#i was going to pick it up later. when i pick up nala

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Puppy Love || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x reader

prompt: you and Alexia adopt a puppy.

warnings: none, straight full fluff

a/n: pretend nala just doesn’t exist sorry!

You and Alexia had been going back and forth about getting a puppy. Alexia insisted that you two were far to busy to properly attend to its needs but you were adamant that you would make plenty of time. You were trying to psychologically convince Alexia by frequently sending her puppy pictures while she was at training or making sure to take her down the pet isle in the store and point out adorable toys. But alas, your efforts were unsuccessful.

You had eventually let the subject go, falling into the busier part of your work schedule and Alexia’s match schedule. On Alexia’s way home from training one day, she fell upon a local pet shelter that she had never seen before and was immediately reminded of your grave yearn for a puppy. Pulling into the parking lot, Alexia convinced herself that she was simply just looking, and in no way shape or form was she purchasing a puppy. She simply just wanted to browse the selection.

After walking in, Alexia walked up and down the hallway, looking at the dogs and cats. One special puppy at the end of the hall caught her eye. She almost didn’t even see the puppy as he was sheltered off from the other animals. It was a brown little boy lab that had three legs, but when he saw Alexia, he met her hand at the cage and wagged his little tail, licking her hand energetically.

To say Alexia was obsessed immediately would be an understatement. His big brown eyes captured her heart, especially when she looked at the little infographic that informed her that if he was not adopted soon, he would be put down. In that moment, she knew she was in fact leaving the shelter with a puppy. She couldn’t let someone put him down. His skin was soft and he seemed very personable, he even had good balance although he was missing a leg.

Informing the vet tech she wanted the lab, she was later walking out the shelter with a puppy, picking up a few items like puppy pads and a brand new collar for him. The vet even tried to talk her out of it, informing her that they had ‘normal’ puppies, but she wanted the brown lab, he was utterly perfect to her. She was his saving grace.

What just happened to Alexia did not hit her until she was pulling into the driveway. The little puppy had yet to stop smiling and wagging his tail, falling into Alexia’s lap as she drove and eventually fell asleep. Alexia had just adopted a puppy, even after she told herself she wouldn’t. Now she had to figure out how she was going to explain this to you. The small puppy fit in her training bag, so she carefully set him in and made her way into the home.

“Amor?” she called out, making sure to be careful with bag.

“In the kitchen babe!” you replied as you were working on finishing up dinner, hearing her just enter the home.

Walking into the kitchen, Alexia put her kit bag behind her back to hide the major item she picked up on her way home. She walks up to you and brings you in for a soft kiss and hug.

“I missed you baby.” you say as you return the hug and kiss. Holding Alexia in your arms you thought your mind was playing tricks on you when you heard a small little bark.

“Alexia? Did you just… bark?” you asked, incredibly confused and curious.

“Oh um….yeah I did.” Alexia replied, not knowing how to break the ice that there was a full blown brown lab currently in her bag, probably chewing on her kit and boots as they speak.

Another bark was let out, and it was in fact coming from behind Alexia. Alexia was beat red, she knew her luck had ran out and you definitely knew it wasn’t her letting out the barks. Alexia brings her bag to her front and sets in on top of the kitchen counter as a small 3-legged puppy crawls out, still energetic and playful.

“ALE YOU BOUGHT A PUPPY!” you scream out, immediately pulling the small dog into your arms, gently petting him as he licks your arm. Overjoyed and happy you set him on the floor and begin to rub his soft belly. He stumbles getting up, falling down a few times but each time he perseveres and gets back up. He quickly runs around your shared home, sniffing everything out.

“Alexia Putellas how on earth did you leave for training without a puppy but return with one?” you question. Just imagining what situation Alexia could have possibly gotten into on her way home.

“On my way home I noticed there was a shelter, and I promise you Y/N I was just looking and I swore I was not leaving with a single animal, but I saw him all alone in the back and it said he was going to be put down if no one adopted him, so I had too. I mean look at him.” Alexia states, trying to convince you with his sweet puppy eyes as she picks him up off the floor. Now the two of them were sending you puppy eyes.

“I mean he is so cute.” you say as you gently give his head a few scratches. “What are we going to name him?” you ask. You are just secretly happy that you now have a puppy after months of waiting and begging for one. You already had a cart full online of puppy treats, toys, and outfit’s waiting for this day to come.

Alexia sets down the little lab and begins to ponder on what the perfect name for him would be as she begins to get her plate ready to eat dinner.

Right before Alexia is about to sit down you say, “Hey babe, while you think of name, he did just pee on the floor and because you did this behind my back, I would say you have puppy duty first.” you say as you laugh, handing her a few towels.

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Please come home // Alexia putellas x reader

Waking up alone for the second time this week came as a shock for you when there was no good morning message from Alexia on either day, when Alexia had training early in the morning and she had to leave you asleep in bed you would normally wake up and have a good morning message from Alexia in which she told you to have a good day and that she would be home as soon as she could. On some days when you woke up earlier than you normally would there was a delay in the message as it was normally sent during the short time Alexia had after training on the pitch when she was walking to the gym. The fact that there had been no message from her and she wasn’t really home a lot recently made you worry something was happening.

Since the day Alexia had torn her ACL she had been struggling to open up to anyone and mainly kept her feelings to herself, it’s not that she was a secretive person but Alexia found it hard to trust people with things she thought were best to keep for herself. What she hadn’t realised was that you had caught on to what was happening ages ago and thought to talk to mapi about it because of her and Alexia’s close relationship, even trying this you found that Alexia hadn’t even told mapi how she was feeling and wouldn’t open up to anyone anymore. You had made it your mission to get her to open up more and at least talk to you about something, it didn’t have to be about her ACL or her feelings even if she just told you about training or what she enjoyed about her day you would be happy to listen and talk with her about everything.

The last time anything like this had happened Alexia left home and stayed at mapi and Ingrid’s for days with nobody informing you of her whereabouts (not that you constantly needed to know where she was but it gave you peace of mind to know she was safe) it had taken for you to call everyone on the team and ask if they had seen her and when you called mapi she refused to tell you until you heard Alexia in the background asking if she could borrow something from Ingrid’s closet. It resulted in you getting in your car and going to collect her from their house.

Later that day when you called Alexia asking if she was alright and what she wanted for dinner she told you she wasn’t coming home until later that night because of a team dinner and that you shouldn’t wait up for her. She had lied again, there was no team dinner, Claudia told you there wasn’t and she didn’t know what alexia was talking about. It started to worry you after being told that, your mind running in circles wondering what was going on and if you had done anything wrong. That’s when u made the decision to go get her.

( slight time skip)

You practically ran up to mapi and ingrids apartment before banging on the door before someone opened it.. coincidentally it was the one person you wanted to see, Alexia. You walked straight in and sat down on mapis couch, “care to talk to me about what’s going on and why you haven’t come home for days? Mapi said you’re barely eating or sleeping” she just stared at you with a blank expression “ale… amor.. please, please come home. I need you back home with me, I need to be with you. Not alone with nala. I can’t deal with her for another day of both of us missing you. Please come home ale” she just kept staring and not making any effort to talk.

Only when Ingrid walked in did she move “ alexia you need to go home with her, it’s not good for you here. You miss her and she misses you, so Alexia as your friend not your teammate please go home, go be with your girl” she looked at Ingrid and nodded slowly “I’ll get my stuff” she started picking up random bits of her things that had been thrown on the floor.

Once she got her things and said goodbye to mapi and Ingrid, she got in the car and you drove her home, music playing lowly in the background to fill the silence. “I’m sorry for running away” you look at her and see the tears in her eyes “it’s ok love, I was just worried about you”

Pulling into the driveway you could both see nala jumping on the windowsill in excitement that you were home. “Nala wants to see her mama” a small chuckle from Alexia as she got out of the car and made her way up to the apartment.

And after what felt like forever the welcome homes were done, nala was asleep and alexia was back in your arms cuddling in bed slowly drifting off as you played with her hair, definitely having missed this time with her when she was away. “I love you alexia” a kiss to the head and holding her close, definitely happy she came home.

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I might make this into a small series but not sure yet let me know what you think x

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Those Three Letters • Alexia Putellas

Not sure how good this turned out to be, but I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Request: "In the trailer of Alexias documentary they say that Alexia turned off her phone after the injury. Can you write a story about reader and Alexia thats set during that time. Eventually reader is able to get a hold of Alexia maybe showing up to her appartement. Taking care of Alexia, making sure that she and Nala are okay, updating Alexias family and taking her to her apointments. Reader being her shoulder to cry on and pick Alexia up get a bit of faith back into her and being able to convince Alexia that she can be a great capitana from the sidelines also."

Part 2 You Can

Word count: 1,6k

Finishing up the late training session, you slipped on your sneakers and a hoodie and waved bye to the girls in the locker room.

As you walk down the hallway you fish your phone out from your right pocket, looking up at the last second before almost colliding with a body. You smile up at your captain.

“Gonna go talk to your girl?” Leah smiles down at you sweetly.

“Yeah, yeah. Schedules have been busy so I’m hoping to catch her.” you lightly blush at the thought of your girlfriend.

“Well good luck with that Y/N/N!”

“Thank you, goodnight Leah!” you wave her goodbye, your thumb already searching through your contacts before pressing on one.

You hold the phone to your ear as you walk to your room with a soft smile, but frown when no one picks up. You knew Alexia was off from training as well by now and the two of you had planned on talking tonight.

You call again, and again, and when she doesn’t pick up again, and again, you start to get worried. Tossing your phone onto your bed you decide to get ready for the evening instead, hoping that she’d at least message you to tell you what was up. 

Your phone goes off suddenly, the ringtone breaking you out of your staring contest with yourself in the mirror. Your toothbrush is hanging out of your mouth as you race for your phone,  answering it with a confused face when you realize it’s Mapi calling.

“Hey Mapi, what’s up?”

“Y/N, hola, hey, hi so something happened and Ale isn’t okay and I don’t know what to do and I need your help!” she rushes out and you go to calm her down before your ears perk up.

“Ale’s in trouble?” you ask almost breathlessly.

The most intense part of the Euro’s was barely in a week, everyone was excited for it and you knew Alexia had been waiting for this. To hear that something might not allow her to play…you feared the worst.

“What is it, María, what happened?”

“ACL” God, those three letters that you feared so much, one of the most dreaded injuries, especially in women’s football. That never meant anything good, this was serious.

“Y/N, I need you to come down here. I don’t know what’s going on with her, she hasn’t been answering any of us in the past two days. We were only told now what happened to her.”

That made sense, you had the first Match of the Euro’s yesterday and although the two of you would always wish each other good luck, you didn’t dwell on the absence of a message from her for too long. You knew the both of you were very busy people and she’d try to catch up later.

But now as you stand in the middle of the room, eyes wide, breath still and your toothpaste almost dripping down your chin you realize just how stupid that excuse sounded.

Ending the call with Mapi, you get yourself to look presentable before racing down to Sarina’s office.

Once you reach the door, you hastily knock on the wood until you’re let in.

“Hey coach, sorry, I really need to talk to you.” you tell her all that you knew and she eventually agrees to let you go, though with a warning that you wouldn’t play the full 90 minutes against Norway since you’d be missing a few training days.

By the time you get to the airport it’s already 8pm, you’d land in Barcelona at around midnight.

You keep Mapi updated and although you had told her you could take a taxi, she insisted on picking up her best friend from the airport.

When Mapi’s car rolls up in front of Alexia’s apartment it is well into the night, but knowing the Barcelona captain she was still going to be up no matter how tired she was after the day of her surgery.

You hated that you hadn’t been there for her when she had to go through such a thing, but you knew she needed you now more than ever and you were going to be there no matter what, even if it meant maybe missing the match against Norway.

You let yourself into her apartment, it’s dark but you can make out the silhouette of Nala before she jumps into your arms. You give her a little love before getting her something to eat, you weren’t sure how well Alexia had been taking care of herself and her dog right now.

As you walk further into the home you let your backpack - the only thing you had brought onto the plane with you - slide down your shoulder and land next to the wall of the living room.

That’s when you spot her, the warm color of the lamp lighting up the side of her face as she’s slumped over on the couch, her leg propped up. You note the deep frown she has, the creases in her forehead and the fact that she hadn’t noticed someone entering her apartment. It all worried you even more.

You move in front of her and squat down to be on her level before you place a careful hand to the side of her face. Cupping her cheek you turn her head towards you and wait for her eyes to focus on you, the deep glare slowly vanishing as she stares into your eyes.

“Alexia, bebé.” you whisper out as your thumb slowly strokes over her cheek bone. That’s all it takes for her as she breaks, a painful sob leaving her lips. You pull her into you, mindful of her leg and hold her close as she cries into your neck.

You fight back your own tears, ultimately failing, and repeatedly kiss her shoulder as you mutter words of comfort into her ear. She settles eventually and pulls back from you, though she doesn’t go far, desperate to still be close to you. 

“I wanted to play so bad.” 

“I know, I know, love. “ you say as you wipe away the few tears rolling down her cheek. “It won’t be long Ale, you’re strong, you know this. And I’ll be here, yeah? We’ll do it together.” you tell her honestly, kissing her cheek when she gives you a tiny smile. 

“Gracias, mi amor. Gracias, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she pulls you in again and you hug her back tightly. You help her get ready for the night, gently washing the day off her body and holding her close when she breaks down again.

You kiss her injured knee gently and tuck her into bed. It’s the early hours of the morning when you manage to get her to sleep and you slowly slip out from under the covers. You watch as she cuddles into your pillow and you move her hair out of her face before making your way out the bedroom door.

Eli is the first person you call, Alexia’s mom, and she immediately picks up the phone despite the sun barely being up. You fill her in on the news and promise her to take care of her daughter as you ask her to come around for the next day.

Alexia would need her family close to her, especially once you’d have to go back to England for the Euro’s. 

You take her to her appointments during the next few days and help out her family who have come around Alexia’s place everyday. It’s four days later that you pack your bag again, knowing you’d have to get on the earliest flight possible.

You’re about to walk to Alexia’s room when her sister pulls you aside and into a hug. You hug back the younger brunette fiercely, knowing that her sister’s injury and mood had been hard on her emotionally as well.

“She’s gonna need you more than us, you know.” she whispers to you.

“What?” you pull back from the hug, confused as to what she meant.

“My sister, she’s going to need you more than anyone Y/N.” you’re about to shake your head at her words but she interrupts you. “You’re her person, she’ll want you by her side, more than me or Mama.”

“I’ll do my best to be there for her.” you nod at Alba.

“You already have.” she answers you with a smile before kissing your cheek and nudging you towards her sister’s bedroom.

Walking through the doorway Alexia is sitting on the edge of her bed, looking up at you with big eyes. You cup her cheeks, her arms circling around your waist as she rests her chin on your stomach.

“I have to go amor.” you tell her quietly, hating that you had to leave her when she was hurt, but you knew you had to get back to England if you wanted to play in the tournament.

“Sí, mi amor. I know.” she lets out a sigh. Her arms slowly reach up and she tugs you down to her level, pulling you into a kiss.

You kiss her back softly, your thumb stroking her jaw as she holds you impossibly close.

“I’ll be back, love, and you’ll be back on that football pitch sooner than you think.” You tell her, confident in her rehab and her strength.

"And until then you’ll be the best Capitana for the team, even if it’s from the stands.” She nods at you, giving you a gentle smile and kissing you one last time before you’d have to leave for the airport.

