#i regretted that decision when it spread to like four others

[donatellawritings]

Would you ever do a part 2 to sweetheart reader and rafe’s breakup? I wanna see how they get back together 🥰

it had been about three months, since rafe had let you go, his oh-so doting sweetheart, the apple of his very eye. with the news of rafe cameron no longer having his latin sweetheart under his arm spreading around the island like a rancid wildfire, it didn’t take long for rafe to find himself regretting his decision. but make no mistake, rafe had made it his business to keep a watchful eye on your every move, and making sure to remain undetected while doing so. i mean, at the end of the day, you would always be his sweet girl and what kind of a man would he be, if he didn’t watch over you.

and sure, it took you a few weeks to find your footing as a now single and absolute knockout of a woman, yet you stood your ground — remaining tooth-achingly sweet to everyone who came your way, even when you’d politely reject their shameless advances towards you. and boy, did you make rafe’s sick little heart swell with pride as you made sure to keep a piece of him around you at all times, your gifted tiffany & co tennis bracelet constantly glinting against the north carolina sun with each passing day.

but, you were always such an emotional and overly-sensitive doll — and today just happened to be one of those days where you couldn’t seem to get your papi, rafe out of your pretty little head.

“i just — i want him with me!” you sobbed, streaky and watery black tinged tears rolling down your blush and concealer-enhanced cheeks as you pursed your puffy lips into a tearful pout, “he’s supposed to be mine!” you whined, your swollen tits stretching and heaving against rafe’s prized collegiate t-shirt as you took hiccuping breaths.

you poor cousin, kiara could only take so much of your incessant sobs and heartfelt rambles, until she’d taken the liberty of personally contacting rafe, a task that she wouldn’t even dream of doing, if it were for any person, aside from you, her doting and oh-so lovesick cousin.

you see, today was supposed to be a simple sleepover, the two of you had made it a tradition to spend one night together, where you could catch up on the latest gossip, prance around in nothing but pathetically poor excuses for panties and oversized t-shirts, while pampering each other with messily applied clay face masks and smeared mani-pedis. and sure, kiara missed those cherished moments with you, but she was painfully aware that you had been keeping up a facade since the moment rafe brought you back home. and she had to give you credit for it, you made it a point to keep your cool in public, you didn’t want to be a bother so you maintained your doll-like appearance and poise mannerisms.

yet, she couldn’t ignore the way you cried yourself to sleep at night — the walls that separated your bedrooms were far too thin.

it didn’t take long for rafe to respond to your concerned cousin — and it was crystal clear to him that it was time to bring you back home. the anxious young man had paid his dues, hell, the pain of not having you around was nearly enough to have him cave after the first twenty-four hours of him breaking things off. but, he had to make good on his promise — he had to become a man, not only for you, but for the sake of his own sanity, or what was left of it.

after about fifteen minutes of you struggling to put together a coherent sentence, you rubbed the tip of your button nose, with a defeated sniffle, licking over you dried lips as you wiped your watery bambi eyes with the back of your hand. you had cried yourself to exhaustion, your pretty little head throbbing from your hysterics as you dozed into a light sleep. you were so out of it, you didn’t even realize that kiara had left your bedroom.

rafe was careful with his footsteps as he entered your bedroom, dressed in a crisp button-up and ironed slacks as he sighed at the sight of you sound asleep. his bright blues didn’t miss the streaks of dried tears that clung to your cherub cheeks, your swollen lips slightly parted as crouched at your bedside, a soft smile on his pink lips as he ran a gentle hand over your messy hair.

letting his greed get the best of him, rafe pressed his eager lips to the apple of your cheek, his fingernails lightly scratching at your scalp as he soothingly lulled you out of your sleep, “hi, baby,” he mumbled, loud enough for your doe eyes to widen as your lips pursed into a wobbly pout, warm tears burning at your waterline.

bringing your small hand to knuckle away the troublesome tears that threatened to spill, you let out a needy whimper, “m-missed you,” you mewled, wispy lashes now clumpy with tears.

“hey-hey, c’mon mama, please don’t start cryin’,” rafe breathes out, pulling your hands away from your flushed face as the two of you finally lock eyes for the first time in months, “fuck — m’so sorry, my princess,” rafe sighs, each and every ounce of his resolve dissipating as he brings your knuckles to his lips, peppering soft kisses to the bony skin.

biting down into the fat of your bottom lip, you leaned up towards rafe, nudging his nose with yours, “can we go home,” you mutter, allowing your palms to cradle both sides of rafe’s chiseled face as his hold on your fists drop to your wrists, “w-we can talk about everything later, i just- i just missed you, papi,” you assure rafe, a soft smile tugging on your lips as he raises his glazed eyes to meet yours.

“yes, baby, we can go home,” rafe’s shoulders soften, his forehead leaning flushed against yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “i kept my promise, baby — i kept my promise,” he speaks, more so to himself than to you as you nod at his words.

rafe deserved to be heard, and you’d always be a listening ear for him.

“i stopped using, a-and i got that boat y’liked so much, i got it just for you, mama — gonna take you wherever y’wanna go,” rafe rambles, leaving you a smiley mess as you simply gaze into his eyes with nothing, but naive love and adoration, “m’gonna be home more, and i—” rafe continued, getting lost in his own thoughts.

“i love you,” you cut in, a giddy smile now playing on your pretty face as rafe can’t help but blush at your words.

“i love you too, let’s go home,” rafe brings his lips to your forehead, allowing his tired eyes to flutter close as he soaks in the kiss for a moment, taking the time to breathe in your smell.

bringing your legs to hook around his waist, rafe keeps a secure hand over your ass as he carries you out of your bedroom, making sure to send kiara an appreciative nod as the two of you exit the home. it didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep, once you were secure in the passenger seat of rafe’s truck, soft snores leaving your parted lips as your soft cheek remained mushed against rafe’s firm shoulder, your hand securely interlaced with his.

rafe couldn’t ignore the way his eyes kept flickering down to your empty ring finger, his heart swelling at the mere thought of him finally having you all to himself, forever.

and he wouldn’t fuck it up, this time.

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 30

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 5k

Masterlist

Genie gives you a sly smile when she sees your smirk when you sit back down on the couch.

Javier trails behind you, excusing himself to the kitchen to cook. You’re not sure what you’re doing. Honestly, you’re probably going to regret this. Fuck it. It felt too good to hold him. You tasted him, lips pressed to his neck. Touching someone you love,  what a dangerous game. You’ll stay here tonight, then you’ll make a decision on what the next week looks like. A personal test that will probably have Jayla yelling your ear off about how bad of an idea this was. 

 Still you watch him from the love seat that faces the doorway to the kitchen. Seeing him move in the kitchen with deft, wiping his brow, clenching his jaw and looking oh so tortured. Your legs crossed, preventing any silly ideas you might conjure up from the beers Genie kept feeding you. 

Everyone in the house seemed to be in good spirits. Even your mother who had been housing a glass of wine. Everyone was a bit tipsy by ten. The girls asleep atop coats on Chuchos bed down the hall. They’ll be woken from their slumber at midnight to ravage through the gifts under the tree. 

Javier comes in alas, two beers in hand and beelines straight toward the empty seat next to you. Settling down, legs spread, offering up a beer for you. Your cheeks redden at the gesture, feeling your brother's knowing gaze. “Thank you.” You whisper, nudging him. 

He doesn’t respond and just shifts to get more comfortable. Settling into the couch, shoulder to shoulder with knees pressed against each other. He could give you space but he decided against it. The closeness sends a shock to your core and you wish to forget it. He clears his throat and looks ahead at his father who also had a knowing smile at the interaction.

“It’s great to finally have both of you home.” Chucho nods. “Through all the ups and downs I’m just happy to see the four of you— Frankie, Genevieve, Andrea and Javi still friends. Just glad you guys are over your marijuana phase.”

The room erupts in laughter, you put your hands up in defense. “I never! Never smoked in here.”

Frankie cackled, “Yeah because Javi never let you, he was all— she’s too young for that shit.” The living room swirled with another round  of laughs at the spot on impression of Javier. 

“Wait… you guys smoked pot?” Your mother asked, eyes wide. Devoid of anger, just shock. The four of you grinned. 

“It was the seventies.” Genie comments, cringing and bringing her water to her lips. She had been the only one of us completely sober. Your mind began to wander. James shook his head.

“Listen, they smoked pot and look how well off they all are. Beautiful family and two thriving salons. School teacher in New York City. And an American hero.” He butts in. Everyone in the room nods, your brother and his wife leaning into each other with smiles. Your eyes fall to your lap and slowly ride up from Javi’s knee to his face. A frown taut on his lips. 

“Don’t look so down Javi. What are your next steps now that you’re here?” Your mom slurs, gesturing for him to speak. Her gold bangles sounded like sleigh bells from hell. You suck your teeth, feeling him tense up next to you. An American Hero. It strokes something in him and you feel him closing in on himself beside you. 

“Uh- I just-I haven’t”

“Mami, he just got home today.” 

She waved a hand for you to scratch. “Ay nena, I’m talking to Javier here.” 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, seeing him struggle to adjust to all this attention. He must have spent a lot of time talking about anything but himself. It would be a lot for anyone. To come home after three traumatic years to pestering questions from drunk elders. You see his eyes, nervous and unlike himself. You resist the urge to place your hand on his knee. He glances at your eyes then down at your lips swiftly before focusing on your mother again. Your brain short circuits at that, severely confused by his decision to fuck up your plan to keep your panties on tonight. 

 “Uhm-ehem.” He clears his throat. “I’m going to take it slow. Hopefully find someone, start a family. All in due time I suppose.” He chuckles and your mother nods curtly. 

“Well…” And when your mother begins a statement this way you have to brace yourself for complete and utter nonsense. Shoot. “Lorrianne is still single only–”

“We do not speak the devil's name in this house.” Chucho cuts. And thank god he knew how to dial a room because still you all drunkenly laugh together. Your mother cackled, repeating that it was a joke. Some part of you feels like it’s not. 

Still you laugh anyway.

Your mother is too tipsy to question why she’s now riding home with your brother. So is your brother but Genie—she’s winking at you while she pulls out of the parking lot. And Don Chucho doesn’t seem to be bothered. He squeezes your shoulder while you sit at the kitchen table, watching Javier rinse off the dishes. 

Truthfully, you’re a bit more tipsy than you thought. There’s something about stepping out into that brisk December air that really hits you with the reality that you had been fed beers for the past five hours. 

“You heading to bed?” 

“Yes, happy you're home. Don’t do anything stupid.” He whispers the last part in your ear and kisses your cheek before exiting. “Merry Christmas!” He calls from the hallway, a bit slurred. 

The entire night had been filled with stolen glances and knees pressing against each other. Not a direct word shared but now you were alone in the kitchen. The tipsier you got, the hotter your cheeks grew. Staring at his back while the stream of the water he uses occupies the silence, you cross your legs. He clears his throat, like he’s waiting to see who breaks this game first.

 But honestly, all you could do is stare at the way the ripples of his back muscles and shoulder blades stretch his shirt. 

Christ, you think while sipping the cure to your state. Water.

Luckily the pressing questions died down into a session of nostalgic storytelling. You try not to be bothered by your mother not being able to recall one dear moment from your childhood. It seemed everyone had one about you except her. 

It made you think of the bee earrings that catch dust on your vanity. You are suddenly too sad to speak. 

He clears his throat and turns. Arms crossed, making his biceps bulge in his shirt. Fuck, he was sexier than before. And he’s looking at you that same way. Like it’s taking a lot from him to not just spread you open right there in the kitchen. Your stomach pits at the distant memory of your breasts rubbing against the kitchen counter while he fucked some sense into you. Pretty little wife. 

“I’m going to head out for a smoke. My clothes are unpacked yet, there should still be some old shirts in the drawers for you to change into.” 

His words are like a splash of cold water, he exits the kitchen and the front door follows. Your brain barely caught up with anything he said. You were faced with the reality once again. You were going to sleep in Javier’s bed, and you promised yourself it was going to be casual. 

Good god, why do I set such unrealistic expectations for myself?

You get up anyway, relieved that he’s allowing you privacy to change. You think if he was in the room while doing so you might’ve urged to just take it off himself. 

You expected there to be more sentiment when you walked into his room after so long. After the last time.

It was the last time you had sex. It was a memory you liked to not look back on. Your last time being spent with him comforting you after having a panic attack. It was when you told him that you never thought you’d have a healthy sex life. Yet it was so much more than that. You were overcome with the trauma of your first relationship and the blistering reality of being so in love, that you couldn’t bear to watch him leave. 

You’re back in that same spot, yet the room is empty, filled with boxes and suitcases. 

You feel nostalgia run down your throat with a swallow. But ultimately are left with yearning to make more revelations here. 

His bed was ruffled like he napped during the day and he had a suitcase open with clothing jumbled. You know he said to check his drawer but the smell of his cologne enticed you far too much to just throw on some old threadbare shirt that probably smells like a closet. 

You pick a green t-shirt. A favorite of his, you remember him wearing it at Xavier’s memorial day barbecue a few years back. With a sting at your knee, you bend down to grab it before striping yourself of your sweater dress. Stockings off and tossed on the floor. With just your panties and hardened nipples grazing the thin material, you climb onto his bed. Dazed and determined to not let your pussy get the best of you. 

The door creaked open and he came through. Hooded eyes blinking in disbelief. Maybe being perched on the bed with your thighs on display wasn’t the smartest. Perhaps shuffling under the covers would have been preferable to keeping his or your hands to yourself. He clears his throat and gives you a nod. 

“You still smoke.” You comment. You never liked it, far more research has been done and you hate for him to get himself sick over something so trivial. 

He clenches his jaw, eyes stuck on the curve of your breasts and nipples for a moment before he bends down to grab a pair of sleep pants from his suitcase. “Yes.” He turns, the unzipping of his pants makes you shift on your heels. Dropping his pants, the backs of his thighs and black boxers in your sight. Still, he respects your earlier requests of no funny business and he pulls on his new pants without a lingering second of sexual suggestion. 

Much to your dismay he keeps his shirt on. “It’s still really bad for you.” You whisper, changing your seating position— knees to your chest now, back against the headboard. Javier turns with a small smile on his face observing your things tossed on his floor. 

“Wanting things that are bad for you is healthy.” He murmurs, bending down with a soft groan. Folding his pants and placing them back in his suitcase. He looks up into your eyes, “So is wanting something that’s good for you. Makes us human.” He gets into bed with another grunt, old man. 

You nod, hands holding your knees. Feeling your wound throb. You bite back a wince. Javier’s eyes are on your knee the second he feels you next to him. Creased brow, he takes his big fingers around your wrist and reveals the injury to him. In an instant, he’s manhandling you, still delicate and considerate of your stinging knee. He moves your legs across his lap. “How’d you get this?” He thumbs the surrounding area, inside of your knee and you throb. More ways than one. 

“Fell in the subway.” 

He grumbles, stroking and soothing your skin. It’s so much contact in one moment. You’re overcome with the urge to cry and tell him that every time you’ve ever felt pain you wished he were there. Any tiny cut, any feeling hurt, you wished to come home to tell him about it and curse the world together. 

God bless you, you’re an honest drunk. 

“It was a brutal fall, ripped my stocking and bled all the way home. Then it was snowing so it was all dirty. You ever get hurt and realize you’re no better than a kid, like you just wish there were someone there to kiss it better. Or like wanting someone to rub and be like sana sana colita de rana.” You ramble, eyes on the way his hand covers your entire knee and the way his thumb works into your soft skin. You gaze trails back up to his face and his stunning side profile is what you’re met with. The arch of his nose, the thick hair above his pretty pout. You wanted to drag your lips across it all and claim him. 

His brow furrows, and you realize that may be its natural state. His free hand comes up and points at a tiny scar across the bridge of his nose. Eyes widening, you shove your face into his to get a view. Tip of your nose touching his cheek while you observe a new part of him. He chuckles. 

“I’ve been on scene for more raids than I can count. Usually it’s a shoot out.” Your chest tightens and you back your face away. “Dodging, frantic, whatever. But there was this one, where we had one of Escobar's sicarios cornered. Well I had him cornered. Really fucked up guy, got two pregnant women killed sort of fucked up. Anyway, I was tired, and angry. And I should have just detained him when I had the chance. But… I was the one who saw the bodies. I wanted to rough him up myself. And I did, but in the midst of it all he head butted me and—yeah. Cracked my nose. Had a small gash and was bleeding all the way down to my teeth.” His finger traces to his mustache.

 “Went back to my team, blood still pouring, drying on my mustache. In so much pain I could barely see. The adrenaline was so high so no one bothered to help me. I didn’t want to help me either, I just wanted to get the night done and over with. It was when I got home and dunked my face in cold water that I really wished I had someone there to take care of me.”

He frowns for a moment, not able to look you in the eyes. You both sit in silence and you digest it all. You knew—know, that your lives turned out very differently, you guess you haven’t even thought about how different. 

 Your frown isn’t momentary, your heart slows in your chest and you swear you don’t think. Maybe you can blame it on your drunkenness tomorrow. But you bring your pointer finger to the scar on his nose and he doesn’t flinch. The crease between his brow just flexes then smoothes out all together.

You rub the scar, and trail down the bump of his nose. You feel the slight crook that it must have left. You move again, grazing the tip, and landing on his mustache. The thing that used to brush against you, and at one point soaked his blood. His lip twitches when the tip of your nail brushes the soft skin of his cupid's bow. The pad of your finger presses against his lips and he cracks into a smile. One that’s more genuine than any he let out today. Maybe it’s because you’re both tipsy that he allows his eyes to crinkle and dimples to deepen. Your finger slipping and pressing to the cold surface of his teeth. 

You let your hand fall to his chest, “I wish I was there.” You admit in a whisper.

“I don’t.” His voice vibrates against your palm. 

You know what he means, and he knows you know what he means so he doesn’t rush to reassure you. You’re beyond need for that. “I know it was dangerous but I wish I was there to listen to you, wipe off your blood or whatever.” You whisper, doubling down. He huffs, he’s much more solid under your palm than he was a few years back. It must be tough work. You fight the urge to press your lips against the scar on his nose. 

“You would have been disgusted by the person I was there—the person I've become.” 

“No.” You mutter, you’ve already thought of all the horrible things he could have been doing and forgave him in your head years ago.

He shakes his head and grabs your wrist to move your hand onto your own lap. “I’ve killed people.”

“I know.”

“I fucked at least 2 hookers a week.”

He’s saying it like he wants you to run away or tell him he isn’t good enough, that he’s not the same person. Does he want you to snarl in his face and be angry? It seems like he must have forgotten the type of person you are. “Was it a different one each time?” You ask so maybe you cared more than you’d like to believe. 

“It was the same four women.” He burns a hole through the wall with his gaze. He couldn’t even look at you. 

“What were their names?”

He snaps to look at you, eyes roving around your face. Utter confusion between his brow. “Do you want me to hurt your feelings?”

“What did you think I was sitting with my legs crossed in New York City?” 

He quirks a brow for a moment, you see the smallest glimpse of jealousy in his eyes before he sits up right and smirks. “Julia, Camila, Daniela and Dulce.”

You nod, “I’m hooking up with my colleague.” 

He tightens his lips, “Alright.”

You chuckle dryly, tilting your head. “Does that bother you?”

