#interaction. [ nayeli ]

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

OPEN STARTER

LOCATION: angel's rest CAPPING: 02/04

Nayeli walked through the children's hospital ward carrying a tray of water cups, the stupid fairy wings catching on literally everything. Seriously, whoever designed this costume had never tried to actually move around in it. The glittery tulle kept getting tangled in door frames and she'd already accidentally swept a stack of magazines off a table. She spotted someone who looked like they could use some water and walked over, holding out a cup. "I bet you didn't think you'd be getting a drink from a fairy princess today," she said, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous she probably looked. The wings made this annoying crinkling sound every time she moved, and honestly, she was ready to rip them off. But the kids here loved this stuff - she'd already been asked to make a teddy bear come to life and help find someone's lost sock. Which, apparently, was very important fairy business according to a six-year-old named Angela.

[demirxaslan]

closed for @labyrinthinesyndicatex (for nayeli ) location: alaric and arielle's home

Demir had been sitting in the armchair by the window for all of seven minutes when the unmistakable creak of the side door caught his attention. He didn’t look up right away—just keeping his gaze on his phone, reading through some random article from MotorTrend. The house was too quiet. Not peaceful, just that stretched-thin silence that made every little sound seem louder than it needed to be. When he finally glanced up, he saw her. Of course. Nayeli.

The familiar edge settled into his shoulders like a jacket he hadn’t wanted to wear in the first place. She looked the same—tight posture, eyes that saw too much, always acting like she had some unspoken moral high ground. Probably did, knowing her line of work. “Let me guess,” he said, his tone dry, not bothering to stand. “You saw the bike out front and thought I was breaking in.” He tilted his mug toward her in mock salute. “Disappointed I’m not a burglar?”

He leaned back in the chair, one leg propped over the other like he had all the time in the world. Which, unfortunately, he kind of did until Alaric finished his shift. “I’m just here waiting on my favourite person. Don’t worry, I’m not planning to rearrange the furniture or ransack the fridge.”

[listening-to-thunder]

The Luffy vs Zoro Whiskey Peak fight is honestly the most them:

Luffy: Don't make excuses!

Zoro: WTF

Zoro: (after failing to get through to Luffy for about 5 seconds) You shit for brains! Fine then, I'll do the life or death thing too! Better not regret dying!

But then, when Baroque Works tries to take advantage of the situation...

Both: Shut the fuck up!

Zoro: You're in the way!

Miss Valentine: AAAAAAAAAAAA

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

Nayeli’s laugh softened into a quiet hum as Mahira spoke, though her thoughts churned in a different direction. She knew what it was like to overthink every move, to rehearse a moment in your head only to have reality betray you at the worst possible time. But still, the way he’d flailed - like a bird trying to take flight and failing spectacularly - was objectively funny. She hated that she couldn’t stop replaying it in her mind, torn between sympathy and amusement. “Yeah, I saw,” she said with a wry edge that didn’t quite match the softer thoughts swirling beneath. “He really committed to the bit, though. I mean, the way he tried to play it off with the fake phone excuse? That was ... something.” She trailed off, shaking her head slightly. “Honestly, though,” she added, her tone shifting to something more reflective, “you’re right. At least he had the guts to try. Most guys these days don’t even make it that far.”

"True, but did you see how long he was psyching himself up over there?" Mahira said, still smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "Like, dude was doing laps around our section for ages before he finally came over." She couldn't stop replaying the whole thing in her head - honestly, it was kind of endearing in a pathetic way. Most people these days just sent texts or whatever instead of actually walking up to someone. At least this guy had the balls to try something face-to-face, even if he completely botched the execution. "I give him credit for the attempt, but man, that recovery was rough. The fake phone thing was so obvious." She took a sip of her cold latte and grimaced slightly. "You're so right about guys not trying anymore. Usually they just stare from across the room and hope telepathy works or something. This was refreshing, even if it was a total trainwreck."

[raindropsofloev]

such a chutiya phase of life always feels like being stuck somewhere between me and me and not able to escape this shitty hole this vicious cycle

nahi milna ab aur naye logo se itne log handle nahi ho rhe hai mujhse, main hi khud ko handle nahi kr paata hu ekto attachment issues bc 2 baar baat kri ni superficial attachment pehle ho jaata, really need to just take a look at myself and dive deeper into what i am and want to be rather than just senselessly interacting w people cuz that doesnt even make me real

who am i?? what am i?? bc khud ko toh jaanta nahi hu, so undefined wth is going with the flow? flow mein jaana hai lekin koi identity toh honi chahiye who tf am i? apne laayak toh hu nahi bc

I JUST WANT TO DISAPPEAR FROM EVERYONE'S LIFE

[n4yelies1n]

Hello anyone who reads this! I’m Nayeli. I really like poetry and want to get into writing more of it! I will be using this tumblr account as a way to put my poetry out there and maybe get feedback as well!

If you enjoy what I post, don’t be a stranger and interact with me! I love meeting new people ^_^

I will mainly post poems I write or reblog what I like, but I can also make silly posts if I want.

I might also use this as a journal/diary of sorts sometimes as well, but not in poetry format.