You knew this would be a hard and long journey for her, but Alexia also knew that with you by her side she could do this.

You and her, together.

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It’s Mutual, Let’s Get A Divorce! [1]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Not Requested

Prompt: Roseanne Park, the hotshot cold-hearted Domestic Relations Attorney; she’s an ace in the courtroom, but she’s got the phrase hard to love pinned dead in the middle of her forehead, and paired with her devotion to work…she’s just not cut out for relationships. Then there’s you, a playful and nonchalant mother stuck in a sinking ship called marriage. Through divorce, you meet Roseanne who struggles to keep things professional. She tries hard to keep those concrete walls up but it’s inevitable they crash down. You’re a wrecking ball, a force of nature; it’s a perfect match!

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Little Steps Kindergarten, the sign read as you drove closer to the building. You were picking up your daughter from school.

The first thing you see is the parking lot is decorated with chalk designs, pictures, and drawings, all a mix of bright, colorful scribbles and crudely drawn animals. (The kids tried.)

A few kids are running around the fenced front yard, chasing each other with sticks, bugs, and whatnot. Others play on slides, in the sandbox, or on the monkey bars while some are just sitting, waiting patiently for their parents to pick them up; the quiet ones. Your daughter was a quiet child, not as outgoing as she should be, her teachers think. You’d say you have no idea why she's like that, but you do.

You had to park across from the school because the parking lot the school owns is for teachers and staff, you're also not fond of waiting in the long pickup line. Before you could even cross the street and get to the entrance, you saw Nala running over, her arms stretched out in excitement, yelling, “Mommy!!”

You would scold her for running across the street so carelessly, but seeing her so happy to see you, you decide against it. You open your arms to pick her up, swinging her around as she giggles.

Shortly after, there’s a teacher running up to you; Mrs. Manoban, a black-haired teacher in her mid-thirties who’s extremely nice and sweet to everyone. She also babysits Nala when you or her father aren’t around. She holds Nala’s backpack in her hand who huffs and puffs— trying to catch her breath. You could only assume that she’s been running after the little girl. “Hello, Mrs. (Y/l/n)” She greets, so energetic despite the obvious exhaustion written all over her face.

“Hi, Mrs. Manoban. How are you?” You ask politely, smiling back at the woman.

“I’m great! Thank you.” She beams, her dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges, “you see I was just playing tag with the children…and then Nala decided to run across the street so I got scared, but then I saw you, so all is well.” She expresses relieved and hands you Nala’s backpack.

“She was very good today— she always is.” You grin at that, reaching over to give Nala a light squeeze on her hand. You say a quick goodbye after that, as Mrs. Manoban has to attend to the other kids.

Nala lets you take her backpack as you walk to your car. “Woah! This is heavy, what have you got in here?” You joke, lifting the bag up and down.

“We made clay plates today! I’ll show you at home!” You nod with a smile, taking her hand and helping her into her car seat.

“Are we really gonna do something fun today mommy?” Nala asks you as you buckle her into her car seat. “Yep. Though it won’t be until later.” You tell her, and you couldn't help but feel a little dejected, having previously promised her you would do something many other times, like go buy ice cream or take her shopping— she loves shopping. And that never happened. However, this time is different, because now you have a little bit of freedom.

“What will we do? Can I know?” Nala’s curiosity takes hold of her, and she stares up expectantly at you. “I don’t think I can tell you. It's a secret,” you answer, though you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. She pouts but compiles nonetheless. On the way back home you stop and get Nala ice cream, which makes her very happy.

Later, you planned to take her shopping or do something to make up for missed time with her. You’ve only just gotten to a point where you could work from home, not in your office. You do real estate and own your own company so it’s been hard on your time together.

You got home about twenty minutes later. You shut the door behind you before helping your five year old take off her shoes.

“Run upstairs and take your coat off, and then we’ll get any homework out of the way and go out, okay?

“Kay!” You hear her footsteps retreating, but don’t hear them pad up the stairs. It’s then when you notice most of the lights were on, and that the TV was playing. You walked into the living room, the main source of noise, and saw your husband, Jaylyn, swinging a giggling Nala around.

“Jay?” You call from the entrance of the living room. You tried to smile, key word, tried. He put Nala down and cleared his throat, “Why don’t you go do what your Mom said?”

She left the room and he stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with himself under your scrutinization.

“Room?” He gestured to your bedroom and you both made your way in there. He sat down on the bed. You turned to him.

“We can’t do this anymore.” You sit on the desk, arms crossed with a plain expression on your face. You were tired of your husband disappearing without a word and then coming back with no heads-up. He never told you where he went either, but you had an inkling. And this “Inkling” of a thought would have hurt you if you still loved him as much as you did a couple months ago.

It’s faded, now on its last strings: romantic wise, just like your marriage.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, “I’ve been trying to…to…” he trails off looking at the carpet, searching his mind for the right words.

“Love me like before?” You say and he appears shocked, but it’s not for long. He laughs dryly, shaking his head humorously, “I suppose, yes.” You were very observant, he wouldn’t be surprised if you knew much earlier.

“Okay, but what does that have to do with not being in your daughter's life as much as you should? I can excuse you being that way to me, but to Nala? It’s not okay. She misses you when you leave. I can’t keep making up excuses for you.” You raise your voice a bit, not liking how you’re starting to sound like an angry wife. But you were.

He doesn’t respond, simply staring at you through his frames, guiltily. You pinch the bridge of your nose, “I can see this isn’t going to last, but I want you to be in her life.” You said softer. You knew what it was like only having one parent present, it can make or break someone. You fear that because Jaylyn has not been in her life much this past year, to be her other pillar of support, that’s why she wasn’t as outgoing as other kids. She’s smart, and she’s heard you two argue before, she must have an idea.

“I will, I will. I love our daughter, she’s my pride and joy, so, I promise. Are you suggesting we divorce?” His voice grew softer. “I’m okay with that if that’s what it takes. I don’t like that I’m causing this— I’d like to fix it. I want you to be happy.”

You’ve moved to sit on the bed next to him, “Yes, and I want you to be happy as well. I won’t try and pry what you’ve been doing when you leave, you can tell me another time—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“We’re in here, Darling!” Your husband yelled, leaning towards the door. A minute later tiny hurried footsteps approached and Nala’s head popped through the cracked open door.

“I finished my homework, can we go out now? Will daddy come?” Her eyes were shining and you're a bit glad the last question wasn’t directed towards you. That’s a lot of pressure and if you’d have said no, the shine in her eyes might dull. She was clearly excited.

“Of course.” He replied, smiling at her. She ran off to get her coat on and he turned back to you, “we’ll talk about this later tonight, but right now let’s have fun?“ You just laughed and shook your head, letting him help you up.

You ended up going to get ice cream again and then went to Warner Bros.’ Studios, more specifically, the Hogwarts Castle exhibit. You walked with your arms entangled with Jaylyn’s as Nala ran a few steps ahead of you.

“Mommy look!” She pointed the wand you had bought from Oliver’s shop at you before pressing the button, the wand glowed and made a sshoosh noise.

“That’s so cool! Are you gonna be a wizard?” You enthused, watching as she nodded her head proudly. Later, you ended up buying yourself a Gryffindor cloak and scarf, Jaylyn a Slytherine, and Nala a Hufflepuff set.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Jaylyn commented as you two watched Nala walk a couple feet ahead of you exploring the Platform 9 ¾, his words were directed toward you. After this, he wouldn’t get to do a lot of things like this with you anymore.

“Me too.”

That night, after your daughter fell asleep you talked about the divorce. Deciding on starting the tedious process tomorrow.

You woke up alone in the house the next morning, a note with Jaylyn’s handwriting and a doodle drawn by your daughter wishing you a good day and other things. Nala would be with her Grandparents for a couple days and you would see Jaylyn later.

You got dressed in formal clothes for later and put a heavy coat on because it was snowing. Then, headed out for coffee. You went to the café you always went to and ordered the usual Latte.

“Thank you.” You grab the coffee cup from her. The barista looks at you with a look you can only decipher as worry, much to your confusion. You brush it off and continue to turn around, only to crash into a body.

Your coffee jerks out your grasp from the collision, the scalding hot beverage splashing all over their tan blazer, turning it a deep brown. The remnants drip down your sleeves and the cup drops to the floor, but you could care less.

Your eyes almost popped out upon seeing the Saint Laurent logo on the coat.

Guilty, your gaze travels up to your victim; you're in trouble. The woman looks back at you indifferently, frigidly. She doesn’t give away any signs that tell you she’s angry or irritated, and that’s what scares you, she’s unreadable.

You had expected her to jump or react to getting hot liquid spilt on them, but she hadn’t at all.

She has an air about her you think only high class, or the arrogantly rich carry. The power suit says it all. She’s a tall blonde with the face of a model. Her dark eyes burn into your face, most definitely judging you. She was very aloof, you noticed. If anything, it seemed like she was one step away from walking out the door. You jump into action, words spilling out your mouth before you could stop them.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and—” You start to ramble, grabbing a handful of napkins out the dispenser and start dabbing at her blazer, she stiffens uncomfortably.

“Stop.”

“I didn’t even know someone was behind me and now look what I did. I’m sorry. I’ve—” Her nose scrunches up and her brows furrow, you're just smearing it more with those cheap napkins.

She catches the barista's eye who looks at her helplessly, embarrassed for her. The barista tried to warn you someone was behind you.

“Stop.” She repeated, a bit louder, thinking you hadn’t heard her the first time. You were determined to ruin her coat, weren’t you?

“—Your coat, it looks expensive. This coffee is hard to get out of things that are lightly colored. I know firsthand, unfortunately. But you can—” You continued on.

Her jaw clenches and she has a strong urge to roll her eyes. Were you hard of hearing? Blind, too, maybe?

She grabs your wrist, pulling it and the soaked mess you hold away from her. “Stop. You’re making it worse.” Her tone could be considered flat, annoyed. You didn’t hear it that way, though.

You, who had finally registered the hand on your wrist that stopped your clumsy movements, were taken by surprise. Her hand was warm against your skin, you thought. She should feel like a block of ice, not a breathing, living, human. You couldn’t believe the cold, but soothing voice you heard belonged to her.

Your neck heated up in embarrassment. Sometimes you don’t realize your rambling until it’s too late. She let go of you. Your arms dropped uselessly to your sides.

“Oh.” You gazed at her blazer, wincing at how the spot did indeed get worse. You were going to suggest buying her a new coat but she turned on her heel and left the café. Leaving you standing in the middle of the shop with eyes on you, quite dumbly.

“Would you like me to remake that?” The barista’s sympathetic voice reached your ears, she pointed to the cup on the ground.

“Yes…thank you, again.”

You sipped on your coffee as you drove back to your house where you would meet up with Jaylyn to head to the law firm. There, you would file the divorce papers.

You knew this whole ordeal wouldn't be easy, not to mention how long the process takes, but you've done your best to prepare yourself. When you pull into the driveway you honk, two minutes later Jaylyn jogs out and up to your window. He taps on it and you roll it down.

“I just follow you, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you the location on maps in case you lose me.” He gives you a curt before hopping in his Range Rover. You pull out the driveway and begin to make your way there.

The Chichu Law firm building was basically a skyscraper, you couldn’t imagine how many floors it had. You walked through the glass doors, Jaylyn by your side, and walked to the front desk.

A man who had been signing papers looked up at you before snorting, he spoke in a croaky voice, “Name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Jaylyn Smith.” He hummed before shuffling through some papers, peeking up at you through his tiny glasses, he picked up the phone.

“Yes…Okay…Main floor. Thank you.”

Soon after his call a brunette woman wearing black formal clothes came from the elevator and strided up to the two of you. Her red lips were formed in a wide smile as she approached, pumps clacking against the marble. Her eyes were catlike, they appraised the two of you and she was decked in Chanel.

“Jennie Kim. It’s nice to meet you two, I’ll be taking Mr. Smith with me and your lawyer will be a good friend of mines, Mrs. (L/n). We’ll go over the papers and help you with any questions.” You both shook her hand for a greeting.

You had to split with Jaylyn, having been assigned different lawyers. You felt intimidated, you always did when you went anywhere that had to do with court. You remember going to court the first time for stealing your father’s car and getting caught at a party. You never did it again after going.

Your heels clacked against the marble floors as you followed the man and you wondered if he was annoyed by the sound because the building was quiet. You walked down many hallways, you would’ve looked around but your eyes were glued to the man’s bald spot. It was just so…shiny. You’d think the few strands of hair he brushed over it were decoration, to enhance what couldn’t be hidden…

You took another left and he gestured to the dark oak door you stood in front of. This was where you were supposed to be. He turned to you.

“Your lawyer will be here in a few minutes, have a good day.”

“Thank you.” He nodded before walking off. You hoped you could remember the way back to the lobby because your help just left.

You opened the door and sat down, eyes curiously wandering around their office. It was very minimal, like everything in the room was here because it was needed, save for the picture frames on the desk turned away from you. There were little bits of personality; a guitar was propped up in the corner, probably being used for free time. There was a mini fridge and a container on the side decked with snacks. Polaroids of different places, people, objects. An incense was being burned, you could smell hints of jasmine, musk, cedar, lemon, and ginger.

You picked at your fingernails as you waited, your gaze being drawn to the picture frames pointed away from you once again. It was a matter of curiosity you told yourself, and besides, it wouldn’t hurt if you just took a peek. You wanted to see what your lawyer looked like, all you were told was that she was a woman.

You reached out, you were in the midst of turning the picture frame around when the doorknob turned and someone walked in. You had no doubt you were caught in the act, touching things that weren’t yours. But to your defense, they didn’t even knock.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” A smoky, accented voice inquired.

You turned around, an innocent smile on your face only for it to fade as the seconds went by, you were met with familiar eyes.

There’s a chill in the air.

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A/N: This chapter was 5 words away from 3000 lol

#rosé x fem!reader #rosé x reader #fanfic #blackpink x reader #Unlawful.Biscuit #chaeyoung x femreader #chaeyoung x fem!reader #park chaeyoung #biscuitblinkeu

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I’ve been eagerly anticipating the final season of The Bad Batch, and I can’t believe it’s finally here. The first three episodes were released for the debut this week, and what an incredible season debut it was.

It picks up almost where we left off at the end of season two which was easy to tell thanks to the scratches in the wall of her cell that Omega was using to count the passing days. She tries to talk to Crosshair about an escape that he no longer wants any part of.

We also learned in this period that the experiments that the Empire needed Nala Se and Omega back for was they are trying to increase the “m-count” in cloned DNA. Which, obviously, is midichlorian count that were also exploring in The Mandalorian.

Meanwhile, Hunter and Wrecker end up rescuing three younger clones who were left abandoned at an old Imperial research facility. They’re trying to find Omega and Crosshair (Though, I should point out that they only mention Omega.)

Jump to what appears to be several months later, Omega (who now has a ponytail!) needs to escape. Someone is coming (Palpatine!), and the distraction ends up being what Omega and Crosshair need to escape.

These three episodes were great. I loved the desolation in episode one, the horror elements in episode two, and the action in episode three.

I can’t wait for next week’s episode. I love The Bad Batch. The show that I wasn’t excited for when it was announced is coming in clutch with amazing episodes. This final season is going to be a wild ride.

