Please don't Talk to Me

Ashley Barrett | 19 | The Loner Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. I'm good.

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[topsergeantbenoit]

Beau tried his best to gobble up the doughnut that he had in hand, chewing with enthusiasm before reaching for one of the dryer doughnuts. Suddenly, as though something had struck him still, Beau paused  everything, and looked up at Ashley who was simply lying over him. “Oh,” he muffled with chocolate in his mouth. “I got invited to this gala. The Marine ones. I mean, I get invited every year, but I havent really had a date to go with until this one.” People seem to run away the moment he mentions his service time. “Wanna go? It’s super fancy so I can drive us in a fancy car, and we’ll go in a very nice ballroom. Like Silvercrest nice.”

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Ashley hummed softly having enjoyed relaxing against him before perking up with a bright grin on her face. "You mean the kind of gala where I can wear a pretty dress?" she asked, jokingly, shifting the straddle his lap with her arms wrapping around his neck, kissing his lips softly. "I would love to go with you, Sarge."

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[topsergeantbenoit]

"I love you too, Ashley," Beau said within his yawn, stretching out over the sofa that was much too small for him to be lying on. Relaxing his arm over Ashley, he let his fingers brush the area that they were touching, softly feeling her soft skin with calloused hands. With his free arm, he outstretched to the coffee table where the doughnuts were and Stuffed it into his mouth. Moving it over again, he took another and tried to push it into Ashley’s mouth— both having been soaked by the hot chocolate and thus more chewy than before.

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Ashley laughed as he stuffed the doughnut in her face, and she reached up to hold what she didn't eat. She chewed thoughtfully as she looked up at him, relaxing as his fingers brushed over her skin. This was all she wanted for today, to curl up with her boyfriend and to have -- perhaps -- less chewy doughnuts, though that was her fault so she couldn't complain. "Thank you for staying," Ashley murmured, having swallowed her doughnut and taking another bite. 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[topsergeantbenoit]

At the command, Beau had to pause himself, and moved back from Ashley, so that he had room. When he pulled off his jeans, he kicked his legs up high to get rid of them, and his shirt went flying across the room. And what about the underwear? Well, apparently, the man was going commando that particular day. It must have been laundry day back home. Coming back to her, he slipped off the coat, setting it down on the sofa before helping her pull off her clingy shirt and bra. The jeans were a little harder, but they would come down with her underwear before he pulled the coat right over her again— warm and toasty for her. He wouldn’t deny it— the sight was pretty incredible to him. Jumping to the sofa, he kicked his feet up, and relaxed back into it.

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Ashley cuddled up to Beau, wrapping her arms around his torso, pulling a blanket over them from the back of the couch. She was happy that the pair of them were even together at this point, no matter what circumstances had them together. She shrugged off his jacket as she got under the blanket and under his arm, her head resting on his shoulder and her feet pressed against his hip opposite of the side she was sitting on so she was strewn across his body. "I love you, Beau." 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Ashley was shivering in the hall, looking up at him with a small ‘I’m sorry’ pout, which was interrupted by chattering teeth. Ashley did not do well in the cold in general, especially not correctly protected against it. “I love you too.” Though she was shivering and teeth were chattering, she was trying to make her words come out as clearly as possible. “I didn’t want you to leave. I wanted you to stay here.”

[topsergeantbenoit]

Beau put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them quickly against the coat, attempting to warm her up as quickly as possible. He almost felt guilty for having almost run off in response to her teasing. What kind of man was he when he couldnt even submit himself to a joke? Certainly not a good one if he had his girlfriend freezing because of it. “Okay, I’m here now…just….come on.” He’d lead her to the sofa and sit her down before trying to warm her up some more. 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Beau was the best boyfriend Ashley had ever had. Sometimes the two of them were a little too blank faced in what they said -- some things were simply too ambiguous. "Get naked," Ashley was slowly starting to warm up, but there were a few things that would make it go faster. "Body heat, warm, please." She was still interrupting herself with chattering teeth, and though the warm room was helping, and his wool coat was helping, in the two minutes she'd been outside, her cotton T-shirt was soaked through and so was her jeans. "And me too, please." She was so huddled up for warmth that she could barely move without feeling like she was getting colder and not hotter."