Anyways, I hope you stay for my journey!

[bandarrrrr]

Oh ho ho Dil toote aashiq!! Khaali 17 ka hai tu, ek ladki ne dil tod diya iska matlb ye nahi ki zindagi khatam hogyi hai. Puri zindagi baaki hai teri. Bahar nikal, duniya dekh. Naye log milenge, naye experiences honge tab pta chalega ki abhi tak duniya kitni choti thi Teri. Bhale kelie bol raha hu bhai. Apna bhai samajh ke bol rha hu, baaki teri blog hai tujhe idhar jo express karna hai kar, par hamesha yaad rakhna ki teri zindagi aur Teri duniya, dono boht badi hai.

Ek taraf bada bhai bol rhe ho aur ek taraf anon par baithe ho, ye kaisi baat hai, also I am trying to see the bigger picture but tbh abhi nhi dikh rha, I have mostly lost people when I was attached to them the most isliye na ab Darr lagta hai naye logo se milne me, connect krne me, attach hone me and the problem when me is I get attached, people say ki attach mat ho but mai ho jaata hu and then they leave and it fucks me badly, meri society me kaafi log hai meri age k like 20-25 log aaram se but mere sirf 2 doost hai puri society me, without them I am all alone kyuki I am no capacity to interact with new people, attachment issues mere ko kaafi Kam age me ho gya tha shayad isliye if someone leaves, I grieve for them nearly my whole life, they always stay in back of my mind all the time!

Bada bhai bol rhe ho to off anon aao, dm me yaa ask me as you wish

[the-reaper-spider]

Blog rules

This is an ooc post. Ooc will be like this (message) or like this //message. If it's in the middle of an rp I might put it in the tags and forget to put the () or //, if anything is in the tags it is generally ooc.

General rules :

Don't be rude to the mod

Blog is ran in European time, less active from 11pm to 6am, mildly active during the day, most active from 6am to 9am and from 5pm to 10pm

You can totally be rude to the muse but she will react aggressively and will threaten

In person rp will be in third person and with these "character words"

Blog messages or Internet interactions will be just like any other tumblr post

This blog will treat with dark themes, violence, arson, trauma, etc. And will not always be warned about

But there will be strictly no NSFW. Mod and muse are minors.

We will also avoid talking about politics unless it is in character

If I you think I have forgotten about answering to your post tag me in it, it's probable I have

Specify if you're talking to the mod

Interact with me! I don't bite, Nayeli does, but not if you're nice :D

Important stuff to know about Nayeli :

She'll make any kind of jokes, like suicide jokes SH jokes, murder jokes etc.

She (and I) can't stand racism or homophobia

She's quite rude to people she doesn't know and doesn't trust

She's really really self destructive and deprecating

She's also just generally destructive and aggressive, going to physically harming others if put in the situation to

You can bully her but she'll bully you right back

Do hold her responsible for her own actions, she's a child but she's also very aware of what she does

Don't tell her to kill herself or others, general knowledge you know

You can make threats, it's fine, I will tell you if I'm uncomfortable with what's going on

[bizcontrol9]

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[excelcrackeado]

Shayari Forest A Journey into Poetry and Nature's Serenity

Imagine a lush green forest where every rustling leaf whispers verses, every path carries poetic echoes, and every corner invites introspection. A Shayari Forest symbolizes this magical fusion of literature and the natural world, offering a sanctuary where poetry breathes life into the soul, and nature serves as an eternal muse.

This concept merges the calming essence of nature with the profound beauty of Urdu Shayari, creating an immersive experience for poets, writers, and nature enthusiasts alike. Let us delve deeper into the idea of a Shayari Forest and its cultural and emotional significance.

The Legacy of Shayari A Timeless Art Form

Shayari is a celebrated form of poetry deeply ingrained in South Asian culture, particularly in Urdu literature. It is not merely a poetic expression but an emotional language that captures the depth of human experiences—love, loss, hope, despair, and beyond.

Urdu Shayari’s power lies in its ability to communicate universal truths with brevity and elegance. Verses resonate universally, offering solace, inspiration, and a shared sense of humanity.

When set against the backdrop of a serene forest, Shayari takes on new dimensions, blending seamlessly with nature’s rhythms. The forest becomes a living metaphor, with every tree, stream, and breeze embodying the themes poets so often explore.

Why a Forest? The Natural Connection to Shayari

Forests have long been metaphors in poetry, representing everything from mystery and solitude to resilience and renewal. In Urdu Shayari, these themes find vivid expression:

Solitude and Reflection

A forest, with its stillness, mirrors the poet’s inner journey of self-discovery and reflection. It provides the perfect environment to connect with one’s thoughts.

"Jungle ke beech tanhai hai, aur tanhai mein ek nayi kahani hai."

Life’s Transience

The shedding leaves, flowing rivers, and fleeting sunlight capture the impermanence of life and beauty—a theme central to Urdu Shayari.

"Har patta yeh kehta hai, guzar jayein ge mausam bhi, magar yaadein sada rahein gi."

Love and Longing

The vastness of a forest often reflects the unfulfilled desires and endless longing expressed in Shayari.