Javier shrugs, “No but unlike you I rather not hear about my exes sexual whereabouts” 

Your eyes drop to your lap at that. Tiredness creeping in to protect you from the danger that is speaking to Javier so late in the night. You hated that, “I never thought we’d ever be exes.”

It's silent again, you can almost hear Chucho snoring down the hall. How is it Christmas already, how is he here? How, why the fuck are you in his bed. “I don't typically go into relationships thinking we’re going to be exes.”

“I never thought we’d even be together.” You whisper the confession. Sometimes, she creeps through, who you were ten years ago. Insecure and unsure of everything when the answers are right on display for you. Javier's body is much closer to you this time, sneaking his chin on your shoulder. Lips grazing your jaw. It sobers you up, you bring your hand to the back of his head. Cradling him, while he presses slow kisses to your jaw. Lips just as soft. Your eyes flutter shut, “This is such a bad idea.” 

“Why?” He gravels out. His adams apple rolling against your shoulder. 

“Because we’re going to end up fucking.”

His teeth grazes your neck, “Would that be so bad?” He slows down, nosing your chest, with hands coming to your waist. Like he’s ready to pull you into his lap at any moment. 

You don't want him to stop, the way he’s moving is all that you've craved for years. His shirt thin on your skin, he’s all opened mouth–inching toward your peaked nipples through the shirt. Threatening to mouth away at your breast. His large hands move from your waist, up, up to your breasts. Holding the weight of them, palms covering it all, he inspects it like it's his job. He looks up at you through his brows. Your mouth is open, unable to speak. “Huh Andrea?” He teases. A smirk twitching the edges of his mustache. 

Your mouth dry, you lick your lips and snap out of it. “We can’t kiss.”

He takes it as a go ahead, and it is. He kneads at your chest, palm grazing against your nipples and causing your legs to part. “Can I touch you like this?” It's husky and mocking, the way he’s already done it without asking. It's pathetic the way you’re allowing all of this to happen before you even have a serious conversation about everything that went down. You nod. 

“We can’t kiss–oh.” He lifts the shirt and attaches his wet mouth to your bare breasts. You moan, toes curling. “We can’t fuck.”

“I'm clean.” He mumbles against your breasts.

“Me too-that's not why–Javi…” Your breath catches in your throat when his free hand grabs a handful of your inner thigh. He’s like a starved man, you, a delicious meal out in front of him, prepared for devouring. Your hand comes to cover his. Moving with him while he moves up the inside of your thigh.

“Why not?” The both of you are staring at your hands conjoined, slipping dangerously close to the gusset of your panties. His eyes flick up to you but your mouth is agape and distracted by the closeness of him, about how he smells the same, how everything feels like before. Why is it so easy to fall back into him, why was it so hard to resist. 

Because it’s too much, I’ll tell you I love you again. I’ll never leave. I will never let you leave. His pointer finger grazes then slips in between your panties and your cunt. You were destined to fail your attempt at self preservation. “Just…” You lean back fully and you can feel him heat up beside you. “Just touch me, make me forget.” You whisper. Legs spreading he takes his place, on his knees in the space you’ve made. His hands make no hesitation, he grips at your simple cotton fabric and pulls them off swiftly. He stares, hands on your knees. Eyes hooded and his length hardening before your eyes. Licking his lips, his brows furrow. 

“Que quieres olvidar?” It comes out low, whispered and strained. He knows that this means more than just two horny exes rekindling for a night. He knows this comes with years of pain, and bliss and confusion. Slightly toxic, beautifully romantic. He knows this could never be just two people having casual sex, he ignores it anyway and so do you. 

You shut your eyes for a moment 

“Summer.” 

Is all you can think of. It answers everything. Javier’s jaw tightens, you watch the word take meaning in his brain and he nods. Good thing we have all other seasons, he thinks out loud, beyond a whisper. You know he’s your one and only. He leans forward and flips his green shirt up the slightest. He presses two wet kisses to your belly and whispers words unheard before inching his lips right where he’s needed most. His bottom lip ghosts over your clit and your stomach pits. He cuts through his breath with his hot and heavy tongue flicking you. “Mnm” It’s one touch and you're reduced to whimpers of jumbled letters. His pretty lips kissing and sucking at your bare cunt. 

“Still…” He grunts, before licking again from your pulsing hole up to your clit that's doing just the same. “Still taste so good.” His southern drawl that he loved to hide creeps up in moments like this. Moments when your face is flush and your chin is quivering from pleasure and agony. Your legs are spread wide and you feel your bruised and cut knee sting but your senses are overloaded so the pain is close to non-existence. You squirm and he murmurs, stay fucking still, before swinging your good leg over his shoulder and continue his feast. 

His hot mouth moves to your labia, sucking just to make noise, and back to your cunt that's weeping for him to just put a little bit of him in. But no Andrea-no. You're making such a mess of his face you feel slightly sheepish. His eyes are closed and he’s in his element between your legs. Chin quivering, you want to hold him, he’s reminding you that sex is fucked if its not with him. Your hands fly to the mess of hair on his head. Tugging and moving him, you sit up slightly. Finding him rutting his hips against the bed below him and you feel for him. Your hands slip from the back of his head down to his broad back, taking advantage of the width of him. The hand that found its place holding your thighs in place reaches to your sensitive knot of nerves. 

Thumbing you and your body drops back down on the bed. Desperate to scream and moan his name, your shaky hand grabs a pillow from next to you. You stuff your face, and weep against it. “Javi–I’m going to come– oh god please.”

His moan vibrates against your core and he drives. Sloppy and rushed, he rubs you out while his tongue fucks you. On the silent Christmas night you whimper against a bitten pillow while Javier makes out with your pussy. “You're so close baby– did this pretty little cunt miss me?”

“It did–no one compares–oh!” You shriek but it's muffled. He lets your other leg go and slips two fingers inside of your unexpecting cunt. He’s relentless, finger fucking you knuckle deep while his tongues makes its deft movements against and it was enough. You're gushing all over his hands, he moans at the sight, smiling at the way you writhe and hold the pillow against your made up face. Hips twitching while he coaxes you with kisses on your stomach. “Easy…” He holds your belly with the wet hand, settling your twitching form down. You always come this way when it's him, embarrassing to you when you come down, completely out of control of your body for a few seconds. You toss the pillow, white with black streaks of your mascara. 

He’s kissing you all over, lifting your shirt– his shirt, kissing your hip bone, kissing below your breasts, your neck, your jaw, your cheek, eyelids and the corner of your mouth. 

You lay side by side. Sweating and unsure what happens next. You let the sound of his ceiling fan play out for a moment.

“I thought about you every day.” He speaks and it's gravelly. “Sometimes I’d see something so horrible or embarrassing and think only Andrea would understand– only she would laugh with me.”

Chest rising with a stutter, you're on the verge of a sob. “I pay ten dollars a month for a Colombian newspaper subscription because they have a DEA column.” Suppose it was time to be honest. “Every time I saw a bee I thought of you.”

He chuckles next to you, “C’mere” He whispers and you move immediately. Finding your head on his chest and your arm snaked on his waist. His large palm covers the back of your head. You’re in heaven. Complete bliss. How have you been so strong without him? “I’m not taking time off, I was fired and paid to not expose the DEA.”

You nod against him, not entirely shocked. You never really liked the idea of Javi– Javi, who has so much good to offer- selling his soul to government agencies. It was a selfless thing he did for a selfish system. “I have birds.” You giggle, not having a great follow up. He laughs with you, your cheek vibrating. 

“What in the world are we doing?”

You have no fucking clue. But you think you understand him now, the way he wanted all of you before he left for Colombia. The way he seemed selfish to others to keep you wrapped around his finger when he had a flight booked. 

Now it's you leaving, you’ve got that flight, you’ve got a life elsewhere, yet you can't help but keep him while you can. 

“Being selfish. Or at least I am.” 

“No.” His response is quick and cutting. “You can do whatever you want to me. You can leave tomorrow and I’ll be satisfied that you gave me a chance again.”

Your brows furrow and you don’t like that at all. You hate to hear your own thoughts out of his lips. You don't scold him for being honest. “I leave two days after New Year's Day.” It's so dark in the room, still you look up at him when you say and you see his face unmoved. 

“Stay here… for the week I mean.” He's desperate, holding onto you. You want to kiss him. “Cancel your hotel, bring your things here. You know this is your home.” 

 “Okay.” You nod instead, “I will.”

“Good.” He smiles in the dark, his teeth illuminating the perfection that is his face. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good.” He says it to himself.

“Can we keep being honest?”

“Yes. I had a picture you taped to my desk.” 

“Must have scared all of your sexy female co-workers away.” You grin. 

“Sure did, doing your job from countries away.”

“Hm.” You catalog all that he has missed in your head, thinking what to tell him next. “Do you know Whitney Houston?”

“Eh.” 

“Well…the week after we broke up. When Lorraine was staying with you, I listened to ‘Saving All My Love For You’ and cried like every day.”

“Andrea…” He groans teasingly like you’re hurting him. “What was the song about?” 

You burn bright red, “Being the other woman…”

“Oh please.” He grunts, holding you tight against him. You almost forget you're completely bare from the waist down. “No seas tan ridícula” He mutters against your head while kissing you aggressively there. 

“Let's just sleep before I embarrass myself some more please!”

“Mmm good idea. I was close to telling about jerking off in a storage closet because someone smelled like you.”

Your mouth drops wide and you slap his chest, “Javi!” 

“All right I’ll save it for a less… holy day.”

Right, good ol’ JC’s B-day. 

“Fuck… I was making a mess of your bed on our lord's day.”

He shrugs. It’s so easy to just fall back into everything when it’s him. Like four years haven’t passed. 

“Well, consider it a Christmas gift.” 

You chuckle, “Well Merry fucking Christmas.”

 “Maybe I do know how to be your friend in the winter Andrea.”

It's a whisper, like a prayer.

[kcwriter-blog]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Thanks @freesidexjunkie! I have only four works up on AO3 but I have more than a few WIPs so I'll choose one of those for the 5th. I'm terrible at explaining my thoughts behind stories. I just sort of write them? Here is my attempt at explaining them.

1. In Consultation With Spirits - At the start of All New Faded for Her, you can have a dialogue with Solas where he admits to having no friends. That set me to wondering where a man like him would go if he needed relationship advice. The Fade. I didn't think he would always seek those spirits out. Sometimes they would find him. I paired each stage of the romance with the spirit I felt he would most likely meet- Wisdom, Love and Regret.

2. And Yet - I've always had a soft spot for this piece. I wanted to write something from Solas' point of view reflecting on his guilt for getting involved with Lavellan and hurting her. I wanted it to be lyrical and dreamy like Solas, which is why the refrain "and yet" keeps popping up.

3. Cold Comfort - This story has gone through many iterations. It is also my first attempt at adding smut to a story. Whether or not the Inquisitor and Solas had sex was left open. I've always wondered what might cause Solas to cross that line. In his romance scenes he always seems to get himself under control before things can go too far. So, I felt it would have to be a very conscious decision on his part. I also liked the idea that Solas would be a very tender lover. This was what I came up with.

4. An Elf Walks Into a Tavern - Part 1 of Where Wolves Fear to Prey. I was fascinated by the idea of Theneras and Varric getting together to trash their exes. When it came to writing it though, I realized that Theneras' confused feelings about Solas would make her less likely to want to talk about him. The entire conversation between Varric and Theneras then became more about her avoiding the fact that she is still in love with Solas and not being very successful at it.

When Lovers Call in Dreams - This is a WIP. The third installment in my Where Wolves Fear to Prey series. It is post-Trespasser. In it my Lavellan, Theneras, confronts Solas in the Fade after an attempt on her life. I want to explore the jumbled feelings the pair have for each other and how those feelings might affect their actions going forward.

[harley-sunday]

Feels Like Home [Epilogue]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: None. Weird.

Word count: 3k

AN: Sorry for the long wait, bb’s. Life got in the way and- Ugh. Anyway. Here we are, the last part of this story. I hope you liked reading it all as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave a comment if you did :) ♥

Masterlist

"Danny, banana. Danny, bana-"

"Mate-" Daniel locks eyes with his best friend through the rear view mirror and shakes his head.

From the driver's seat Blake shrugs and grins, "What? Shi-" He catches himself just in time, no doubt also because of a whispered, "Blake!" coming from next to Daniel, and corrects himself quick enough for it not to reach a certain three-year-old's ears. "It's a catchy song, mate." Blake looks over his shoulder then, wiggling his eyebrows, "Right, El?"

Ellie nods in response, dancing in her car seat as she continues where Blake left off, "-na. Danny, banana. Danny, banana."

There's a stifled laugh coming from his left, followed by a hand on his knee, "Regretting bringing us along for the weekend yet?"

He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers effortlessly, before he brings them up to his mouth and places a kiss to the back of her hand, "Never."

They're on their way to the track, Blake driving the Ford pickup Red Bull arranged for them this weekend, Mia, one of the Red Bull PR girls, in the front seat and Daniel, her, and Ellie crammed in the backseat together. It's Friday, free practice day, and so there's no rush, not much on his schedule except a sit-down interview with Sky Sports later today, once the two practice sessions are over. 

Next to him Ellie keeps singing her song and when he looks at her she smiles up at him with her toothy grin, holding out her hand to him. He takes it and presses a kiss to the back of her hand the same way he did to her mum's a few moments ago, "You excited, bub?"

"Yep," Ellie says confidently even though Daniel's sure she has no idea what's about to happen. She leans forward and looks around him, at her mum, "Happy days."

On his other side she laughs and shakes her head, muttering a quiet, "Tell me your kid is hanging out with your boyfriend too much without telling me your kid is hanging out with your boyfriend too much."

Daniel doesn't say anything but an exciting mix of happiness and pride and love spreading inside his chest, pushing out the nerves that have been there all morning. Because it's one thing to be going to his home Grand Prix, but it's another thing to do so with her and Ellie by his side. 

It feels like only yesterday when he was in Abu Dhabi, confirming after weeks of speculation that yes, he would be returning to his former team, but at the same time so much has happened in the time he’s been home that it’s hard to believe it’s only been four months.

The farm- their farm now, ever since he asked her and Ellie to move in with him at the end of January- has seemed to come alive and feels more like a home than it ever did before. They moved the girls from Oscar’s farm to theirs early March because it would be a lot easier for them to look after six alpacas than it would be for her Granddad, who now only has Homer to worry about and can finally enjoy his retirement. 

Last week they spent some time with Blake, trying to figure out whether or not they should launch their relationship ahead of the Grand Prix but in the end she made the decision for them when, after another hour or so of discussing the pros and cons, she looked at him and Blake and simply said, "Why don't we just see what happens? It can't be that bad, right?”

Blake, bless him, wasted no time and started rattling of a list of reasons why it would be bad, why they needed a plan, why-

"I get that part," she said, reaching over the kitchen table and putting her hand on Blake's arm, "and I think it's good that we have something to fall back on once the news breaks, but- I just don't like the idea of an official statement, or orchestrating a 'candid'-" she air-quoted the word, "-moment with the press. I much rather just have it happen naturally, if that makes sense."

Daniel remembers nodding in agreement, "She has a point, mate.”

Blake had leaned back in his chair, pushing up his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose but then he dropped his shoulders and let out a resigned sigh and Daniel knew they had won Blake over, "Fine. I'll call Christian and Vicky and hear what they think.

Daniel told Christian about her, last November, in the few quiet hours before they announced his return to Red Bull. Christian hadn't said anything at first, just looked at Daniel the way he so often looked at Max, a softness there that Daniel hadn't quite known how to take until Christian clasped his shoulder and told him, his voice thick and laced with pride, "I'm really happy for you, Daniel. You- You more than anyone deserve this." 

And so he wasn’t surprised when Christian gave them the go-ahead.

They’re almost at the track now and when Daniel clears his throat, the nerves from earlier back in full force, he feels her squeeze his hand, like she knows exactly what he's feeling right now. He guesses that in a way she is. 

***

From the moment you arrive at the track it's hectic, Daniel and Blake leaving the car first in an attempt to give you and Ellie some respite from hundreds of the waiting fans. Mia stays with you, so she can escort you, in what everyone hopes will be relative peace, to the paddock once Max arrives in about five minutes. 

It's a carefully planned setup by Vicky who, more than anything else, was concerned about you and Ellie and promised she would try to make it as enjoyable as possible. Even if that meant you had to wait in the car for a few minutes so Max could act as a decoy.

Looking out of the window and seeing just how crazy people get when they see Daniel, you're glad you agreed. 

You're not sure if Vicky had anything to do with it but both Max and Sergio arrive at the track at the same time and with the fans' attention turned solely to the two Red Bull drivers, you make it to the team's garage without too much trouble. Mia not wearing any team gear but instead being undercover in her plain clothes definitely helped, you tell her with a wink once you're safely inside.

"I felt like I was on a secret mission," the young girl beams back at you. She nods then, "You guys have fun today."

"Thank you, Mia," you tell her with a warm smile that grows even wider when you see Daniel coming towards you.

"Hey you," he says, standing in front of you with his back towards the pitlane, effectively blocking you and Ellie from prying eyes. "All good?"

"All good," you confirm easily enough. 

He holds something out to Ellie then, looking extremely pleased with himself, "Here you go, bub. You have to put these on when the cars start to make loud noises, ok?"

Ellie takes the headphones from him, looking at Daniel with wide eyes.

"Oh wow, Ellie," you say as you pinch her cheek with your free hand. "Danny got you pink headphones, huh? How cool!"

"Thank you, Danny," Ellie says, leaning forward in your arms so she can press a kiss to Daniel's cheek.

Daniel smiles widely at Ellie before he grabs something off the counter next to you, "I got you a pair as well."

"Momma, look!" Ellie holds up hers, "The same!"

You smile, "Yeah, we're matching, bub. How very awesome."

"So free practice starts in an hour or so, do you want to grab something to eat first?" Daniel's rocking back and forth on his feet and you can tell he's getting a little nervous again. It’s the only downside of not having an official moment scheduled, you’ve come to realise, because it’s completely out of your hands and it’s just one big waiting game until someone spots you together and runs with it. 

You try to give Daniel your best reassuring smile, "Sounds great." Taking Ellie's headphones from her, you put them, and yours, in the large tote bag that's hanging from your shoulder before you move Ellie to your other hip, "Lead the way, Ricciardo."

Daniel nods towards the back of the garage and when you turn around he puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a maze of corridors that lead back to the paddock and the Red Bull hospitality. 

Before you've crossed over though, Ellie starts wriggling in your arms and it isn't until you see a familiar face coming your way that you understand why. Ellie tries to push herself free and so, once he's close enough, you set her down and watch as she wobbles over to, "Uncle Mikey!"

Michael's entire face lights up and he squats down just in time to catch her, picking her up and laughing when she presses a wet kiss to his cheek, "Hello Miss Ellie. How you going?"

"Uncle Mikey," Ellie repeats, a little quieter this time, letting her head rest against his shoulder with a content sigh.

Michael nods to the driver who's standing next to him, "Go on, mate. I'll catch up with you in a bit, yeah?"

Yuki nods and gives Ellie a quick wave, "Bye."

