#'me and the bad bitch i pulled by being (mad about being) the rose bride'

[centralkvetchmonolith]

I woulda taken her hand. RIP to Miorine-san but I'm different.

[sansacherie]

Lmao I saw that post of Sansa being too classist for Westerosi standards. Infact in that thread, Idk whether it was the same user or not they also said that AGOT Sansa even makes Theon look like a saint 😂.

I agree with you all characters in ASOIAF are classist to varying degrees even smallfolk POV like Davos have internalised it to some extent.

LOL, that’s so funny. Honestly, the OP was clearly letting off some steam and wasn’t thinking about everything they were writing.  Like, there’s a reason why you keep your diaries private - because sometimes you’ll write in them when you’re mad, and you’ll say really stupid things.  So I’m going to give OP the benefit of the doubt and assume that if they could reevaluate -  they honestly won’t think that AGOT Sansa is worse than ACOK Theon who,

- Raped Kyra

- Was complicit in the murder of two smallfolk children

- Treated the Capitan’s Daughter dismally; not bothering to learn her name, using his position to take advantage of her sexually, and making light of the fact that her father is going to punish her for sleeping with him.

-  His limp body was being dragged from the surf when Theon returned to his Sea Bitch. The masts of his longships stood outlined against the sky along the pebbled beach. Of the fishing village, nothing remained but cold ashes that stank when it rained. The men had been put to the sword, all but a handful that Theon had allowed to flee to bring the word to Torrhen's Square. Their wives and daughters had been claimed for salt wives, those who were young enough and fair. The crones and the ugly ones had simply been raped and killed, or taken for thralls if they had useful skills and did not seem likely to cause trouble.

Like, Theon is a great character and Alfie Allen’s portrayal of him is tremendous - but he did some pretty messed up shit! Now, whenever or not he is capable of redemption is another question. I mean, rape and murder are pretty unforgivable and the only people who could forgive Theon for that, are dead.  This is what makes Theon’s Dance arc so compelling amongst all the horror and despair. Theon can never erase the worst things he ever did, but his rescue of Jeyne Poole shows that he can do some good by putting someone else first. 

And getting back to Sansa.... honestly, how is Sansa too classist “even for Westeros” when she’s been a hostage and then masquerading as a bastard girl, and thus without the power of people like Tywin, Tyrion, and Tyrells? I’m sorry, but Sansa wasn’t the one who demanded that a woman be stripped naked and made to walk the streets because she wore her mother’s jewels.  Would Sansa be angry at her father’s mistress wearing something that belonged to her mother? Yes, of course, she would- all the Starklings would; Arya IMO would take it particularly badly.  But both Sansa and her siblings lack the sadism that drove Tywin to this; to assert his power over someone with none.

I can do this because I am the Lord of Casterly Rock, and you are nothing but a lowborn woman who was simply lucky enough to catch my foolish father’s eye.

Tyrion resents the smallfolk because they don’t consider him a hero. Some of his resentment is justifiable because a lot of it is the consequences of ableism, but at the same time though - the smallfolk are the ones suffering because of the war. In contrast, Sansa was almost raped by some smallfolk men but we never see her hating them for it. At 12-14, she’s able to understand the desperation caused by the famine. 

In both the book and show Sansa says if she had bread, she would have given it. Essentially, if she could help she would.  This brings me to the Tyrells. So, the Tyrells closed the Rose Road while they were still allied with Renly, thus leading to the famine in KL. To give you a reminder of how bad it got-

What little produce he did see was three times as costly as it had been a year ago. One peddler was hawking rats roasted on a skewer. "Fresh rats," he cried loudly, "fresh rats." Doubtless fresh rats were to be preferred to old stale rotten rats. The frightening thing was, the rats looked more appetizing than most of what the butchers were selling. On the Street of Flour, Tyrion saw guards at every other shop door. When times grew lean, even bakers found sellswords cheaper than bread, he reflected.

Afterwards, when the Tyrells and Lannisters decide to hook up, the Rose Road is opened up and wagons of food is sent up in Margaery’s name. If there’s one thing the Tyrells are good at, it’s PR.  It undoubtedly makes them look like heroes, as Sansa and Tyrion both observe-

Sansa had watched from the castle walls as Margaery Tyrell and her escort made their way up Aegon's High Hill. Joffrey had met his new bride-to-be at the King's Gate to welcome her to the city, and they rode side by side through cheering crowds, Joff glittering in gilded armor and the Tyrell girl splendid in green with a cloak of autumn flowers blowing from her shoulders. She was sixteen, brown-haired and brown-eyed, slender and beautiful. The people called out her name as she passed, held up their children for her blessing, and scattered flowers under the hooves of her horse. Her mother and grandmother followed close behind, riding in a tall wheelhouse whose sides were carved into the shape of a hundred twining roses, every one gilded and shining. The smallfolk cheered them as well.The same smallfolk who pulled me from my horse and would have killed me, if not for the Hound.