"Yeh jungle ke raaste, uski yaadon ka ek intezar hain."

Resilience and Renewal

Forests endure change and thrive anew, embodying hope and perseverance—themes often celebrated in Shayari.

"Andheron ke baad bhi, roshni ke naye savere milte hain."

The Concept of a Shayari Forest

A Shayari Forest could be a real or symbolic space where poetry and nature converge. Let’s envision its elements:

1. Themed Trails

Romantic Pathway: Adorned with verses on love and longing by poets like Ghalib and Parveen Shakir.

Melancholy Lane: Dedicated to Shayari about loss, heartbreak, and introspection.

Hope’s Haven: Celebrating optimism and resilience through uplifting verses.

2. Interactive Poetry Stations

Poetry boards where visitors can write or display their own Shayari inspired by the surroundings.

Digital screens offering audio recitations of classical Urdu poetry for an immersive experience.

3. Gathering Spaces

Poetry Circles: Open spaces for group recitations and discussions.

Performance Stage: An area for live poetry readings and musical interpretations of Shayari.

4. Workshops and Events

Shayari Writing Workshops: Encouraging budding poets to hone their craft.

Nature Walks: Guided tours connecting visitors with the environment and inspiring poetic creation.

5. Symbolic Elements

The Tree of Verses: A central tree where visitors can hang handwritten poems.

Stream of Memories: A symbolic water stream representing life’s fleeting moments, accompanied by verses engraved on nearby stones.

Themes in Urdu Shayari for the Forest

Death and Transience

Urdu Shayari often reflects on mortality, drawing parallels between life’s brevity and nature’s cycles.

"Pattay girte hain, magar har shak par ek nayi ummeed bhi hoti hai."

Love and Separation

Forests echo the solitude of unfulfilled love, a central theme in many classic Urdu works.

"Yeh tanha raat aur jungle ki khamoshi, uski yaadon ka ek geet hai."

Nature as a Muse

Many poets celebrate the beauty of nature, drawing inspiration from its resilience and harmony.

"Chandni ke neeche, har ped ek afsana kehta hai."

The Impact of a Shayari Forest

Cultural Preservation

It would revive and celebrate the tradition of Urdu Shayari, introducing it to new generations in a creative and accessible way.

Environmental Awareness

Connecting visitors to the natural world, fostering a sense of responsibility toward its preservation.

Emotional Healing

Serving as a retreat for individuals seeking solace, inspiration, and emotional rejuvenation.

Community Building

A space for poets, writers, and nature enthusiasts to connect and share their passions.

Conclusion A Vision for the Soul

The Shayari Forest is more than just an idea; it is an invitation to reconnect with the beauty of poetry and the serenity of nature. Whether you seek solace, inspiration, or simply a place to unwind, this concept offers a unique blend of creativity and tranquility. Imagine walking through trails lined with timeless verses, listening to the whispers of nature harmonizing with your emotions, and finding a space to reflect and create.

For those yearning to experience this enchanting fusion of Shayari and nature, don’t wait to immerse yourself in its magic. Visit the website to explore more about Shayari Forest, its themes, and how it can inspire your poetic journey. Let the forest of words and wonder guide your soul.

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

CLOSED STARTER

LOCATION: Arielle's pad FOR: @blackbcxwarning

Nayeli fumbled with her keys at Arielle's front door, juggling two grocery bags that were definitely packed too full. The lock finally gave way and she shouldered through, immediately scanning the living room. Just Arielle on the couch, thank God. "Oh good, Lucifer isn't here." The words tumbled out before she could stop them, along with a snort of laughter as she dropped the bags on the kitchen counter. She really needed to stop calling Alaric that, but honestly? The man had it coming. Reading her manuscript without permission was unforgivable, and she wasn't about to pretend otherwise just to keep the peace. "What do you want for lunch today?" She started unpacking groceries, tossing a box of pasta onto the counter with maybe a little too much enthusiasm. This whole routine was so automatic now - shopping, cooking, making sure Arielle had everything she needed.

[guapagorcevic]

I agree that the AMC thing was the interview. I don’t think that they’ll ever reconcile though. AMC crossed a red line by using N to hurt J. She’s also still posting shady quotes or reels on IG that are very unsubtly aimed at J. She posted one just a couple of weeks ago. Meanwhile J and N are reconciled and good, and N has stopped all interaction with AMC on IG since then. So, who’s the odd one out?

probably there's N in the middle too. Same with Nayeli now

[labyrinthinesyndicatex]

"That's some fancy stuff you brought," Nayeli said, eyeing the wine bottle as Izel settled in. "And thanks, but you know how I feel about the whole author photo thing." The gorgeous Latina comment made her want to roll her eyes - Izel always pushed this angle like being visible was some kind of gift to the world. Maybe it worked for other people, but Nayeli had watched what happened when writers became celebrities instead of just storytellers. The mystery worked better anyway. Maya Serrano could be anyone, which meant readers focused on the actual books instead of trying to figure out if her background matched whatever trauma she wrote about. "People can go wild over the stories instead," she added, pulling down glasses from the cabinet. "That's the whole point."

closed starter @labyrinthinesyndicatex - nayeli aguilar

"I got vintage wine," she announced, holding up the bottle with a grin as she kicked off her heels near the entrance. The label was impressive enough to make anyone take notice, and she felt proud of her contribution to tonight's festivities. This was exactly what a book launch deserved, not some cheap grocery store bottle. Her friend had worked too hard for anything less than the good stuff. "You know, I still don't understand why you wouldn't just put your pretty face on your thrillers," Izel continued, settling herself comfortably as she admired the cozy space around them. "People would go wild to know that the author is a gorgeous Latina."