#the bad batch #star wars #Wrecker #hunter #tech #echo #Omega #Crosshair

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Ok had a long car ride so guess what EP11 THOUGHTS LETS GOOOO:

(plus a good amount of ep12 predictions cause uh i am very excited bkshsjjkssk)

Couple little things first, starting with WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE NALA SE AGAIN. I mean I knew logically we would see her again but that doesn’t mean I was ready for it >:( i do not forgive u for fives u cruel cruel long lady

Then the batch telling Cid off!!! Slay!! Absolutely slay get it that is so important, especially that Omega was directly calling her out for leaving them stranded. I’m really interested to see where that storyline goes and if they either end up leaving Cid (and probably adding to Omegas trust issues in the process cause WOW everyone is letting her down these days (echo i love u but ur girl is not ok)), or if they stay with her and she gets some sort of redemption arc? Idk, can’t decide which seems more likely, but all I can say is I hope next episode has absolutely nothing to do with it. Like it’s an interesting storyline but… yeahh…

And oh god, the boys walking around the ship, why was Wrecker the only one being smart??? Like Tech just ran off on his own, knowing full well the creature was most likely still on the ship, Hunter had his just mwah chefs kiss line of “Whatever did this wasn’t human,” like… HMMM HUNTER I HADNT NOTICED (“And where there’s a farm, there’s usually a farmer!”) But Wrecker was actually paying attention!! He picked up the volt-staff (which like yeah he was gonna anyways but it was still smart) and he made note of the walls being reinforced meaning whatever they were holding must be something strong. And later in the episode he sees the Empire snag the zillo beast and he takes note of how “They’re not killing it. They’re taking it.” Like I love those little moments where Wrecker just passively shows off how smart he is?? He plays the big goofy guy since it’s just kinda his personality, but he still knows his stuff. Hell, he made a rocket launcher out of parts from a separatist tank in less than a minute while under fire from the enemy?? And it worked perfectly? And repeatedly??? Anyway Wrecker spiel over but the man is a genius and I love him.

Tech and Omega’s moments in this episode, oh i lOVE THEM. Him messing up and scaring her then kinda not knowing how to fix it, Omega unplugging his datapad to make him get going, Tech immediately covering her while they ran from explosion omG I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH they are so wonderful and sweet and perfect and Filoni I swEAR YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH THEM (I feel like they’re safe for the most part but still, I do not trust. (like of all of them I think Hunter, Omega and Wrecker are the safest? They kinda can’t be taken out; you need the leader, you can’t lose the kid, and Wrecker is pretty much the majority of the comic relief. And Tech is safe-ish too cause he’s just such a character type that I feel like you can’t get rid of him. But uh… Echo and Cross are not safe. They are very much so in danger, maybe Echo most of all and oh god I am scared for him. And also Cody if he ever comes back. …where is cody..?))

OK and now for bigger things like oMG ECHO AND REX HOLY SHIBSJSBSJBSKZNZKDNOEBEKSNSKLSMSNSJXLDNSKNSKS YES YES ABSOLUTELY CALL ECHO AND REX I NEED TO SEE THEMMMMMM!!! The way Hunter did his little main character moment slow zoom when he said that? There’s absolutely no way that’s not important to this weeks episode or at least the one after that so AAAAAA I AM SO EXCITEDDDDD. The batch has needed Echo so much in every single episode since he left; Tech going off on his own in this one felt so wrong because Echo should’ve been right there with himmm!! (i mean he should 100% be with rex but like you get what i mean)

And at the end when Lama Su mentions kidnapping Omega again? That feels equally important. Not only is the Empire going to have to admit that Clone Force 99 isn’t dead, but they’re going to have to start hunting them down again to get Omega. And to me, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw Crosshair being ordered to hunt Omega down in particular, since he knows the batch so well and would know best how to snatch Omega from them. (Also like story-wise… who else would it be? …Boba?) Now would that be so incredibly painful and awful to see? Yes, yes it would. Am I still incredibly excited to see it? ALSO YES.

And with both of these things, the Echo and Rex mention and a target on Omega, as well as the fact that this next episode is (i’m pretty sure?) confirmed to have Crosshair in it, I’m really really hoping the episode follows either of them (Cross or Rex and Echo) and their paths end up crossing?? Like maybe Crosshair gets his orders to hunt down Omega, and in trying to track the batch he ends up finding a lead on just Echo? Or maybe it follows Rex and Echo looking into the zillo beast and in trying to find out more they run into Crosshair? And maybe they find out abt Cody??? And anD AND OOO maybe Echo has a moment where he finally decides, fuck it, I can’t leave my brother with the empire any longer and he like tries to reason with Cross? Idk but either way I am REALLY hoping they cross paths somehow plEASE ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE SEEN EITHER OF THEMMM 😭😭😭

like it is in fact womens history month and also my birthday on thursday so mr filoni is actually legally obligated to not emotionally destroy me thank you very much :D

#yes this is late no i am not ready for next weeks ep #also #pls pls join in w ep predictions i need to know ur thoughts for next epppp #it has been three weeks #three weeks since echo #and like months since cross??? omg?? #i miss them so much filoni u better fix this rn #sw tbb #sw tbb spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #tbb s2

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Soooo…thoughts on “The Crossing.” I’m going to apologize in advance—this is very scattered, more heavily focused on one thing than usual, and it got long:

Thoughts on Omega:

This poor kid.

She’s only, what, thirteen? At most? And she’s already been through too much. She’s lost her home, she’s already lost one brother (even if she didn’t really know him), spent most of her childhood alone after being separated from the batch the first time, was probably experimented on by Nala Se, almost died way too many times, and now her mom brother’s gone back to war (sort of) and she doesn’t know when or if he’ll be back. Of course she’s struggling. And it doesn’t help that the guys are all struggling, too. They have been this whole time, of course, but Echo leaving ripped some wounds open that they’ve all been able to keep covered until now. And kids have a tendency to pick up on and amplify whatever emotions are going on around them.

She misses Echo. She’s worried about him, but at the beginning of the episode she’s able to keep things pretty under control. She’s visibly down, but handling it okay. And then the marauder, the only home she’s got left, gets stolen, is maybe gone for good, and of course that sends her spiraling. And then she can’t contact Echo, because he’s turned off his comm device, which might mean they can’t get off this planet at all and that Echo might be in trouble, which makes things worse. And then Tech is, well, Tech in this episode, and it sends her right over the edge. Metaphorically. And then later literally. (Here’s the thing: I’ve been the person in Tech’s shoes here. I’ve said things that were intended to be completely neutral statements or even compliments which, either because they were worded badly, said at the wrong time, or because I was just aggravated at the time, ended up coming across as unintentionally rude and hurtful. Tech didn’t mean to hurt Omega, but he still did, and, here’s the other thing—she was right to be upset. She was right to walk away, and Tech needed to find a way to reconcile things with her. I’m actually really impressed the episode was able to make this work without just dismissing Tech as “mean” or dismissing Omega as being too emotional. They’re just two people not handling things well.)

One thing I did find interesting is that when Omega does go off to be by herself and cool down, she doesn’t just go off and cool down. She starts exploring, and through exploring finds more ipsium, and immediately sets to work. It’s what they came for and it’s also a potential way out of the mine. I think this sort of speaks to one of the ways Omega copes, and even though they’re miles apart in their other coping methods, it’s one way of coping that’s actually kind of similar to Tech’s. It’s coping by keeping yourself busy, and giving yourself something to do. And she does this all the time. (Somebody please give this kid another hug).

Probably the most painful part of Omega’s part in the episode, though, were the shots which focused on her face as she watched her brothers arguing. She’s scared, not of them, but of things getting worse. She knows what it’s like to be the one left behind, she’s got some issues with abandonment, and she’s terrified that she’s watching her family fall apart and she can’t. She can’t lose them.

Thoughts on Tech:

I rewrote this part about six times. It’s still not right, it’s still clumsy, I can only speak to my own experience, which is late-diagnosed for a whole perfect storm of reasons, but, here goes: I’m never shutting up about this. I refuse. Because. I just. I get so much of this. I’ve been this. I am this. Rough edges and all. I’ve been tired and overstimulated and been extra testy with the people I care about as a result. I’m blunt if I’m not wildly overcorrecting to not be, I’ve said things intended as an observation or a simple statement of fact and come across as incredibly rude, and ended up hurting someone without meaning too—and I’ve had to have someone explain to me why it made that person so upset, and had to deal with the consequences, too. I’ve taken something that’s ripping me apart inside and extrapolated the most logical worst case scenario from it, just to prepare myself for it, and then acted like everything is just copacetic as best I can because however I’m feeling won’t change what’s happening, and acting the way I’m feeling won’t help. And that scene—THE scene, as far as I’m concerned.

I adore the interplay between Omega and Tech here, and the way it builds to that final exchange. Omega’s upset, and rightfully so; and as much as she loves Tech, she’s not holding back all that much here.

“Everything’s changing, and you don’t even care!”

Speaking as someone who moved every couple years as a kid and constantly had to adjust to a new environment to the point that I just went and made change and travel my routine—living anywhere for more than three years at a time is actually really hard for me to handle at this point—Tech’s answer rang true here. Change happens. It will always happen. You can’t care or not care about it. It just is. So whatever it does to you inside, whatever you think about it, however you’re hurting, you have to keep going, because it won’t stop for you. Constant change in an environment where he didn’t have that much control over much of anything was probably a feature of Tech’s life from an early age. He probably had to force himself to get used to it, because the alternative to getting used to it was just probably just…not living anymore.

“Echo left! Why doesn’t that bother you?!”

There’s a little pause before Tech responds here. Not like the next one, we’ll get to that, but he does take a small moment and glance around the room like he’s searching for the right thing to say. He knows Omega’s upset and he knows he hurt her with what he said earlier, and thanks to Hunter taking the time to explain that to him, he knows why, and by golly, he’s trying to help. So comes at her again with the facts, just centered on her feelings this time. He knows she misses Echo. And he offers her a way to deal with it and, again, it’s to keep going. Because that’s what soldiers do. It’s what he does. Maybe it will help her, too.

“We’re more than that. We’re a family. Aren’t we?”

The way Omega turns to look at Tech and the little bit of—fear? Trepidation? In Omega’s voice when she asks that question hurts. It’s as though she’s suddenly worried that they aren’t, that Tech doesn’t think of her or the squad that way, that maybe that’s why he appears to be taking this all in stride. She’s afraid to get the answer to the question. And Tech does hesitate for just a second—the, “Well…ah…”—but it comes across like he just wasn’t expecting that question more than that he doesn’t know the answer, because the immediate, insistent, “Yes. Yes, of course we are,” that follows is the most confident reply he gives in the whole conversation. This isn’t a new concept to him, this really is how he thinks about it, how he’s thought about it for a long time. “Yes, of course we are.” Of course they are. There isn’t any other possible answer in Tech’s mind. Nobody look at me, I’m emotional about this.

“Then why don’t you act like it?”

Folks.

Listen, I don’t come across quite as placid as Tech does. My natural speech pattern is pretty calm and a little bit formal and a little bit pedantic, but I started masking my speech and my body language pretty heavily at some point in high school to try to come across as more personable and less…detached (?), because I knew I didn’t fit (I actually got in…not trouble exactly, but something with some former roommates for not doing this around them enough, I guess. They actually told me that the only thing they could read from me at any time was “detached curiosity” (I thought I was going over the top to be friendly but go off I guess) and that the reason I didn’t laugh at any of their dirty jokes was because I was just too “innocent and childlike.” My dudes, I was twenty, and an archaeology major, which meant I saw ancient depictions of the naughty bits all the time. I didn’t laugh at their dirty jokes because the word “penis” is not, in and of itself, funny if you’re coming from that context. Or ever. You’ve got to do better than that). I’m not super great at it, I spent a lot of high school acting exceedingly grumpy and snapping at everything because I was overstimulated pretty much all of the time, and I, uh, overshoot into aggressively apologetic mode a lot and have for years because I can’t figure out that middle ground, but I still do it, to some extent. But. But.

I’ve had to answer this question.

I’ve had to answer it more than once.

One time, maybe the worst time, I had an aunt confront me a year after our grandma’s funeral to ask me why I didn’t act upset or sad. Didn’t I love her? Wasn’t I grieving? And of course—of course I did. Of course I was. Of course I still was—still am.

So why didn’t you act like it?

I tried to explain that what I’m feeling doesn’t always come out the way some people expect. That the more keenly I’m feeling something, the more calm I’m going to look from the outside, and that if the feeling is strong enough, I’m not always going to know what it is right away. It will be this huge, unknowable thing pressing down on me from all sides until I poke at it and figure out what it is. I can approximate the “right” outward response if the feeling is casual enough. I can’t force it to the surface if it’s deep and real.

I tried to explain that, but I explained it badly. Because I didn’t have a good way to explain. I was in my twenties and it was the first time it clicked for me that when a lot of people talk about feeling something, they’re not just talking about feeling it—they’re talking about acting a certain way, too. And that bothered me. I didn’t think it made sense.

But enough about me—back to this scene.

The PAUSE.

It’s about twelve seconds between the end of Omega’s question until Tech starts to answer. Twelve seconds of waiting for a piece of dialogue is a long time in animation, especially in an animated show for kids where you have limited time and a limited budget with which to tell your story. But the fact that they let this moment hang in the air as long as it does means everything, because Tech needed that time. He jerks back from Omega’s question. He looks away, looks around the room, looks for a way to respond because he can’t just talk about how Omega is responding or how they might get out of this or a way that she can cope anymore. She’s asking about why he acts the way he does, and he wants to give her a clear answer, to help her understand, to explain this disconnect, but—it doesn’t come. Not easily. There’s a beat or two in there where Tech eyes light up like he thinks he’s got it; he moves like he’s about to speak, like he’s trying to get the words to come out, and they just. Don’t. He doesn’t have it. He collapses in on himself, just a little bit, sighs, and finally starts to explain. He misses Echo. He misses Crosshair. He’s hurting, he’s grieving, but he’s trying to understand and keep going, because he can’t make his brothers’ choices for them. He respects them too much for that.

“I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean that I feel any less than you.”

Oh.

Oh.

That’s what I was trying to tell my aunt. That’s what I’ve been so worried about getting across my whole life.

I understand this. You’re like me.

And that little bit of understanding in Omega’s face as she starts to get it? The realization? They way they come together here? I—

Full credit to Dee Bradley Baker and Nate Villanueva and whoever else was involved in getting this whole spoken performance for this line, because it’s just. So. Good. You can tell by the change in Tech’s cadence, and how slow and deliberate he is with his words, that this is hard for him. Not just emotionally, but that it’s physically difficult for him to get the words out. And it’s. I know what that’s like. I’ve never been able to speak about my feelings or anything genuine or real without an immense amount of effort, or even at all, a lot of the time. This was as raw and real as anything I could have hoped for.

It’s not just that Tech is canonically and specifically autistic (which he is, by the way, for anyone out there who feels the need to keep insisting he’s not. The only way they could have made it more patently obvious would have been to have Tech turn to the goddamn camera and say, “I’m Tech, and I have ASD.”) It’s also the way it’s been done throughout the show and the way it was crystallized in this episode. There are a lot of autistic-coded characters out there who follow some of same patterns as Tech, but I can’t think of any who have been portrayed with the same depth of nuance and humanity as Tech has been throughout. That’s the thing that makes the difference for me here.