"No. She's coming, though, and the city's mad with love for her. The Tyrells have been carting food up from Highgarden and giving it away in her name. Hundreds of wayns each day. There's thousands of Tyrell men swaggering about with little golden roses sewn on their doublets, and not a one is buying his own wine. Wife, widow, or whore, the women are all giving up their virtue to every peach-fuzz boy with a gold rose on his teat."They spit on me, and buy drinks for the Tyrells.

The thing is I personally can’t imagine having the audacity to present myself as some kind of hero to someone because I gave them food, knowing full well I was the reason were starving in the first place.

[matthewtkachuk]

speak now - rafe cameron

it’s the day of your wedding and, even though it’s been two years, you can’t stop thinking about the one who got away. little do you know he’s also consumed with thoughts of you and he’s not ready to give up just yet

warnings: angst with a happy ending

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this is the fic i wrote for pen on imessage, everyone say thank you to @girlsru1eboysdroo1 for the fact that this isn’t totally depressing!! i emphasized her favorite lines just for fun, i always wanted to write a fic with this trope so here it is, enjoy!!

You had loved Rafe Cameron your whole life, and truth be told you probably always would. But, he wasn’t yours to want anymore and you weren’t his. In fact, you were silently freaking out in a small room of a church, thinking about the one who got away as your fiancé stood at the end of the aisle.

It wasn’t fair to Chris. Chris, who was so sweet, so kind. Who supported you through thick and thin. Who uprooted his whole life to follow you to the grad school of your dreams. Who held you and loved you and treated you right. Chris, who would probably do anything for you if you only asked.

That was the thing though, with Rafe you never had to ask. He had known you better than you had known yourself, could predict when you needed him and what exactly you needed. He could feel the shift in your energy after a bad day at school or work, and was always ready to cheer you up, whether it was shitty fast food and shittier reality television or his sometimes gentle touch.

Rafe had known you and loved you, all the parts of you. Not just the good that Chris so often praised you over, your kind heart and selfless attitude. But also, the parts of you that you felt you had to hide, your petty jealousy, your quick temper. He loved not only your beautiful parts, but every scar and every flaw too.

But Rafe had let you down, too. His own temper and irrationality got him into trouble on more than one occasion, and all you had wanted was for him to let go of old hurts. You understood his insecurity stemmed from years of never being good enough for his father, Ward Cameron was a son of a bitch who had ruined the self-esteem of the boy you loved. Ultimately it was a combination of both that spelled the end of your relationship. A screaming match where he had projected his own inner turmoil onto you, certain that you could never truly love someone like him. He had said things he couldn’t take back, and you had packed your bags that night, never to step foot in his apartment again.

So here you were, two years later, about to marry another man. You looked at yourself in the mirror, saw the fresh tears pooling, threatening to spill and ruin your expensive makeup. If anyone were to see you, they would probably assume they were happy tears, brought on by the overwhelming joy of linking yourself to Chris forever. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Your tears stemmed from the knowledge that going through with this truly meant the end of a future with Rafe. It was stupid, Rafe hadn’t contacted you in the years since your break up, and the only information you received on his wellbeing you got through his sister Sarah who you still thought of as a friend. Rafe didn’t know that you kept tabs on him, but you wouldn’t be surprised if Sarah told him about you, too. You briefly wondered what it would have felt like to receive the news of your engagement, if he ever saw the invitation hung on Sarah’s fridge. If he was sad, or jealous, or if he even cared.

For a moment, you thought about running, pulling a runaway bride, but Chris didn’t deserve that. His only flaw was that he wasn’t Rafe Cameron, and it wasn’t fair to resent him for that fact. Besides, your mother would throw a fit. She had been mad enough when you had arrived home, 21 and single and in need of a place to stay as you got back on your feet. You were pretty sure she might actually disown you if you left another ‘eligible bachelor’, especially this close to commitment. You would likely never hear the end of how you had ruined a perfectly good (and extravagantly expensive) wedding. Not only that, there was no guarantee the next guy you found would hold a candle to Rafe, and you were certain by his two year long radio silence, that Rafe was over you. So, you got up, smoothed down the crinkle in your off-white wedding dress, dabbed at your eyes with a tissue and grabbed your bouquet, resigned to going through with the wedding.