[imaginationofomi]

Come Together

Thirty-Four

Nayeli bit her tongue for the next hour, covering the third wall with its first coat of paint while she ignored Isaiah's looks of curiosity. She was too embarrassed to make eye contact and moved around him like he wasn't there at all. She spoke if he asked her a question, nodded or shook her head if it required a yes or a no, but that was where all interaction ended.

Feeling like a fool was new to her, but after being humiliated three times on three separate occasions by three different men, she would soon be used to the emotion. Add it to the bottom of the list of things she would also grow used to.

Lunchtime snuck up on them, and Nayeli slipped away without a word to use the bathroom, venturing into the backyard when Isaiah was occupied with his phone. She pulled a few black cherry tomatoes off of the vine to snack on and contemplated what she wanted to eat. The garden was usually her inspiration, but no ideas jumped out at her as she walked through the stone aisles between the raised beds.

Her avocado tree was loaded, and she used the picker to pull down a few to ripen inside. She then sat on the swing underneath it, tugging off the leaves and twigs that came down with the fruit.

"If you were trying to hide, I found you."

She glanced up out of habit, backing up to one end of the swing so there was ample space for him to sit without them coming into contact.

"I'm not hiding," she said, ripping a leaf to pieces and letting it float to the ground like green confetti, "This is a poor spot to try." The swing was in perfect view of the back door. All he had to do was look through it to see her.

Isaiah sat down carefully and scooted into her line of vision because she refused to look up. He tapped her knee until she acknowledged him with a brief glance.

"I upset you," he said, having picked up on her change in mood. He was trying to be cautious, not wanting to slip and make things awkward between them again, but they reached that place regardless.

"No, you didn't."

"It feels like I did. I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad at you, Isaiah." She finally made eye contact so he knew that she meant business, but the look on his face confused her.

"You're feeling something," he said and shifted closer. Her back pushed against the arm of the swing, no room left to run. Their knees touched, and she inhaled sharply.

"I'm feeling a lot of things."

"Like?"

"Embarrassment, for one." Gazes locked, she couldn't lie to him, so she went back to focusing on anything but his face.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"It doesn't matter. I only came out here to find ideas for lunch. Do you have any?" she asked as she stood up. She hadn't even taken a complete step when he grabbed her hand. Looking at his fingers wrapped around hers, she blinked several times, feet rooted to the dirt. 

"It does matter because you're feeling it." He lightly pulled her hand, gentle expression coaxing her into submission, "Sit down. Please."

"We can talk about the food inside. I might have better ideas-"

"Nayeli."

Her butt hit the cushion, and they swayed for a few seconds, "Please don't say my name like that." She could imagine him moaning it in her ear, giving her orders. The thought made her insides quiver. 

"Why are you afraid to talk to me all of a sudden? Are you worried about my reaction?"

"There's really nothing left to be worried about. I already know how this conversations ends."

"Let me in on the secret, then, because I don't." He stared hard, and she dropped her head only for him to lift it back up.

"Is it possible you could just let this one go?" she asked, her voice weakening.

"I could," he said, and her shoulders returned to a relaxed position, "Am I going to? No." That didn't last long at all.

"Whyyyyy?"

"Because you need to stop being childish."

"I'm being childish?"

"Yes, you are. It's okay to ask for what you want Lil Bit."

"I shouldn't have to ask," she grumbled what she hoped was incoherently.

"Childish. I'm not going to talk for you."

Obviously unsuccessful, she decided to put on her grown up undies. He wasn't going to let her out of the conversation, so she had to put up or shut up. She filled her lungs with air, looked him in the face and caved because he seemed so expectant. The stubborn side of her put her foot down.

"I can't believe you're really going to make me say it."

"Damn right I am. My pancakes are legendary, and you ran out on me." His playful smirk eased her up, and she groaned.

"I'm sorry, but I actually did have to go to work."

"I'm hearing excuses instead of the truth." He gave her another expectant look and she groaned again.

"Now you're just being mean," she said

"Am I or are you just a punk?"

"Both."

"I'll stop being mean if you stop being a punk," he negotiated, loosening his grip on her hand. It was enough to break contact, and she rushed to stand, walking toward the house as she answered him.

"You know, I don't like the way this is going. I just came out here to find some lunch. You want some lunch? I want some lunch." She heard his footsteps behind her and sped up, but Isaiah's strides had to be twice hers and he put his arm around her shoulders and across her chest to pull her back, holding her in place, "This is hardly fair. I didn't even get a good head start."

"Now you can't say I haven't touched you," he teased in her ear.

"You know what I meant."