More thoughts:

1. Hunter’s trying so hard to keep things together here, but he’s struggling just as much as everyone else. When Omega says asks if they can get the marauder back he doesn’t answer, because an honest answer would be about the same as Tech’s—probably not—but you can see him looking around for Echo for moral support because what is he supposed to say?

2. So many people have brought it up, but the way Tech doesn’t even hesitate to jump after Omega? He loves! His family! So! Damn! Much!

3. Poor Wrecker. He was fuming at Tech this entire episode, because everything Tech is dealing with was not coming out well and most of it ended up aimed at Wrecker, but he was still out there helping Tech out. I think it’s a testament to how much these two understand one another that as annoyed and on edge about everything as Wrecker obviously was, he never really lays into Tech as much as he could. He bickers a bit, but he also knows what’s going on.

4. “It is merely a mode of transport.” Uh-huh. Sure. You keep telling yourself that to cope with losing your ship, my guy.

5. I’m loving how Hunter’s enhanced senses are being used this season.

6: The soundtrack!

7. Whoever boarded and then whoever else later animated that shot of Hunter looking into the middle distance as the wind ruffles his hair and thunder rumbles in the distance knew exactly what they were doing.

8. There’s something to be said about the way the macguffin in this episode was a volatile substance that could explode if put under the wrong kind of pressure or friction, but is otherwise incredibly useful especially if it’s refined, and can only be reached by drilling through a hard protective exterior and what’s going on emotionally with the team in general and sort of Tech specifically, but I’m not one hundred percent sure how to tease it out.

9. The skies in this show are so pretty. I swear.

#the bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbbspoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season two #I’m sorry this is a mess

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Forever Begins Now - Chapter Three.

Sorry this took me weeks to get to you, besties! I have spread myself a little thin with the writing of late, and work being busy, and everything else I’m trying to cram in. I need a 36 hour day! 

Previous Chapters - One  Two

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI! 

“Ewww, thoroughbred knees.”

“Sweetie, you have to stop with this knee thing you have! You don’t have horse knees!”

“I can’t! It’s my wedding day and they look extra knobbly, because of course they do!”

“Bella, you’re paranoid. Look at yourself. You look beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Now, let's get down to the guys, before I steal you from Angel and go marry you instead.”

Nala’s words had her and Amelia giggling softly, Bella looking at her reflection again, her girlfriends flanking her, wrapping their arms around her and smiling lovingly. Bella’s knee paranoia aside, she had to admit, she’d never seen herself look so nice, Amelia helping with her hair, her makeup done exactly how Angel liked it best, smoky eyes and slick, glossy lips. Well, the lipgloss irritated him when he ended up covered in it, but the smoky eyes he loved.  

She’d been lucky enough to find two dresses that were almost identical to hers, but in black lace, Amelia and Nala both matching with leopard print feels, except not quite as high as Bella’s. It was rock n’ roll wedding chic, Bella not the kind of girl who wanted to wear anything overly bridal. She knew Angel would likely not be too formal either, but when the elevator doors opened, the girls crossing the hotel lobby, all of them got a surprise when they took in their guys.  

There they were, five tattooed, Latino bad boys, looking absolutely immaculate in dark charcoal grey suits, with black shirts and ties, turning the heads of just about every woman who passed them by. Bella felt like she needed a crane to pick her jaw up off the floor, Angel grinning widely as he greeted her with a kiss, touched beyond words that each girl carried a bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in purple ribbon, a beautiful tribute to his beloved mother.  

“Bloody... hell.” Her stunned words had him laughing immediately. “Oh my god, you look...”

That reaction was worth it all. “I scrub up well, don’t I?”  

“Well, since my first reaction to seeing you in a suit is wanting to get you out of it, then yes, yes you do!” she giggled, kissing him again.

He grasped her hands taking a moment to view her properly, shaking his head, feeling a lump form in his throat. He was the luckiest guy in the world. “And you? Just know I’ll never, ever forget how stunning you look today. Never. You were always right, you know. You and me, we were meant to be. We were always meant to find a way back to one another.”

She felt tears prickle her eyes, kissing him again, not aware of Nala taking a picture of that very moment, a picture that would end up being her favourite of them ever taken, just them, staring at one another adoringly, about to be married, never happier.

For the entire duration of fifteen-minute walk to the chapel, they couldn’t stop looking at one another, stopping every so often to fall into kisses, lagging behind, missing the hilarity that was Creeper and EZ receiving a barrage of female interest along the journey, and doing absolutely nothing to dissuade it as the only two single men of the group, Creeper falling into banter with a girl who asked how far the coverage of his tattoos went, and him telling her she was welcome to find him at the hotel later and undress him until she saw for herself weren’t even registered, the almost married couple too busy staring at one another dreamily.  

That adoration only continued, too, from the moment EZ dutifully walked his soon to be sister-in-law down the aisle, all the way through the vows, Bella teary the entire time and Angel hanging onto the urge to shed his own tears of happiness like never before, something he couldn’t help once the minister had pronounced them man and wife. As he kissed her, he saw her for the first time all over again in his head, knowing that truly, she’d captured him right from the beginning.

She always would, too.

There would never be a day that passed where Bella didn’t light his heart on fire, and he knew that all the more as they stood there exchanging kisses, their friends clapping and cheering, getting bombed with rice and confetti. Photos were taken, congratulations given, Angel and Bella so wrapped up in one another they barely noticed anything else, leaving to head to the nearest bar and begin celebrating.  

“God damnit, I gotta get this noose off,” Angel spoke, pulling his tie undone. “I get bad flashbacks, wearing suits. Makes me feel like I’m meant to be in court.” He had his new wife in hysterics as he pocketed it, taking one of the many shots he’d just bought and sinking it, turning to lick her cheek.  

She laughed, returning the gesture, Amelia taking a picture of the moment. “Next time you want to show me that tongue, aim a little lower, big sexy.”  

Immediately, his eyebrows rose. “Don’t put that in my head, or I’ll be dragging you off to the damned restroom.” They managed to contain themselves for all of three hours, heading back to the hotel where their friends continued to party, with them heading up to their room to a barrage of wolf whistles and razzing.  

Walking arm in arm across the lobby, Angel noticed that the previously empty baby grand across the other side now had a woman present, playing something he vaguely remembered hearing before, the piece beautiful enough to suddenly stop, spin his wife gently and begin to sway with her right there upon the polished floor, in amongst the tourists, not caring an ounce if he was getting in anyone’s way.  

“Angel Reyes,” she cooed, gently nuzzling his nose with hers. “Are you being romantic again?”

“Yup,” he confirmed, kissing her, smiling when a nearby elderly lady gushed ‘Horace! Look at these beautiful kids dancing!’ to her husband. “Ain’t nobody ever brought it out in me like you do, B. Besides, we gotta stick with some kind of tradition, first dance and all that bullshit, even though I don’t know the song. I kinda recognise it, though.”

Bella concentrated to take in the notes, having it hit her suddenly, beginning to laugh softly. “I know exactly what it is, and so should you! It’s from my favourite film. It’s You’re so Cool by Hans Zimmer, from True Romance.”  

“I guess that’s fucking perfectly fitting then, ain’t it?”

She kissed him, swaying in his arms, resting her cheek to his. “Oh, isn’t it just?”

And so there they were, the madness of the hotel swirling around them, but within their little bubble, they were the only people there in the foyer, the rich swell of the piano music all they could hear, Bella moving her head to look back up at him, Angel resting his forehead to hers. “I love you, Isabella.”  

“I love you more, and I’ll keep on loving you more, every single day.”  

He beamed, kissing the tip of her nose. “The rest of the world just fell away,” he whispered, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s you and me, baby. Just us.”

She nuzzled him, kissing him softly. “As it was always meant to be.” If Angel was certain of anything, it was that, that Bella had always been right when she said they’d been destined to find a way back to one another. They slow danced until the song finished, even receiving a little round of applause from a few people they’d failed to notice had stopped to watch, heading to the elevator.  

Once it arrived on their floor with a ding, Angel picked her up and carried her back to their room, happily announcing ‘we just got married! Look at my wife, ain’t she a stunner!’ to a couple who smiled happily at them along the way, offering their congratulations, Bella high on love, and a little drunk on tequila shots. It wasn’t exactly how she’d envisaged her wedding day to be back when she was a little girl, but she wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Especially not when her new husband put her down once they’d reached their room, advancing on her in a manner that was nothing short of predatory.  

Clothes were shed, hot kisses full of longing shared, Bella pushing him down to the bed before removing all of her jewellery, as she’d started to do ever since he’d told her it was like having sex with wind chimes, all of the tinkling of her many bracelets and earrings. It still made her laugh, even thinking about it.  

“Get that pretty butt over here,” he spoke, lying back on the bed. “I want my gorgeous wife to take a seat right on my face.”

His wife. She knew it would be a long time before the novelty of hearing him refer to her as such wore off, if at all. Sauntering over, she climbed onto the bed, leaning to kiss him before straddling his chest, Angel manoeuvring himself down, pushing her legs wider with his elbows, his tongue swiping a long lick against her folds before teasing its way within. Nothing was rushed, each lick slow, a sensual delivery of wet warmth, his hands gliding over her thighs, stroking the patterns of her tattoos as he skimmed the softest of licks over her clit.  

She gleamed, each little tickle gilded in tingles, his breath hot at her folds as he laved them again, sucking on her softly, mindful not to give her too much, even though it was exactly what he craved. A little tease never hurt anyone. That softer touch did nothing but inflate her craving, Angel grinning to himself, tongue softly fluttering over her opening, skating over the dew of her pent-up longing for him to, well...

“Oh... fuck!” she gasped at finally feeling him sweep a firm lick at her, the wide drag of his tongue over her clit causing her to quiver, waves of bliss at being satiated washing over her. His need is to devour strengthened, his tongue pressing repeated flat licks against her pink heat, tasting, dragging her folds thoroughly before settling to work side to side over her clit.

She keened against his mouth, her hands becoming lost in the silken, deep onyx of his hair, tugging gently as he rolled his tongue over her bud in a slow, gentle circle. He watched her intently while eating her with aplomb, her body trembling with a series of lustful quakes, soft sighs escaping her mouth, entangled fingers tugging at his hair.

Her clit hardened against his mouth, his tongue bathing it in wet heat even further when he thumbed the hood, pulling it back gently to reveal more of her potent little pink bud to each roll of his tongue, his precise circles continuing, pleasure rocketing through her.  

“Too much?” he asked, Bella’s hips juddering like a live wire was running through her bones.

“No, just enough. Please, baby. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice almost strangled, she was so deliriously aroused.  

“I won’t, promise. Not even when you cum.” He winked at her before his dark lashes fluttered shut, cheeks hollowing as he sucked upon her again, the coil within her groin twisting violently in response. Gasping, she began to pant hard, the suction at her bud increasing steadily, a deep groan vibrating through it, prompting her to wail in bliss.  

His hands pressed into her thighs, opening them again after they’d begun to close around his head, one moving to grip her waist, steadying her against the onslaught to come as the other slipped down to join his mouth.  Stroking her folds with the back of his fingers, he added to the extremely rigorous stimulation of his tongue as it lashed her clit with wild licks, his middle digit then pushing against her sodden entrance, sinking into the slick of her cunt fully to curl around and rake against the sweetest of spots.  

Firm, precise strokes had her reeling, her chest heaving as she cried out, sparks glittering through her. She began to shake, Angel adding a second, then a third finger into her plush heat, Bella feeling herself stretched wide as they drove in and out relentlessly. Her nerves buzzed, his tongue igniting heat down to her bones as she began to clench around him fiercely. “Mmmm, that’s it, baby girl. Cum all over my tongue.” he encouraged her with, his voice thick and gravelly.  

Every pant was replaced with a soft, helpless cry, her voice breaking on his name as she cried out, her entire body shaking as white-hot heat jumped with the lightning from strike point to strike point, sharp and uncontained, her fluttering cunt flooding against his fingers. After chasing her release with ardent beats of his tongue, he made her see stars before removing his hand to suck upon her instead, orgasmic nectar bathing his mouth, his groan guttural. Just as he promised too, he didn’t cease.  

It was too much, his grip upon her narrow waist keeping her steady as her overstimulated body jolted against his mouth, his tongue circling her aching bud once more. He ate her like a bear devouring fresh honey, hungry and without pause or reserve as her sweet slick bathed his eager tongue. He had her ascending again sharply, this time though pushing her onto her back as he climbed out from beneath her, sinking himself into the quivering warmth of her cunt, his thumb dragging sparks at her clit as she came undone again, her back arching like the bending of a bow, his mouth upon hers, drinking back each soft mewl.

The heat of his cock forced a gasp from her, her nails digging into his shoulder, Angel virtually growling against her neck, nipping her just below her ear as he bottomed out, dragged back and plunged into her again. Her wail made his insides throb, hands roaming her, mouth catching hers in a smouldering kiss, Bella arching against him as his head dipped, mouth closing over her nipple, a long sigh exiting her parted lips. He was her husband, her husband. It was the best decision she’d ever made, the moment she’d said yes.

A furnace of heat roared steadily between them, Angel sitting back on his heels, pulling her up with him, their kisses all honey and embers, staring at one another adoringly, foreheads touching, hands stroking. The lewd sound of his cock cutting through her slick filled the room along with her soft, breathy moans, Angel’s fingers losing themselves in her hair, staring at her, bowled over by feelings so strong, he never thought he’d be capable of feeling them, not to mention lucky enough.  

“Fuck, fuck, baby,” he sighed, kissing her. “I love you so much, Mrs Reyes.”  

Her nails trawled down his neck, nuzzling her nose against his. “I love you so much, too. I’m the happiest wife in the world right now.”  

He smiled, moving up into her a little harder, that happiness doing nothing but blooming, her pleasure igniting, gasping as the hard thick of him speared her deep. She rode the crest of the wave he fucked up into her, his breath blasting hard against her neck, his own release rushing through him seconds after as he let it go, the coil snapping within him, pulsing waves of cum deep into her fluttering walls. Breathless, dreamy bliss abounded, kissing one another softly, hands wandering each other’s sweaty skin, the tingles of their release ebbing away gently, nerve endings still twitching as Angel unfolded his legs from beneath him, lying back with her against his chest.

“Do we have to go back downstairs?” he pondered, his fingers losing themselves in her hair.  

“Maybe not just yet,” she confirmed, tracing the outline of his chest tattoos with her fingernail. “Once I’ve recovered, I think I want you to do that to me all over again.” He did, too. After sexually fulfilling themselves, they showered and headed back down to their friends, spending the rest of their wedding day enjoying just about everything Vegas had to offer, their time there seeming to pass much too quickly in a whirl of partying, wild sex and fun.  

There was more celebrating to be done back in Santo Padre, the guys who had missed their wedding wanting to congratulate them accordingly. Well, most of them.  

Bella found him by himself about halfway through the night, sitting on the steps of the clubhouse. Lighting a cigarette, she knew there was some air clearing that needed to be done, moving to seat herself at his side. “You don’t like me anymore, do you?”  

Bishop took a long drag on his cigarette, slowly turning his head to look at her. “I never said that.”  

“It’s true, though.”

He sniffed, shrugging slightly. “No, it isn’t. What I don’t like is the fact that you lied to one of my guys, a lie that could have had him thrown in jail and permanently branded with the stigma of sex offender. That’s what I don’t like, Bella.”  