The truth is, when Rafe walked into Sarah’s apartment to pick her up for a lunch with Ward and Rose, she all but threw herself at Rafe to prevent him from seeing the invitation on the fridge. Her plan had been to meet him in the car, but Rafe had walked right in using his key. Suspicious of his little sister’s actions, he gently moved her aside and entered the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He paused, hand hovering near the water dispenser on the fridge as his eyes landed on the photo of you and Chris with “save the date” written in bold block letters. In his shock, the glass slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor. The sound shook him from his thoughts, and he grimaced at the broken pieces of glass that lay at his feet alongside his shattered heart. He looked at Sarah with a look of pure devastation as she offered him a soft smile and quickly swept up the glass. Unfortunately, the pieces of his heart couldn’t be cleaned up so easily. “I’m sorry,” she had offered quietly and all he could do was shrug and say, “me too.”

The green eyed monster of jealousy lingered on his shoulder in the weeks that follow, causing him to lash out more and more. His coworkers avoided him, his friends wanted nothing to do with him, and the only people who he could stand to be around were his little sisters of all people. Despite Sarah keeping your engagement a secret, she had tried to save him from heartbreak, but it was always going to hurt no matter when or where he found out. Since finding out, thoughts of you consumed him, they always had. He had given you the space you had so desperately asked for that night you left, always thinking that you would come back to him, that the two of you would work it out and move on together. He never stopped thinking about you and wondering where you were and what you were doing. He’d heard you’d gone through a few relationships, and he wouldn’t lie about the way his heart would leap a little every time your relationships failed.

Now, it was serious. You’d found someone you’d deemed worthy enough to spend your life with. Rafe always thought that person was him, but he didn’t blame you for not thinking that, too. He had his issues, he was quick to anger, projected his insecurities on others, he’d struggled with addiction and alcoholism although he’d been clean for almost three years at the point. Rafe couldn’t help but admit he was jealous. Jealous of the nights he didn’t get to spend with you, jealous of the love you were giving some other guy that you had once reserved for him, jealous of the life you were going to spend with someone else. Above all else, he was jealous that you were happy without him. He thought you hung the moon, and he was once happy to live among the stars. He would still rearrange the entire night sky for you, but now you saw stars in another’s eyes.

As your wedding date approached, he only felt worse. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have been the one in the wedding invite picture, to have his name written in an elegant script alongside yours on a piece of thick cardstock paper inviting your family and friends to celebrate your love. The daydream overtook his brain. Thoughts of wedding cake tastings and searching for a venue and fighting over seating charts invaded his every waking hour. And at night, he dreamt of being the one at the end of the aisle as you slowly walked towards him, a vision in white with your hair framing your face like the prettiest painting he had ever seen. Saw you approach him, place your hand in his and vow to be his forever. Felt your lips on his as you kissed for the first time as man and wife, dipping you unexpectedly and feeling your delicate fingertips wrap around his lapels to keep you steady. Dreamt of the first dance, twirling you around in his arms, and speeches and kissing every time cutlery tapped a wine glass. Dreamt of a hotel suite with rose petals on the floor, of slowly unzipping your dress and kissing every inch revealed, of a lacy white lingerie set and making love to you as your husband for the first time. But every morning he awoke in a too-large and too-empty king size bed with nothing but the faint memory of a dream.

On the morning of your wedding he awoke from such a dream, and realized he was going to wake up like that every morning for the rest of his life - sad, alone and wanting you. It was then he understood that he had to do something, had to tell you how he felt. He knew it was selfish and impetuous and rash, but he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least try. He couldn’t let you marry some hedge fund manager from Raleigh who dressed like a douche in your engagement photo shoot. And so Rafe pulled himself out of his depression and his silk sheets, dressing himself in a suit and tie to hopefully blend in the back church pew. He didn’t tell Sarah, didn’t tell anyone about his plans lest they convince him not to try.

“Bride,” he told the usher when asked who’s side he was with, before slipping into the last pew on the left. His eyes glanced around the church and he shook his head, even the venue was wrong. You had always told Rafe that you wanted to be married on the beach, barefoot in the sand of the OBX, a soft breeze against your skin. He would always tease you about the breeze, lying in bed together with your hands intertwined dreaming about the future. But, in your dreams, you had always giggled, you could control the weather and you wanted a slight breeze like a scene from a movie. He pulled at his tie a little, the atmosphere stuffy and stifling, and he thought that, if you would have him, he would give you your dream beach wedding, even if he had to buy a large fan to give you your slight breeze.

You stood at the back of the church, nervously picking at the bouquet in your hands as your bridesmaids made their way down the aisle. Your arms were shaking with anxiety, but to the casual outside observer you likely seemed to be jittery with excitement. “You ready, sweetheart?” your father asked, offering you his bent elbow. Swallowing hard, you placed your hand in the crook of his arm and entered the chapel. Chris stood at the end of the aisle, a vision in a dark grey tux with a light pink tie to match the color of your bridesmaids’ dresses. You felt tears prick at your eyes as you felt nothing for the man standing there waiting for you. His eyes filled with matching tears and you felt nothing. Scanning the pews for reassurance from your family and friends, you spotted him. There, in the back pew on the left side, your side, sat Rafe Cameron.