"Nope. I'm not sure I do. Why don't you tell me?"

"Your determination is award worthy."

"So is your ability to try avoiding a conversation." He led her closer to the house, letting her go when they got to the concrete by the door. Nayeli straightened her shirt, guessing ways to get around him because he made sure to block her path inside.

"Why do you want me to say it so bad? If you know, you know."

"I want to know you're making the decision because you want to and nothing else," he said, his face turning serious. She felt a shift between them and stood straighter.

"Nothing else?" she questioned.

"We were drunk, Lil Bit. I invited you out because I knew you'd been down, and I wanted you to feel better. My intentions going into that night weren't to sleep with you, and I'd never had the feeling that you wanted to until then. When you got up the next day like you regretted what we did, I figured it was a one time thing because we drank too much. You could barely look at me. I wasn't gonna press you when you were clearly uncomfortable. I care about you more than I care about anybody, and I was worried that I fucked up. I didn't know if you thought I should've stopped what happened or felt like I took advantage of the situation, and if that is something you felt or feel, tell me now."

She reached out to touch him instantly, "I never felt like you took advantage of me, not even when I woke up and realized where I was. I knew exactly what I'd done. I remember you trying to take care of me, and I remember telling you no every time you said you'd take the couch. Drunk or not, I wanted it to happen. Like I said, my reaction was about me, not you. I.....my gosh, I can't believe I'm about to tell you this." She already started. Might as well finish the thought so he understood why she high tailed it out of there, "I've only had sex with one man other than you. I'd never had a one night stand, and I freaked out because you're well......you. The standard. Golden boy. Lieutenant. My dad's right hand. You were supposed to be off limits, and I felt like I messed up by not controlling myself. And then, you know, there are the flashbacks I get from that night that make it hard to look at you too long without getting hot in the pants," she mumbled the last part because she still wasn't ready to say it with her chest.

"You make me hot in the pants, too," he chuckled.

"I'm glad you think this is funny."

"Don't pout." He walked closer to her, hovering between too close and not close enough, "I have your full consent to touch you?" he asked. Nayeli's mouth dried out as it dawned on her that her earlier assumptions were slightly incorrect. 

"Whenever you want." Even her throat sounded dry. She swallowed harshly as he grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. Her heartbeat rose to her ears, and everything around her seemed to bounce in and out of focus.

"Thank you." He kissed her hungrily, and her eyes slid shut as her hands ran up his arms to his neck. Their tongues came in contact, pushing at and curling around each other. The swarm of bees in her belly buzzed calmly until they slowly started to rage and she felt like they might come out of her navel. She pressed closer, lifting her legs to lock them around his waist and even out the playing field, the blessing and curse of being short.

It was warm outside, and she was warmer taped to the body she wanted to strip. For majority of their time together thus far, she fought off urges and kept feelings to herself. She didn't have to do that anymore, and it felt too good.

She pulled back to breathe properly, looked into Isaiah's eyes and smiled.

"I've been waiting for that for over a month," she said, leaning forward to kiss him again.

"You could've had it sooner if you spoke up," he replied. He held her weight with one arm and carried her inside. She reached behind him to slide the screen door shut.

"If I had any hints that I wasn't the only one that wanted to get down and dirty, I would have. For a second it was like you looked at me as a little sister or a friend."

"I could never think of you as a sister, even before."

"And a friend?"

"The way I see you transcends all relationships because you transcend all expectations. You are perfect and precious to me in a way that no one else could ever be. It's an honor and a privilege to know you, so I'll take what I can get, Lil Bit. Whatever that looks like, I'm game."

"You'll take what you can get, whatever that looks like?" Nayeli repeated slowly, eyes narrowed into a perplexed squint. Her brain absorbed each of his statements piece by piece, and she released his midsection to stand on solid ground. She needed something beneath her feet to know that she wasn't in the middle of a lucid dream.

Isaiah nodded once, "I know what I can and can't live with. I know that you're not over your co-parent and that you guys will more than likely get back together at some point. I know that there's something between us, and I know we could be great together, but knowing doesn't put the pieces in place. Choices do. I want you to be free to make choices without feeling like you have to worry about what I'll say or do. I want you to do what makes you happy. All I'm asking is to be a part of that happiness however I can be. As a friend, a lover, whatever you need."

"What about your needs? You know I'm always going to worry about what you're feeling." She ran her hand over his buzz cut, and he rested his forehead on hers for a couple of seconds.

"I'd rather have you in my life than out of it. I've already made my choice. I'll worry about my heart. Allow me to be your peace." He pecked her lips delicately, relieved that he no longer had to hold back what he felt was natural to him. He would've done it forever without another choice, but he was glad to have one. He hadn't gotten any chances with her in the past. 

When his parents passed and Maxwell took on a parental role, she treated him like extended family, lessening the ache of not having one of his own. She was in a new relationship at the time. Then he met Rose, and his world flipped, though he never really stopped thinking about his Lil Bit. While he didn't spend those days pining for her, she always crossed his mind in one way or another. Random things brought her to his attention on a daily basis for years.