“And no one could blame you for that, either,” she began, feeling her heart quicken with nerves. He was right, of course. However, it did not mean she wouldn’t argue her side of it. “But tell me, Bish, did you never make a mistake when you were sixteen? Or since? You taking a moral Highground with me when you freely pick and choose which laws you abide by and which you break is a little rich too, if you ask me.”  

He remained silent, knowing that it was his turn to be smacked with a little slap of truth. “I was in love, and too young to know how the hell to navigate it all, terrified of losing him, too. You’ve got a teenage daughter; you know how hard we fall when we become enamoured. I know it wasn’t right, but at the end of the day, mate, Angel has made his peace with it, he knows I’m sorry, and he knows I’m never, ever going to lie to him again. I know what happens if I do, I lose him forever, and I won’t risk that heartbreak.”  

His mouth upturned at the corner, laughing softly through his nose. If she hadn’t just hit him with something he absolutely couldn’t defend. He ran heroin over a border, a drug that took and ruined the lives of thousands of people, yet he was calling her morals into question for essentially being a young girl in love, and making a mistake? He saw right there that he was being ridiculous. “You know something? I guess you’re right. I suppose it’s time I pull my head out of my ass, huh? None of us are perfect, after all.”

“Nope,” she confirmed. “All we can do is try out best to be better when we do something wrong or hurt someone we love.”

“Very true,” he smiled. “So, how was Vegas?”

Very simply, things had been smoothed over, Bella and Bishop sitting talking, enjoying one another’s company just as they always did. It felt nice, but she’d be lying that there wasn’t a wash of trepidation lapping at her insides. After all, she still had to reveal her nuptials to her mother, and she knew Deb would be a different matter entirely.  

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes fic #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[micaluvssoccer]

What zoos do for people Claudia pina Chapter three

After I introduce my pets to the rest of the team, we get to know each other while the food is cooking.  My dog, Nanskia, puts her ball at claudia's feet asking to play with her and i notice claudia looking down at me asking for permission and i giggle and say yes but just to warn you once you start playing with her she will never stop playing with you. After getting to know others, Alexia says the food is ready and then the whole team runs into the kitchen to get their food and I wait to get mine. I sit between Alexia and Alba  and right across from Claudia and  mapi and Atinana, once I get my food. Claudia runs her foot up my leg and I start blushing hard. Both Alba and alexia nudges my side and tells me to eat so i eat my food. The team starts teasing me and gets to know me better while we are eating. 

I look down and I see both my pets at my feet and my sister's dog nala begging for food and attention. I start laughing and I nudge my sister and point under the table and she looks under the table, rolls her eyes and chuckles. Alexia gets up from the table to go put the animals out of the kitchen and I get to know everyone else. I look over at Claudia and she gives me a wink making me blush and Alba sees and she starts teasing me. Myself and Claudia start talking across the table and she asks me what kind of work do you do and I tell her that I'm a zookeeper and a veterinarian technician for the Barcelona zoo.

Then the team starts asking how I am liking my occupation and I say that I love it so much. one day you all should visit me at my job they smile and say definitely and we know Claudia will come visit you all the time. Alexia then brings up the idea of having team bonding at my work. After a while of talking we all decide to go watch tv and relax a little and as soon as I sit your dog and cat climb up on your lap. The team and alba and alexia all turn and look at you and they all start to laugh once they see both your dog and cat laying on top of you.

You turn and look at them and say  they do this all the time. I'm used to it. They all at the same time say they look so cute laying on you and you reply not when they're sitting on you and you're trying to eat. A couple of hours later you look at the time and say well i am heading out i have work tomorrow and you look at alexia and ask if she wants you to drop them off before you leave for work tomorrow morning.

I give both of my new sisters and alexia's teammates a hug and then i pick up my cat and my dog follows me out the door to go home and as soon as i walk thru the door i feed the animals and then i take the dog out one last time  and then i get ready for bed and i fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

I wake up early the next morning and do my morning routine and then i feed the animals then take the dog out for a walk and then i went back to get the cat and then i dropped the animals off at alexia's then i went back home to collect my things for work and as soon as i get to work i check in and then i go to the the mammals area to feed and clean exhibits.After i am done with the mammal exhibits i go and check in with the hospital ward. After working in the hospital ward I sign out for the day and I leave to go back home and as soon as I get home I shower and change and go over to Alexia's to get my pets.

I take my pets home and I decide to take the dog for a long walk and then I get home and  I see Alexia waiting at my door and she asks me if I would like to go to dinner with her and her teammates. I accepted the offer and I then went back inside  to relax before getting ready to head out to meet alexia and her teammates for dinner. I fed the animals then I put on a nice red dress and ankle boots then I left the house to go meet Alexia and she drove us to the restaurant. Alexia and I meet the rest of the team at the sushi restaurant and I sit next to claudia. Claudia and I talked throughout the night.

After the dinner Claudia and I exchanged phone numbers so we could keep in touch and on the next day off I invited Claudia over to hang out. When Claudia arrives I invite her in  and my pets greet her and I get us some drinks and snacks and I come back in from the kitchen to see her playing fetch with my dog and my cat laying down next to her. I pulled my phone out and started filming Claudia playing  fetch with my dog and my cat lying next to her and I sent it to Alexia and I said they're comfortable with her. I sit down next to Claudia and put the drinks and the snacks on the coffee table and I turned on the TV and asked her what she would like to watch and she said anything so we turned on a comedy movie and enjoyed each other's company with naniska on both of our laps.

then we decided let's take the dog out for a walk and enjoy each other's company before she has to head home to pack   for an away game. when Claudia left  for the night you fed the animals and then made yourself dinner and after dinner you jumped in the shower and then decided go to bed early. I woke up to my alarm going off and fed the animals for breakfast and took the dog out and when you got back from your walk  you dropped the animals off to either alexia or alba for the day. you head back home and get   Into your work uniform then you make yourself a quick breakfast and pack a lunch then you leave to go to work and while you're walking down the hall you send Claudia a text saying good morning.

Claudia send you a text back saying good morning and have a good day at work and you reply back thanks and have  a safe trip. while you are in the car driving to work you receive a text from Alexia saying that the team wants to do a team bonding at the zoo on our next day off so you reply back let me know what day that will be on. You get to  work and you punch in and you go to the hospital bay first to see everyone there and then you go to the mammal area to Feed the animals there and to clean their exhibits and various other tasks throughout the day and while you were heading out you Sent Claudia a text asking her how her day went and she responded back tiring and long  and then she sent you a text back asking you how your day went and I tell her the same thing and that I was heading back home to spend time with Alba and my babies.

#woso imagine #alexia putellas/ reader #woso x reader #sandra panos/reader #claudia pina x reader

[feltpool]

Incoming Call

When they’re leaving Ryloth Hunter turns back towards the planet for a non-specified reason and it’s been much debated as to why.

But his key skill is his inbuilt electromagnetic detection ability, aka internal wifi. We were told this right at the start. So while the Batch may have shared skills in differing proportions that’s the thing he’s best at.

So if you wanted to contact him directly you’d ideally want to know his personal pick up frequency, because a call on a general frequency could be picked up by anybody in the area monitoring comms at that time, and Ryloth is currently under Empire occupation.

But there can’t be many people who know what his pick up frequency is, and most of those are in that ship alongside him. So that probably only leaves Crosshair, Nala Se, and possibly Cody.

But Crosshair is the only one that we know is on Ryloth at that time.

So it’s probable that what he was reacting to is an incoming message from Crosshair.

Which he then totally ignores, and doesn’t mention to anybody else.

Wrecker has no filter on his mouth, they make sure to point this out on a few occasions, so when he says ‘you didn’t even try to come back’ instead of ‘we haven’t heard from you since Ryloth’ or something similar, it’s likely that no one else ever knew about the call. Certainly no one corrects Wrecker’s statement, and they’re all standing right there in the tunnel when he says it, and we only get to see the back of Crosshair’s head in that scene so we can’t judge how he reacts to him saying that.

But the team can. And we can see Omega. Who’s pointing her torch right at Crosshair. And while Tech and Echo don’t react that much. Hunter stiffens and Omega gives him A LOOK. But she lowers her torch as she’s doing it, so the emphasis isn’t on her expression as much as it could be.

But she had a good clear, well lit, view of Crosshair’s face in that moment, and she’s known to be very observant.

So, am I saying that this is just a case of careless abandonment, that it’s a callous act on Hunter’s part with no good reason?

No. Not necessarily. At that time, and in that place, he has no reason to trust Crosshair. Nothing aside from him being a former team mate, and a brother.

However, we also don’t know what message could have been sent in the span of time before the ship got out of range, they’ve only just taken off when he picks up the signal but ships move fast so contact was probably kept short. We know that Hunter has a good range, because Tech made that clear, but it can’t be infinite, and one phone call wouldn’t have the same power output of a place like the cyber centre.

Making an attempt to turn the ship around and go pick him up in their current circumstance would be ridiculous and would only get them all killed. No one would ever expect them to do that, least of all Crosshair

But he could have sent an explanation of his actions, told him what had been done to him after he was taken from the brig, sent him rendezvous details, helpful information, a recipe for meiloorun bread, literally anything.

And Hunter could have told the team about it later. When they had more time to think things through, to work out if he was setting them up for a trap or not. To plan their best course of action. But it really doesn’t look like that happened.

.

But it’d certainly have given him a reason to reject their offer to go with them at the end of S1. I mean, why go where you’re not wanted. And failing to meet him, pick him up later on, or make any other sort of contact with him following that call gives a clear signal that he isn’t wanted, no matter what Hunter says to his face in front of everybody else.

#tbb #crosshair #hunter #phone home

[twistsandtwizzles]

Fic: Think There's Been a Glitch

Author's Note: So I know I said that I was taking a fic hiatus, and that if I did write anything it would probably be a first kiss prompt. But instead I have written . . . this. Blame anxiety that needed to get channeled somewhere and also blame Miss Taylor Alison Swift, from whom I have shamelessly stolen this fic title.

Content warning for some sex.

Also: It is Election Day here in America, so if you are in the US, please go vote! You know that both Nathan and Mariah already have.

Summary: They are not supposed to still be doing this

They are not supposed to still be doing this.

The thought flashes in Mariah’s mind, then vanishes as another wave of pleasure ripples through her. She moans, one hand tangled in Nathan’s curls, the other braced against the headboard, her hips rocking toward him. He glances up at her from his position between her legs, eyes smug, and she’ll be mad at herself later about how incredibly hot she finds him when he’s being cocky, but right now she is so close so close so -

She breaks, his name escaping from her lips somewhere between a gasp and a scream. She grasps his shoulder, pulling him back up to her so she can kiss him deeply as she rides out the aftershock.

“Good morning,” he says, once she has dropped back onto her pillow, limp. 

“Mmph,” she replies, unable to muster much else at the moment.

He chuckles, annoyingly (and justifiably) proud of himself, and presses a kiss against her temple. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Mmph,” she repeats, squeezing his hand as he rolls out of bed and disappears into her bathroom.

They are one hundred percent, definitely, totally not supposed to still be doing this.

It hadn’t surprised her, really, when he appeared at her suite door in the Olympic Village after making his media rounds, well after curfew, still in his medal ceremony uniform. In a way it had felt inevitable that they would find themselves tangled together in bedsheets adorned with Beijing 2022 logos, his gold medal glistening on the nightstand next to them. And it made sense that they would be back in her bed again the night following her free skate. That they would spend their last days in China avoiding the knowing glances of their teammates as they found excuses to disappear together, over and over again.

They mutually agreed that this new aspect of their relationship would stay at the Games. It worked there, in that strange bubble so removed from the rest of the world, but it wasn’t meant for their real lives. So when he swung by after his press tour to drop off the Jimmy Fallon autograph she had requested and they found themselves naked on her living room floor, well, that had surprised her. She could barely meet his eyes at their rink’s “Welcome Home” event a few days later, uncertain of what they were to each other now and terrified that every person in attendance knew exactly what she was thinking every time she looked at him.

They spent the next month criss-crossing the globe separately, texting often, agreeing again that their friendship was too important to risk over (admittedly really great) sex. And that was that - until the first night of tour rehearsals in Florida, when she was unable to stop herself from knocking on his hotel room door.

And then they stopped making rules. Or discussing it at all.

“We’re just living in the moment,” she had told her sister last month, as her older sibling made skeptical noises on the other end of the line. “It’s fine.”

But it is now July. The end of their summer together is looming. And it is not fine.

The water in the bathroom stops, and Nathan emerges a few minutes later in a tee shirt and sweats. He grins when he sees that she has still not moved an inch from where he left her. 

“Oh, shut up,” she says, and he laughs. 

“You want me to take Nala out?” he asks. “Then I told Raf I’d stop by and help with some of the juniors. I can pick up lunch on the way back.”

“Thanks,” she says, and he leans over and gives her a quick kiss before heading downstairs. She hears him greet Nala, listens to the jangle of keys and collars and scampering paws as the two of them get ready for a walk. 

Boyfriend behavior, her sister’s voice hisses in her mind, and Mariah promptly pushes it aside. Because whatever it is she and Nathan are doing, it’s not that. It absolutely cannot be that.

By the time she’s showered and downstairs, Nathan has already left for the rink. She notes that he has fed Nala and emptied the dishwasher, and she is suddenly furious. Because how dare he. How dare he walk her dog and clean her kitchen and hold her hand and keep his guitar in the corner of her bedroom. How dare he let her get used to him like this, when he is just weeks away from moving across the country to return to his Ivy League school and never look back. 

After her heart was smashed to smithereens a year ago, she told herself she’d be smarter next time. No athletes. No long distance. Nothing complicated.

So it doesn’t matter that when she thinks about going back to being just friends, a pit opens up in her stomach. That imagining a future where someone else gets to kiss Nathan good morning makes her feel more than a little bit sick. 

They cannot keep doing this.

It’s another two days before she can bring herself to say it. They are having dinner, talking about their upcoming ice show in Japan, Nathan’s indie rock playlist softly playing from the speaker on her counter, and she blurts out, “I think this tour should be it, for us.”

He freezes, fork halfway to his mouth. He studies her face carefully, then says, “No.”

She frowns, pushes on. “You’ll be leaving for school right afterwards anyway. And I don’t expect you to not . . . meet people there.” Her heart twists just thinking about it. “This has been an amazing summer, Nate, but we’ve always had an expiration date.”

He stands up, paces a bit. Fiddles with his curls like he does when he’s deep in thought. Finally takes a deep breath and asks, “Do you know when I first realized I was in love with you?”

She blinks. “What?”

“I was seventeen. It was both of our first Worlds, but I was the one who was kind of freaking out. We had been training together less than a year, but you already knew me well enough to see that I was a mess. And you came and sat with me. I don’t even remember what we talked about, but I remember that you made me laugh. And that being with you just made my nerves totally disappear. And of course I already had a giant crush on you, even though you had a boyfriend and were so, so far out of my league, but at that moment I just . . . knew. That it wasn’t just a crush.”

Her heart is racing. She feels like she is teetering at the edge of a cliff, with no idea which way she might fall. “Nathan, I -”

“I have been in love with you for half a decade, Mariah.” He sits down in the chair next to her, takes her hand. “And that is not going to change when I go back to school.”

“But you never said . . .” 

He smiles ruefully. “You were pretty clear that you did not want this to be serious.”

She flushes, angry at herself for being so concerned with protecting her own heart that she had forgotten about his. 