A few heads have turned your way but then you greet Michael with a warm hug, Daniel keeping his distance, and it seems people lose interest rather quickly, probably thinking you're here for the Alpha Tauri trainer instead of Red Bull's reserve driver. Ellie, bless her, helps by babbling incessantly about whatever she deems interesting enough, as if she hasn't just seen him last Sunday when he was over for dinner with Nathalie and Blake. 

Michael listens intently but nods towards Red Bull's hospitality and so you follow him to where he stops in front of the sliding doors, thankful for the escort. When there's a lull in Ellie's stories, Michael takes it as his cue to hand her back to you, but not before promising he'll catch up with you later this weekend. 

Daniel reappears then, and together you head inside. The room is full of Red Bull employees enjoying their lunch but none of them seem to pay you any mind and it's then you remember a brief was sent out by the team earlier this week, where it was mentioned you and Ellie would be joining Daniel this weekend, effectively introducing you to the crew. 

There is someone waving at you from the other side of the room and so Daniel gently pushes you forward to where Blake is sitting. Without hesitating Blake pushes his chair back so he can take Ellie from you, bouncing her on his knee as you hang your bag on the back of a chair and sit down. Ellie's giggles quickly fill the room and you can't help but smile by how at ease she is.

"Well, hello,"

You look up and see Christian joining your table, giving Daniel a hug before he turns to you. Standing up you're ready to shake his hand but find yourself being pulled into a hug instead.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Christian says when he lets go of you, one hand still on your arm. He nods to Daniel then, a mischievous grin on his lips, "This one wouldn't shut up about you."

You let out a laugh at the way Daniel's cheeks redden and smile at Christian, "Surprisingly enough we talked a lot about you on our first date, so I guess that makes two of us."

Christian chuckles and nods at Daniel, "I can see why you like her so much." He turns to Blake and Ellie then, "And who is this lovely lady?"

"Bit weird of you to call Blake that," Daniel pipes up with a grin, "but I'm sure he doesn't mind the compliment."

You shake your head at Daniel, trying to not laugh at the way Blake gives him one of his better scowls, and pick up Ellie, "This is my daughter Ellie."

"Hello Ellie," Christian says, giving her knee a gentle squeeze. "Don't you look just like your mum."

Ellie studies Christian for a second, her little eyebrows knitted together as she tries to decide whether she likes him or not, but then she grins widely, "Danny go racing."

"Not this weekend, bub," Daniel explains from next to Christian. "Some other time maybe."

Christian leans closer to Ellie then and whispers, loud enough for you and Daniel to hear, "Definitely some other time, sweetheart."

***

She and Ellie watch both the first practice session from inside Max’s side of the garage, while Daniel is on the pit wall, trying to concentrate but catching himself looking over his shoulder every couple of minutes to see if they’re still ok. He spots Brad, Max’s trainer, chatting to Ellie animatedly towards the end of the session and feels a little more at ease, once again reminded how fiercely loyal and protective everyone in the Red Bull family is. 

Once free practice is over he starts to head back inside where he finds Ellie admiring the lion on top of the helmet Max is showing her.

“It is of course not like a real lion, Ellie,” Max tells her as he traces the lines with his finger, “but it looks like one don’t you think?” 

“Danny, look!” Ellie says when she spots him and points to Max’s helmet, “It’s a lion.”

“It’s sure is, bub,” Daniel agrees with a smile, picking up Ellie then when she holds out her arms to him. When she rests her head against his shoulder he hugs her closer, still amazed by how much it means that she trusts him so much.

Max looks at him a little strange and Daniel half expects him to crack a joke but instead he claps Daniel’s back and gives him a kind smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” 

“Yep.”

Daniel watches as she says her goodbyes to Max, not surprised when his teammate returns the hugs she gives him without hesitating. When she turns back to Daniel she smiles, “I like him.” 

“Good.” Daniel chuckles, “I like him too most of the time.” Ellie lets out a yawn then and Daniel presses a kiss to the top of her head, “You tired, bub?”

Ellie shakes her head but another yawn betrays her.

She runs her hand through her daughter’s hair and smiles, “It’s a long day, huh bub?”

Daniel smiles apologetically, “I can have someone take you back to the hotel if you want?”

“Oh, no, that’s ok,” she says. She nods towards Ellie then, “She’d never forgive me if we left early but-” she looks around, “-if we could find somewhere quiet, maybe?”

“Say no more,” Daniel says and uses his free hand to guide her to the back of the garage and into the maze of corridors that ultimately leads them to a conference room that he hopes still has a comfortable couch in it like it used to do when he first was with the team. It does.

“Perfect,” she tells him with a smile as she sits down at an angle, one leg folded in front of her. She leans in and takes Ellie’s shoes off, the little girl already fast asleep in Daniel’s lap. She looks up at him then, “You sure you don’t have anywhere else to be?”

“Nah.” Daniel shakes his head and leans in to give her a kiss, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.” 

***

“Daniel, after four years you’re back to where it all started for you, back at Red Bull,” Nathalie looks up at him and smiles. “Are you happy to be back?”

“I am,” Daniel agrees easily enough, leaning back in his chair. You can tell he’s at ease, no nervous tapping of his foot or biting the skin around his nails, and you know it’s because he and Nathalie are good friends and he knows he won’t push anything. You watch as he nods to where the Red Bull garage is, “It feels good, you know? They’re family.” 

Nathalie nods, “Christian told us you’ll probably be at eight races this year, Melbourne being the first, are you ok with being around the paddock but not being able to drive? Do you miss it?”

“Of course I miss it but-” Daniel sits up a little, as if he wants to get his point across, “-I know I still need some time. These past few months- Without the pressure of having to prepare for a season, you know, it’s- It’s been good. I’m in a much better headspace now and I think if we can keep this up for the next couple of months-” He shrugs, “Who knows what might happen.”

“Would you say you’re happier now than you were at Renault and McLaren? Even though you’re not driving-”

“Oh definitely,” Daniel answers without hesitating. “It feels like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.”

Nathalie smiles, “You seem more relaxed than when we last spoke in Abu Dhabi last year- Would you say the longer winter break helped with that?” 

“Amongst other things,” Daniel says with a grin, making Nathalie shake her head. 

“I heard something about you being an alpaca farmer now,” Nathalie teases, as if she didn’t come by after Jeddah for a two-day visit where she spent most of her time cuddling the girls. And Ellie. 

“You heard correct,” Daniel shoots back, smiling widely.

“You are a man of many talents, Daniel,” Nathalie says as she throws him a wink. “Amazing.” She clears her throat then, “So is it safe to say you’re in a good place right now? That you’re happy?”

Daniel nods, “Yep.” 

“Why?”

Daniel looks past Nathalie at you and Ellie, locking eyes with you as he smiles and says, “I’ve got everything I need right here.” 

“Yes?”

“Yeah.” Daniel looks back at Nathalie, “I’m home.” 

[bereft-of-frogs]

I have a whole bunch of things to do and a rough draft I should be working on, but instead here's an absurd night of the fire theory (with admittedly, a few holes):

I think the night of the fire starts with the Jedi split up. The remaining trailer footage is a few scenes of just Sol and Indara together, and the fight between Kelnacca and Torbin. So they start divided for some reason, and then Aniseya casts a spell to enchant at least Kelnacca, or the both of them, and make them fight. There's the trailer shot of all of the witches having blacked-out eyes, so I think she's either drawing on them for the spell or they're all casting it together?

(bunch of holes: what makes them decide to split up/return to the fortress, what happens between Aniseya and the rest of the coven, why does she cast the spell)

Sol and Indara realize something is wrong and go to the fortress themselves. Sol steps into the fight (Kelnacca vs Sol trailer footage) while Indara traces the origin of the spell back to Aniseya. She confronts her to get her to stop -- with Mae watching.

Mae seems to not think her mother's power is a huge deal (if you watch the first confrontation, she looks delighted when Aniseya casts the spell on Torbin the first time, like it's a harmless game) so she considers her mother to be 'unarmed' ('The Jedi don't attack the unarmed'/'yes you do') but the Jedi do take it seriously (Torbin looked pretty upset afterward), so Indara considers Aniseya to be 'armed'. Eventually Indara feels the need to kill her to stop the spell ('A Jedi only pulls her weapon if she's prepared to kill') -- but what she doesn't realize is that's going to rebound and kill the entire coven (the moment Osha hears where they all scream above her).

I think Koril survives, maybe she wasn't involved with the spell, (too conspicuously missing from the pile of bodies) and comes back to attack the Jedi in a rage for killing Aniseya (trailer shot of her lunging at someone) and their confrontation results in the reactor getting tripped and the larger fire starting. (Wouldn't be surprised if Mae does drop the lantern --perhaps being distracted by hearing the start of Indara and Aniseya's fight, and rushing off to witness that -- and DOES start the smaller fire that traps Osha in her room but the Jedi vs witches confrontation is responsible for the larger one that destroys the whole fortress)

So the guilt is spread more or less evenly. Kelnacca and Torbin feel guilty for being mind controlled/attacking each other/the reason Indara had to kill Aniseya, Sol potentially for starting the fire. My main rebuttal for a lot of the 'Indara is a Sith/Indara premeditates a massacre and the others' guilt is for failing to stop her' theories is...there's no reason to lie if only one party is uniquely evil or at fault. If it is just one person and they all feel THAT guilty...they'd just tell the Order, I can't see all four being willing to lie for just one person, it seems like a collective thing.

And the splitting up part is important because I think only Torbin and Kelnacca experience the mind control/spell thing. Indara and Sol are more functional 16 years later because even if they have regrets and guilt over what happened, they were adults and they were 'in their right minds', so can own up to their decisions. But having your sense of self overridden might lead to being more haunted ('...he gets inside your head and stays there') and unable to move on, leading Kelnacca to his exile and obsession with the coven symbol, and Torbin to take the Barash Vow (especially if he thinks it's his fault that Indara felt the need to kill Aniseya, and chain-reaction wipe out the rest of the coven)

Especially because I think the Barash Vow is going to end up being more about that trauma of having your sense of self violated and your connection to the Force broken in some way. The only other time we've seen the Barash Vow in practice in this era (...aside from the actual Barash herself plot which, I'll be real, every time that came up in the last two books I was like 'Porter, babe, I love you but there is SO much else going on, I do NOT have the space to unpack this right now...') is Dez at the end of Into the Dark. And Dez objectively did nothing really wrong except be a bit impulsive and get himself stuck in a bad situation. What the Drengir make him do is clearly not his fault. But he chooses to take the Vow because 'the cracks are still showing' with his connection to the Force.

(Side note: do we think Dez will ever come back? I'm inclined to say probably not or else he'd have been namedropped again by now but honestly I'd rather have him come back in than Cohmac. But alas. I don't think there's really much left for Dez, character-arc wise, and there's a whole lot left on the table for Cohmac, with the way he just....noped out of there (sigh). So out of the two of them Cohmac's more likely to show back up in the Reath-focused books. But. What's Dez doing tho?)

I'm not 100% sure how this connects to my last bit of the theory: that everyone knew Mae was alive and purposefully left her behind for some reason. Indara and Torbin are 0% surprised that Mae is still alive, and Sol is getting to the point of 'doth protest too much', especially after Vernestra got upset with him after the meeting (Sol & Elzar could form a 'getting justifiably read to filth by Vernestra Rwoh' support group if they were alive at the same time), and all the stuff he's hiding.

Also suspect: Sol's line 'there's nothing back there' on the ship at the end of the episode, when Osha wants to go back. Maybe he did know something was back there, a living Mae, maybe also Koril, but they thought it was easier for Osha to think her sister was dead and not have to make this choice. Maybe they've made some deal (all the stuff about the Stranger trying to prompt Sol into remembering him) to each take one of the twins and lie about the other being dead (the Stranger also is not surprised that Osha is alive, while Mae is shook), and this is the true Parent Trap moment lol XD

I genuinely don't know how seriously I mean that last point because truly I'm like 'lol they did a Parent Trap that would be so silly' but also....yeah I think they might have done a Parent Trap...

*admittedly all quotes are paraphrased from memory, I can go back and add the book quote about Dez's decision later because I can just CTRL-F in my kindle app but I probably shouldn't take the time to scrub through confirming show quotes lol, I really have SO much to do today. I said this last week too. I'm really going to push through this rough draft this afternoon I promise.

ETA:

Ok, NOW I'm going to go clean my apartment and work on what I actually want to be working on, theory exorcised from my brain for now

[adampage]

Post-Elite Reunion

Characters: Hangman Adam Page, Adam Cole, the Elite. Dark Order mention.

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Hangman needs a moment. Cole can't help himself.

Author's Note: Reunion highs are short-lived and the angst is fucking real.

It had been a night of epic highs. The pop of the crowd when Hangman returned, the swelling in his chest when he affirmed himself as a member of the Elite again for the first time in four years. The sweet moment when they went off the air and it was just him, his boys, and the crowd, for the first time in a long time.

He was happy, again. He felt whole. Complete.

It didn’t hit him until he’d taken a piss break - come back, realized Kenny knew about the Nod, forgave them - just how much he’d gone through in the past four years without them. How much pain and suffering and heartache he’d dealt with, not just in their absence, but in his own.

The high began to crash down around him, and he knew he needed a moment alone.

Nick and Matt were chattering happily to each other, backpacks and suitcases in tow, ready to find the nearest Wendy’s and fuck shit up, when Hangman held back. Kenny was a few paces ahead of him, and he stopped immediately when Hangman stopped walking. He gave him an inquisitive look, but he didn’t ask.

Softly, Hangman spoke. “I’ll…catch up with you guys in a few. I need a few minutes.”

“You sure?” Nick said. “We can wait up if you want.”

Matt watched him like a momma bear. Worried. Unsure. His hands held tightly to his backpack so he wouldn’t reach out to touch Hanger’s arm. He wondered silently to himself if Hangman was already regretting his decision to come back to them. Wondered what, in the span of an hour or so, he’d done to screw this up.

Hangman forced a small smile. “I’m good, really. Just. Need a second. Go on.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Kenny’s voice pulled Matt out of his silent panic, the gentle nudge at his arm careening his legs forward to walk away.

They hopped in the rental, Brandon meeting them with a happy grin. “Right, let’s go fuck up a Wendy’s!”

Matt looked out the window, watching Hangman’s shoulders sag deeply as he walked back inside the arena.

Hangman found a dark corner and sat there, head between his legs. He tried to breathe, in through his nose, out through his mouth, but it was getting more and more difficult with the tears threatening to flow from his eyes. (Er, his one good eye.)

He was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t even realize that someone had appeared in the dark and sat down next to him, until he felt the heat of the stranger’s warmth next to his body.

Adam Cole was the warmest person he knew.

Which was. A genuine surprise, given how he’s died before.

“So…back in the Elite, huh?” he asked, and somehow, it made Hangman shiver. It was baffling to him how warm Cole could be, and yet every word out of his mouth always felt like a numbingly cold dagger to his heart. Maybe the only symptom of Cole’s death was that his words could kill.

“Yeah,” Hangman choked out, wiping at his eye before pulling himself from between his own legs. “Yeah, sure am.”

Cole let a long pause play out between them. Hangman leaned his head back against the wall, looking as far up as he could.

“Are you happy?” Cole asked, when the silence had grown very deep and Hangman had almost gotten used to it.

The smile that spread across Hangman’s lips was real. It was real because it happened without him even knowing. Cole’s blue eyes watched it for any sign of weakness, and he couldn’t find any.

“I am happy,” Hangman whispered, pulling his legs a little closer and settling his head on them, so he could look at Cole and show him he meant it. Because he did, and he wanted someone to know. Cole was here, and he knew him better than most. “More than I’ve been in…a while.”

Cole looked away from his smile, finally. Ran his tongue across his lips and bit down on his lower lip. He ran a hand through his hair, and Hangman noticed him take a deep breath.

“That’s really too bad,” Cole started, and these were not the words Hangman was expecting at all. “Because you being happy…it came at a price, you know.”

A deep, heavy stone settled in the pit of Hangman’s stomach, and his mouth went dry. Confused, he searched for an explanation. “What - what does that even mean-?”

“You’re not a very good friend, are you?” Cole asked. Dagger. “You can’t ever be friends with more than one group of people at the same time, huh?” After dagger. “You always find a way to unburden yourself so that you only have to worry about a few people at a time.” After dagger.

Hangman couldn’t even breathe. Every nerve in his body had tensed.

“You always find a way to do the least amount of emotional work.”

Hangman swallowed.

“When are you going to learn?”

His nose flared at the words. Familiar to him. When are you going to learn, Hangman? When are you going to learn?

Cole scoffed. “You hurt the Dark Order, man. They're upset.”

That stung.

Cole continued. “Have you even texted them? Talked to them?”

Hangman couldn’t say anything. Because he hadn’t. Hadn’t said a word. But he was beginning to feel something else, as well. Because who was Adam Cole to tell Hangman what being a bad friend was?

“I guess the Elite is still the same. Selfish assholes who don’t give a shit who they hurt. And they’re gonna bring you down with them. Again.” Dagger through the heart.

“You know what? That’s enough,” Hangman started, “because who the hell are you to tell me what a good fucking friend is?” He gazed at Cole with his good eye, the wrath clear upon his face. If Cole was going to hurt him, he wasn’t going to be the only one.

Cole looked away, jaw set.

“You tried to kill Nick, keep Kenny out of the country, and for what? So you could be the de-facto leader?” Hangman rolled his eyes. “And when you couldn’t do it with us, you went somewhere else and did it with another group of people who would follow you to the ends of the earth because they couldn’t see how fucked up you really are.”

He couldn’t believe Hangman would say that. That’s not true, Cole wanted to say. They knew how fucked up I was. How fucked up you made me. They didn’t care. They loved me anyway.

Cole began to protest, but Hangman cut him off. “And then they followed you here, you tried to do the same thing with Matt and Nick, and when you realized they were never gonna trust you the way they trust me, you got rid of them.”

“At least I know what to do with people who won’t ever trust me,” Cole said, calmly as he could. His entire body was vibrating with anger, but he wouldn’t let Hangman see it. “At least I know who to drop. I know who’ll have my back no matter what, but you choose to surround yourself with snakes.” Cole got up, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.

Hangman was looking down at the floor, irate.

Cole kicked at Hangman’s boot, forcing the cowboy to look at him. “If you think they trust you, you’re wrong.” He glared at him. “But that wasn’t what I came to say. You have some apologies to make.”

At this, the cowboy’s eye softened. His brow dipped low.

“You better make them, before it comes back to bite you in the ass.”

As Cole walked away, Hangman cleared his throat. It didn’t help, because his words came out like gravel. “Say hi to Roddy for me.” He’d meant it to hurt. Cole didn’t feel it.

“Apologize. Before they become your next problem.”

It was after midnight before Hangman walked through the doors of the nearest Wendy’s.

The boys popped when they saw him, and a grin broke out over his face.

“Hanger, we didn’t know what you wanted, so we kinda got you a little bit of everything.”

He sat down, dropped his backpack on the chair next to him.

Matt was the first to ask. “Everything good?”

“What?” Hangman said, before understanding the question. “Uh, yeah, I’m good, just. Got a little overwhelmed.” He pulled a fry from Matt’s pile. “Fuck, I miss carbs.”

He listened to the sound of the boys’ laughter, but all he could think about was the burning on his thigh. The phone in his pocket.