You froze, eyes wide as you laid eyes on Rafe Cameron for the first time since you walked out of his apartment two years ago. Of course, you had unhealthily stalked his social media for months after the break up, and every now and then when you felt like torturing yourself, but this was the first time you saw him in person, close enough to run to, close enough to touch. Tearing your eyes from his, you scanned the church again, gulping as you met the furious stare of your mother in the first row, cringing at the almost devastated look on Chris’s face. Lastly, you looked up at your father who gave you a knowing stare, before inclining his head slightly at you. It was that small confirmation that sold it for you. You handed the bouquet to your father, quietly said, “I’m sorry,” before you turned and ran out of the church.

It was difficult to run in your expensive red bottom shoes, but you made an admirable effort for the first few feet before stopping long enough to slip them off. You held both shoes by the heel in one hand, the other hand grasping the bottom of your dress to keep it from dragging on the ground slowing you down. There’s a small park across the street from the church, and it’s here that you realize you’re being followed. Your chest restricts as you recognize the voice calling your name doesn’t belong to your mother or Chris or your bridesmaids. Stopping and turning around, you spot Rafe hot on your heels. You can’t do anything but stand there and stare at him as comes to a stop in front of you, slightly out of breath despite his trim figure. You take him in, eyes roaming every inch of his tall frame. You’re a little dizzy, unsure if it’s the rush of your fight or flight instinct, or the rush you’ve always felt in Rafe’s presence.

“I’m sorry,” is the first phrase that leave his lips and you look at him in confusion. He loves the way your nose scrunches up, and the little crinkle that appears between your eyebrows, has dreamed of seeing it again.

“For what?” you asked, unsure of what he was apologizing for. You weren’t upset that you’d ran off, you knew that you didn’t really want to marry Chris, that you had only said yes because of the pressure from your mom and the knowledge that Rafe hadn’t spoken to you in two years.

“Everything,” he admits, flexing his hands nervously. “God, y/n, I fucked up so bad.” Your eyes are staring at his fidgeting hands, and in a split second you’ve dropped your shoes onto the grass and grasped his hands in yours, linking your fingers.

He looks between your now linked hands and your face, and you take the opportunity to take a step closer to him. “I’m sorry too,” you speak softly, “I shouldn’t have ran like that. I should have stayed, and I should have fought for you.”

“You’re not-“ he swallows, “you’re not mad I ruined your wedding?” Despite your hands in his, despite the look in your eye as you stare up at him, despite the fact that you haven’t run from him, he has to ask. Has to make sure that you’re still as in love with him as he is you. That you’ve spent the past two years thinking about where you both went wrong and how you could fix it. That you had thought and dreamt of this moment, where you were close enough to press your lips together.

“I think we both know that wasn’t my wedding, not really. Wrong color scheme, wrong venue...” you pause thoughtfully, squeezing his hands as a smile makes its way onto your face. He catches on quickly, his lips upturning with a small smirk as he finishes your thought, “Wrong groom?”

You giggle, dropping his hands in favour of gripping his face with your palms, smiling widely up at him. There’s something about the intimacy of the moment, of feeling his skin beneath your fingertips, that has you emotional. Rafe feels it too, staring into your eyes, in full disbelief that this is how today has gone. He had hoped, of course. He wouldn’t have shown up at the church if he thought there was no chance of stopping your wedding. But to have you here... Your thumb strokes his cheek as his eyes fill with tears. “Yeah, baby, wrong groom.”

At your confirmation, he ducks his head down and presses his lips to yours. Your hands slide from his cheeks to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He wraps an arm around your waist, the other wrapping around the back of your neck holding you in place as the kiss deepens. You have to pull back to breathe, but he doesn’t let you go far, holding you in place as you rest your foreheads together.

“I’m so in love with you,” he whispers against your lips and you grin before pecking his lips once. “I’m still in love with you, too,” you whisper back. Suddenly, you’re kissing again, two years of absence melting away with each brush of your lips.

You pull away for a second time, smiling as his lips attempt to chase yours. “We’re going to have to work at this you know, our issues didn’t just go away,” you tell him seriously.

He nods, grabbing one of your hands to kiss the inside of your palm, “I know baby, but I’m ready to work on it, on us, this time.”

You grin widely at him once more, before grabbing your shoes and linking your hands together, “then let’s get me out of this stupid dress.”