“I know that this has been something different for you than it has been for me,” he continues. “And if you really think that we should end things after Japan, then okay. But before you decide, I need you to know that I love you. And I want to tell you that, and keep telling you that, for as long as you let me.”

He reaches up and gently runs his thumb under her eye, and she realizes that she is crying. She half-laughs. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

“No, you’re not,” he says. “Come on.”

“I am.” She presses her hands to her face, attempting to steady herself. “I am. Because I have been trying so hard not to let myself feel anything. I was so scared of what would happen if I did. And then it turns out I’ve just been in love with you this whole stupid time.”

His lips are on hers almost before the words are out of her mouth. He pulls her to her feet, chair clattering to the floor behind her, one hand on the back of her head and the other circling her waist. He is kissing her like he doesn’t ever intend to stop. Which, she can now admit, would be just fine with her.

She puts her hands on his cheeks, draws back so that she can look at him. “I love you,” she says, plainly. She sees the wonder in his eyes at the words, that shy boy she knew from the rink so long ago emerging for a moment, and she can’t believe that she made him wait so long before she figured this out.

They stand there for who knows how long, just holding each other, swaying slightly to the music still playing from the kitchen. She knows that nothing they have said tonight will magically make the coming months any easier. But she is no longer terrified of what comes next. 

Loving each other, she is pleased to discover, is exactly what they are supposed to be doing.

#fic #nathan x mariah #chenbell

[noa-nightingale]

Thirsty Baddie Ranks Top 5 Sexiest Disney Characters

I am having one of the worst weeks of my life right now and this whole post is me trying to distract myself by rewatching this glorious glorious episode of Top 5 Beatdown. It’s an absolute delight of an episode and it made me feel better for the time I rewatched it.

So, naturally, I want to write about it.

I like that the episode starts like this...

... because wasn’t he the one who suggested the topic?

Anyway, we are off to a fantastic start. And Joyce is back! Always love to see her, her energy, her sense of humor and her stunning outfit. Made me feel better immediately.

I still don’t know how I feel about Shane purring because it is equally cute, funny and disturbing - which probably means that he should do it more often. (Also because it is extremely entertaining to see Ryan’s reaction lol.)

“This is Top 5 Beatdown! I respect you when the cameras are off.” I love her.

It’s still hilarious that Ryan said he watched A Goofy Movie on “performance enhancers” (weed) and Shane’s first thought was cocaine while Joyce’s first thought was viagra lmao.

Ryan’s number 5 (Powerline) is extremely valid btw (even though I would not put him on my own list). When I first watched the episode, I listened to Eye to Eye on repeat for several days afterwards.

🎶 If we listen to each other’s hearts we’ll find we’re never to far apart And mayyybe love is the reason why for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye 🎶

And Mouse Madej returns! I am just going to use this opportunity to share my Miss Bianca/Mouse Madej art here again. ^-^ (Steven banned fanart for this episode which naturally led to people drawing more fanart for this one than for any other T5B episode. I kept it wholesome though.)

The innuendos in this episode lol

Ryan: “And she (Nani) loves her sister’s little blue guy.”

Shane: “Oh, we had a blue guy. Had.”

*a transparent Professor undulates across the screen*

This made me realize once again how much they bring up the nasty little blue guy in shows that are not Puppet History. Months later and they are still rubbing it in. (R.I.P to a real one.)

BUT ALSO

RYAN

HOW can you mention Vixey but not Maid Marian! If we are talking about sexy vixens, she is CLEARLY superior!

And while I am calling out people here - I agree that Ursula should be at least on one list but no one mentioned that she is inspired by Divine who was a drag queen. I just think Ursula should have gotten bonus points for that (and maybe be moved a little higher on the list SHANE).

That being said, it’s one of the most valid picks in this entire episode. ^-^

I have never watched Big Hero 6 and had to look up what the aunt looks like, and I loved Ryan’s reaction. “Oh I see. ... Oh I see. 👀“

Aaand here we have Mr Bergara’s first mention of lovely green eyes. I agree that green eyes are lovely but personally, I think that dark brown is clearly the best eye color, not that I am biased. Also, I would not call Nala’s eyes green, they look more blue-ish to me. :p

Ryan: “(...) a littel topsy-turvy.”

Shane: “Or bottomsy-turvy.”

I wonder how many people thought this too and then rejoiced when he said it, because I certainly did. :D

The whole part with Queenie the Cow is a mess lmao. I sometimes wonder what went on in Shane’s brain when he added (oedipal). Like, what was the thought process here.

“I don’t have mommy issues. I love that she gives milk.”

This is such a golden quote. And I love that Ryan immediately calls him out for it.

Not gonna lie though, all the things Shane said about Queenie’s kindness and sweetness are very endearing, almost too endearing for a video like this. ^-^

And Mouse Madej strikes again. I know what Shane means with “aspirational hot” though (and a top hat and cape sounds dope) although for me it would be more in the realm of gender envy. (Btw I think that Shane’s list is very interesting in general.)

Mulan is a great choice too (although she is not on my list either). Joyce: “It’s a little bit androgynous.” I agree that it makes a character so much more appealing. ^-^ Like, things that play with gender like that? Hell yeah.

Never thought I would hear the words “post-nut clarity” while someone was talking about The Lion King. I will think about this on my deathbed, thank you Ryan.

Loved Joyce’s wholesome ending to a non-wholesome video.

“To be a ho, you gotta be wholesome.” Embroider that one on a pillow lmao.

And here is my list:

1) Long John Silver (Treasure Planet) 2) Merlin (The Sword in the Stone) 3) Ursula (The Little Mermaid) 4) Maid Marian (Robin Hood) 5) Nala/Sarabi (The Lion King)

I am appalled that nobody even considered this guy.

(And honestly, I both think he is sexy AND I get gender envy from him. Absolute dreamboat.)

Well, that’s it! I loved rewatching the episode, it made things a little better and I could forget the other stuff in my life for a while. Thanks, Watcher and Joyce! 💜

(I also feel the need to mention at this point that I am asexual as hell lol. Just as a way to finish this text. ^-^)

Thanks for reading!

#watcher #top 5 beatdown #ryan bergara #shane madej #joyce luis-jean #many people said kind things to me btw #i appreciate the hell out of that #and i promise you that i will answer #i just don't know when i'll be able to do that #thank you so much <333

[jarfulloftears]

when there's no more room in hell [7/7]

find the masterlist & playlist here!

the following chapter includes: vulgar language, vampirism, and gore.

author's note: as we move into our final installment, I just want to thank y'all for the love y'all have shown for this short story. it has really become one of my favorites to write, so much so that I'll be expanding the No More Room universe by diving deeper into not only Nala/Zyà and Cortez's story but the undead society at large as well as a few of Nala's former friends from the living world. I'm still working out the details, but this will most likely be posted on Wattpad, at some point! More details will be coming much later, but in the meanwhile, I hope you all enjoy this last chapter and the rest of the spooky season!

word count: ~5k

I pumped the runway with pounding heels although no step nor stomp was a match for the wall-shaking deep house that blared on. 

I wore a pair of shades, this being one of my favorite accessories in the entire collection. I was thankful that my favorite overall look had been saved for last. 

Going out with a bang was my forté, and though the attire was a bit understated, it varied widely from the more flavorful pieces in the collection. 

It was an all white ensemble that accentuated my figure without completely flaunting it. Not to mention, it paired nicely with my new ‘do. 

All eyes were on me as I strutted, removing the shades just before more camera flashes sparkled from the depths of an audience. 

I kept my eyes forward as I reached the end of the catwalk. 

Pose. Pivot. Glasses. Pose. Pivot. Walk. Spin for one last look. Walk. 

Soon enough, that was that. I walked the catwalk one last time, falling in line with the other models and applauding Cortez as he came out and took a gracious bow. 

He was met with much love, and such sentiments spilled during his after party. It was a quiet, close-knit function. Cortez hated being around too many people at once, and found it only necessary to celebrate the collection with only the people who helped make it happen. 

Besides, we’d be around plenty of people tonight, at Micah’s birthday soirée. Now was the time to enjoy the calm before the storm. 

“You did amazing,” Cortez handed me a glass of champagne. 

“Me? Your work was amazing. The graffiti jacket with the Baroque twist? I’ma need that,” I affirmed as his hand found the curve of my back. 

“Thanks,” he smiled slightly. 

“No, thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Ryan Thomà.”

He chuckled lightly just as I did, sipping from my glass although my thirst for something else was growing. 

Cortez’s was too, which was made evident by his drumming fingertips. 

“The wait won’t be too much longer,” I whispered to him. 

“I’m just anxious… and hungry,” he took his glass to the head. 

“Me too, but we got this… We can stop and get a snack before we head over, if you want,” I offered. 

“Nah, nah. I wanna keep as much of my appetite as I can,” he refuted. “Besides, I’m sure Lily will have as many finger sandwiches or whatever-the-fuck at the party to hold me over for a little bit.”

I watched him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. There was a migraine coming on, one that only had one remedy. 

I wanted to ease his pain, wishing he could feed off of me but I wasn’t sure how that worked with us both being undead. 

“Tezzy, really. We can go, if you want,” I rubbed his arm through the soft material of his blazer. 

He insisted he was fine, but I didn’t want to take my chances. I forced him around, saying our goodbyes and ensuring that he’d see everyone at Micah’s party. 

Soon enough, I was driving him home and whipping up some meat and blood for him. With everything still in pouches, I picked at plastic wrap and blood bags before messily cleaning and rinsing items and quickly assembling a plate and glass for him. 

“Look at’chu,” he gave me a full smile as I knelt next to him. I tossed him on to the couch upon entry into our home, and he was sprawled just as I’d left him. 

“In sickness and in health, huh?” He was too busy joking to open his mouth for a bite of chicken. 

“Cortez,” I deadpanned before just lifting his head to my bosom and bringing the food even closer to his lips. 

He ate until the plate was nothing but bones and drank until the glass was nothing but empty. 

“I’ma let you rest for a little bit, alright? I’m gonna start getting ready,” I informed him. 

“Thanks for gettin’ me home and fed,” he took my hand into his just as I stood up. 

“Of course,” I shrugged before turning to leave the room. 

“Chill for a sec,” he requested, although his unloosened grip was enough to keep me where I was. 

“You know it takes me forever to get ready,” I reminded him as he beckoned me onto his lap. 

“This won’t be long,” he pulled my body against his as I straddled him. 

Our hands were laced, the golden band he gifted me shining. 

“You gave any more thought to this?” He kissed the stone. 

“I already told you yes.”

“You told me I was crazy too.”

“Yeah, I did. Twice. But I still said yes.”

“So, say yes twice.”

“Bye, Cortez,” I started to stand. His wrap on me swiftly tightened. 

I looked into his eyes, seeing just how serious he was. 

“Even with what I said to you, last night?” I questioned how he could still feel so deeply for me. 

He nodded, not an ounce of hesitancy in his heart. 

“Even if I—”

“You know my answer. You’ve known it since the night you came back to me… Now, I’m asking you to let me know yours.”

“Cortez… like forever?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

“What if I fuck you over?”

“I can handle it.”

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

“But I want to.”

“But—”

“Nala, if it’s a no, just say so.”

“And if it is a no?”

“Then it is what it is.”

“I don’t want to be without you.”

“Then don’t be.”

I knew my answer, yet I struggled to say it outright. 

All I could do was kiss him, kiss him like I’d never see him again. 

Soon enough, I was getting ready for tonight. I wore black, accessorizing with gold, of course. 

I stared at my engagement ring for a long while, rubbing at the stone and pondering my forevermore. 

“Oo-wee! Look at’chu,” Cortez’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. 

He wore what felt like the reimagining of a traditional tux. He would make quite the groom. 

“Come here. Let me see you,” he beckoned me to stand from the couch— it’d been a rare instance where I ended up waiting on him rather than the other way around. 

An ankle-length bodycon dress was painted onto me while long sleeves with a Morticia Addams flare waved like flags with my every movement. The statement piece however was a cut out that put my cleavage and full sternum on display.

It was sexy. It was a bit gothic. It had Zyà written all over it. 

“Goddamn,” Cortez was doing a great job of adding to my confidence as he spun me around. 

“I’ma have a hard time parting from you tonight,” he shook his head. 

“I could say the same,” I released his hand to smooth over his lapels. 

“You ready?” he inquired, hands on my hips as he searched my gaze. 

I nodded. 

“No turnin’ back, baby.”

“No turnin’ back,” I affirmed with a toothless grin. 

We were gone. 

We arrived. 

Cortez proceeded to enter the large home without me, making it a point to be seen by many. 

Knowing that it wouldn’t be long before he’d be made to leave— either because of the friend group’s uncomfortability due to speculations about my murder or Micah’s own insecurities, whichever came first— it would rule out any suspicion of Cortez’s involvement in what would soon be Micah’s demise. 

He’d find his way back inside at some point, but in the meanwhile, I was sneaking in. 

I made my way inside through a side entrance, a doorway often used in the height of Micah and I’s affair. 

I slipped past company, who were too liquored up and too involved in their own conversations to notice me ascending a staircase to Micah’s study. 

It was a library sized room, a wall of books on one side and a lounge area complete with a fireplace on the other. 

A rush of memories surged as I ran my fingertips along the furniture and sculptures. 

This was the site of our very first relation, a passionate and heartbroken kiss stolen in the wake of what seemed like a very real breakup with Lily. 

Of course, things escalated. From the desk to the sofa to the windowsill. And the next day, they were back together. 

And just that quickly, I had become his doll to be taken out and played with at his every whim. And I fell for every excuse every time— they were on a break, they had a fight, he felt so alone. 

After a year, I stopped caring about excuses. And six months after that, he stopped giving them, and our relations were no longer justified by puny circumstances. 

We’d enjoy one another for no other reason other than it was a Tuesday. And as he started confessing his love for me— love that proved purely conditional and transactional— I developed what I thought were mutual feelings. 

He promised that he would leave her for me. That I would be the one settling down with him. That together, we would build an empire. 

But then Lily’s mom got sick. He couldn’t leave her then. 

Then the company he co-owned took a hit in stock. He couldn’t afford to build the life he wanted for us. 

It was one obstacle after another prolonging our union, and soon enough, there wasn’t a union in sight for us. 

He fucked me, and as he got dressed, he told me that we were done. Just like that.

No warning. No goodbye. Just “Ayo, this was fun. Me and Lily are gettin’ pretty serious, so lose my number.” 

Apparently, being six months away from a wedding only constituted being “pretty serious” — not as literally being engaged.

And I was pathetic enough to not accept that. I blew his phone up until he changed his number. I popped up on him at his own fiancée’s party.

Previous to that, I even popped up at this very home, having to endure the brass knuckles of his brother’s verbal abuse. 

No wonder Micah was the way he was. His brother was even worse than him, and he was the only person Micah had had since he was a teenager. 

Yes. It was all coming back to me. Not only the memories but the feelings attached to them. Fury and sadness and hatred. So much hatred, and so much of it didn’t even belong to me.

It was hatred that he held for me. 

I just thought he liked to fuck me like he hated me, but it was evident in the way he spoke to me, in the way he treated me, in the way he would embarrass me— he hated me. Like, for real. 

He hated how much he needed me to make him feel like a man. He hated how I dressed. He hated how he could only own me in private. He hated his own life. He hated being an heir. He wanted to be as free as me and hated me because I could and he couldn’t. 