He would remember the way she smiled at him on the off chances she visited the firehouse. He'd remember the scent of her shampoo, the scriptures and quotes she shared with him, the way she would look at him when she knew he was sad, how her hands felt and made him feel when she comforted him.

He thought of her when he had chocolate chip cookies that weren't hers, when he saw any kind of flower because he knew how much she liked them, when he passed the beach because the first time they met was at a bonfire. A sunny day could make him think of her, and he'd imagine her spinning in circles in the grass like she did with Tatiana at the barbecue.

Nayeli meant the world to him and he meant what he said about taking what he could get. One does not deny an angel on earth. That was what his father used to say to and about his mother. Nayeli was very similar to the late Adriana, from character down to her middle name, Adrienne. Sometimes he pondered if that was why he felt so strongly for her despite never being together. She reminded him of his favorite woman, had become his favorite woman after spending more time together.

Karaoke night unexpectedly opened a door for him. All of the days he spent after worrying about the way he might've made her feel forced him into action. He never wanted to disrespect her or harm her in anyway. It was important he made that abundantly clear.

He knew the risks he took when he asked her to hang out the first time. He was prepared for rejection then, for her to distance herself from him, maybe even curse him out for what went down, but she met him for a yoga class in the park. Though she'd been stiff with him at first, it didn't take long for her to relax into the comfortable companionship they always shared. She calmed his worries then, and he hadn't stopped asking to see her since.

Being around her made him feel complete, something he never felt in his years with Rose or any other relationship. There had been a hole in his heart since losing his family, one that grew when Rose got rid of their baby without talking to him, but around Nayeli, that hole didn't exist.

No matter what, he couldn't lose her, too. If that meant being a friend when she needed one, he would do it. Standing in the background while she created a family? As long as it made her happy, he would do it. He would do anything she asked.

"And I thought I spent too much time in my head," she quipped, running her hands down his arms and grabbing his fingers, "I don't want you out of my life either."

He was relieved to hear it. He was relieved overall. Every worry in his mind eased, he took the liberty of kissing her again because he could, and when she returned the kiss, he felt the divine presence of an angelic being.

Nayeli took a couple of steps backward and pulled him with her. He gave her much to think about, but her mind went in one direction. Bedroom. He caught her hint, feet moving fast to the door she guided him to.

It took her a while to be able to sleep in the primary bedroom again. She'd only just started to feel comfortable a little over a week ago. It would be the second room they painted together. She sat on the neatly made bed and scooted back to the center, coaxing Isaiah forward with a curl of her finger.

He crawled between her legs and kissed his way up her throat, slowly caressing her thighs under her loose, cotton shorts. She gripped his shirt with tight fingers, sliding her tongue past his lips to tango with his. Her body was filled with nervous jitters and carnal desire, blood thrumming through her veins with so much power she felt the flow. She wanted to rip his clothes off, but that didn't seem lady like.

It was finally happening after weeks of wet daydreams. He was in her grasp, and she couldn't get close enough. She crossed her ankles behind his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling at the back of his shirt. He sat up to snatch it off, dropped his pelvis and rubbed his hardening length against her dampening center.

Nayeli was seconds away from soaking her shorts, and the friction from his body plus the soft material had her mewling into his mouth as the rest of her body hummed with excitement. She lifted her hips to match the rhythm of his dry humping, finding a release so quick and potent she scared herself.

"Shorts off," she panted against his lips, pushing at his waistband eagerly, "There are condoms in that top drawer." She was over wasting time and stripped herself as he grabbed a couple of rubbers and tossed them onto the bed next to her.

Foreplay was the last thing on her mind as Isaiah took the time to worship every inch of her body. She wanted him to hurry along, but his kisses and nips along her skin made her squirm and moan loudly. He kneaded her flesh, licked patterns across her hips and continued the design until he trapped her clit under the expert assault of his lips and tongue, transporting her to a state of bliss.

Two more orgasms took over her body before they were eye to eye again, kissing feverishly as she reached for one of the condoms and rolled it onto him. The nerves that had disappeared with her release returned as she remembered how sore she was the morning after their first time. Looking down at all the girth that waited for her, she inhaled deeply and looked up into Isaiah's eyes.

"I'll go slow," he assured her. It was for both of their benefit, really. She wouldn't be in any pain, and he'd get to enjoy watching her face contort as he worked his way inside of her. Her expressions were hedonistic, and they sent shockwaves of unbridled gratification straight to groin. It pleased him to know that he was pleasing her.

Their initial contact made them both vocal, and Nayeli shuddered as Isaiah slid the tip of his dick up and down her slit, coating the lubricated condom with the slickness pouring out of her body.

"Don't tease me," she whined and grabbed ahold of him, stroking him tight and slow. He moaned, smashing his lips onto hers. They fought over control, Nayeli eventually backing down because it felt better to be handled than to do the handling, but she was ready for more, "Isaiah."

The faint way she said his name, so soft and innocent, made his dick jump and leak into the condom. He tapped her lips with his and lined himself up with her entrance, pressing into her tight, warm center and groaning as she clenched to keep him from moving back.

Nayeli whined again, forcing her body to relax so she could accept all of him, and when she finally managed to, euphoria filled her limbs, starting in her pussy and spreading like water on a dry surface. Her jaw sat unhinged with silent screams, mouth drying out as she breathed.