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[dreamersmemes]

jessie reyez ‘before love came to kill us’ sentences

feel free to change pronouns & things ! DO YOU LOVE HER

‘ i should’ve fucked your friends ’ ‘ it would’ve been the best revenge ’ ‘ i’m trying to heal but it’s a process ’ ‘ there’s a stranger where my heart is ’ ‘ i’m sick with feeling like i deserved better ’ ‘ you’re sick for everything you did to me ’ ‘ it was a setup ’ ‘ if i blow your brains out, i could guarantee that you’ll forget her ’ ‘ i could kiss it better ’ ‘ kiss me ’ ‘ i’m the monster that you made ’ ‘ kiss me, i’m the monster that you made ’ ‘ you made me ’ ‘ now i’m just like you ’ ‘ don’t complain ’ ‘ i do the things you like hoping you’d stay ’ ‘ you don’t want me unless i’m someone else’s ’ ‘ you don’t even know you’re being selfish ’ ‘ that’s when you get off and you can’t help it ’ ‘ all your bullets, they feel like velvet ’ ‘ i let you do it ’ ‘ i loved you too much ’ ‘ your dead to me ’

DEAF ( who are you )

‘ what the fuck’s a day off? ’ ‘ i don’t love ya ’ ‘ go get your bitch ’ ‘ she’s all on my dick ’ ‘ i am the one that got you in love ’ ‘ i heard you got a lot to say ’ ‘ i ain’t a killer, i’ll let you breathe ’ ‘ oh, now you don’t recognise my face? ’ ‘ i never listen ’ ‘ who are you? ’ ‘ if i’m sipping jameson, i don’t answer ’ ‘ i’m taking everything i came for ’ ‘ i ain’t fucking asking ’ ‘ who are you, bitch? ’

INTRUDERS

‘ this is mine from now on ’ ‘ when i see intruders, i load up my weapons ’ ‘ you’re beautiful ’ ‘ i see them stare ’ ‘ you belong to me ’ ‘ i’d kill all intruders ’ ‘ my love is ruthless ’ ‘ you are my kingdom ’ ' heads on a stake of people that failed ’ ‘ don’t you come in ’ ‘ this is my land ’ ‘ please, no intruders ’

COFFIN

‘ we fought until the sun rose ’ ‘ i still ain’t been to bed ’ ‘ the devil wakes up in my head ’ ‘ he told me that you hate me and you blame me ’ ‘ you hate me and you blame me ’ ‘ you said that you wish that you were dead ’ ‘ you make me wanna jump off a roof ’ ‘ i love you to death ’ ‘ i love you to death, just like a fool ’ ‘ i walk up to the edge and say a prayer before i let go ’ ‘ you get there just in time to save me and apologise ’ ‘ maybe we can go back to bed ’ ‘ i had to watch you jump off the roof ’ ‘ maybe buddha’s got it right? we reincarnate every time ’ ‘ i’ll find you in another life ’ ‘ i don’t really wanna fight ’ ‘ i just wanna spend the night ’ ‘ hit me in the eye, bit me on the thigh, then began to cry ’ ‘ i’m at the end of my wits. let’s end this ’ ‘ pledge your loyalty, treat me like a king ’ ‘ no matter how mad i get, i’m mad about you ’ ‘ i know we’ve had our challenges, still i keep trying to salvage it ’ ‘ bet you think i’m fucking around on you ’ ‘ it never changes, i doubt if it will ’ ‘ cheat on me then say “how does it feel?” ‘ ‘ how could you? ’ ‘ i almost had a child with you ’ ‘ i’ll put you in the ground ’ ‘ you’re just trying to pull me down with you ’ ‘ if you jump, i’m jumping with you ’ ‘ neither one of us having nothing to lose but each other ’

ANKLES

‘ we fight just to fuck just to fight again ’ ‘ i never thought you’d leave me ’ ‘ i doubt you’ll ever find anyone ’ ‘ these bitches can’t measure up ’ ‘ you apologise, but your twitter says ‘no regrets’ ’ ‘ i’d kill for a mute button in my head ’ ‘ i’m tired of pretending like i was the guilty one ’ ‘ you’re shallow ’ ‘ why’s it always me that’s gotta feel bad? ’ ‘ you left me in a heartbeat ’ ‘ it will never go back to the way it was ’ ‘ she’s not on my level, you could’ve done better ’ ‘ you make me sick ’ ‘ i’m back on my shit ’ ‘ she doesn’t ride like i used to ride it ’ ‘ i doubt you’ll find anyone to measure up to me ’

IMPORTED

‘ my bank account is looking mighty fine ’ ‘ we can skip the wine and dine, go straight to the wind and grind ’ ‘ wanna cum? i can make it happen ’ ‘ you can be my biggest secret ’ ‘ you’re gonna have to leave him ’ ‘ you’re in love with somebody else ’ ‘ maybe i could offer some help? ’ ‘ get over them by getting under me ’ ‘ you might o.d if you get too much of me ’ ‘ my name is not important ’ ‘ i’m not from here ’ ‘ i drink liquor like it’s water ’ ‘ what happened here ain’t nothing sacred ’ ‘ that got me fucked up ’ ‘ i know that dude just saw me naked ’ ‘ fake it ‘til you make it ’