When he finished his first chicken sandwich, he pulled it out. Looked at his Dark Order group chat. All the gray bubbles that he’d missed. That he didn’t answer.

Goddamn it, Cole.

He typed out a reply.

I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you guys. I have a lot to say. Hopefully I see you soon.

He thought about it. But it was stupid.

Hangman deleted the text.

He looked up to find Matt watching him with his deep brown eyes.

Unfortunately, now, Matt’s eyes reminded him of someone else’s, too.

[antihibikase2]

Reupload of the N's Castle Confrontation fic I posted in my main blog last year.

The air is heavy and cold, as the party of Truth continues onwards to the heart of the castle.

Hilda's Mandibuzz flaps away the icy mist, one that started forming the deeper they went. Bianca's Chandelure guided the way masterfully with her wisps, and the trio held hands as they stepped into the unknown.

"Beebles," Hilbert looks at his friend worriedly. "You sure they didn't hurt you?"

Bianca gives him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand. "You worry too much, Hilloo! I'm fine, see?"

On times like these, her optimism was a gift. Anxious as they may be, Bianca's idealism doesn't waver in the slightest.

Hilda, similarly, squeezes Hilbert's hand. Though her gaze is tense, she's able to easily overcome her own nervousness at the reassurance of Bianca.

"We'll be alright," she says. "All of us. You, me, Beebles, and Cheri."

Cheri who wasn't here right now. Cheri who was taken.

They'll be okay, Hilbert thinks.

But there's a sinking feeling in his stomach, one that he gets when he attempts to lie.

Once the trio made their way out of the fog, they're greeted by an audience of Team Plasma grunts lining the hall, still and almost solemn.

From the top of the staircase, N sits on his throne, sisters by his side. At the sight of the trio, ever so quickly, Anthea gives them a warm smile while Concordia waves her hand.

Ghetsis and Rood stand at the foot of the staircase; one mad with glee and the other almost regretful in his scowl.

They stop in their tracks. Chandelure and Musharna hover by Bianca's side, while Mandibuzz and Simisear prepare for an ambush. Hilbert's Pokemon rattle from inside their Pokeballs, radiating an unfamiliar heat.

No one speaks until Zinzolin, from another part of the room, makes his way to the center. Though his smile seems composed, he shines with a malice that none of them could begin to describe.

Hilda's fingers press against Hilbert in a manner of one, two, three.

She doesn't have a good feeling about this; and Hilda was usually right in her assumptions.

"The Hero, The Warrior, and The Scholar of Truth," Zinzolin says with his arms spread. "Has come to join us."

Bianca's cheeks puff in indignance, about to give him a piece of her mind, but she stops herself when she notices Hilbert tense.

"Hilbert," she says quietly. "It's alright. Stay calm. Don't lose your heart."

He nods, though his gaze maintains fixated on the man before them.

His speech is lengthy, and Hilbert's increasing anxiety builds up to the point he can barely hear a word. He catches something about the twin princes, their party, their journey..

And he mentions a character that has never been mentioned before.

"As we have gathered here today to witness the decisive battle between Truths and Ideals," Zinzolin says, finally clearing Hilbert's head from the thick fog that crept up in his ears. "Let us not forget an important aspect to this legendary tale."

The Shadow Triad appears from behind him as he says those words, carrying what appeared to be a large box.

..no, wait.

"A glass coffin?" Bianca cocks her head.

"Looks creepy," Hilda shudders. "You two, be ready."

The glass coffin, with a swirling blue mist from inside, is gently lowered into the floor.

From the looks of it, not even N was informed about this turn of events. His hands are on the sides of his throne, but he leans forward in slight interest, trying to make sense of the display before him.

Zinzolin's Cryogonal makes a haunting noise by his side, and with a single swirl of its icy body, the mist inside the body dissipates, along with the thick fog from behind them.

Once the clouds have disappeared and Hilbert takes a second to regain his bearings, he feels Hilda's hand, slightly colder now, pressing his palm anxiously in one, two, three, four, five-

Bianca shrieks.

Hilbert opens his eyes, steadying to see the truth presented before him.

And what he sees is his best friend, Cheren, inside the glass coffin, hands on his chest and eyes shut.

His panic and anxiety is replaced by something else.

One akin to a burning flame.

There are slight murmurs in the crowd, uneasy and terrified as they are, but are hushed immediately by Rood's commanding presence. N's calm demeanor immediately changes, and he attempts to climb from his throne, only to be stopped by his sisters.

"What," N gasps out. "What is this?"

"My king, though your excellence has enabled you to wake the legendary dragon of Ideals without fail," Zinzolin has a smile that Hilbert wants nothing more than to punch. "It seems The Hero of Truth is still immature and unaccepting of his role."

"Indeed," Ghetsis speaks up, looking amused, that mad grin on his face stretching by each passing second. "But not to worry, that is why we have decided to assist his party. By all means, we want a fair fight, don't we?"

Hilbert's mind is spinning.

Questions flood his head and tears threaten to form in the corner of his eyes. He tries to speak, tries to move, but none of them work.

Hilda, hand still in his, is the first to break the silence amongst their trio. "Hey," her legs start to shake as she struggles to maintain calm at the sight before her. "What is all this? What are you talking about?"

In the second of silence that passes them, Hilda's voice gets louder, a rage unlike any other.

"What did you do?!"

All while Bianca, attempting to keep true to her hopes, starts stammering out pieces of the legend she has gathered in her journey.

"The Hero of Truth," her gaze is fixated on the coffin. "Was accompanied by his three companions throughout their journey," she can't look away from Cheren's body. "The Warrior, The Scholar, and.."

She thinks of the implications. She thinks of their first steps. She thinks of Hilda's strength, her own journey to find the truth, and Hilbert's newfound goal of stopping Team Plasma.

"The Heart."

From inside her bag, the Light Stone entrusted to her by Hilbert starts to shake.

With a smile, Zinzolin steps aside as one of the Shadow Triad opens up the coffin.

Hilbert keeps staring. At the coffin, at Cheren, at the half-eaten apple that was in his palms-

"Yes, The Heart. A befitting offering for Reshiram's Chosen."

An offering.

An offering to Reshiram's Chosen.

Hilbert himself was presented with the gift of his best friend's dead body.

The Light Stone gets warmer, Hilda begins to crumble, Bianca is about to collapse, and Hilbert feels his grip on reality loosening.

Don't lose your heart, don't lose your heart, don't lose-

But the very repetition of those words is his breaking point.

He lets go of Bianca and Hilda's hands, his feet carrying him closer to his best friend.

His Pokemon emerge from their balls without command, Emboar and Simipour by his side while Cinccino climbs his shoulder.

From N's sight, he sees the ghostly form of flames seep from within Hilbert's body, almost forming wings at his back.

The rage of the Hero of Truth finally comes out in the form of a growl, one that Bianca has never heard her childhood friend do.

"Team Plasma," The smoke that comes out from within him is not from Emboar, as he completely discards what was asked of him by his mother, by Bianca, and by Cheren at the start of their journey.

Don't lose your heart.

"I'll make you pay!"

[cookinguptales]

Hello! I'm going through a couple things right now, but do the cards have any insight in matters of the heart? I'm trying to figure out what I really want out of my relationship with a specific person and keep going in circles. Either way, a reading is always good fun! (Sorry if this is too specific)

For music, I've been listening to Therefore You and Me by si-o

I wish you the loveliest of days <|:]

I'll do my best!

Therefore You and Me (si-o)

(Ten of Swords, Judgment, Four of Cups)

Oh dear... Well. I'm not going to lie to you. They're not great cards.

Almost all tarot cards, even when they speak of destruction, have a glimmer of hope to them. I think the Ten of Swords might be the only exception to that rule. There is a sense of deep finality to this card, and this ending is paired with pain, sadness, betrayal, and regret. It is a card of utter defeat, and it's probably my least favorite to see in a spread.

The only good thing about the Ten of Swords is that it gives you a chance to come to terms with what has happened. There is often a sense of self-pity or denial that comes with this card; understandable, considering that something has just come to a very painful end. But this card calls on you to understand what has happened -- and that it is done. And now that it's done, it's time to move on.

It gives you permission to grieve, but tells you that nevertheless you must acknowledge what happened and keep going. You've been thrown down and stabbed in the back and you'll need to heal... but you can't just stay down there on the ground, okay?

Next we have Judgment. I think a lot of people mix up Judgment and Justice. Judgment isn't about being judged as good or bad. It's judgment as in discernment, or perhaps a sort of Final Judgment. The idea is that you are at the end of a journey of self-discovery and now you're learning who you finally are. You are ascending to a higher form of yourself. You're finally starting to understand who you are, what you want, and what you're good at. It's not a bad place to find yourself in after a disaster like the Ten of Swords described. Like... maybe the worst has happened, but at least you've learned some important lessons about what you really need. Or... you know, it could even be the other way around. You've had revelations about what you want, what you need, and what you can do... and that's leading you to realize that the environment you were in was not serving you as well as you'd hoped.

Either way, I think the best thing you can do here is do some self-reflection and figure out yourself before you make any decisions on your relationships. Because make no doubt, Judgment also tends to imply that you're about to have to make a decision, a really important one. You will not be able to go back, and it will have long-reaching repercussions. So be very careful what you choose.

Finally, we have the Four of Cups. This is another card about decisions. You find yourself with a lot of choices right now, and none of them feel right. It's not an enviable place to be, honestly. But you do have at least a little bit more time. Now is the time to really meditate on what you really want. And once you've done that, you might find that one of these choices is actually exactly what you need.

Or you might find that none of them are right for you. And it's okay to walk away from them and wait for something that feels right.

It's not for me to know, really. All I can advise is to take a little bit of time to really understand your past, your damage, what you want now, and what you need.

Don't settle for good things or bad things if they're not what you need. And good luck. I can see that this one's gonna be tough. 💜

[middleagerunblog]

XLIV.

Yesterday was the second of three prep races, a 10K this time, the Viking 5K, 10K & Half Marathon in DeBary, FL.

It was a small race, only 28 participants, I was one of 8 doing the 10K, only 2 were doing the half, the rest were doing the 5K. I don't see the results posted yet, but based on what I could tell, I likely finished 1st or 2nd place of the 10K participants. This isn't saying much as of the other 7 doing the 10K, only 4 were men, 2 of whom were older than me, 1 my age, 1 younger.

But I wasn't going for time per se, that is, if I can do an 8 min/mi pace 5K and am shooting for a 9 min/mi half marathon, I probably ought to be able to do an 8:30 min/mi 10K.

Instead, I wanted to practice my pacing strategy, or at least practice my build up to pacing strategy. So I was aiming for mile 1 at 10 min/mi, 2 at 9:30, 3 at 9, 4 at 8:30, 5 at 8, and if I could muster it, 6 and the final 0.2 at 7:30. That'd put me at exactly 54 min, or 8:43 pace, as opposed to the 52:42 total of an 8:30 pace.

It was cold, and the race start was a little disorganized and a little late. I opted to wear a long sleeve shirt over my favorite running shirt, which was great before the race started but a decision I regretted about a half a mile in. The race start was a quiet corner of some Volusia county park. I could have easily worn a hoodie and a beanie waiting for the race to start then left them on a picnic table, and they probably would have been fine. I ought to keep this in mind for future small races in cold weather.

The course was out and back for 5K, out and back twice for 10K (slightly further out and back four times for the 2 lonely souls doing the half). I was surrounded by 5Kers and that likely caused me to go out faster than my plan. I tried to slow down to 10 min/mi pace, but it just felt too slow. I ended up doing mile 1 at 9:29.

Rather than just chalk this up as a 30 sec win on mile 1 and continue with my planned splits, I felt it more important to practice the strategy of slightly increasing each mile. I overshot mile 2 and did it in 8:48.

Did mile 3 in 8:28, so another overshot. Mile 4 was 8:12, only 18 sec faster than the original plan. But I thought this was great, I was still increasing every mile.

Mile 5 and mile 6 were slower than my plan though.

Miile 5 was 8:11, so just barely keeping negative splits through 5, and still way ahead of the total planned place, but 11 sec behind the plan for mile 5 itself.

Mile 6 was 8:28, not for lack of trying but I just couldn't muster one more negative split. So I did this mile nearly a full min behind the plan, but I was far enough ahead of the original plan that I could afford the 58 sec.

My running playlist didn't sync correctly to my Apple Watch, this happens for time to time, I ought to make sure to plan far enough ahead on this for future races. I was fiddling with music on mile 6, trying to get faster BPM songs to keep me motivated, that this likely cost me more time (messing up my stride) than it was worth.

I rallied for the final 0.2, doing it in 1:29, which pretty much on the 7:30 pace, so I did finish strong. Final time was 53:08, 8:37 pace, not that far away from an 52:42, 8:30 pace. Maybe I should have kept better track of the math and pushed for that time over that tough last mile, but I'm sort of OK with my result.

I crossed the finish line to little fanfare. Someone took my picture, someone else handing me a Viking medal which I gave to my daughter when I got home.

I came home, started another pot of coffee, heated up olive oil on a large pan, threw in a handful of spinach, sliced 2 Adiells chicken sausages and added that to the pan and covered it, sprayed Pam on a smaller pan, cracked 2 eggs into it, broke their yokes with a spatula, sprinkled on some bagel season with jalapeno, took of the lid to the other pan and sprinkled some on there to, mixed and recovered, toasted 2 slices of Dave's Killer Bread, spread chunky guacamole on the toast when it was done, plated the toast, the chicken sausage with spinach next to the toast, put the eggs on top of the chicken sausage, shook on some shredded cheese, poured myself a large mug of coffee, then devoured everything.

[selfhelpchampion]

#Booksummary | The ONE Thing by Gary Keller and JayPapasan

**************** In a Nutshell

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The ONE Thing Approach: Focusing on one thing is the best approach to achieving what you want. Extraordinary results are directly determined by how narrow and specific your focus is.

The Domino Effect: Success is built sequentially, one step at a time. By achieving one thing, you set off a chain reaction leading to the accomplishment of other goals.

Success Leaves Clues: Success is not achieved alone, and there are patterns and principles that successful individuals follow. The ONE Thing is a recurring theme in the lives of successful people.

The Six Lies Between You and Success: Challenge common misconceptions like believing everything matters equally, multitasking, leading a disciplined life, relying solely on willpower, seeking a balanced life, and thinking big is bad.

Everything Matters Equally: Distinguish between activity and productivity. Focus on a success list instead of a to-do list and prioritize tasks that contribute to extraordinary results.

Multitasking: Multitasking is a lie. Focus on one thing at a time to be truly effective.

A Disciplined Life: Establish habits and routines that support your goals and make the right thing a habit.

Willpower Is Always on Call: Recognize that willpower is finite, and do your most important tasks when your willpower is at its peak.

A Balanced Life: Prioritize your ONE Thing and be willing to be out of balance temporarily to achieve extraordinary results.

Big Is Bad: Challenge the idea that big goals are unattainable. Embrace big thinking and aim for significant achievements.

The Focusing Question: Ask yourself, "What's the ONE Thing I can do such that by doing it, everything else will be easier or unnecessary?" Use this question to prioritize your actions and make focused decisions.

The Path to Great Answers: Seek answers in three categories: doable, stretch, and possibility. Research and learn from others' experiences to find the best approach.

Live with Purpose: Connect your actions with a larger purpose to experience fulfillment and happiness.

Live by Priority: Set priorities and block time for your ONE Thing, planning, and time off to maximize productivity.

The Three Commitments: Commit to seeking mastery, striving for excellence, and being accountable to achieve extraordinary results.

The Four Thieves: Avoid the thieves of productivity—Inability to Say "No," Fear of Chaos, Poor Health Habits, and an Environment That Doesn't Support Your Goals.

Living a Life of No Regrets

: Identify what matters most and align your actions with your purpose and priorities to live a fulfilling life.

********************** Detailed Summary **********************

Chapter 1: The ONE Thing

In Chapter 1 of "The ONE Thing," the author, Gary Keller, delves deeper into the concept of how focusing on a single thing is the key to achieving remarkable success. He begins by sharing his own experiences and observations, emphasizing that his greatest successes came when he narrowed his concentration to just one thing. This idea is a fundamental truth that he believes applies to all individuals seeking to excel in their endeavors.

The Power of Narrow Focus:

Keller highlights that when we have a singular, narrow focus on a specific goal or task, we can channel our energy, time, and resources more effectively. This intense concentration allows us to make significant progress in that area, leading to extraordinary results. He contrasts this with situations where his attention was scattered across multiple tasks or goals, resulting in inconsistent outcomes.

The Dangers of Trying to Do It All:

In today's fast-paced and busy world, many people are tempted to multitask and take on multiple projects simultaneously. However, Keller warns against this approach, arguing that multitasking dilutes our focus and hinders our ability to make meaningful progress. When we try to do everything at once, we spread ourselves thin, leading to mediocre results at best.

The Domino Effect of Focused Success:

Keller introduces the domino effect as a powerful metaphor for success. When we concentrate on one thing and achieve success in that area, it sets off a chain reaction, leading to accomplishments in other aspects of our lives. Like a row of falling dominos, one successful achievement propels us toward subsequent triumphs. This concept underscores the idea that success builds upon success, creating a positive momentum that drives us forward.

The Importance of Going Small:

While it might seem counterintuitive, going small is emphasized as the path to achieving significant results. The book argues that by focusing on just one thing, we can direct our efforts and resources more efficiently, ultimately leading to substantial outcomes. Keller encourages readers to avoid getting caught up in the illusion that doing more tasks automatically equates to more success. Instead, he suggests that channeling efforts into the most impactful area will yield better results.

Developing a Success Mindset:

To adopt the ONE Thing approach, Keller suggests cultivating a success mindset. This involves being clear about priorities and identifying the critical few actions that will contribute the most to achieving a desired outcome. It requires discipline and the ability to say no to distractions or tasks that do not align with the primary goal.

In summary, Chapter 1 of "The ONE Thing" emphasizes the power of narrowing one's focus to a single objective. By doing so, individuals can harness their efforts and resources more effectively, leading to extraordinary results. The chapter serves as a foundation for the rest of the book, encouraging readers to reevaluate their approach to productivity and success, and guiding them on a path towards achieving their goals in a more intentional and impactful way.

Chapter 2: The Domino Effect

In Chapter 2 of "The ONE Thing," the author, Gary Keller, delves deeper into the concept of the domino effect and its role in achieving extraordinary results. He presents a compelling analogy of how success is built gradually, much like a row of falling dominos. By understanding and applying this principle, individuals can maximize their productivity, create lasting momentum, and accomplish their goals with greater efficiency.

The Sequential Nature of Success:

Keller begins by emphasizing that success is not an overnight phenomenon but rather a result of consistent, sequential progress. Each step taken toward a goal lays the foundation for the next step, eventually leading to the desired outcome. He suggests that by focusing on one thing at a time and mastering it, individuals can create a pathway that naturally leads to other achievements.

The Power of the Lead Domino:

In the analogy of falling dominos, the first domino, known as the "lead domino," is the one that sets everything in motion. Keller encourages readers to identify their own lead domino, which represents the most critical task or goal that, once accomplished, will have a cascading effect on other aspects of their lives. By prioritizing and successfully toppling the lead domino, individuals initiate the domino effect that propels them toward greater success.