That’s why he wanted to dominate so much of me. It made him feel powerful, being able to put me on a leash, knowing that we all had to answer to someone, and my someone was him. 

I reflected on our many affairs as I poured myself a glass of whiskey. 

That sick smirk of his. That fiery glare he’d give me. That grip he would put on my neck. The bruises. 

There was nothing I couldn’t handle. After all, I was a big girl, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for Micah. 

Not even when he got me pregnant. 

You can imagine how that ended, and yet, I never ran. 

I was waiting on my happy ending, knowing that just like our sessions of hate-making, there would be bliss at the end of it all. 

I was so naïve when it came to him. Blinded. 

And he knew that. He knew he could get me to do anything, and he thought I was the stupidest bitch he’d ever met because of it. 

I shook my head at the revelation, sitting in the luxurious seat behind the desk, turning to face the paneled windows looking out on the garden below. 

I wondered if Micah ever even liked me. After all, we were friends first, part of the same friend group for years on end. 

Was it all a ploy to eventually put his greatest act of envy into play? He hated me so much that he wanted to ruin me. 

Well, I guess now the feelings really are mutual, and soon it’d be my turn to ruin him. 

He entered the study, made evident by a deep sigh and muttering about how insufferable certain guests were. 

He was always so miserable. 

He came to a halt. “Uh… I’m sorry. You can’t be up here.”

I sipped from my glass, watching his reflection in the window as he slowly approached the desk. 

“Ayo—”

Slowly, I stood before facing him. 

He turned pale within an instant, eyes wide and breath stolen. 

He was still gorgeous.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” my fingertip circled the edge of the glass as I treaded toward him. 

He stepped away from me as he stuttered, “W-What are you doing here?”

“I had to come see you, my love,” I smirked while setting down my glass. 

He was speechless, struggling to rationalize what stood before him. 

“I thought you were dead,” Micah whispered with a hesitant approach. 

“Well… you’ve always said that I was a whore for your attention,” I seductively smirked, an excited anxiety wrestling within me. 

The scent of him was driving me up a wall. Underneath his cologne was the sweet musk of fear. 

“You couldn’t have faked your death. I-I saw your body,” he shook his head, failing to take my words for what they were. 

He was still trying to do the math in his head. His blood pumped with fervor as his heart raced. 

I was slowly approaching him, his steps backward more firm than the ones he’d taken forward. 

“There’s no need to be scared, Micah,” I assured. 

He thought about shouting out for help. With a party still gathered for his enjoyment, he’d have a plethora of witnesses. 

The thought of such turned me on, but I knew better than to let him belt out a cry for attention. All I had to do was get my hands on him, and he’d be done for. 

“What are you?” he asked, disgust mixing with his fear in such a way that it was beginning to fuck with my appetite. 

“I’m yours,” my expression softened.

“You’re fucking crazy… and you’re fucking dead! ” He was going back and forth in his own mind. 

He pondered if he were going crazy, if hallucinations were a side effect of grief. 

“Micah, you know I could never stay away—”

“Get the fuck away from me!” He made a run for it, but Cortez emerged from the shadows and took the form of a door. 

With folded arms, he stood in the doorway and stared down at him menacingly. 

“Yo, what the fuck? What is this?” He looked at me again. 

“It’s your opportunity to apologize,” I answered calmly. 

“Apologize?”

“Yes,” I nodded. 

He scoffed, partially out of amusement. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m serious, Micah,” I nodded while Cortez slowly closed the door of the study. 

“I don’t have shit to apologize for. You should be apologizing to me for all the hell you’ve caused— for all the times you almost put our shit on front street. For fucking dying!”

“I died of a broken heart, Micah, and you’re the reason why,” I took a step toward him. “I gave you years. I sat quietly while you went and lived your happy life— the life you promised me.”

“You knew I was with Lily.”

“And I knew you were supposed to leave her. Every time I let you do what you wanted with me, it was supposed to be in exchange for your heart.”

He gulped, his Adam’s apple bouncing delectably as he thought of how to switch his approach. I cut his efforts before he could apply them. 

“But it’s okay… It’s all okay, because I realize that if I really became yours, you would’ve broken me beyond repair.”

“Nala—”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore, Micah!” I roared, my hunger beginning to tear through me in a way that was affecting my attitude. 

“Call me what you used to.”

“N-Na—”

“Did I fucking stutter?” I nearly rushed him but he was quick on his feet, a backwards jog propelling him away from me. 

Cortez shut the other entrance of the study, a soft thud being just the sound needed to trigger Micah’s memory.

“Doll,” he muttered.

Excitement was ringing through me, my joints yearning to be cracked. I cracked my neck and sighed in bliss at the sound of such a term. 

“That’s more like it,” I could feel my fangs growing as I continued backing him toward a seat. 

“You used to like playing with your doll, didn’t you?”

“Nala, please,” it was the sight of my fangs that made him beg. 

“Didn’t you?” I urged just before he found himself tripping into a seat. 

I towered over him as he cowered into the chair. 

I pushed aside one of his locs and ran a hand over his face, knowing that he was scared of even touching me. He feared that a touch was enough to send him to his grave. 

He wasn’t all the way wrong either because with the ways I yearned to lay my hands on him? Oh, he was a goner. 

My mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful skin and freshly twisted locs. 

In another life, we would’ve made beautiful babies. Too bad this was the only life he’d get. 

I nearly laughed at the thought. 

“Tell me what I want to hear, Micah,” I wrapped a hand around his throat like he’d done to me so many times before. 

“I-I should’ve done right by you,” he nodded with a strained voice.

“I should’ve been a man of my word, and I’ve regretted the way I treated you every day you’ve been dead,” His tears were fighting to be seen. 

The fear was good and only getting better, but it was the remorse that was edging me closer to ecstasy.  

“I’m sorry, Nala. I’m so sorry,” he whimpered pathetically, my palms resting on either side of his face. 

He was so warm. My brain was tingling, my body was yearning for him, and I was just about to lose control. 

He couldn’t even bring himself to look at me, too terrified to look me in the face. Meanwhile, the shame and guilt were pushing his tears over the ledge. 

“It’s okay, Micah,” I whispered. “Everything’s gonna be alright, baby.”

“No, it’s not… because you’re gone,” he sniffled, drawing his eyes to mine finally. 

I halted, holding off on my animalistic instincts to hear more of him. 

“I miss you so much, Nala. I need you,” he shakily inhaled. 

“You don’t need anything but a fucking—”

“I’m serious, Nala. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I don’t even know joy without you. You were my joy.”

He continued on, this time, taking my hand into his and intertwining our fingers. 

“Wherever you are, take me with you. This life isn’t worth living without you, Nala… I love you,” he confessed. 

My head and my heart battled, my hunger ripping through logic while my heart banged on the door of my brain. It was all too much as I dropped to my knees. 

“I love you… more than life itself… and I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the love you deserved. I gave you the only thing I had. The only thing I knew.”

He added, “I just wish I could’ve been better for you. I wish you could be mine again.”

I tried not to let my emotions get the better of me, but those were the exact words necessary to lay Nala to rest. To move forward. 

But as I knelt there fighting off tears and letting my hunger consume me in a brain fog, Micah sat up in his seat. 

“I’m so sorry,” he spoke gently, a softness I’d only seen on blue moons shining through. 

His palm found my cheek as he wiped my tears. 

“I’m sorry for all the hurt I caused… You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved,” he admitted. “The closest thing I’ve ever had to real love.”

I reveled in him, eyes closing as I breathed in his essence. 

I missed this. 

“Be mine, one last time,” he whispered.

I gazed up at him, dreamily swimming in those eyes of his. His tears were still tracing his cheeks. 

“I’ll always be yours,” I kissed his tears, fighting the urge to just lap them up with my tongue.

He wanted so badly to match his lips with mine, but he was scared— scared that this would be a kiss of death. 

And that’s exactly what it was. 

“Kiss me,” I whispered. “Show me you love me.”

He dealt with his own battle, whether to do what I said or to tell me what I needed to hear. 

“Play with me one last time,” I whispered. 

“Is that what you came back for?” Both of his palms rested on my face. 

My skin heated, my engine revved, and I became a fool for Micah all over again. His touch was enough to distract me from my mission, but my body was close to a blackout. 

I was in overdrive— the hunger, the lust, the tsunami of emotions all playing tug of war. 

I couldn’t control myself anymore, forcing my lips onto his. 

It was electric, a rollercoaster taking my heart on a journey through time. Our tongues warred while my palms ran against his lap. 

His hand found my throat, the slightest squeeze being given, sending my mind flying through every single moment we were twined in my past life. 

The roughness. The degradation. It was all so hot. 

But when that lack of tenderness would haunt me outside of our nest, that’s when the pain really started to settle in. 

And as his grip strengthened against my throat, that feeling of hatred festered within me. And it led me right back to my death, the only moment where such cruelty was done out of love. 

The feeling of blind safety being pulled from beneath me returned. I’d been shoved right back into the memory of my death, when pleasure rolled through me and my life force was halted.

And as Micah choked me, I was facing that moment of fear and uncertainty again. 

I was being triggered, but before I could pull away in panic, he forced me away with a vehement head-butt.

I fell on my ass, pain echoing at my dome as he quickly scooted his chair backward and stood. 

He sprinted for the opposite entrance of the study, but his track and field days proved to be far behind him. 

Cortez caught him, slinging him backward before grabbing him by the throat himself. Micah was hoisted into the air, Cortez gazing up at him like a Christmas ornament.

“Yo, please,” Micah strained. 

Cortez didn’t hesitate, slamming Micah’s back against the hardwood floor before throwing punches until blood was drawn. 

I finally stood, approaching a sobbing Micah as Cortez wailed on him.

Blow after blow, cracking bones and cries of desperation. Cortez didn’t stop until Micah was losing his grip on consciousness. By then, my head was still throbbing, and Micah was nearly a pulp— blood drenching his swelling features and making him unrecognizable.

Cortez ceased with a deep sigh before ending his bout of silence. 

“You took your power, and you gave it right back to him,” Cortez didn’t have to look at me for me to know he was talking to me. 

I sunk to the floor, sitting on my heels on the other side of Micah, too exhausted to argue or wrestle with Cortez’s evident disappointment. 

“Save the sentimental shit for when he’s actually dead,” he added as Micah weakly begged and pleaded. 

His face was contorted in just the way I imagined it, and his deep baritone had been reduced to soprano whimpers.

But I couldn’t even dwell in the satisfaction of his pathetic tears. I was too entranced by the pooling blood of bruises and the oozing of wounds that had bursted open. 

“The throat or the spine?” Cortez asked me. 

“Y-You don’t have to do this, Nala. Please. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” He whined. 

“The spine,” I wiped my own tears and sniffled. 

“Say goodbye,” Cortez said. 

“Goodbye, Micah.”

“Please! Lily— she’s pregnant! Please!”

“Fuck you and your bloodline, bitch,” Cortez chuckled before sending one more punch to knock him out. 

Micah’s unconscious body was turned over, clothes were ripped and so was his skin. 

It was almost like getting to the bone of a rib or cracking the shell of seafood. And as blood splattered and flesh squelched, Cortez presented me with the very thing that I wished Micah had put to use during his life. 

I felt so much at once, the first being bloodthirst.

My mouth watered while my head pounded. My fists clenched as my hunger nearly split me in half.

My injury ached on, but it didn’t compare in the slightest to the all-consuming, brain smashing, stomach stabbing pins and needles that nearly made me foam at the mouth in agonized hunger.

And finally— warm, smooth, and savory— I started to quench my thirst.

I sipped from the fountain of Micah while Cortez continued to rip at his flesh. 

My brain fog was lifting bit by bit, and I indulged in every part of him I’d longed for.

I even ripped his heart out, the taste alone nearly pushing me to what felt like an orgasm. But it was the dead look in Micah’s eyes that really sent me over the edge. 

My eyes rolled as I chewed and grunted, barbarically feasting and sharing. With Micah’s heart in one hand, oozing with every bite and every squeeze, I ripped his face into streamers with the other.

My hunger was simmering, and with them, the ferocity of my instincts lessened. The silence of the room was reinstated, and all that was left was the soft rumble of chatter and laughter carrying from downstairs.

I sighed deeply, the gravity of what I had done and what I hadn’t done settling on my shoulders. I could feel tears coming, but I wasn’t completely sure as to why.

Was this what letting go felt like? Had Nala been laid to rest right here next to Micah?

Could I finally move on in the way that I never could in my first life?

I met Cortez’s stare, and within moments, my mounting anxiety was flattened.

I looked at him and knew that everything was going to be okay. Any questions I had would be answered in due time, and I had the rest of my life to figure myself out. To find Zyà.

I tearfully kissed Cortez, sharing the savory taste of my worst enemy in disguise. 

Grief and joy were all rolled up in my tears, and Cortez let them flourish.

“I love you,” I sobbed softly.

I was a wreck, much more than I had anticipated. I was happy, I was sad. I was foolish. I was free. 

“Thank you,” I whispered as he kissed my forehead, right where my aching had quieted itself.

“Of course,” he caressed my cheek tenderly. 

“Thank you,” I repeated while staring into his eyes. 

With blood swiped at our lips and drenching our fingertips, it was best that we get to cleaning things up. 

But I couldn’t pull myself away from his gaze. 

He said, “You fell in love with him again.”

“And I fell in hate with him again too,” I messily wiped my tears.

“Did you learn anything?”

“Don’t go against my instincts… and save the sentimental shit for later.”

“Never give them the chance to think they can outsmart you. You strike. You eat. You move on.”

“I hear you.”

“You did a good job, baby,” he assured me. 

“No, I didn’t. I got in my head. I let my other urges get the best of me. My need for closure,” I shook my head. 

He reached for Micah’s partially detached spine. He cracked off a piece of it, licking it clean before holding it to my view. “Here’s your closure.”

With that, he stood and assisted me to my feet. 

We stepped over Micah’s body, and I led the way to the bathroom only a few steps down the hall. 

It was there that we wiped off blood splatter and cleaned our hands and faces.

And it was there that I gave Cortez a second yes. 

We shared a kiss and soon enough, we were sneaking out of the window— the very same window I’d have to use when Lily made an early arrival home. 

We tiptoed down shingles and dodged the first story window to avoid being seen by party guests. We climbed down a wall ladder and landed in the garden. 

Our hands were joined as we disappeared into the night.

Our clothing found a fire, and we found refuge at his place— a place I hadn’t been since before I died. It felt just as cozy as I remembered it, and I felt as safe as I’d always hoped to be with Micah.

Cortez made me a necklace out of the bone he forcibly cracked, and I made him my husband.

Within days, we were swapping vows and taking a blood oath, something that would bind us for the rest of our undead lives.

I guess I got my happy ending after all.

#wtnmrih #makeboyscry #jarfulloftears #fic writing #spooky season #horror fic #black horror

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

I'm suddenly reminded of . honestly maybe the last con I ever went to, but I'm not sure . which was a horrible experience. iirc I had decided to go for two days, even though I know this con and I know it's not interesting enough to warrant going for two days, because on the second day I was going to participate in a cosplay show with my Matryoshka Gumi cosplay.