It was better than she remembered, hotter, more passionate. They rolled all over her bed, messing up the sheets as they switched positions and made the cool air coming from the vent obsolete. Sweat poured from her body as she threw it back on him so good he shouted her name and had to pull out because he wanted her on her back so he could look at her as he filled the condom. They came together, and he cursed in her ear, kissing her face as he caught his breath. She arrived at a definitive conclusion as she came down from her post-coital high.

There was absolutely no way she was giving him up.

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EJ didn't know what to do with himself in an empty house. No one begging him to watch princess movies or asking for ice cream for breakfast. No one warming the empty side of his bed. He thought about inviting a woman over to keep him company. Life was lonely, and he still wasn't used to the quiet.

Fallon was always available midday because of her job, but she was beginning to get attached. He could tell by how hesitant she was to let him leave her bed the last time they fucked. She'd hugged his back as he was putting his shoes on, kissed his neck and practically begged him to cuddle her instead of making his usual mad dash out of her apartment. Intimacy wasn't something he did outside of a relationship. To that day, he'd never kissed her or the other two women he'd spent time with. He had rules, and she tried to break them. If it weren't for the convenience, she would've been next on his list to go.

Blair was in an open marriage and rarely had time to spend with him as she had her own kids to worry about along with a husband, and after his second time fucking Taylor, she asked for commitment flat out. That was the last time he hit her up. What once looked like a decent starter rotation dwindled, and he was left to confront the thoughts he tried to get rid of.

He was unsure if Nayeli loved him.

The few weeks she had him wait to explore and see where they stood came and went quickly. During that time, he tried to get them back to where they were before the Christmas debacle. She seemed receptive to all of it until he asked if they could work on picking up where they left off.

"That's not possible," she'd told him with a grim expression, "If we pick up where we left off, we're back to the beginning of the end."

He felt an underlying meaning in her words, that there was another reason she wasn't ready to return to him. They talked their issues out. They understood what mistakes they made. Resuming their relationship wouldn't be the beginning of the end because they knew better now. So he asked her if she found someone else. She said no, but there was hesitation in her voice. He didn't want to call her a liar, even if she was one.

It seemed that the writing was on the wall. Their relationship was truly over, and guilt weighed heavily on him for acting like a complete ass, from his mistreatment of her to the way he went after Isaiah. He was sure that plus his drunken night at her home were the final reasons she appeared to be pulling away from him.

While he wasn't done yet, he could feel the desire to continue trying getting weaker. If she could be honest with him, it would make everything easier, but she held back, and that was new for him. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know.

Being a discerning individual wasn't a strong point of his. The right answer had been in front of him plenty of times, and he liked going left. Against good, plain common sense, he text Fallon hopeful that he would be able to bust a nut and go on about his day. However, karma for mistakes he made came to collect. The woman that was never busy didn't have time for him at that moment. He sighed. It was probably better that way.

His boys were avoiding him, too. He understood that. They were all getting too old to be partying like college students in the streets as they had been thanks to him. The amount of liquor he'd had in the last couple of months was alarming, and the behavior that accompanied it was unacceptable. He needed to get his life in order.

Calling Tati's tablet to check on her and brighten up his otherwise boring day, he was disappointed when she didn't answer and called his mom to get ahold of her. They were out at Knott's Berry Farm, standing in line for the log ride, and Tatiana animatedly talked about all of the contraptions she'd been on before she told him she had to go because it was their turn to ride. She blew kisses and hung up, and he was alone once more in the quiet of his bedroom.

He craned his neck and looked behind him, reaching into his headboard for the frame with the picture of him and Nayeli kissing with an orca in the background inside of it. He put a finger on the glass and sighed sadly. It was one of his favorites.

More than just her birthday and their first date, that was the day he thought he knew Nayeli loved him. He bared his soul, and she didn't run. She embraced him instead. The memory was a far cry from where they'd ended up. They went from discussing marriage and who was allowed to die first to both feeling like the other didn't care as much as they once thought. It was a quick switch for them.

EJ wanted to be wrong. He hadn't lied about the dreams, about when they started and what he asked for before the first. He simply let his emotions and his ego get the better of him and made a hasty decision that didn't align with what he consistently told her. If he'd listened to her instead of jumping to conclusions, there could be a ring on her finger. They could be planning a wedding.

Maxwell had every reason to question whether he would cut and run at the first sign of trouble. That was exactly what he'd done while Nayeli had done the opposite. Expressing her concerns wasn't running nor was it a bad thing, and each time she did, he reacted in a way that made her feel like it was.

He'd laughed at and dismissed her insecurities instead of trying to understand why she felt them. He dumped her after she faced adversity at the hands of his ex and hers. She took responsibility for Tatiana, and he returned the favor by acting like she was a thorn in his side. He was lucky she hadn't disappeared on them. The word sorry wasn't enough to repair the damage he caused.

He'd given up on her when she needed him. That was not an appropriate action for a husband. It was no wonder she was so hesitant to let him back into her heart. He shunned and spurned her and hopped into the next bitch's bed to try and forget like the dumbass he was, standing on the decision like it was the best one he'd made in his life.