Creating Momentum:

The domino effect is all about building momentum. As each domino falls, it gains energy and speed, leading to the swift toppling of subsequent dominos. Similarly, in real life, achieving one goal creates a sense of accomplishment and motivation, propelling individuals forward with renewed enthusiasm to tackle the next challenge. This continuous cycle of achievement and momentum drives sustained progress toward larger and more significant objectives.

Staying Aligned with the ONE Thing:

While the domino effect is a powerful concept, its effectiveness is dependent on maintaining focus on the ONE Thing—the most important task or goal. Keller cautions against being distracted by less critical tasks that may seem urgent but do not contribute substantially to the overall objective. He advocates for staying committed to the lead domino and resisting the temptation to dilute efforts across various tasks.

The Role of Time and Patience:

The domino effect illustrates the importance of giving oneself time to achieve success. Just as it takes time for a row of dominos to fall, significant accomplishments often require perseverance and patience. Keller encourages readers to embrace the journey and not be discouraged by the time it takes to see substantial results. He emphasizes that each successful action, no matter how small, contributes to the eventual realization of extraordinary outcomes.

In summary, Chapter 2 of "The ONE Thing" expands on the concept of the domino effect as a powerful strategy for achieving extraordinary results. By focusing on one thing at a time, individuals create a sequential pathway to success, where each accomplishment sets off a chain reaction, leading to more significant achievements. The chapter emphasizes the importance of identifying the lead domino, maintaining focus on the most critical task, and building sustained momentum over time. Through this approach, individuals can optimize their productivity, stay aligned with their goals, and ultimately reach new heights of success.

Chapter 3: Success Leaves Clues

In Chapter 3 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller explores the idea that success is not a solitary endeavor but is often built upon the wisdom, experiences, and lessons of others. The central theme of this chapter revolves around the notion that successful individuals leave behind clues and patterns that others can learn from and emulate to achieve remarkable results in their own lives.

Learning from Those Who Have Succeeded:

Keller begins by emphasizing that no one achieves success in isolation. He debunks the myth of the "self-made" individual and instead highlights that successful people have often been influenced, mentored, or inspired by others. By studying the journeys of accomplished individuals, readers can gain valuable insights into the strategies, mindsets, and actions that led to their success.

The Recurring Pattern of the ONE Thing:

The book contends that successful people have a common thread running through their achievements—the ONE Thing. It is the starting point, the essential focus that set them on the path to extraordinary outcomes. By identifying the ONE Thing that drove others to success, readers can better understand the power of singular focus and its impact on achieving their own goals.

Finding Mentors and Role Models:

Keller encourages readers to seek out mentors and role models who embody the principles they wish to adopt. These mentors could be individuals they know personally, but they can also be historical figures, industry leaders, or experts in their respective fields. By studying the success stories of these mentors, readers can learn from their experiences, gain valuable advice, and avoid common pitfalls.

Embracing the Power of Influence:

The chapter highlights the power of influence and how it can shape an individual's beliefs, actions, and achievements. Surrounding oneself with positive, driven, and successful individuals can create an environment conducive to personal growth and achievement. Keller advises readers to be intentional in selecting their associations, seeking out individuals who inspire and motivate them to reach their full potential.

The Importance of Being Teachable:

To benefit from the lessons and clues left by successful individuals, one must be open to learning and be teachable. This means being humble enough to accept guidance and feedback, even if it challenges existing beliefs. Being teachable allows individuals to adapt, improve, and refine their approach to success continually.

Building Upon the Success of Others:

Success leaves clues not just for personal growth but also for building upon existing achievements. Keller emphasizes the value of taking inspiration from successful models and innovating upon their ideas to create even greater accomplishments. By learning from others' successes and failures, individuals can iterate and improve upon existing concepts to achieve groundbreaking results.

In summary, Chapter 3 of "The ONE Thing" underscores the significance of seeking guidance and inspiration from those who have already achieved success. By recognizing the recurring pattern of the ONE Thing in the lives of accomplished individuals, readers can focus their efforts on the most impactful aspects of their own goals. Embracing the wisdom of mentors, being open to learning, and building upon the successes of others are powerful strategies for accelerating personal growth and achieving extraordinary results.

Chapter 4: Everything Matters Equally

In Chapter 4 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller delves into the misconception that everything we do holds equal importance and challenges the belief that busyness equates to productivity. He emphasizes the significance of prioritization and intentional focus on the tasks that contribute the most to achieving extraordinary results. By understanding the value of a success list and the critical few actions that matter most, individuals can avoid being overwhelmed by an endless to-do list and channel their efforts towards what truly counts.

The Fallacy of Everything Being Equally Important:

Keller begins by highlighting a common misconception in society—the idea that everything holds equal importance. Many individuals fall into the trap of believing that all tasks, goals, and responsibilities are equally urgent and deserving of attention. As a result, they find themselves constantly busy, but often without making meaningful progress towards their true objectives. The chapter emphasizes that not everything has the same impact on achieving extraordinary results, and distinguishing between the crucial and the trivial is vital for success.

The Difference Between Activity and Productivity:

The chapter draws a clear distinction between being active and being productive. Being active means engaging in various tasks and keeping busy, while being productive entails making tangible progress toward significant outcomes. Keller argues that being busy does not necessarily translate into real productivity and that true success requires focusing on the right activities that will yield the most significant results.

Introducing the Success List:

To counter the illusion of equal importance, Keller introduces the concept of the success list. Unlike traditional to-do lists, the success list comprises only those tasks that are purposefully selected based on their potential to contribute to extraordinary results. By narrowing down the list to the most impactful actions, individuals can direct their energy and attention more effectively and efficiently.

The 80/20 Principle and the Critical Few:

The chapter references the Pareto Principle, commonly known as the 80/20 rule, which suggests that roughly 80% of outcomes come from just 20% of efforts. Keller applies this principle to productivity and success, asserting that most of what we accomplish comes from a select few actions. Identifying these critical few tasks and focusing on them can lead to a disproportionate amount of success compared to the time and effort invested.

Doing the Most Important Thing:

Keller stresses that doing the most important thing is always the most important thing. By prioritizing the ONE Thing that has the greatest impact on achieving a desired outcome, individuals can make significant strides towards their goals. This requires discipline, focus, and the ability to say no to distractions or less critical tasks.

Embracing the Power of Constraints:

While some may worry that narrowing focus and prioritizing tasks may feel limiting, Keller highlights that constraints can actually be liberating. Limiting oneself to the most essential actions allows for greater clarity, efficiency, and progress. Constraints help individuals avoid spreading themselves too thin and enable them to concentrate their efforts on what truly matters.

In summary, Chapter 4 of "The ONE Thing" challenges the notion that everything holds equal importance and urges readers to prioritize tasks based on their impact on achieving extraordinary results. The chapter introduces the success list as a way to focus on the critical few tasks that matter most and advocates for the discipline of doing the most important thing first. By embracing constraints and directing attention to what truly counts, individuals can escape the busyness trap and make significant strides toward achieving their goals.

Chapter 5: Multitasking

In Chapter 5 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller vehemently debunks the idea of multitasking and delves into the detrimental effects it has on productivity and the quality of work. The chapter emphasizes that multitasking is a lie because attempting to do multiple tasks simultaneously actually hinders performance and results in subpar outcomes.

The Myth of Multitasking:

Keller starts by highlighting the misconception around multitasking. Many people believe that multitasking allows them to be more efficient and accomplish more tasks in a shorter time. However, he argues that this is far from the truth. In reality, when individuals try to do multiple things at once, their attention becomes divided, leading to decreased focus and effectiveness.

The Consequences of Task Switching:

The chapter discusses the concept of task switching, which occurs when individuals switch their focus from one task to another. Keller points out that this switching of focus comes with an instant cost. It takes time for the brain to disengage from one task and activate the "rules" for another task. As a result, both tasks suffer, and the overall quality of work declines.

The Toll of Distractions:

Keller highlights the impact of distractions on productivity. In today's fast-paced world, people are constantly bombarded with interruptions, whether from email notifications, phone calls, or colleagues seeking attention. The chapter cites research that estimates workers are interrupted every 11 minutes, and it takes nearly a third of their day to recover from these distractions. These interruptions further hinder focus and make it difficult to engage in deep, meaningful work.

The Ineffectiveness of Multitasking:

Keller emphasizes that while it is possible to do two things at once, it is not possible to focus effectively on two things at once. Multitasking divides attention and cognitive resources, leading to reduced cognitive performance and impaired problem-solving abilities. Trying to juggle multiple tasks simultaneously leads to diminished outcomes in all of those tasks.

The Cost of Multitasking Ineffectiveness:

The chapter points out that multitasking ineffectiveness comes at a significant cost. Researchers estimate that individuals lose about 28 percent of an average workday due to the inefficiencies caused by multitasking. This lost time and reduced productivity have serious implications for achieving important goals and pursuing extraordinary results.

The Importance of Singular Focus:

In contrast to multitasking, Keller advocates for singular focus on the ONE Thing that matters most. By dedicating undivided attention to a single task, individuals can achieve a state of flow and perform at their best. Singular focus allows for deeper engagement, greater creativity, and higher-quality output.

In summary, Chapter 5 of "The ONE Thing" debunks the myth of multitasking and underscores the harmful impact it has on productivity and the quality of work. Task switching and distractions lead to divided attention and reduced cognitive performance. Instead of attempting to do multiple things at once, the chapter emphasizes the value of singular focus on the ONE Thing that drives the most significant results. By abandoning multitasking and prioritizing focused work, individuals can maximize their productivity and make substantial progress toward their goals.

Chapter 6: A Disciplined Life

In Chapter 6 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller emphasizes the role of discipline in achieving success and the importance of developing the right habits. The chapter underscores that success is not about doing everything right but rather about doing the right thing consistently. By understanding the power of disciplined habits, individuals can pave the way for long-term success and make significant progress towards their goals.

The Relationship Between Discipline and Habit:

Keller starts by highlighting the connection between discipline and habit. Discipline involves training oneself to act in a specific way, while habit refers to actions that have become routine through repetition. The chapter suggests that by applying discipline to a specific action consistently, it eventually transforms into a habit. Once a habit is formed, it becomes easier to sustain, and success becomes a natural outcome.

The Simplicity of Success:

The chapter challenges the idea that success requires an overwhelming amount of discipline. Instead, Keller argues that the key to success lies in choosing the right habits and applying just enough discipline to establish them. By focusing on the most impactful habits, individuals can streamline their efforts and eliminate the need to be disciplined in every aspect of their lives.

The Importance of Doing the Right Thing:

Doing the right thing consistently is central to achieving extraordinary results. By identifying the ONE Thing that matters most and making it a habit, individuals can free themselves from the burden of constantly monitoring every aspect of their lives. Doing the right thing becomes a guiding principle that simplifies decision-making and allows individuals to channel their efforts effectively.

The Time and Patience Needed for Habit Formation:

The chapter acknowledges that developing the right habit takes time and patience. Research suggests that, on average, it takes about 66 days for a new behavior to become a habit. Keller urges readers not to give up too soon and emphasizes the importance of persistence in habit formation. He advises giving oneself the necessary time and applying all the discipline needed to establish the right habits.

The Impact of the Right Habits:

Individuals with the right habits tend to excel compared to others. By consistently doing the most important thing, they make progress towards their goals more effectively. The chapter highlights that the right habits act as a foundation for success, making all other tasks and decisions easier to manage. The cumulative effect of these habits contributes to sustained success and remarkable achievements.

Embracing a Disciplined Life:

In conclusion, Chapter 6 emphasizes that success is a result of a disciplined life, not just momentary bursts of willpower. By choosing the right habits and establishing them through disciplined actions, individuals can set themselves up for long-term success. A disciplined approach liberates them from the need to be perfect in every aspect of their lives, allowing them to focus on what truly matters. Through patience, persistence, and consistent effort, individuals can cultivate a disciplined life that leads to extraordinary results.

Chapter 7: Willpower Is Always on Call

In Chapter 7 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller challenges the common belief that willpower is always available and unlimited. He emphasizes that relying solely on willpower to achieve success is a setup for failure. Instead, the chapter explores the concept of limited willpower and how individuals can maximize its effectiveness to prioritize and accomplish their most important work—their ONE Thing.

The Myth of Unlimited Willpower:

Keller starts by debunking the misconception that willpower is always on call and that it can sustain us indefinitely. He explains that willpower is a finite resource, and the more we use it, the less we have available. Just like a muscle that fatigues with use, our willpower diminishes throughout the day as we make decisions, resist temptations, and exert self-control.

Understanding the Nature of Willpower:

The chapter delves into the psychology of willpower, discussing how it operates and the factors that deplete it. Making choices, facing distractions, and handling stress all require mental energy, which draws upon our reservoir of willpower. This understanding is crucial for recognizing that relying solely on willpower to drive productivity is impractical and unrealistic.

Optimizing Willpower for Priority Tasks:

Keller presents a practical approach for leveraging willpower effectively. He advises individuals to prioritize their most important work, their ONE Thing, early in the day when their willpower reserves are at their highest. By doing so, they can allocate their mental energy to what truly matters before it becomes depleted by the demands of the day.

The Power of Early Action:

Taking action on the ONE Thing early in the day allows individuals to benefit from the optimal state of their mind. At this time, they are less affected by decision fatigue and distractions, enabling them to focus and make progress on their top priority. By accomplishing the ONE Thing first, they create momentum and set the tone for a productive and successful day.

Designing Routines and Habits:

To conserve and enhance willpower, the chapter encourages readers to design routines and habits that support their focus on the ONE Thing. By making important decisions in advance and automating certain tasks, individuals can reduce decision-making fatigue and reserve their willpower for what truly matters.

Recognizing the Need for Rest and Recovery:

Keller highlights the importance of rest and recovery to replenish willpower. Quality sleep, breaks throughout the day, and time for relaxation are essential for restoring mental energy and ensuring sustained productivity over time.

In summary, Chapter 7 of "The ONE Thing" challenges the notion of unlimited willpower and advocates for understanding the finite nature of this mental resource. By recognizing the limitations of willpower, individuals can optimize its use by prioritizing their most important work early in the day. Leveraging willpower strategically, incorporating routines, and allowing for rest and recovery are key strategies for achieving extraordinary results and maintaining productivity throughout the day.

Chapter 8: A Balanced Life

In Chapter 8 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller challenges the notion of a balanced life and encourages readers to view balance as a verb rather than an unattainable noun. He argues that the pursuit of a balanced life, trying to attend to all things equally, can lead to mediocrity and prevent individuals from achieving extraordinary results. Instead, the chapter advocates for intentionally prioritizing what matters most and being willing to go out of balance to achieve exceptional outcomes.

The Myth of a Balanced Life:

Keller starts by addressing the idealized concept of a balanced life that is often viewed with longing. He argues that in practice, trying to balance every aspect of life equally results in shortchanging important areas and not fully devoting time to what truly matters. The chapter challenges the belief that achieving balance means having everything in perfect proportion.

The Tradeoff for Extraordinary Results:

The chapter highlights that pursuing extraordinary results necessitates making tradeoffs and going out of balance at times. There will always be tasks left undone, and trying to accomplish everything is an exercise in futility. Instead, individuals must be willing to accept the imbalance that comes with focusing intensely on what matters most.

The Importance of Prioritization:

To achieve extraordinary results, Keller stresses the significance of prioritization. Identifying the ONE Thing that has the most significant impact and dedicating ample time and focus to it is crucial. Prioritization means making tough choices and being willing to let go of less critical tasks to give full attention to what truly matters.

Going Out of Balance for Extraordinary Results:

The chapter acknowledges that acting on priorities means deliberately going out of balance in the short term. Allocating more time and effort to the ONE Thing inherently means dedicating less attention to other tasks. Keller emphasizes that this is not a permanent state but rather a necessary measure to achieve extraordinary results.

Counterbalancing Infrequently:

While going out of balance is essential for focusing on priorities, the chapter suggests that counterbalancing—addressing other work issues—should happen infrequently. Counterbalancing is a way to address other responsibilities and ensure they don't get entirely neglected. However, it should not detract from the time and energy devoted to the ONE Thing.

Embracing the Imbalance for Success:

In conclusion, Chapter 8 advocates for embracing the idea of imbalance to achieve extraordinary results. The pursuit of a perfectly balanced life can hinder progress and lead to diluted efforts. Instead, individuals must prioritize what matters most and be willing to go out of balance to give their top priorities the attention they deserve. By accepting that some things will be left undone and focusing on what truly matters, individuals can maximize their productivity and ultimately achieve remarkable success.

In summary, Chapter 8 of "The ONE Thing" challenges the conventional notion of a balanced life and encourages readers to prioritize their most important goals. Embracing temporary imbalance and dedicating significant time to the ONE Thing leads to extraordinary results, while trying to maintain perfect balance can result in mediocrity. By understanding the tradeoffs involved and accepting the necessary imbalances, individuals can make progress towards their goals and achieve exceptional outcomes.

Chapter 9: Big Is Bad

In Chapter 9 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller challenges the belief that "big is bad" and advocates for embracing big thinking to achieve extraordinary success. The chapter emphasizes that limiting oneself by thinking small prevents the realization of true potential. By adopting a mindset of big thinking, individuals can break free from self-imposed limitations, explore new possibilities, and pursue their ultimate aspirations.

The Misconception of Big Is Bad:

Keller begins by addressing the common misconception that big thinking is negative or overwhelming. Many people associate "big" with excessive pressure, stress, and unsustainable expectations. As a result, they tend to avoid thinking big and settle for smaller, more manageable goals. However, this mindset limits their potential and inhibits them from achieving extraordinary results.

Rejecting Limits on Achievement:

The chapter encourages readers to reject self-imposed limits on their achievements. No one knows their ultimate potential, so worrying about reaching a perceived ceiling is futile. By believing in the power of big thinking, individuals open themselves up to new opportunities and possibilities they may have previously dismissed due to limiting beliefs.

Big Thinking as a Path to Growth:

Thinking big liberates individuals to ask different questions, explore uncharted paths, and take bold, innovative actions. It is through big thinking that groundbreaking ideas and endeavors emerge. By challenging conventional notions and pushing boundaries, individuals can unleash their creativity and discover untapped potential.

Informed Actions for Success:

The chapter emphasizes that actions informed by big thinking become the springboards to extraordinary success. When individuals set ambitious goals and align their actions with those goals, they pave the way for significant achievements. Big thinking propels them to aim higher, work smarter, and embrace calculated risks to reach exceptional outcomes.

Building for a Bigger Tomorrow:

Keller highlights the importance of considering the long-term consequences of actions taken today. Building for a bigger tomorrow means making decisions that empower rather than restrict future opportunities. By focusing on the right things and embracing big thinking, individuals set themselves up for ongoing success and abundance.

Redefining Success and Achievement:

The chapter challenges conventional views of success that often equate to stress and burnout. Instead, it presents success as a state of being appropriate in the moments of life and doing what one is meant to do. Redefining success in this way enables individuals to find fulfillment and balance while pursuing their goals.

The Power of Focused Effort:

Keller concludes by emphasizing that success comes from doing the handful of things that truly matter well, rather than spreading oneself too thin. Focused effort and big thinking enable individuals to make the most significant impact and achieve extraordinary results in their chosen endeavors.