There was very little organisation behind it, and it wasn't a contest, just a "give us your music on a USB key at the last minute, get on stage for one minute and do your thing"... thing. I was super nervous because I had NO stage experience in this regard* (I've done plays but I wasn't wearing a cosplay that could justify playing a scene - she's a song character...? And I absolutely can't fucking dance for shit) but the organisers were basically like. Yeah it's chill we don't really care what you do on stage. So I had no direction but I told myself it was okay if it was a little awkward, since it was so low stakes

*Also, I'm pretty sure this was before I got diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, and at the time I just didn't know I had that at all!!!! So I just felt INSANE and I didn't know why!!!!!!

But I was basically set up to fail, because the second reason I came back for a second day was that I was supposed to spend the day with a new friend, who was mostly the friend of a friend. It was a little awkward but not big deal, we were both introverted and that was fine, until we ran into another one of his friends by coincidence and that friend just decided to. hog him? Like they joined us, but then kept on talking to him and leading him places while completely ignoring me like I was some weirdo who thought she was part of the group? 😭 I already felt awkward enough that a stranger had joined us, but the fact that they actively ignored me made me feel HORRIBLE. And the friend I was with didn't do or say anything bad himself, but he didn't do anything to fix his friend's behaviour, was obviously feeling awkward himself and only made the interactions I did manage to get out of him more awkward.

...And that's when I was supposed to get going to join the stage. We did get to the stage I'd been told to join, and that's when I found out it wasn't exactly a stage. It was just a small elevated square in the middle of the con. Not in its own area. Not with seating. Not on the side where people might gather to watch a show. No - just a random place where they were expecting me to perform to passersby who didn't care.

Baby girl I would have been better off doing that in the subway for some change. I couldn't see many people about to join, if any, so I honestly just gave up. I tried to psych myself up because it would have been my first time daring to perform in a cosplay setting, and because I'd paid to be here, and come all the way here, but it honestly just seemed unreasonable to do this to myself. Even without knowing I had a disorder.

I also remember this day because I left not too long later, and my brother and his ex-girlfriend picked me up in cosplay. I felt horrible from both this failure and the extremely awkward interaction with honestly perhaps the shittiest person I've ever met at a con, but when I got home, I hugged my dog Nala and actively felt my batteries recharging. I'd never felt like this so literally.

#personal #random

[b4nanaa]

THE LION KING 2: SIMBA'S PRIDE

Option 1: Short Essay 

Please write an essay that respond to ONE of the follow questions. Your essay should be about 3  pages (900-1100 words) in length, have a central argument or thesis, and use direct quotes from  the texts you choose to support your argument. 

2. Alternative Adaptation: Is there a text you are familiar with that you wished had been on the  syllabus? For this essay, you may pick an adaptation of Romeo and Juliet that we did NOT use in  class and write an essay exploring how the conversations we have been having this semester  appear in this new text. You may consider questions such as: What story is being told? What  contexts, histories, and ideas is the text drawing on in order to tell its story? How does it use  genre, audience, and context to reshape Romeo and Juliet? How does it critique or celebrate  Shakespeare’s play? Please engage with at least ONE additional text from our syllabus.

When given the option to choose the next adaptation we'd examine during the last weeks of class, I hoped for Simba's Pride. Unfortunately, I also knew that was unlikely to happen knowing the class and I ended up being right when Gilmore Girls were chosen. Thankfully for the final assignment, the freedom to focus on another adaptation was given. So for this essay, I'll be focusing on Simba's Pride and how Disney adapted Romeo and Juliet into the sequel.

Lion King 2: Simba's Pride was created in 1191, an animated direct-to video musical romantic drama film. It debuted four years as a sequel after the original film, The Lion King, which similarly took themes from Shakespeare, being based off Hamlet. The plot revolves Simba's daughter, Kiara, and her relationship with an Outsider, Kovu. Their first encounter were as kids when Kiara ran off, having grown annoyed by her father's overprotective nature. This leads to her meeting Kovu, the son of the Outlander's leader, Zira. The two are later separated by their families but reunited later on during early adulthood. Together, they work to reunite the clashing prides. From this short summary, you can already see the parallels between the movie and Romeo and Juliet. The sequel Simba's Pride is a film that celebrates and builds off of William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. It does so by incorporating similar characters and elements that parallels the original while still being it's own story. (maybe edit)

First, let's examine the characters. Kiara and Kovu are clearly Romeo and Juliet. Kiara comes from the Pride landers and is the daughter of Simba and Nala, as well as heir to the throne. Kovu on the other hand is son of the outlander Zira and apparently the hand chosen heir for Scar before he passed. In spite of their families' rocky relationship with each other, they're able to see past their differences and fall in love, adapting the Star-crossed lovers trope. Rafiki fits the role of Friar Laurance who guides the secret love between the two. Nuka represents Mercutio. Both are sharp tongue and play the role of comedy, similarly to how he is in Luhrmann's movie. They also share the same fate when the two houses fight and he dies as a victim of the unnecessary conflict. Mercutio dies in Romeo's place when he refuses to fight and Nuka does the same when chasing after Simba when Kovu refuses. Both lead to their unfortunate deaths.

Zira, the main antagonist, could be Lady Montague, but personally I think she fits better as Tybalt. Both are strong-willed and aggressive, being the one to drive the conflict. Neither compromise or back down, and it's that blind lust for violence that leads them to death. Tybalt gets killed Romeo because he refused to back down peacefully during a street fight. Zira dies by refusing to let go of the past or accepting help from Kiara during a battle.

As for the plot, its driven by the conflicting prides. For background knowledge, Simba leads the pride lands after overthrowing his evil uncle, Scar. However, some of them still saw Scar as the real king and remained loyal to him even after death. Zira especially, who's cubs were either biologically or adoptively his. Kovu, according to her, was hand-chosen to be his heir before he was dethroned. Those still loyal to Scar were banished to the Outlands. The Pride landers and Outlanders are clear call backs to the Montagues and the Capulets. Both are rival families, but the difference in the Lion King is that there is a strong establishment of why. The original play never provided a reason, simply opening up with "Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean (Romeo and Juliet, Perseus Digital Library)." Of course, the general reason is a pursuit of power. Both houses seek political power or territory control. But it always felt like the background for why the lover's can't be together. However, Lion King builds on this conflict and adds depth to each side. For the Outlanders, mainly Zira, blames Simba for the reason why her pride is stuck living in barren lands and was robbed of power that was rightfully theirs. As a result, her and her pride are a threat to Simba and have a reason to be banished. In addition, Kovu being a spitting image of his 'father' feeds into Simba's distrust of him because he is a spitting image of his trauma with Scar. By giving a story to their quarrels adds more weight to the protagonist's romance. You can understand why it's impossible for them to be together and why neither families trust each other.

Another small element to take note of is the significance of water. Overall, water represents many things. It symbolizes purity, life, and hope according to Google. Those three things all perfectly describe Romeo and Juliet's love. From the variations we've seen in class, from Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet and Steven Spielberg's West Side Story, water is always present during their first encounter and their most intimate moments. For Luhrmann's, it can be seen at the party when the two first meet and are separated by the fish tank.

It can be seen again when Romeo goes out to find Juliet near the pool and the two swim together.

West Side's Story's 'Maria', performed by Ansel Elgort, is similar. As Tony, this story version of Romeo, goes out to find Maria who is his Juliet, he is surrounded by water as he sings to her.

For Simba's pride, water is used when they're separated and staring at their reflections, only whole when they're together.

While the specific meaning behind the symbolism varies from film to film. what remains is that water is always there during pivotal points of their love. Luhrmann and Spielberg is when they first meet and realize their love for each other, and Lion King is after they lose each other and realize how much they complete one another. Water, no matter the adaptation, remains central to the romance of the leading characters.

The only difference between Simba's Pride and Romeo and Juliet, along with its other variations, is that this story isn't a tragedy. Neither Kiara or Kovu dies to reunite their families, instead they give a heartfelt speech during a battle between the two and had them realize they're the same. The only death that does happen as a consequence is Zira's. Because she failed to give in and let go of her hatred, it led to her demise. Unlike the original where it ends with the death of their children reuniting the family, the Lion King ends with the prides being together and ruled by Kiara and Kovu as their new king and queen. It's a happy story compared to the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, and this is likely due to it's franchise. It's a Disney after all and is aimed towards kids, so it makes sense why the tone is different.

In conclusion, "The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride" brilliantly echoes Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" while crafting its unique narrative. The parallels are vivid: Kiara and Kovu as star-crossed lovers, and the strife between prides akin to clashing houses. The depth of their conflict is deepened by the film and adds layers to the story and the romance. While the tone is distinguishable between the original and the film with its more uplifting resolution, it still captures the powerful love story in its own way.

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Love and Wasteland

Chapter 4: Diego arrival

Once in the Pridelands King Mufasa was talking his daily patrol as usual to make sure no rouge lions would invade his kingdom also the hyenas have not been bothering any of where worrying means there up to something. patrolling the outskirts of the pridelands when he heard a noise. Curious of what it was he went to check it out. The long wavy grass that had been growing since Mohatu's reign still only reach The golden lion noise was getting louder and louder and when he found where the noise was coming it was a cub not much younger than Simba but had a weird mix of shades of brown wasn't a cub from his pride defiantly. What should he do Mufasa thought leave him or take him leave him would be the better option so Nala doesn't get distracted by a another male cub but he could be Simba's bodyguard. Mufasa took the cub by the walk back to Priderock was peaceful no arguments,no hyenas,no Scar to bother him.

"Sarabi,Sarabi come out here quick" Mufasa shouted

Sarabi came out followed by Nala

Sarabi took one look at the cub and thought the same thing about mix of colour also notice the scar on his walked up to the cub and started circling it.

"He is cute"Nala said

"Nala go to your mother I and Mufasa need to talk"Sarabi calmly said.

Nala walked off

"Where did you find him?"Sarabi asked.

"The near edge the Pridelands when I was patrolling.I thought it was Simba sunbathing"Mufasa explained.

"What we going to do with the cub" Sarabi asked

"Find someone to look after him by tomorrow or we'll put him out of his misery"Mufasa commanded

The cub twitched.

"I think he heard you"Sarabi

Mufasa shrugged and walked off. sarabi thought who could look after the couldn't because Mufasa probably allowed it. sarafina can't because Nala may grow too close to to this new cub and Mufasa would kill him on the spot. she ran through a list of names that possibly take care of the cub she had to be desperate to think about doing it or crazy but maybe it's still a chance for the Abandoned cub to survive.

Sarabi pick the cub who had nice shade of brown in her opinion .may have thing with lionesses when he grows up even if Simba is walked to the cave and dropped the cub down or nothing now.

"Scar are u in there.i need to talk to you about something important like life or death situation"Sarabi said part of it was true.

" oh if isn't My sister-in-law coming to mingle with commoners" Scar said sarcastically.

"Nice to see to you too Scar but this isn't about Mufasa,Simba, about this cub at my paws.

As Scar looked down he said "you want me to look after that when so many lionesses who could do that job ten times better then I could"

"No one else would take him and Mufasa would kill him if you don't take him"Sarabi said.

Hoping that there was still Taka left in sniffed the smelt like hyenas and did feel for the cub not knowing where he is his parents through.

"Fine I'll take him" Scar said

Sarabi jaw dropped after hearing what Scar just all these years of being cold-hearted and miserable. did finally find his stared at him and blink was she dreaming

"Hello earth calling Sarabi"said Scar waving his paw in front of Sarabi face

"Sorry I just thought..

Scar interrupted

"That I'm some sort of blood-thirsty lion without anyone to care for"Scar laughed

"Sort of,but why now open your heart to a cub"Sarabi said confused.

" Oh,Sarabi I can't leave a innocent cub to die to all mighty king"sarcasm crept in the last part of the sentence

"Well thank you Scar for taking the cub under your wing I appreciate it but I can I tell the rest of the pride or do you want to be kept as a secret"

"Tell the rest of the pride,I don't care"Scar said.

Sarabi gave Scar a gentle nuzzle and pick the cub up and walked into his cave

Say hello to fatherhood Scar.

•••• two hours later ••••

The cub was twisting and tuning like it was trying to dodge something. Scar caught attention of this and wondered why the cub was moving so he didn't get up to check but he was worried if he was having a cub twisted and turned even faster got up ran over to the cub and putted his paw over the cub cub woke up.

"Where am I and who are u ? The cub asked

"Well cub you're in the Pridelands and My names Scar the King brother and the princes uncle"Scar explained " but you can call me Taka"

"Names Diego and I'm from Eastern Waterfall pride"said Diego "like your accent so deeper than that brother of yours".

"We need to go to some friends of mine but since your my responsibility now I think I'll wait"Scar said

"Nothing wrong with hyenas Taka"Diego piped up "before you ask how I know smell them on you"

Scar was shocked but didn't say a word to the grab the cub by The scruff. He walked out the cave to a swam of stood with his head held walked through them.

"Am I dreaming"

"It's a miracle"

"That Cub cute"

"Taka has return"

All quotes from the crowd

Nala saw Scar had the followed cub had a mystery behind him .Simba followed behind pounced on look behind her although Simba jumped at her a few seconds before she managed to jump and pin him. shrugged Nala continued to follow them diego tried to look back to see who it tried to get Scar attention by doing a meow/roar sort of thing sank his teeth but not too deep to shut Diego up twitched to a bit of realising that wasn't going to work he decided to

headbutt Scar. He swung just a little then smashed Scar right in the jaw causing a cracking Scar to drop Diego on the Scar adjusted his jaw with his started shouting.

"YOU COULD OF BROKE MY JAW CUB YOU STUPID CUB"Scar screamed

Diego just sat there with a smudge look on his face

"What do you think your smiling"Scar said with sinister tone

"Thank you for your attention Taka but I think we're being followed"Diego said calmly "your really need to work on the parent tone of yours"

Realising the cub was unpharsed By his sinister tone frustrated Scar even more due to most lions shiver when heard his voice. Scar turned around to see Nala stood there.

"Oh,Nala what would a young lioness like yourself be all the way out here, alone may I add"Scar said

"I came to see the new cub" Nala said.

"Suppose we could be a few minutes late"Scar said with a groan

Nala smiled and walked over to Diego,Diego step back from the approaching nala. Nala took this as a game and carry on walking towards the cubuntil diego tripped over a small took this as a chance to inspect the cub.

"Hi my name is Nala"Nala said

"Mmm names Diego"Diego said

"You have a lovely accent"Nala said

"Thanks it's a northern one"Diego said "I'm guessing your future queen"

Nala and Scar was both just this young cub know all this stuff and haven't asked about he real or just figure of there imagination.

"I thought we were going to that place Taka"Diego said

"Were,Oh the place right right"Scar twigging on to what Diego was saying.

Scar look at Nala

"Nala run along back to Simba,I've got things to do"Scar said as nicely as possible

Nala ran over to Diego to give him a nuzzle Diego was trying to resist but chose not to after all she was the future queen after few minutes it was starting to feel uncomfortable even for Scar to watch

"Nala I really need to go now"Diego said

Nala back off feeling quite the rebel for what she had was betrothed to Simba but this cub was different.

"Maybe in other life"Nala stuttered

She didn't recognise Sarabi hiding in the grass worried and Relaxed at the same because when Diego comes of age he will be kick out and back to square one because Diego although he does seem respectful that Nala is bethroned to Simba and wouldn't have the any bad intentions like his new father.

Decided to Switch up things.

Next chapter back to the present

And the next two chapters after that more backstory

#lion king #the lion king #sarabi #mufasa #nala