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

"Beau!" Ashley panicked with what was in her hands, and she kind of panicked and dropped it, running after him, lacking her jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves — in essence, Ashley was fucking freezing, but that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter to her at all that she was freezing. It mattered to her that Beau was upset and almost literally running away from her. She didn’t ever want him to feel like that! He didn’t deserve to feel that way, especially not from someone that he loved. "Please!" She was terrified he would pull away when she was half on his bike, wrapping her arms around him as best as she could. "Don’t go, Beau. Please don’t go." 

[topsergeantbenoit]

Beau was about ready to go when he was stopped by her clinging right onto him— without any actual wintertime clothes on. He was forced to look at her, and even more, pull off his own coat to drape over her. Turning off the engine, he scooped her up in the coat and took her inside the house. Luckily, the way that the box fell, he was at least able to save the doughnuts, which were now partially soaked in hot chocolate. Putting them on the table, he closed the door behind him and pulled off the helmet. “I love you, Ashley, but why did you go out in the cold like that?!” It was more of a rhetorical question. “Don’t do it again. I don’t want you catching pneumonia. I caught it once and I almost died! It’s not pretty.”

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Ashley was shivering in the hall, looking up at him with a small 'I'm sorry' pout, which was interrupted by chattering teeth. Ashley did not do well in the cold in general, especially not correctly protected against it. "I love you too." Though she was shivering and teeth were chattering, she was trying to make her words come out as clearly as possible. "I didn't want you to leave. I wanted you to stay here."

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[topsergeantbenoit]

It didn’t connect to him, though he was invited into the home now, with her acting so regrettably towards him only made the man feel even worse about all of this! There was no way that he could possibly stay any longer, and placing the box and drinks in her hand, he quickly turned and rushed the other way, towards his motorcycle. Putting the helmet on his head, somehow, he found relief for his flushed, embarrassed expression. At least now no one could see it, and he simply could ride away without looking any wrong. Putting key to ignition, Beau begun revving up the engine.

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

"Beau!" Ashley panicked with what was in her hands, and she kind of panicked and dropped it, running after him, lacking her jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves -- in essence, Ashley was fucking freezing, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter to her at all that she was freezing. It mattered to her that Beau was upset and almost literally running away from her. She didn't ever want him to feel like that! He didn't deserve to feel that way, especially not from someone that he loved. "Please!" She was terrified he would pull away when she was half on his bike, wrapping her arms around him as best as she could. "Don't go, Beau. Please don't go." 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[topsergeantbenoit]

Beau disengaged almost immediately, and his mind was quickly elsewhere, focused on her words, but particularly on how horribly embarrassed he was that he had nothing to say to that. Normally he’d have something to tell her! Oh no, this was a complete disaster! One of the things he was not willing to be infront of her, was in a state of vulnerability— one of the reasons he never even talked about his military past! All these thoughts happened, while he just stood there, drinks and box in hand, staring out with a thousand yard stare. 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Ashley quickly stood on her toes, kissing his jaw sweetly. She had this tendency, as she knew that she did, to be too blank faced with him, to not express her teasing properly, sometimes she just didn't realize her resting bitch face was... well, that bitchy, and she hated to think that she made Beau feel that bad. "Come on in, Beau, please." She hated to think that someone so amazing and so happy and so bright was bogged down by her. 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[topsergeantbenoit]

Beau was stunned, and due to her having such a straight face with an obvious tease, he simply fumbled over it.  There wasn’t much for him to say in response to that, and so he didn’t. He just stood in the cold, shivering. 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

She felt bad almost immediately, and she stepped aside for him, looking down and biting the inside of her cheek. "Sorry," she murmured softly, reaching up to stroke her fingers through her hair. 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

You. Me. Chocolate glazed doughnuts and hot chocolate. I've got a box and two cups with our name on them if you let me in the house.