In summary, Chapter 9 of "The ONE Thing" encourages readers to embrace big thinking and reject limiting beliefs about achievement. Thinking big opens up new possibilities and empowers individuals to break free from self-imposed limitations. By aligning actions with ambitious goals and focusing on what truly matters, individuals can experience a sense of fulfillment and unlock their true life and work potential. Success is not about doing everything, but about doing the right things with a big vision in mind.

Chapter 10: The Focusing Question

In Chapter 10 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller introduces the concept of the Focusing Question—a powerful tool that shapes the way individuals approach their lives and decisions. The chapter emphasizes the importance of asking the right questions to unlock meaningful answers and ultimately lead to extraordinary results. By understanding and using the Focusing Question, individuals can simplify their focus, make better choices, and achieve significant progress towards their goals.

The Power of Questions:

Keller starts by highlighting the significance of questions in shaping our understanding of the world and our lives. Answers stem from the questions we ask, and the quality of the answers directly relates to the quality of the questions. The chapter emphasizes that the most powerful question has the potential to be life-altering, guiding individuals toward the right path and decisions.

Life as a Question:

The chapter introduces the idea that life itself is a question, and our actions and choices are the answers we provide. By recognizing that how we live is a reflection of the questions we ask ourselves, individuals gain the power to shape their destinies and pursue an uncommon life.

The Deceptive Simplicity of the Focusing Question:

Keller introduces the Focusing Question as deceptively simple yet profoundly impactful. Its simplicity can lead some to overlook its potential, but its effectiveness lies in its ability to guide individuals in making essential decisions and staying focused on what matters most.

One Question to Rule Them All:

The Focusing Question condenses all possible questions into one powerful query: "What's the ONE Thing I can do such that by doing it, everything else will be easier or unnecessary?" This question directs individuals to identify the most critical action that will have the greatest positive impact on their goals.

Applying the Focusing Question:

The chapter illustrates how the Focusing Question can be applied to various aspects of life, from big-picture planning to day-to-day decision-making. It can help individuals set long-term targets and also guide them in identifying the immediate actions that align with their ultimate objectives.

The Power of Doing the Right Thing:

The Focusing Question challenges the notion that success comes from doing many things. Instead, it emphasizes that true progress comes from starting with the right thing—the ONE Thing—that sets everything else in motion. By focusing on the most crucial action, individuals can eliminate unnecessary tasks and achieve extraordinary results.

Embracing the Path to Extraordinary Results:

In conclusion, Chapter 10 reinforces the idea that extraordinary results are not accidental but stem from intentional choices and actions. The Focusing Question serves as a compass, guiding individuals toward the most impactful decisions and tasks. By continuously asking the Focusing Question and aligning their efforts with the answer, individuals can experience the power of simplicity and accomplish remarkable feats.

In summary, Chapter 10 of "The ONE Thing" highlights the importance of asking the right questions to unlock meaningful answers. The Focusing Question serves as a powerful tool to focus on what truly matters, identify the most crucial actions, and achieve extraordinary results. By adopting this approach and consistently asking the Focusing Question, individuals can simplify their lives, make better choices, and progress steadily toward their ultimate goals.

Chapter 11: The Success Habit

In Chapter 11 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller introduces the concept of the Success Habit—the habit of using the Focusing Question as a foundational tool to achieve extraordinary results and live a fulfilling life. The chapter emphasizes the power of the Focusing Question in guiding individuals towards their ONE Thing in different areas of life and provides guidance on how to apply it effectively with specific time frames. By adopting the Success Habit, individuals can maintain focus, make progress on their goals, and create a path to success.

The Power of the Focusing Question as a Habit:

Keller highlights that turning the Focusing Question into a habit is a transformational practice. By consistently asking this question, individuals embed the habit of seeking clarity and direction in every decision they make. This habit becomes the driving force behind their actions and enables them to cut through distractions and identify their ONE Thing with ease.

Applying the Focusing Question in Different Areas of Life:

The chapter emphasizes that the Focusing Question can be applied across various domains, whether it's career, health, relationships, or personal development. By asking the question within different categories, individuals gain a comprehensive understanding of their priorities and can ensure alignment with their ultimate goals.

Using Time Frames for Precision:

Adding a time frame to the Focusing Question provides the appropriate level of immediacy and context to the answer. It helps individuals set short-term or long-term goals and ensures that their actions are purposeful and timely. Time frames such as "right now," "this year," "in five years," or "someday" offer different perspectives, enabling individuals to balance short-term achievements with long-term aspirations.

Structuring the Focusing Question:

The chapter outlines a formula for structuring the Focusing Question: state the category, ask the question, add a time frame, and end with "such that by doing it everything else will be easier or unnecessary." This structure provides clarity and precision, making it easier to identify the most impactful action in any given situation.

Example of Applying the Success Habit:

The chapter provides an example of how to apply the Success Habit to a work-related scenario: "For my job, what's the ONE Thing I can do to ensure I hit my goals this week such that by doing it, everything else will be easier or unnecessary?" This question encourages individuals to focus on the most critical task that will have the most significant impact on their job performance and goal achievement.

Embracing the Success Habit for Extraordinary Results:

In conclusion, Chapter 11 emphasizes that the Success Habit is a key element in achieving extraordinary results and living a fulfilling life. By adopting the Focusing Question as a habitual practice and applying it with appropriate time frames, individuals can maintain clarity, direction, and focus on what truly matters. The Success Habit empowers individuals to make better decisions, eliminate distractions, and consistently progress toward their ultimate aspirations.

In summary, Chapter 11 of "The ONE Thing" introduces the concept of the Success Habit, which revolves around the consistent use of the Focusing Question. By turning this question into a habitual practice, individuals can stay focused on their ONE Thing and achieve extraordinary results in various areas of life. Utilizing time frames adds precision to goal setting and decision-making, further guiding individuals on their journey to success. Embracing the Success Habit empowers individuals to make purposeful choices, prioritize effectively, and create a path towards a fulfilling and accomplished life.

Chapter 12: The Path to Great Answers

In Chapter 12 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller introduces the concept of seeking Great Answers to achieve extraordinary results. He emphasizes that answers come in three categories: doable, stretch, and possibility, with Great Answers being the key to remarkable success. This chapter explores the process of finding Great Answers, which often involves stepping outside of one's comfort zone, seeking inspiration from others, and adopting new behaviors aligned with the pursuit of goals.

The Three Categories of Answers:

Keller categorizes answers into three levels of ambition. Doable answers are easily achievable and require minimal effort. Stretch answers involve pushing oneself beyond the usual limits and striving for something more challenging. Possibility answers represent grand, audacious goals that may seem improbable but have the potential for extraordinary outcomes. Great Answers fall into the category of possibility—they are the ambitious and groundbreaking solutions that lead to exceptional achievements.

Stepping Out of the Comfort Zone:

To discover Great Answers, individuals must be willing to venture beyond their comfort zones. Keller emphasizes that Great Answers typically lie outside the realms of familiarity and routine. Embracing discomfort and pushing boundaries are essential in finding new and innovative ways to approach challenges and goals.

Learning from Others:

The chapter highlights the importance of learning from others who have achieved similar goals or tackled similar challenges. Seeking insights from those who have succeeded provides valuable knowledge and inspiration. Books and published works serve as valuable resources, offering documented research and role models for success. Leveraging the experiences of others can guide individuals in their journey towards Great Answers.

The Role of New Behavior:

Great Answers often necessitate new behaviors. To achieve extraordinary results, individuals may need to adopt fresh approaches and break free from conventional thinking. Embracing new behavior aligns with the idea that extraordinary results require going beyond the ordinary and traditional ways of doing things.

The Rhythm of Purpose, Priority, and Productivity:

Keller introduces a simple formula for implementing the ONE Thing and achieving extraordinary results: purpose, priority, and productivity. Purpose represents the big ONE Thing—the ultimate goal or mission. Priority refers to the specific actions taken to achieve the big ONE Thing. And productivity involves focusing on being productive and effective in executing the priority.

Building Great Businesses and Productive Individuals:

The chapter concludes by stating that great businesses are built one productive person at a time. It underscores that individual productivity, guided by purpose and priority, plays a pivotal role in driving organizational success. When individuals consistently pursue their ONE Thing with Great Answers, it collectively contributes to the growth and success of the entire organization.

In summary, Chapter 12 of "The ONE Thing" emphasizes the significance of seeking Great Answers to achieve extraordinary results. By moving beyond comfort zones, learning from the experiences of others, and embracing new behavior, individuals can unlock innovative solutions and approaches to their goals. The rhythm of purpose, priority, and productivity provides a simple framework for staying focused on the ONE Thing and achieving remarkable success. Ultimately, building productive individuals leads to the creation of great businesses and paves the way for extraordinary achievements.

Chapter 13: Live with Purpose

In Chapter 13 of "The ONE Thing," Gary Keller explores the importance of living with purpose and how it directly impacts our priorities, productivity, and overall happiness. The chapter highlights the interconnectedness between purpose, fulfillment, and financial wealth, as well as the role of purpose in achieving lasting happiness.

Purpose as the Foundation of Priorities and Productivity:

Keller emphasizes that purpose serves as the bedrock for setting priorities and driving productivity. When individuals have a clear sense of purpose, they can align their actions and decisions with what truly matters to them. Purpose gives meaning to their pursuits and helps them focus on the ONE Thing that leads to extraordinary results.

The Impact of Identity and Aspirations:

The chapter delves into the idea that who we are and where we want to go fundamentally shape our actions and accomplishments. How we interpret circumstances is influenced by our sense of identity and aspirations. When our actions align with our core purpose and aspirations, we experience a sense of fulfillment and progress.

The Connection Between Fulfillment and Happiness:

Keller highlights the relationship between fulfillment and happiness. While acquiring what we want may bring temporary happiness, it eventually wanes as we become accustomed to our achievements. True happiness, according to the book, is found on the journey toward fulfillment—the pursuit of purpose and meaning. When individuals are driven by a larger purpose than material gains, they experience sustained happiness.

The Five Factors of Happiness:

The chapter references the work of Dr. Martin Seligman, who identified five factors contributing to happiness: positive emotion and pleasure, achievement, relationships, engagement, and meaning. Purpose plays a crucial role in providing meaning and engagement, which are essential components of lasting happiness.

Purpose and Financial Wealth:

Keller argues that having a clear purpose is essential for financial wealth. Without knowing one's purpose, it becomes challenging to recognize when one has enough money or to feel financially wealthy. Purpose provides the context and direction for financial pursuits, ensuring that money serves the larger goal of fulfilling one's purpose.

Happiness on the Way to Fulfillment:

The chapter reinforces the idea that happiness is a byproduct of fulfillment. When individuals live with purpose and align their actions with their bigger mission, they experience happiness as they progress toward their goals. The journey itself becomes fulfilling, and happiness emerges as a natural consequence.

In summary, Chapter 13 of "The ONE Thing" underscores the importance of living with purpose. Purpose guides our priorities, productivity, and decision-making. It provides the framework for true fulfillment and lasting happiness. When individuals align their actions with a greater purpose, they experience a sense of meaning and progress. Purpose is not only instrumental in achieving financial wealth but also essential for finding happiness on the path to fulfillment. By living with purpose, individuals can lead more meaningful, intentional, and fulfilling lives.

Chapter 14: Live by Priority

Chapter 14 of "The ONE Thing" delves into the importance of living by priority and how it plays a critical role in achieving extraordinary results. The chapter emphasizes the significance of connecting purpose with priorities to drive consistent progress and outlines the benefits of visualizing the process of achieving big goals. Additionally, it highlights the impact of goal-setting and the value of writing down one's goals for increased success.

Purpose and Priority:

The chapter reiterates that purpose without priority is ineffective. While having a clear sense of purpose is essential, it is equally crucial to prioritize actions that align with that purpose. Prioritization ensures that efforts are directed towards the most meaningful and impactful tasks, contributing to progress and the achievement of extraordinary results.

The Power of Moments:

Keller introduces the concept that success is built upon a series of powerful moments strung together over time. Each moment of focused effort, driven by priorities, contributes to the larger journey toward achieving one's goals. By recognizing the significance of these individual moments, individuals can stay motivated and maintain momentum on their path to success.

Connecting Today to Tomorrow:

The chapter highlights the importance of connecting present actions to future outcomes. Immediate motivation may diminish when rewards lie far in the future, making it challenging to sustain effort. However, by understanding how today's actions contribute to future success, individuals can stay committed to their priorities and keep pushing forward.

The Value of Visualization:

Visualizing the process of achieving big goals is a strategic approach that engages the mind and fosters effective planning. Breaking down larger goals into smaller, manageable steps enables individuals to understand the path they need to follow to achieve their objectives. Visualization helps maintain focus and keeps individuals on track, especially when faced with complex or long-term goals.

The Impact of Goal-Setting:

The chapter cites a study showing that individuals who write down their goals are 39.5 percent more likely to achieve them. Goal-setting is a powerful practice that enhances commitment and accountability. By clearly defining goals and putting them in writing, individuals increase their dedication to reaching their objectives and create a roadmap for success.

In summary, Chapter 14 of "The ONE Thing" underscores the importance of living by priority and the role it plays in achieving extraordinary results. Connecting purpose with priorities ensures that actions align with larger objectives, driving consistent progress. By recognizing the significance of each moment and visualizing the process of achieving big goals, individuals stay motivated and focused on their journey. Goal-setting, particularly writing down goals, enhances commitment and accountability, increasing the likelihood of successful goal achievement. By living by priority and embracing these practices, individuals can move closer to their ONE Thing and experience extraordinary results in their lives.

Chapter 15: Live for Productivity

Chapter 15 of "The ONE Thing" focuses on the importance of productivity and how it transforms lives, leading to extraordinary results. The chapter emphasizes the significance of dedicating time to the most impactful activities and provides insights into time-blocking strategies to enhance productivity. It highlights the distinction between "maker" time and "manager" time and suggests a productive approach to planning and goal review.

The Power of Productive Action:

The chapter reinforces that productive action is the key to achieving extraordinary results and experiencing greatness. By focusing on high-impact activities and making the most out of each action, individuals can maximize their productivity and progress towards their ONE Thing.

Designing Days Around the ONE Thing:

Productive individuals, who consistently achieve extraordinary results, structure their days around doing their ONE Thing. By dedicating focused time to the most important task early in the day, they set the tone for success and make significant progress towards their goals.

Time-Blocking Strategies:

Keller introduces time-blocking as an effective productivity strategy. The recommended order for time-blocking is as follows: first, block time off for rest and rejuvenation; second, block time for the ONE Thing, the most crucial activity; and finally, block time for planning, which ensures alignment with goals and priorities.

The Maker vs. Manager Approach:

The chapter discusses the distinction between "maker" time and "manager" time, as proposed by Paul Graham from Y Combinator. Maker time involves activities that require long, uninterrupted blocks to create or produce, while manager time involves shorter, segmented periods for overseeing and directing tasks. To experience extraordinary results, the advice is to be a maker in the morning and a manager in the afternoon, allowing for deep focus and productivity.

The Importance of Goal Review:

The chapter suggests dedicating an hour each week to review annual and monthly goals. Regularly revisiting goals keeps them top of mind and ensures alignment with the larger vision. This practice helps individuals stay on track and take consistent action towards achieving their ONE Thing.

The Power of Consistency:

The chapter concludes by emphasizing the magic of consistently knocking down the most important domino day after day. Productive action builds momentum and contributes to long-term success. Protecting time blocks and adopting a mindset that prioritizes them as non-negotiable is crucial for maintaining focus and productivity.

Overcoming Challenges to Productivity:

The chapter acknowledges that the biggest challenge to productivity may be the temptation to do other things instead of focusing on the ONE Thing. Overcoming distractions and staying committed to the most important task requires discipline and determination.

In summary, Chapter 15 of "The ONE Thing" emphasizes the importance of living for productivity to achieve extraordinary results. By dedicating focused time to the most impactful activities, individuals can make significant progress towards their goals. Time-blocking strategies, such as prioritizing the ONE Thing and planning, enhance productivity and keep individuals on track. Regular goal review and consistency in taking action contribute to long-term success. Overcoming distractions and prioritizing the ONE Thing are essential in maximizing productivity and realizing extraordinary outcomes.

Chapter 16: The Three Commitments

Chapter 16 of "The ONE Thing" focuses on the three essential commitments required to achieve extraordinary results through time-blocking. The chapter emphasizes the importance of adopting a mindset of seeking mastery, continually striving for excellence, and being accountable to one's actions and goals. It explores the concept of mastery as a continuous journey, the correlation between expertise and invested hours, and the benefits of accountability in achieving exceptional outcomes.

The Mindset of Mastery:

The chapter introduces the concept of mastery as a continuous path rather than a fixed destination. By viewing mastery as a journey of growth and improvement, individuals can perceive it as an attainable and accessible goal. This mindset encourages a lifelong commitment to learning and honing skills, leading to exceptional performance and extraordinary results.

Striving for Excellence:

Seeking the best ways of doing things is a key commitment for achieving extraordinary results. The pursuit of excellence involves constantly seeking improvement, innovation, and efficiency in one's actions and strategies. Individuals who strive for excellence are open to new ideas, willing to embrace change, and consistently seek opportunities to optimize their performance.

Embracing Accountability:

Being accountable to one's actions and goals is vital for success. Accountable individuals take responsibility for their decisions and outcomes, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their ONE Thing. Accountability fosters discipline, focus, and determination, all of which are essential in maintaining consistency and progress toward extraordinary results.

The Relationship Between Mastery and Time Investment:

The chapter highlights that expertise is closely correlated with the number of hours invested in practice and learning. The pursuit of mastery requires dedicated and intentional effort over an extended period. As individuals invest more time and effort into their chosen field, they deepen their knowledge, skills, and capabilities, eventually reaching a level of expertise that sets them apart.

The Gifts of Mastery:

The pursuit of mastery offers numerous rewards, including personal growth, fulfillment, and a sense of accomplishment. Mastery leads to a heightened level of proficiency and confidence, which positively impacts one's ability to achieve extraordinary results in their chosen field.

The Power of Accountability:

Accountability is a key differentiator between highly successful individuals and amateurs. Accountable individuals take ownership of their actions and progress, seeking guidance from teachers and coaches, and engaging in supervised training to continuously improve. This commitment to accountability drives consistent growth and progress, propelling individuals towards elite performance and extraordinary achievements.

In summary, Chapter 16 of "The ONE Thing" outlines the three essential commitments required to achieve extraordinary results through time-blocking. The mindset of seeking mastery, the pursuit of excellence, and embracing accountability play crucial roles in driving success and achieving exceptional outcomes. Mastery is perceived as a continuous journey of growth and improvement, correlated with invested hours. The benefits of accountability include enhanced performance, personal growth, and the ability to achieve results that others only dream of. By adopting these commitments, individuals can unlock their full potential and experience extraordinary results in their lives.

Chapter 17: The Four Thieves

Chapter 17 of "The ONE Thing" discusses the four common productivity obstacles referred to as the Four Thieves—Inability to Say "No," Fear of Chaos, Poor Health Habits, and an Environment That Doesn't Support Your Goals. The chapter emphasizes the importance of protecting one's time and energy from these thieves to maintain productivity and achieve extraordinary results. It also introduces the Highly Productive Person's Daily Energy Plan and the significance of having a supportive environment for success.