If he was right, and Nayeli didn't love him, he could hardly blame her. They had some good moments, some amazing moments, but the bad outweighed them all. He could see that now. His only hope was to create better memories. If he succeeded at nothing else, he was going to follow Maxwell's advice and get her to the orchard she wanted to visit.

He left his room and went to his office on the first floor. The expensive, custom designed desk was covered in sketches of timepieces and other loose items from his work the previous night. He picked up pencils, stacked papers, and sat down, opening his laptop and typing in his password when the wide screen woke up.

A bunch of shit waited for him; emails, orders, a budget report he needed to look over before he made a final decision on the design of his new storefront. He bypassed all of it to do extensive research on his destination, booking a private excursion and a suite at a nearby resort for the following weekend.

There was plenty to do on site, so they wouldn't be bored apart from going to pick fruit off of trees. He added a couple's massage to the itinerary, planned for time in the man made hot springs, and contacted his jeweler to bring some pieces by the house to pick out an apology gift. Nayeli would appreciate the surprise, and it would help nudge him back toward her good side. All of the gestures he had made thus far hadn't done much for him.

With that settled, he walked out of his office feeling productive. It was a step in the right direction, one he should've taken when it was first suggested. He and Nayeli could get some proper alone time. He could pick her brain to gauge where she was at. He could make her fall in love again. He hoped to make her fall in love again.

Because he still wanted to marry her. He still wanted to buy her a farm, travel the world, have a bunch of babies that they could watch grow up from the porch. He wanted it so much that the anticipation for the upcoming excursion made it hard for him to remain occupied on his own. He showered and got dressed, checking himself in the mirror before he grabbed the keys to his Lamborghini from the drawer.

The roar of the souped up engine gave him a boost of confidence as he started the car and sped out of Oceanview. Driving to Nayeli's house was like traveling on autopilot. He knew the route almost as well as he knew how to get to his own home. He could find it without looking at street signs in the dark, but with the days getting longer, that wasn't necessary.

Her neighborhood was quiet in the early evening, and when he came down her street, making a right into her driveway, he found her neatening up the flowers in front of the house. She looked up at the sound of his car, standing and smiling when he got out. She put her shears on the bench and dusted dirt, twigs and leaves from her hands.

"I didn't expect to see you today," she said, though it was hardly a complaint, "You're just in time, too. I have a batch of lemon rosemary shortbread cookies in the oven, and I need a taste tester."

"I'll never turn down your cookies," he replied playfully, failing to dodge the swipe she took at him because of his double entendre. He hugged her and kissed the top of her head, trying not to feel offended as she shimmied away from him soon after.

"You can help me make the icing."

"You always tryna put me to work. Why I can't just come over to eat?"

"Would you like me to recite the scripture again?" she queried and quirked an eyebrow, reminding him of the first meal they made together in her house.

"I already worked today. I should be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor."

"What labor have you done today?"

"I planned a trip for us," he said and held his breath while he waited for her reaction. She stopped mid-step, turning to look up at him with curious eyes. His heart hammered loudly.

"A trip?"

"Yeah, so don't plan anything next weekend. We'll be gone four days. Make whatever arrangements you need to make for work, and I'll take care of anything that goes wrong."

Her face didn't give him any answers. She was looking at him, but he wished he could tell what she was thinking. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and her curls bounced lightly as she tapped her foot on the floor like she was considering whether to accept or reject his weekend proposal. The longer she took to respond, the more he started to sweat and think that he didn't have a chance in hell of getting her back. He was going to have to settle for a lesser version of her and wouldn't get half of what he wanted in return.

"Okay," she nodded slowly, shocking him thoroughly. He thought he was throwing spaghetti noodles at the wall with none of them sticking.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I don't have a wedding in the queue, so I can take a couple of days off. It'll be nice to get out of the city," she said and grabbed his hand. Her touch soothed his nerves. Maybe he did have a chance in hell after all, "Thank you for making plans."

"It's about time we got to be alone for real."

"Sounds like someone has an ulterior motive." She side-eyed him, opening the oven door to peek in on the cookies. There were still a couple of minutes on the timer, but with shortbread and other desserts, she liked to eyeball them rather than relying on a set time. Her years of experience gave her the ability to determine whether they were done by appearance.

"That depends on what you consider an ulterior motive."

"What are you looking to get out of this?" she asked, filling a small bowl with powdered sugar and cutting a lemon in half to juice it.

"I want to get back what we lost," he answered, "I want us to be us again."

"Ezra." The name was a good sign, so good that he ignored the sigh that left her lips after she said it, "A few days alone isn't going to solve everything."

"It's a start, though. We'll never know what's going to happen unless we try. Let's just try. Please." He hated sounding like a beggar, but Nayeli was still the only woman in the world that could bring him to his knees to plead for forgiveness. He wasn't on the floor yet, but he'd sink on command.

"I already said yes."

"It kinda feels like you wanna change your answer."

"I don't," she said, "But I do want to discuss some things."

"Lay it on me."

"First of all, you need to go get tested."

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