"Oh?" Ashley leaned against the open door, brows raised. "And what if I decided that I wanted those doughnuts and hot cocoa for myself, hm? Then not only are you out a nice, warm couch and television, but your hot cocoa and doughnuts."

[xanderirving]

"Actually, my life’s pretty fuckin’ awesome, princess. There’s just a few snot-nosed kids it could do without."

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

"What's so awesome about getting drunk and sleeping around?" 

[xanderirving]

"If I hear one more kid whine about this place not being a damn Starbucks, I’m gonna throw ‘em into the Deep Forest until they learn to appreciate good coffee.”

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

"Your life just sounds horrible." 

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It's a Fucking Cup of Coffee | Open

There were some things that Ashley just needed to start expecting. Some things included the general and occasionally stupid antics of her husband boyfriend Beau, the pickiness of some of Silvercrest's diners at Tom's, and the inability for people to make reasonable decisions on their own. One, it seemed, was having a particularly hard time deciding on what cup of coffee to purchase, and it was making her.... antsy to say the very least. 

The unfortunate thing about Ashley was that her fuse was quick to light, and that fuse bought you about thirty seconds from running directly away from the blast zone. Most people lost an eye, some lost a dick depending on genitals. 

Though it was completely unlike her to reach forward and tap a person's shoulder, she couldn't stop herself. This was just too damn much. "Hi, yeah. I will give you five dollars to make your damn decision." 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

It's the Little Things | Ashley Barrett and Beau Benoit

[topsergeantbenoit]

Even the wolf, his Fenrir system’s second half had affections for Ashley. After all, to the wolf, she was his meal ticket— always there to feed it when it has only an hour to regain all the blood that was lost. She was also for this very reason, the closest thing it had to a friend. After all, she had saved the wolf from dying a year and a half back. Though she didn't exactly know who he was, the wolf would never forget that scent— the scent of the only creature besides itself that it would defend.

Beau was becoming as private as Ashley, mostly before of the fact that he had yet to entirely adjust to people again. Debriefing wasn’t exactly helpful for learning how to deal with people after understanding that most people would never understand or even fully care about your situation. It made him angry…frustrated him…almost enough to feel the tempers boiling to the edge of the pot. In fact, it was one of the reasons he constantly came to Tom’s diner. Ashley was the only one that actually cared. At least, of the people that were still alive. Sure, he didn’t talk about his problems, but he didn’t have to. She could usually tell when he was upset and make him completely forget his troubles.

Wrapping his arm around her as she sat next to him, he pressed a kiss against the temple of her head. Sure, she’d only be sitting down for a moment, but he would make sure that it counted for something. “You know it, little Ace.” There was a funny story behind that nickname…well not really. The girl got straight A’s in all her classes, so the nickname was just him being in disbelief at seeing so many A’s in one place. The only A he ever managed to get came from Music and P.E.! And here she was passing classes he couldn’t even pronounce!

"I’d love if I could get extra whipped cream on you, but last time I made a ‘sexual advance’ for you, I almost got arrested," he’d joke. Ashley looked particularly young with her youthful face and short height and Beau particularly old with his beard, long hair and stature, so it only made the age problem worse for them. Even though there really wasn’t an age thing. He could drink himself into liver disease, and she couldn’t. That was the only thing. "But yeah, I want lots and lots of whipped cream with my shake. And no, not to go. "

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

Though she didn't really want for Beau to be such a privatized person, she truly understood, and she even understood why he didn't want to talk about Afghanistan. It was Afghanistan. There were too many horror stories about the war to count, and the fact that Beau even came back to Silvercrest was a miracle in and of itself, and the fact that he even trusted her enough to spend his time with her meant the world. 

Of course, that wasn't to say that Ashley didn't want to know about what he thought about him, about the war and how it had affected him. However, she didn't want to pressure him into feeling like he had to talk about it, nor did she make their relationship seem like she was constantly walking on eggshells to avoid talking with him about it. There was a lot more that they could do that was a better way to spend their time. 