Inability to Say "No":

The chapter highlights the significance of being able to say "no" to requests, tasks, and commitments that do not align with one's priorities or ONE Thing. Saying "yes" to everything can lead to overcommitment and spreading oneself too thin, resulting in reduced productivity and focus. Prioritizing and saying "no" to non-essential tasks protect one's time and energy for what truly matters.

Fear of Chaos:

The pursuit of greatness and extraordinary results can bring chaos and uncertainty. Fear of chaos may deter individuals from taking bold steps and making difficult decisions. Embracing chaos as a natural part of the journey toward success enables individuals to navigate challenges and maintain their focus on the ONE Thing.

Poor Health Habits:

Personal energy mismanagement is identified as a silent thief of productivity. High achievement and extraordinary results require ample physical and mental energy. Poor health habits, such as lack of exercise, insufficient sleep, and unhealthy eating, can drain energy and hinder productivity. Adopting a daily energy plan, which includes practices like meditation, exercise, and proper sleep, enhances energy levels and productivity.

The Highly Productive Person's Daily Energy Plan:

The chapter introduces the Highly Productive Person's Daily Energy Plan, which includes various practices to boost spiritual, physical, emotional, and mental energy. These practices help individuals energize themselves early in the day, setting a positive tone for the rest of their activities.

Environment That Doesn't Support Goals:

Creating an environment that supports one's goals is essential for achieving extraordinary results. Surrounding oneself with people who align with their vision and goals, as well as cultivating a physical environment conducive to productivity, provides the necessary support and encouragement.

Living a Life of No Regrets:

The chapter concludes by emphasizing the importance of knowing what matters most and aligning actions with one's purpose and priorities. Living a life of no regrets comes from making intentional choices and focusing on the ONE Thing that drives meaningful progress toward extraordinary results.

In summary, Chapter 17 of "The ONE Thing" discusses the Four Thieves of productivity and their potential to hinder progress toward extraordinary results. By learning to say "no," embracing chaos, adopting healthy habits, and creating a supportive environment, individuals can protect their time, energy, and focus. The Highly Productive Person's Daily Energy Plan enhances productivity by addressing spiritual, physical, emotional, and mental energy needs. By understanding what matters most and aligning actions accordingly, individuals can lead a life of purpose and no regrets, ultimately achieving extraordinary results.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, "The ONE Thing" provides a transformative approach to achieving extraordinary results by emphasizing the power of focus and prioritization. The book debunks productivity myths, encouraging readers to concentrate on the most essential tasks. It stresses the importance of aligning actions with a clear purpose and nurturing physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual energy. By adopting a mindset of mastery, striving for excellence, and being accountable, individuals can unlock their true potential and live a purposeful life of no regrets. Embracing the principles of "The ONE Thing" empowers us to overcome distractions and achieve remarkable outcomes in all aspects of life.

[historioddity]

Awww, the app highlights your resident when they have a birthday!

[lokidottir1308]

Tengen Uzui x fem!reader

Ever since you were born, your parents always expected something from you that you couldn’t fulfill. They wanted you to have pale purple eyes like them, instead, you had e/c eyes. They wanted you to have naturally lilac hair like your grandfather‘s, instead, you had h/c hair.

When you were old enough to pick up hobbies, they wanted you to play the guitar or dance, instead, you were interested in swordsmanship. "It‘s basically dancing, but more dangerous." you told them.

Your brother was a demon slayer, a soon-to-be-Hashira, to be precise. One day, a kasugai crow landed on your porch, delivering the message that your brother was killed by none other than Upper moon two.

The day after that, you started training to become a demon slayer. Your master was called Kuwajima Jigoro, the former Thunder Hashira. Within the curse of four months, you became a demon slayer and even a Hashira, the new Moon Hashira.

In the process, you caught the attention of a certain Sound Hashira. "I see, you’re interested in our Moon Hashira." Oyakata-sama said, noticing the way the white haired man looked at you. His illness hadn’t spread a lot, so he wasn’t blind yet.

"Indeed. She is a very flamboyant woman. She doesn’t seem like she wants to be approached, however." Tengen told his master. "Oh, don’t be afraid. She is a very nice young lady." Oyakata-sama smiled.

When the next Hashira meeting took place, the first Hashira meeting you attended and where you would be introduced to the other Hashira, Tengen finally decided to approach you.

"Ah, Tengen-sama! It’s a pleasure to meet you." you smiled at him and noticed the small blush on his cheeks. It was never difficult for Tengen to talk to women, yet it seemed like the first time he approached a girl when he talked to you.

"You don’t need to call me sama, I‘m not higher in rank than you are." Tengen said, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Yet, you are older than me and have been a Hashira longer than me." you countered.

"That might be true. How old are you?" he asked, unsure of wether his little crush on you was illegal or if he was okay. "I‘m twenty-one. You are twenty-two, correct?" you asked.

"Indeed. Are you excited for your first Hashira meeting?" he asked. On the inside, he was relieved to know you were only a year younger than him. "Mh, not really, if I‘m being honest. It’s very stressful and I don’t like the attention. Plus, the only thing I can think about is how my brother was supposed to be here, not me." you answered truthfully.

"Akabane Hanzaki?" Tengen asked, more to himself. "Yes. My name‘s Akabane Y/N." you explained. Tengen wanted to say something, but Oyakata-sama approached and you quickly knelt in front of him.

All of this happened over a year ago. In the meantime, you‘d met Tengen‘s wives, got engaged to him and even introduced him to your parents. Of course, they weren’t happy with your choice. "What did I even expect them to do? Be happy for me? Ha! They‘d rather die." you complained to Hinatsuru.

"Why are they so unhappy about your decision?“ she asked, not really expecting an answer. "It‘s me we‘re talking about, Hina. Even if I came home with someone they picked for me, they‘d be unhappy because I‘d just accept my faith." you grumbled.

Suma opened the door and ran up to you, jumping into your arms. The impact surprised you, so you let out a little "oof" when you caught her. She cuddled up to you and you kissed her forehead.

"They will accept it eventually, Y/N. Will you invite them to your wedding?" Hina asked. "I don’t think so. They don’t deserve to see me happy. I want them to regret how they treated me when they realize that I don’t care about them anymore." you answered.

The door opened once again and Tengen walked in, wearing his demon slayer uniform. He kissed Hina and Suma on their temples before asking them to give the two of you some privacy.

"How did the talk with your parents go?" he asked after he kissed you on the lips. He turned to your wardrobe and pulled out one of his favorite yukatas. "I think you can guess how it went." you sighed, plopping yourself on the bed.

After he’d changed, he sat down next to you and put his head in your lap. You started playing with his hair. If anyone else but you, Hina, Suma or Makio touched his hair, they would have probably already lost their hands.

"Tell me about it." he said. "Well, first they complained about the way I was dressed. Then, they said that we took our relationship way too fast and that I wouldn’t be happy with you and the others. When I told them that the four of you made me happy, my mother said how stupid and naive I was." you said, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

"I‘m sorry." he murmured before sitting up and kissing you. You smiled softly at him before pulling him in a hug. "I feel like we‘re Patroclus and Achilles." he laughed.

"Well, kind of. Though I think you’d be Achilles, the hero everyone knew would change the world." you said. "Indeed, but your parents don’t like me and Achilles’ mother didn’t like Patroclus. So you’d probably be Achilles." he retorted.

You talked a bit more about everything that came to your mind, from Achilles and Patroclus (your favorite myth) to your wedding to the future in general, before the two of you fell asleep, him laying with his head on your chest while you played with his hair.

Eventually, Hina, Suma and Makio joined the two of you, cuddling up close to you and Tengen. Maybe your parents didn’t like your decisions- actually, you knew they didn’t like your decisions- but you didn’t care, because the people you loved the most were around you, and that was what‘s important to you.

[regalityandcoffee]

I CANT THINK OF AN ACTUAL TITLE HELP

Summary: William paints your nails while you watch Adventure Time together. Yeah.

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"Dear, when's the last time you had your nails done?" William asked one night as you rested in bed with him, his back against the pillows with your head against his chest, laying between his legs as you watched television together. He had taken your hand and had been examining it for a few minutes now, you looked up at him, curious.

"Oh, um. Do you mean paint them?"

"Well, yes, but I mean like a manicure, dear."

"Do they look that bad, Sir?" you pouted. Some of them were shorter than the others from peeling and biting them, a bad habit of yours, but you tried to file them to look decent when they began to bother you.

"No, not at all, pet. I've just been curious. He let go of your hand then gently tapped the other one. You let him take into his own. "Do you paint them often?"

"No, I'd like to, but it's hard to do both hands because the left gets a bit shakey." That, and the smell sometimes made you nauseous. He hummed before continuing on. "I'd like to, though."

"Have you ever thought of acrylic nails?"

"Too heavy," you shook your head. Quickly regretting it. You knew very well he'd never make fun of your things that make you uncomfortable, but you still felt silly explaining yourself.

"Heavy?"

You looked back at the tv. "Um...I don't like the feeling on my nails. It's- they feel very heavy and I don't like the feeling of the glue or them being applied."

"Oh, it's a sensory issue. I understand."

You fought back a sigh of relief. "Um, why did you want to know?"

"You mentioned earlier not liking hair salons though doing it on your own can be taxing, and I wondered the same about your nails. You know how important it is to me that you take care of yourself, dear. If you need help with either, I'd like for you to tell me." He kissed the back of your hand, then your wrist before releasing you.

" I know, Sir." You snuggled closer to him, picking a piece of lint off his shirt. You laid in comfortable silence for a bit, before you spoke up. "Sir?"

"Yes, flower?"

"Will... will you help me paint my nails tomorrow?"

"Of course."

So, the next day after breakfast you quickly got dressed, went back home and gathered up your favorite shades of polish, top coat, remover, and your nail dryer you had found. You came back, nervous, but in an excited way. You walked back into the house and into the living room to find William, dressed in a simple turtleneck and jeans, pushing back the coffee table. " I thought that we could sit on the floor together while I paint your nails, dear," he explained.

You nodded, sitting your bag of polish and things on the table, helping him spread a bit of newspaper on the carpet. On the tv, he had Adventure Time playing. It was a cartoon you both enjoyed, though you were still suprised he had been watching it before he met you. You sat down on the carpet, and he sat in front of you.

You emptied out the bag. Along with the clear top coat, you had picked four colors: a deep burgundy, black, royal blue, and pastel pink. " What color do you think would look best, Sir?" You asked as you popped open the back of the dryer and put in the batteries.

He laughed "That's not my decision, dear."

You pouted.

"Alright, then. Let's use your favorite color, pink." He picked up the bottle, shaking it a bit. He opened the bottle. "Left or right first, dear?"

"Um...left!"

He took your hand. "Try and stay still for me dear. Just relax and watch the show."

You nodded. You watched the colorful cartoon, taking occasional peeks as the man, very focused, painted your nails. You tried not to fidget at the cold of the polish.

"The top coat goes on after the polish has dried, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, we'll do that," William turned on the dryer, guiding your left hand into it. He then took your right, and took just as much time, care and focus painting the nails. Once he was done, you pulled your left hand out of the dryer and put in the right. "Are you having fun, dear?" He asked as he shook up the bottle of top coat.

"Yes, Sir," you nodded quickly. You tried not to squirm, excited to almost be done as he applied the top coat to your left hand. You admired his work; not a single drop was out of place, Not a single lump or smudge could be found. They were perfectly done. "I love them already."

"I'm glad to hear it," he chuckled.

Soon both hands were completely done. You admired them while he got up and made you both tea, the tv now on a Scooby-Doo movie.

He sat back down, the tray of tea and sugar now on the table. You watched his hands as he poured the tea. His were very nice, with immaculately trimmed and cared for nails. Suddenly, a silly idea sparked in your mind.

"Mr. Regal?" You asked as he made his cup of tea.

"Yes, flower?"

"Can I paint your nails?"

He paused, looking at you curiously. A smile broke out on his face and laughed again. "You want to paint my nails?"

You shook your head suddenly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, it was a dumb idea-"

"No, dear, it's an adorable idea. I think it's sweet you want to paint them. It's just that I haven't had them painted in ages, not since my younger years," he took a sip, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you. He set down his cup, and looked over the bottles of polish still on the floor. "What color do you think I'd look best in?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Um...what color would you like the most?"

"Hmm, perhaps my favorite? Let's do that, dear."

You smiled, picking up the royal blue polish. "Left or right first, Sir?"

-fin-

[unfortunate-brat]

BAD INFLUENCE

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Jensen claims Y/N to be the bad influence when he’s distracted at a con but oh, it takes one bad influence to know another. 

Warnings: Smut, Daddy!Kink, Fingering, Overstimulation, Praise!Kink, Degration!kink, Oral Sex, Pussy Swatting, Dom!Jensen, Cussing?, Pinch of Angst, Implied Smut, sort of dirty talk?

Created For: The Hive, y’all made me horny af

His beard tickles her skin, pushing the woman close to climax as he drags out the third orgasm of the early morning. Trying to satisfy his never ending hunger to have her right here, thighs threatening to suffocate him and trap him there forever. Not that he would mind, this spot was heaven. 

“ Jay, please!” He clearly didn’t want her to walk normally today, that bastard. 

Their eyes meet, locking onto one another as Jay smirks while moving his tongue in figure eights. Driving her closer and closer to paradise. “ You bastard—OH FUCK!” She whimpers at the swift movement of his tongue, thighs threatening to close but both calloused palms forced them open. Tongue moving away from her core as he quickly swats the woman there. 

“ Stay. Still. Otherwise you won’t get anything.” 

“ I didn’t want anything in the first place, mister! You’re the one who woke me up by your mouth!” The woman knows this back talk will cost her a hefty price but he wasn’t playing fair. 

“ Fine, I was doing you a favor sweetheart. You wanna be a fucking brat?” He swats at her core again, watching as Y/N’s hips jutted upward. 

She’s paralyzed as Jensen licks his lips, going to his suitcase to pull out handcuffs and the small black bag. She can’t help but let out a whine, knowing damn well what he was up to. 

Hands now restrained against the headboard in metal cuffs, legs bound and spread open by rope, Jensen smirks at his masterpiece. “ You look so fucking beautiful like this sweetheart, shame I won’t be able to stay longer.” Glancing at his watch, he lets out a deep sigh. 

“ You have two hours, maybe four to reflect on your behavior today. You know better than to talk back to me. Or be a fucking ungrateful brat.” Jensen towers over her frame, grabbing her face roughly. “ I expect to come back to a good little whore, understand?” 

She nodded but Jensen growled, not satisfied with her response. “ What do you say?” His fingers dig into her skin until Y/N groans, ready to comply. 

“ Y-Yes Daddy.” 

“ That’s my girl, now take this time to change your attitude.” He pulls away, getting ready for the con downstairs and occasionally glancing back at Y/N. It’s hard to maintain his self control around her, and as her dom he needs to be fair. Leaving her tied up for a while wasn’t too harsh and they’ve discussed doing this before. 

Though the softer side of him can’t help but leave her a kiss to her temple before heading out, knowing those handcuffs can easily be removed if she pressed the metal button on it if this was too intense. Only time will decide. 

Downstairs, fans revelved in his presence, Jensen’s first solo panel so it was expected to be wild and it was. Questions left and right came at him about Soldier Boy, how he prepared for the role and the differences on set to other ones, most prominently Supernatural. 

It surprised him how people were quick to put in their theories to his unaired episodes, how they’d go and how mean Jensen was gonna be. They’ve got too much time on their hands, that’s for sure. 

Speaking of time, his mind drifts back to the woman in his hotel room upstairs. Restrained on the bed and possibly whimpering for any sort of friction, possibly regretting her decisions to be a brat. 

Unconsciously, he runs a hand down his beard, licking his lips to get that faint taste of her slick. Thinking about going back to her now and fucking her six ways to Sunday. But his brain reminds him where he’s at, where hundreds can witness the boner forming in his jeans. Not like Misha can stand in front of him to hide it, even his friend knows that Y/N is his weakness. 

“ Should I repeat my question?” The fan asks, unsure of why Jensen is so silent and touching his beard a lot. 

“ Oh, sorry yeah go ahead. Got lost for a second.” Jensen kept touching his beard though, and the fans started to speculate in hushed whispers, not that he cares. He’s aware of the fanfiction on him, describing him exactly as he was in the bedroom. Hell, that’s how he met his loving wife, sort of. 

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Jensen exits the elevator, standing tall and clenching his jaw while opening the door to his room. Y/N was right where he left her, rolling both hips up to nothing and whining. 

“ You little minx, haven’t learned your lesson huh?” He stalks towards the edge of the bed, ghosting his fingers over her inner thigh, to which she jolts at his touch. “ Clearly seducing me while I work, occupying my thoughts…” He clicks his tongue while grazing over her dripping folds, sucking his bottom lip in between teeth. “ You’re a bad influence, we gotta work on that. Daddy’s gotta work, not think about the little slut in his bed.” 

Y/N mewls as his digit teases slipping inside her, brain fuzzy after his slew of degrading words and being isolated for so long. 

“ You think you deserve to be fucked?” She nodded eagerly, moving her hips to get his finger deeper inside. “ After distracting me while I work?” 

His finger pushes deeper inside, watching her fall apart slowly. “ Such a pathetic little thing, desperate for anything at this point.” 

Jensen watches her swallow his finger, even the second one just as easily with a deep growl. “ Guess I can’t blame you, I’m that good.” His fingers get quickly to work, stretching her open in scissor motions and marveling at the sight. 

Y/N’s eyes roll back, practically possessed by the movement of his fingers and continuous spew of words that ought to bring her to shame. 

“ Tell you what, if you cum just like this, I’ll forget your little back talk today. Can you do that? Or are you too dumb to do so?” Y/N nodded again, trying to speak but as his fingers moved faster, loud moans escaped her instead. 

“ Fuck sweetheart, you’re really tight. It’s like I don’t fuck you enough.” He continues to talk but Y/N can’t focus on them as her long awaited climax from earlier comes back in full swing. Washing over her body and when it’s ready, releasing the woman from its spell as she collapses back onto the mattress in a cold sweat. 

His fingers continue to move as she falls back down from her high, chuckling softly while slowly removing them. Bringing it to his lips to taste and groaning. “ Shit, I’m never gonna get tired of this.” 

“ I am, no more please.” She muttered, body going limp as Jensen helped her out, cleaning her up in the process. 

“ You played your role pretty fucking well, told you, acting isn’t that hard.” Jensen leaves butterfly kisses where he can, smiling after each one to which makes Y/N groan in playful disgust. “ Hey, I’m serious. I didn’t think role playing a tumblr fanfiction of yours was going to be this hot.” Once finished, he puts on a favorite shirt that she loves wearing from his closet, pulling her close as they snuggled together. 

“ Hmm, but I didn’t make it to the part where you actually fuck me.” She buries her head in his neck, inhaling that sweet musky cologne of his. Always grounding her back on Earth. 

“ Doesn’t matter, I still had a good time and I don’t wanna push you too much. It was a first for both of us, maybe down the road it’ll be a little more intense.” He places one more kiss on her temple, stroking his fingers along Y/N’s bare backside. “ For now, just get some sleep. You’re gonna need some energy when we get dinner later.” 