SAME SIDE

‘ how come i can’t leave you? ’ ‘ i feel like i am tied down to someone who’s making me cry more than making me smile ’ ‘ i don’t want you. i hate you, i think. but i don’t wanna be alone either ’ ‘ you’re such an asshole, but i see a prince ’ ‘ i’m a good girl, but you see a bitch ’ ‘ i wanna make love, you wanna burn a bridge ’ ‘ i wish i was a bad guy ’ ‘ we could be fighting on the same side ’ ‘ you said you would be out of my life ’ ‘ you used to be paradise ’ ‘ you used to be where i would go to hide from people who treat me how you treated me ’ ‘ i don’t believe you ’ ‘ sorry i’m not your ex ’ ‘ i’m sorry i’m lacking self-respect ’ ‘ should’ve left you when you started hopping beds ’ ‘ i’m sorry, i swear that i tried my best ’ ‘ can’t you be sorry instead? ’

ROOF

‘ it be skinny dudes packing those anacondas ’ ‘ i’m a fucking monster ’ ‘ everything i do hits the roof ’ ‘ i got nothing to lose ’ ‘ you lucky i don’t want your man ’ ‘ never really ever had a high like this ’

DOPE

‘ tell me do you need a teacher? ’ ‘ i know i got what you need ’ ‘ i know what you like ’ ‘ that shit dope ’ ‘ come here hot boy ’ ‘ it’s only bad if you get caught ’ ‘ pull that trigger ’ ‘ put that drink down ’

BEFORE LOVE CAME TO KILL US

‘ i love you in the worst way ’ ‘ you knock me down like a heavyweight ’ ‘ we fell in love ’ ‘ nobody gets out of love alive ’ ‘ we either break up or we say goodbye when we die ’ ‘ for a moment at least, i know you were mine ’ ‘ winter comes and roses don’t survive ’ ‘ it’s getting late and i should go ’ ‘ i wanna hold you ’ ‘ we’re not supposed to but i can’t learn my lesson ’ ‘ i miss when you were my best friend ’ ‘ i think about you everyday ’ ‘ life’s good and i’m getting paid ’ ‘ when i miss you i medicate ’

LOVE IN THE DARK

‘ we’re only humans, floating on a rock ’ ‘ i think you are made of stardust ’ ‘ you put up with so much ’ ‘ the sweetest goodbyes are never with smiles at all ’ ‘ our lives are running out ’ ‘ i’ll be there to pull you back up ’ ‘ i’m nothing without you ’ ‘ i won’t leave you alone ’ ‘ there’s love in the dark ’ ‘ i’d do anything to relive our memories ’ ‘ i thank god for everything that you showed me ’

I DO

‘ we let this castle fall down, what a tragedy ’ ‘ do i still live in your head? ’ ‘ do you still live with regrets? ’ ‘ because i do ’ ‘ i do ’ ‘ do you got something on your chest? ’ ‘ do you wish we weren’t finished yet? ’ ‘ come bring me all your sins ’ ‘ put a band-aid on the scars ’ ‘ would you give me your heart again? ’ ‘ if i could just see you. we don’t even have to talk ’ ‘ i’ll take an argument ’ ‘ all i want is a familiar face ’ ‘ i’d much rather hurt from familiar pain ’

FIGURES

‘ i gave you ride or die and you gave me games ’ ‘ i’m crying ‘cause you just won’t change ’ ‘ i gave it all and you gave me shit ’ ‘ i wish i could hurt you back ’ ‘ what would you do if you couldn’t get me back? ’ ‘ you’re the one who’s gonna lose something so special ’ ‘ tell me boy how in the fuck would you feel? ’ ‘ i’m the bad guy because i can’t learn to trust ’ ‘ you say sorry once and you think it’s enough ’ ‘ i got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys begging for me just to give them a try ’ ‘ i’m willing to stay because i’m sick for your love ’

FAR AWAY II

‘ i think you’re the love of my life ’ ‘ i feel like i need you tonight beside me ’ ‘ i feel what you feel when you’re far away ’ ‘ i ran out of heart, don’t got feelings ’ ‘ you left your panties and bra right under my pillow ’ ‘ you gonna stay on me until i’m finished ’ ‘ your body won’t say stop ’ ‘ you feel it in your soul ’ ‘ i fuck with your vibe ’ ‘ i never meant to do you dirty or make you cry ’ ‘ you’re just my type ’ ‘ like the love of my life ’ ‘ i care about you so much it’s kinda scary ’ ‘ I’m happy that it’s happening ’ ‘ i just miss you ’

