathed. The disappoint that was rife in his tone, somehow pierced through your heart. Thus, ushering in a wave of sadness that came crashing in, “Baby, I’m so sorry…” you said as you embraced him tight. To your surprise, Jim held you tightly in his arms in return. For when he buried his face on the crook of your neck and remained in silence for a mere few seconds, it was evident that was what he was required of. A rush of butteries attacked as you gently cupped his face. You loved this man, and your heart was the witness.
“Fuck the cops if the they can’t relate” you said through gritted teeth, before kissing both his cheeks, “Fuck ‘em! Cause something better is comin’ ” you added with a soft smile, while your thumb ran over his upper lip, “We just gotta ...keep our heads straight”
To your relief, Jim seemed amused, “Speaking from experience?”
You smiled with pride, “You could say that…”
Both of you chuckled. “The point is…” you continued with a deep sigh, and huge smile, “I’m glad you’re back for good, baby”
Except for his own smile, it vanished right then. And in turn, his eyes watered and they shone, reflecting nothing but desperation and vulnerability. You took pride in being the one to witness it, just as you did that fateful night a few months back. Stroking your head with both hands, his forehead gently touched yours:
“¡Eres mia!” He breathed deep.
You’re mine!
How dare he? Expanding with immense warmth and impatience, it did not take long for your heart to gain rapid pace, as it was your very first time.
“¡Si, para siempre!” You answered with confidence. For it was simply the truth.
Yes, Forever!
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Index
UCLA : The University of California, Los Angeles Salud: Spanish term for “Cheers!” Guapa: Spanish term for Beautiful, Gorgeous Taquitos: A Mexican Food Dish Pisto: Mexican slang. A general term for an alcoholic beverage (usually beer) USC: University of Southern California Fallujah: A city in Iraq Papi: Spanish Term for Daddy Puta: Derogatory Spanish term for bitch, whore
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