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ALTERNATE ENDING: 

His finger pushes deeper inside, watching her fall apart slowly. “ Such a pathetic little thing, desperate for anything at this point.” 

Jensen watches her swallow his finger, even the second one just as easily with a deep growl. “ Guess I can’t blame you, I’m that good.” His fingers get quickly to work, stretching her open in scissor motions and marveling at the sight. 

Y/N’s eyes roll back, practically possessed by the movement of his fingers and continuous spew of words that ought to bring her to shame. 

“ Tell you what, if you cum just like this, I’ll forget your little back talk today. Can you do that? Or are you too dumb to do so?” Y/N nodded again, trying to speak but as his fingers moved faster, loud moans escaped her instead. 

“ Come on, I need words not pathetic noises.” Jensen knows the impact he has on her and is being a dick for that comment but Y/N’s riding his fingers so well and clenching around every word so it’s fine. 

So Y/N tries again but finds herself facing failure once more and groans, hating that she can’t do one simple task. 

“ Come on baby girl, you put words together, it ain’t rocket science.” Though Y/N continues to struggle and he just sighs, faking disappointment. 

Just before he can say more however, a dark chuckle takes his focus off the woman taking his fingers knuckle deep to the auburn standing just a few feet away from their bed. “ Well Jay, if she’s gonna keep making those sinful little noises, you gotta put them to good use. Ain’t that right honey?” 

Y/N nodded eagerly, leaning as far as possible to meet her lips as Danneel’s lingerie covered body leans onto the mattress. “ Has Daddy been torturing you all day? That’s not nice, especially considering how good you were by yourself today. My good little honeybun.” 

Jensen rolls his eyes, swatting Y/N’s clit to make the woman focus back on her punishment. “ She was a brat, stop praising her bad behavior Dee.” 

The auburn chuckled, kissing Y/N sweetly once more. “ She’s never a brat, maybe you are Jay. My girl is always on her best behavior.” She lets her delicate fingers skim down her body to where Jensen was drilling into her with thick digits and began to circle her pearl. “ She just needs a good dom to acknowledge that, right babygirl?” 

Danneel’s touch was far more gentle than Jensen’s and the opposing sides battling it out with her body made Y/N a little dizzy, sighing happily at being in the middle of it all. 

“ I do acknowledge it, but you can’t encourage brat behavior. She needs discipline.” Jensen can feel Y/N’s inner walls clench around him, making obscene noises as he moves even faster. Wrist already cramping up but the man pulls through.

Danneel turns to look at Y/N cupping her cheek with a free hand. “ Daddy’s just jealous that he can’t tame your cute ass. I’ve offered to help him but he never wants it.” She fakes a sigh before moving her hand away from her pearl and standing on both knees onto the bed. “ Poor Daddy, he just doesn’t have what I have,” She moves to have her ass hovering over Y/N’s face, fingers moving the flimsy and soaked lace to the side where the other woman could see Dee’s folds glistening in arousal. 

Y/N licks her lips, waiting for Dee to sink down and smother her in a beautiful and delicious paradise. “ Maybe I should be the one with the dick in the relationship, I know how to use it better.” Danneel can see how Y/N’s mouth salivates at the sight and chuckles, slowly sinking down with a content sigh. “ Or maybe Daddy needs a pussy cause this always makes my lil honeybun a good girl. Doesn’t it?” A whimper vibrates through the auburn’s body and she mewls softly.

“ You just gotta pay attention to her needs Jay, not that hard.” She slowly moves to ride her face, hands tugged at the pebbled nipples through the black lace covering them. “ But after all, the only person who knows what a woman wants is, well, a woman.” 

Dee leans forward, tugging Jensen’s shirt to bring him in for a passionate kiss while her hand goes down to palm his hardening member behind those beloved jeans he enjoys wearing to be a fucking tease. After pulling away, a line of spit connecting their lips, Dee’s face goes serious. “ And don’t ever leave her alone up here unsupervised. You understand? Shame on you for leaving her here where anyone can stick their dick inside her.” 

Danneel was fiercely protective of Y/N, and Jensen should have known better but both parties consented for the desire of getting the roleplay correct based on Y/N’s fanfiction. This is something they had not discussed with Danneel solely for her reaction now, cause Y/N had been through so much the auburn didn’t want her partner to endure more. 

Removing Jensen’s fingers from Y/N’s heat, she sucks them clean before pulling them out of her mouth. Fighting to remain in her dominant composure as Y/N brings her close to orgasm. “ When Y/N makes me cum, she’ll see how it’s like for Daddy to be punished for being a bad guy. And if you wanna redeem yourself Jay, then be a good boy and get the bag of toys. I have plans for your sorry ass.” 

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Ever After Boutique - chapter 10

Summary: Frankee regrets her decision.

CEO!Henry Cavill x Frankee Newhouse

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: some mentions of flashing and groping. Some nakedness

Masterlist // Ever After Boutique Masterlist // Previous chapter

The work is fucking terrible. I have never hated a workplace this much. The fact I’m being groped on a daily basis by perverted old men, have one co-worker who is moronic and doesn’t understand a single thing I tell him and that combined with the fact customers are dirty assholes as well thinking I'm the one for sale, makes me realize mister Burke is a sleazy old man. I fear that if I were to work here a day longer, he might flashes his dick. He seems like the type of pervert to do that and not taking any chances, I decide to quit.

After four agonizing weeks.

And I realize I only took this job to never ever face Henry again, but in all honesty, I loved working there. Ever After Boutique was the family I o so miss right now.

After I mindlessly strolled through New York City for a while, I somehow end in front of Ever After Boutique. I could do it… I have been texting the girls every once in a while, of course never telling them about the dumpster fire I worked at. No, according to the texts, working as an assistant manager was amazing.

I push open the door, only to discover it’s pretty in the boutique. The girls are working their asses off, running around to make sure the customers are being helped, but Vivvi and Chrissy drop their boxes and rush over to me once they see me.

‘Oh my, we missed you so much,’ Chrissy says, clinging onto me.

‘You look so tired,’ Vivvi says. ‘Have you been eating well?’

I missed them so much. Vivvi’s comment and Chrissy’s hug almost make me tear up. ‘I’m fine. You just seem so busy here, I’ll come back later.’

Right before they can say something along the lines of that I need to stay, Leona exits the backroom and smiles widely when she sees me. ‘Newhouse, with me,’ she says. ‘Chrissy, Vivvi, make sure the boxes are unpacked, there is someone behind the counter and the dressing rooms are clean.’

‘Done!’ The two of them spread out over the store and I walk over to Leona.

‘I was just wondering how you guys were, but you’re busy,’ I say. ‘I don’t want to slow you down.’

‘We are indeed very busy,’ Leona says, ‘and that’s why we need you. No one can fold clothes as fast as you can. Come on, with me.’ Like I’m some sort of puppy, I walk behind her and like that, we are secluded from the hectic back in the boutique. ‘The job isn’t treating you well,’ she says. ‘You look drained.’

‘Mhm.’

‘I know why you took that job,’ she then says.

That takes me by surprise. ‘What?’

‘I saw it coming, with the way you and Henry were. Normally, he’d fire someone like you in a heartbeat, however you stuck around way too long, a clear sign he was pretty into you. Fold that.’

As I’m folding the pile of clothes, Leona continues.

‘You taking another job, seemed weird, especially because Henry had been telling me about expanding the place. Opening another location, or literally expanding this place, by buying the floor above, so we could sell men and children’s clothes. He told me he wanted to make you assistant manager if not manager, because you could handle it. But then he didn’t show up anymore and on your last day here, I saw you two kissing near his car.’

Oh my gosh…

‘So when you were gone, I confronted him and he kinda spilled the beans on what happened. The stuff you did here—I heard you and him both deep cleaned the place, for which I’m forever grateful—the day after that, when you made him open up and how that all scared him.’

My cheeks are burning up, because my boss knows I had sex with the bigger boss in this particular room. I clear my throat. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Why?’ Leona asks. ‘For falling in love? Honey, it’s okay.’

‘No, I’m sorry for quitting.’ I stop folding the pieces, as I look to the side to Leona. ‘I shouldn’t have taken the other job. The place I worked at fucking stunk. It was terrible. I should’ve been more mature and confronted my problems, not go out of my way to avoid dealing with them.’

Leona sighs. ‘It was that bad there?’

‘Bad isn’t even enough to describe it. When I call it horrendous, it’s an understatement. I even quit today.’

She nods. ‘Well, normally I’d say that once you quit, you quit forever, but I can see this choice of yours was made purely out of fear and slight ignorance. Besides, you are the best employee we’ve ever had here.’

Oh dear… ‘Is this what I think it is?’ I ask, slightly hopeful.

‘You want your job back?’ Leona asks with a smile. ‘The offer stands for the next minute.’

The easiest choice I have ever made. ‘Of course, of course! I’ll take it,’ I say.

‘On one condition.’

‘Anything!’

‘After you finished here, you go talk to Henry. Clear the air.’

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Godfrey was happy to see me, because he hugged me tightly when he saw me on the doorstep, however I’m not too sure if Henry is gonna share that same enthusiasm as his butler. I end up in the private pool and I hate the fact Henry has this, including a sauna, inside his house. How on earth did he think he was the loser of the family? In my family, he would be considered the absolute champ.

I see him swimming a lap and I walk towards the edge of the pool. His back is strong, I can see every muscle as he swims. Gosh, this man. He stops near the same edge I’m standing at and he looks up. ‘Miss Newhouse,’ he says, not fazed at all, which either means Leona called him to tell him about me going here or he just does an excellent job hiding it. Weirdly enough, I suspect it's the latter. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Telling you I quit my other job and I’m working at Ever After again.’

He gets out of the pool and I try not to get distracted by the fact Henry is shirtless, wearing some pretty tight trunks. ‘I see,’ he says. ‘Eyes up here, miss.’

Oh dear, I am totally staring, which is rude and incredibly perverted. Maybe I should’ve stayed at the other boutique. Would fit right in.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘For what?’

‘For staring, for leaving, for not talking to you like a real mature woman would do. I am so terribly sorry, Henry. The real reason I left was because I was scared. Scared you didn’t want me anymore. Scared of facing you and… Despite the fact I mostly throw sarcasm and some borderline mean stuff towards you and vice versa, I realized that not seeing you wasn’t an option anymore.’

Henry sighs deeply, before he makes eye contact with me. ‘Join me in the sauna,’ he says. ‘We’ll talk there.’

Okay, that’s a good sign. I think? I watch him walk towards the sauna and as he opens the door, like the real tease he is, he steps out of his trunks right before he gets in. I’m almost one hundred percent sure this is a positive sign.

I strip out of my clothes, neatly folding them up, before I walk towards the sauna. I open the door and I spot him on the wooden bench, taking a whole lot of space. I close the door behind me, leaning against it. ‘Are we good?’ I ask him.

He nods. ‘More than good,’ he says. ‘I’m so sorry for not being mature enough to face you,’ he says. It’s soft, almost like he doesn’t want me to hear it. ‘I shouldn’t have avoided you like I did. After I told you about the things I haven’t thought about in years, I felt this vulnerability. I felt exposed. Facing you meant facing the stuff from my past.’

‘I understand.’

‘So for that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every shitty thing I have done to you.’

I bite my bottom lip, walking over to him. I stand in between his thick legs, placing my hands on his shoulders. ‘I am sorry for leaving and all the other shitty things I have done to you, because I know it’s quite a lot.’

He chuckles and it even reaches his eyes, making him look a lot less like crap. ‘Yeah, that’s true. For starters, you hitting me with your umbrella.’

‘I apologized for that,’ I exclaim. ‘Over and over again. You on the other hand have never apologized for stealing my cab.’ When I see him laughing, his shoulders shaking as he leans his head back against the wall, I let out a snicker too. ‘So, we’re all good?’

‘We’re good,’ he confirms. ‘Just promise me you’re not gonna leave Ever After again. Don’t know if I can handle that.’

‘I promise, as long as you promise to not shut me out again.’

‘Promise.’

‘And a little birdie told me you were thinking about expanding the boutique and make me assistant manager. Just so you already know, I’d love that job, so please don’t hesitate to offer me that job.’

‘Leona…’ he groans. ‘She seriously told you that?’

‘Yes, but please, don’t feel obligated to offer me right now. I was just joking.’

He smiles. ‘Come on, sit,’ he says, his tone soft and deep.

I straddle his thighs and wrap my arms securely around his shoulders.

‘What’s going on inside your pretty head?’

‘Nothing,’ I whisper. ‘Just that I missed you a whole lot. That’s all.’

‘I missed you too,’ he admits. ‘You got anywhere to be at tomorrow?’

I shake my head. ‘No, I start on Monday again. Why?’

Henry squeezes my bottom. ‘Because you know… You misbehaved.’

‘You’re gonna regret that,’ I chuckle, so not meaning it, because with the way my heart rate is going, I am already waiting for what comes next.

He smiles, before he kisses my lips. ‘I don’t think I will.’

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[Shikamaru Nara X Reader] Planned

Requested by: @anonymous: Shikamaru asking the reader to move in with him

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x gn!Reader

Note: Thank you for your request, anon. Seriously, I had troubles coming up with the title and plot for so long lol ;DD. I had a really fun time writing this (this is like I dunno maybe the 4th draft?). Enough rambling, enjoy reading!

Your appetite dissipated as soon as you saw the words written on the letter sent out to all renters at your complex, “To restore the facilities of our complex, the monthly rent, therefore, would increase by 15%.”

After the Fourth Shinobi War, you were in no good financial condition. Working for the Council, your paycheck for the next two months was upheld to recover the ruins of the village. You did not regret your decision to give up your salary to help Konoha, but you were unsure how you would even make it through this month.

The number ‘15%’ kept on repeating in your head. You had to hide this from Shikamaru of course, at least for now. He was already busy enough with paperwork, you could not bother him with your problem.

It had been four days of you hunting for a place to stay, yet it was all futile. You banged your head on the office desk after returning from lunch, sleep-deprived and hopeless. You had three more days before the landlord would literally kick you out of the complex, not a lot of time. You were so screwed.

After all your vain attempts, you were contemplating whether to actually tell Shikamaru about your housing issue or not. Maybe he could help you find a place with his position in the Council. You sighed, you decided to see how today would go first, maybe you would tell him eventually, soon.

Then you heard a familiar voice approaching your table. It was Shikamaru stopping by your department before making his way to the Hokage’s office, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you lifted your face and weakly grinned, “on your way to the Hokage?”

He nodded, “You want to go out for dinner tonight?”

“Sure,” you eagerly replied, momentarily forgot about your nagging burden, “I’ve been craving some noodles!”

Shikamaru smiled wide and smoothed your hair, “I’ll come get you at six.”

After he left, your energy was revived as you stretched your arms up above your head and started your afternoon shift. Then you noticed several colleagues snickering behind, “Y/N, you two look so cute together.”

You blushed, suddenly aware that the whole office witnessed your interaction. Another girl continued, “Why don’t you just ask him to let you move in? You guys have been dating for years!”

Biting your inner cheek, you instantly put down her suggestion with a feigned laugh, “I’ll be able to rent one before I’m kicked out. Besides, we are not that ready to live together, you know.” 

Moving with Shikamaru was an option that never crossed your mind. It was not because you did not love him nor the other way around. But it was just that living together would be on a whole new level of intimacy. And to be honest, you were quite reluctant if your boyfriend would think it was fine. You knew for a fact if you were to tell him about your residency situation, he would immediately pull you under his roof, but it would be... forced. So you decided to wait.

You nodded to yourself, assuring that you would be okay. At least, you could stay at Ino’s for several days and cross your fingers that the blonde would not spill a word to your boyfriend, which was nearly impossible. Again, you sighed.

“How was your day?” Shikamaru questioned after you finished your last slurp of noodles.

“Not so tiring,” wiping the corner of your lips with a tissue, you automatically replied, “I’ve contacted an agency already and I’m going to go see their place tomorrow to see what they have to offer... oh...” 

Oh. You blinked, your mouth was faster than your brain. Great.

You hesitantly glanced at him, trying to find an appropriate reason to cover your mistake, “I meant I scheduled a meeting to see the housing choices that they offer.” The more you talked, the quieter you became, stuttering between your words, “It’s not like I’m going to get kicked out soon, no, actually, I just wanted to move to somewhere... ugh... closer to you? Yeah, I wanted to live closer to your place.”

You gulped, hoping that was a decent scapegoat even though you were sure he saw through your lie in an instant.

“Why do you need to live closer to me when you can live with me instead?”

“What?” You were totally bewildered when the words passed his lips, nearly choking on your water, “Did I hear you wrong?”

“I want you to move in with me, Y/N.”

You lowered your head and stared at your hands under the table, they suddenly felt so small, “Are you sure?”

“Do you think I’m not being serious?” Shikamaru took your hands in his, finger pads grazing across your skin.

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just, living together is really... complicated.”

“I've been wanting to tell you this,” he straightened his back and cleared his throat. “Tonight, I, Shikamaru Nara, will take Y/N under his roof, vowing to provide Y/N with an abundance of necessities, including clothes, foods, drinks, free access to a double-sized bed and a bathtub with hot water available at anytime, a perfectly safe shelter and a an intelligent man.” Kami knew he had been practicing the same lines for days not to cringe at the last few words.

You hugged your stomach, laughing at his testament but there were waves of unnamed happiness fluttering deep down, “Why do you sound like a real estate agent trying to lure me to sign a rental contract? And what’s up with the last term?”

He smiled seeing that you had released all the tension he saw in the afternoon, “If you’re still not satisfied, we can amend the contract when you’re officially moved in. By the way, it’s rent-free, you don’t have to worry about any 15% raise.”

Your eyes immediately narrowed as realization dawned upon you, “You knew about the 15% raise?”

He shrugged, “So are you signing the contract?”

Biting your lips, you growled, “So you did know about my struggle for the last few days, huh? And you probably planned this, too! Shikamaru, I swear I w—um...”

Shikamaru quickly pulled you in and captured your lips, “Be quick, I don’t have a lot of patience, dear customer.”

He smirked, his plan finally worked. The truth was he wanted to ask you to move in with him even before the war started but unfortunately, he did not get a chance to do so. After his eyes happened to skim across the budget allocation and saw the name of your complex on the list one week ago with a mention of a 15% raise to restore the infrastructures, a bulb lit in his head. You were not wrong, it was indeed, very well-planned.

You melted in his arms, already decided to say yes but refused to give up on the outside, “When did you know about the raise?”

“You should know I oversee a majority of the budget here, especially during this period.” He deadpanned, “Besides, it doesn’t matter because you have officially signed the contract. You used one of the services.”

“What? I have never said so and I didn’t use any of your services!”

He pointed at his lips, “Do you still remember the last term?”

“That doesn’t count! You took advantage of me!” Your face reddened in embarrassment, shoving him away with a huff, “And why didn’t you tell me anything?”

Shikamaru retreated, scratching his head, “I had to prepare everything before I take you home, sorry for taking so long. I want to make the experience perfect.”

Your eyes softened, “So I guess I can’t no longer back off anymore, yeah?”

A look of confident spread across his features, “And one more thing, if you want to cancel the contract or withdraw or anything, you will be spending the rest of your life stuck, with, me.”

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