WORTH SAVING

‘ you’re trying to leave while you can ’ ‘ i might be worth saving ’ ‘ when you come back i might not be here waiting ’ ‘ didn’t you say that your mama liked me? ’ ‘ there ain’t gonna be one like me ’ ‘ don’t let me go too easy ’ ‘ i’m not the easiest ’ ‘ to be real i don’t blame you for leaving me ’ ‘ all my friends, they hate your guts ’ ‘ i’m here defending all you’ve done ’ ‘ i’m not the easiest, don’t even blame your dumbass for leaving me ’

SUGAR AT NIGHT

‘ i could blame your parents, but you’re grown now ’ ‘ a couple vodka’s and you lose all control ’ ‘ if it ain’t about you, you just peace and zone out ’ ‘ it’s such a joke to hope that you could just be normal ’ ‘ you’ll never make me a bride ’ ‘ you just give me fight scenes ’ ‘ you always take away my smile ’ ‘ you always fuck up my dreams ’ ‘ sometimes i wish that you’d never entered my life ’ ‘ you had a wild light ’ ‘ embarrassed when i had to call you my guy ’ ‘ you stole my good years ’ ‘ i could’ve dodged your cheating and some bad scars ’

NO ONE’S IN THE ROOM

‘ i’d go to church every sunday ’ ‘ teenage love still took my virgin skin ’ ‘ after my first time i cried ’ ‘ after my first time i cried because i thought heaven wouldn’t let me in ’ ‘ the priest has got a boyfriend ’ ‘ the teachers smoke weed after school ’ ‘ when you’re young they try to keep you in cages ’ ‘ most of them don’t follow their own rules ’ ‘ i need to talk to god there’s just some things that i don’t understand ’ ‘ who am i when no one’s in the room? ’ ‘ does the voice in my head that talks me off a ledge belong to me? ’ ‘ vices only pacify for the moment ’ ‘ vices that they made to hold our pain ’ ‘ spend your whole life being graded ’ ‘ you’re not enough ’

[thepilotanon]

springbeauty iv

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Everyone has been super amazing and sweet, I can’t believe it! Thank you all so much for being so great to me, it really means a lot. I hope you will enjoy this chapter!

warning: none just lots of adorable sadie and awesome sister mellie!

“Aunt Belle!” Sadie yelled as she ran from her father’s truck over to where her uncle and his girlfriend were busying themselves on the porch of the double-wide trailer with their small garden and cleanup. Clyde was sitting on the steps, deadheading flowers from a large pot while Belle was on her knees nearby, planting a new set of flowers near the railing. Hearing his niece yell all excited and running towards them, Clyde felt his lips twitch to a small smile at seeing his girlfriend look up from her project.

“Hi, sweetie!” Belle gushed as she turned her torso for the young girl’s body to tackle her, being careful not to fall back on the flower bed. Hearing Sadie giggle excitedly as Belle snuggled her cheek against the child’s blonde hair, the woman grinned. “Be careful, okay? I have dirt on my hands right now and I don’t want to get your pretty dress all messy.”

“I don’t care!” Sadie declared proudly as she kissed Belle’s cheek before hopping over to Clyde, who remained in his spot as he made room for her to jump on him next. “Hi, Uncle Clyde! Your nose looks all better now!” Sadie pressed another kiss to her uncle’s scruffy cheek, making him chuckle at her never ending sweetness. “Are you pulling bad flowers out of the daisies? What you’re doing is removing deadheads!”

“Mmhm,” Clyde nodded as Sadie dropped herself on his lap and pulled the basket pot closer.

“I’m going to help,” Sadie said with a determined tone. “I’ve done this plenty with Aunt Belle, so I’m really good at it.”

“Do you remember what kind of daisies those are, Sadie?” Belle asked as she went back to softening the dirt with her trovel as Jimmy made his way up the yard.

The little girl looked at the red colored flowers for a long moment, allowing Clyde to reach around her to snag a wilted head and tossed it away. “They’re called the happy daisies, I know that…or cheery daisies,” she mumbled as Belle nodded in agreement, encouraging her to go on. “Gerby...Gerbert?”

“Close, they’re called gerbera daisies,” Clyde answered casually, making Belle giggle as he patted Sadie’s back with his right hand. “You’re gettin’ to be smarter than me with flowers, kid.”

The bright grin on Sadie’s face was like the sun in summer, making Clyde smile back as his niece proceeded to do his job.

“Makin’ my kid know ‘bout flowers and makin’ her ramble about what color roses mean when I take her shoppin’,” Jimmy scowled playfully as Belle tossed a small ball of dirt at his already dirty jeans. He laughed when Belle shook her head. “I gotta tell ya how she told me to make up to Syl by what color roses to get her last time she got mad at me!”

“I don’t think any sort of flower bouquet can translate to Sylvia ‘My name is Jimmy Logan and I was stupid in forgetting that I need a healthier diet and not bacon-covered donuts’,” Belle mimicked teasingly back to him as he feigned hurt. “At least Sadie knows how to help you when I won’t.”