She smiled as he kissed her temple, and she leaned into his embrace, sighing softly. His order had already been placed, and she was just waiting for the call of her name from the cook so that she could get their orders. Hannah, the owner of the fine establishment that was Tom's Diner, was never really too strict when it came to Ashley and Beau, especially when it was as slow as it currently was. "You got it Sarge," she murmured, smiling up at him and kissing his cheek. "It's coming up soon." 

Ashley laughed. Sometimes, she genuinely felt bad about how she looked, and how people seemed to mistake her for either his daughter, and on top of that, someone who was underaged, and she was most definitely neither of those things. "Mmm," Ashley smiled as she looked up at him. "I think you might have to get me to go." It was true that Ashley was generally tired after her shifts, but today seemed to be really getting to her. 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

It's the Little Things | Ashley Barrett and Beau Benoit

[topsergeantbenoit]

Tom’s Diner happened to be the only good place that seerved decent looking burgers within Silvercrest. It seemed kind of a shame that they didn’t even have something like a McDonalds or a Burger King nearby, but Beau couldn’t exactly threaten his way into getting one. Or move the entirety of the restaurant from one location to another. Having already considered those hypotheticals, it was a particular woman named Ashley that always seemed to have the right thing to say at the moment.

It seemed that she knew more than most people he’d ever met, and whether it meant that she was exceptional, or that the crowds he hung out with were really stupid, he did not care. The loner was absolutely incredible to him, and in the years that he had lived within Silvercrest, he found none more willing to endure the worse parts of him, than this particular woman. It made him crave her attention, and desire her validation, and in a way, it was like an addiction, but one that Beau would not be able to kick the habit of.

This all being said, Beau was not adverse to seeing her at work. Though he originally came for the burger, he stayed for the beautiful little girl that worked as a waitress there. Smiling at the kiss that he received, he took her hand holding the pencil and kissed the back of it. “Pretty good, alright.” Beau slid closer to her, seemingly quite excited.

"I’ll take a double stacked bacon burger with cheese and extra bacon. No sauces. No Veggies. Just plain. Also an oreo milkshake, And uh, a large order of fries."  He had to think to himself and pause a few times, thinking there was more he wanted. "Oh, and a large sprite. But not in the tall glasses. In a disposable cup with a straw. It’s for the road. You got all that?"  

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

In the ways that Beau was genuinely addicted to Ashley, she was addicted to him. In their year of being together, of being so truly happy -- even with his Fenrir coming out to play -- Beau had never made Ashley feel more alive. He made her feel invigorated, like life, with him, was truly worth living, and she suddenly had gone from living with a patten of daily motions that made it look like she was functioning, to living a life of love and laughter, even if Beau was the only one who really got to see it. 

To be honest? Beau was actually why she looked forward to some of her shifts at Tom's Diner. She knew that he would come in, sit in the same booth, right before her longest break of the day came on -- her thirty minutes for lunch -- and they'd get to sit and eat together. Most of the times, it was filled with laughter and talking, though sometimes they were able to sit in silence, enjoying the company of one another. 

As he kissed the back of her hand, she smiled, sitting beside him as she ordered, kicking her feet up on the booth seat across from them. She could afford to sit for the minute it took him to say everything, especially because he almost always ordered the same thing. 

Looking up at him, she raised a brow, as though pointing out he missed something in his 'usual' order. In fact, she was pointing out what he missed. "And with that oreo milkshake do you want extra whip cream?" There was a soft smile on her face as she looked up at him, entertained by her own question. "Or do you want to save it for later?" 

[deathhasadaughter-blog]

It's the Little Things | Ashley Barrett and Beau Benoit

Ashley didn't particularly mind her need to work so she would have a means of paying for college. What she didn't appreciate was the fact that she had to work at Tom's diner. There was something about working at the restaurant that was… tedious, at best.

Maybe it was the fact that Ashley had a genuine need to not have to ever speak to people who weren't Hannah, the owner of Tom's diner, or Beau, but she guessed that she'd have to do what she had to do to get where she wanted to go. 

Head down, Ashley stepped over to the table, looking down at the notebook in her hands before looking up at the person before her. A small smile spread across her lips when she saw Beau, and she leaned forward to kiss his forehead.

"How are you?"