“Clyde, I swear to God you have the most ruthless woman,” Jimmy faked pain as he nudged his foot at Belle’s rear, making her smack his leg with a laugh. “Hey sweet pea, why don’t ya tell Belle what’cha got today for the campin’ trip?”

“I picked out my own tent!” Sadie squealed, jumping up from Clyde’s lap. She hurried over to the crouched woman and begged her to get up by bouncing. “I gotta show ya, Aunt Belle! It’s a tent that I can have all to myself when we go campin’! Please come see it, Aunt Belle!”

“I’m coming, sweetie,” Belle nodded as she wiped her hands on her jeans, getting helped up by the little girl and practically being dragged across the ground to the back of Jimmy’s truck.

Finding the distance well enough between the girls, Jimmy rolled his head playfully to his brother with pursed lips and bashful eyes. Clyde narrowed his brows at him and leaned back at the unusual, flirty behavior from him.

“Are you excited for the weekend?” Jimmy asked in a girlish whisper, popping his foot. “Gonna get yerself a fiesty bride-to-be by Monday, bein’ all romancin’ and stuff?”

The plan Clyde had on where to propose to his girl was someplace personal to the Logan family. Every year the Logan brothers took a family camping trip to a secluded campsite where their parents had their proposal; a tradition specifically reserved for the boys to learn where their father brought their mother to a scenic field by the river and proposed with the sunshine and nature being the soundtrack. Clyde remembered how he listened to his dad’s story growing up by the campfire and how he dreamed of proposing to his own girl in the same spot when he grew up. To him, with how Belle loved fresh air and understanding how this camping trip was very special to the brothers, it couldn’t be any more perfect for proposing with the ring he carried on his person every day for safekeeping.

“Are you just going to keep teasin’ me until I ask?” Clyde asked Jimmy as he kept behaving so weird.

“Oh naw, baby brother,” Jimmy grinned. “I’m gonna keep teasin’ ya after she says yes and you two gonna be cuddling like teenagers in yer tent.”

Rolling his eyes, Clyde went back to his small chore with the flower pot. “At least know that I appreciate ya invitin’ Sylvia along to look less suspicious. With Dayton seemin’ to send messages non stop online, don’t want her to think I’m tryin’ to keep her away from runnin’ in to him.”

“He still buggin’ Belle?” Jimmy frown, losing all sorts of humor at the mention when Clyde shrugged. “The hell?”

“Well with Belle bein’ busy with the flower shop and comin’ home in time to see me, she doesn’t think much of it until she sees the messages.” Plucking a deadhead off and tossing it to the pile, Clyde took a deep breath. “If anythin’, Belle seems very annoyed about it ‘cause he brings up Charlotte and how shady I am.”

“Is she? Belle ain’t hiding nothin’ from you ‘bout this, even though he’s her friend from home?”

“That’s the odd part, she don’t really seem to take him as a friend like she normally would. She don’t treat Dayton any closer than she does with Mel, and I dunno if that’s just ‘cause Mel is a girl or what,” Clyde sighed. “I just don’t like seein’ her irritated with it, is all. She’s not holdin’ on to it for long and leaves it at the end of the day, but I don’t want her worryin’ during the trip.”

“Well, good thing there’s no cell service!” Jimmy threw his hands up like he was praising in church. “This proposal’s gonna be easy!”

“What proposal?”

Jimmy jumped like a frightened cat at Belle standing behind him with Sadie on her back, looking at the older Logan with a raised brow as he began stammering. Carefully setting the little girl down on the grass, Belle allowed Sadie to cling to her and hold her hand. “Jesus, when Sadie wanted to sneak up on you, I wasn’t expecting you to react like that. Sorry about that, Jimmy…”

“N-nah, not like that,” Jimmy breathed as Sadie laughed at him.

“So what’s this proposal thing you were saying is going to be easy?” Belle asked casually, a polite smile on her face as Clyde finally stood up a bit too quickly.

“Jimmy wants to make a proposal to the bank ‘bout expanding his store,” Clyde blurted, catching his girl’s attention. “With how good business is with the one store, he’s thinkin’ ‘bout setting one up out somewhere else…”

“Oh really?” Belle perked. “Wow, that sounds amazing, Jimmy! If you need help setting up a presentation or practice talking, let me know. I’m sure Sylvia is probably already helping you with it, but another set of ears won’t hurt.”

Clyde sent a sharp glare to his brother, who instantly went along with it. “Y’know, since Syl’s gonna hit the road after the campin’ trip, it might help if ya take a look. Since you seem to prove that the Jimmy Logan Charm don’t work on everybody…”

Belle rolled her eyes before bumping her hip against Sadie. “I made some cinnamon apple cookies this morning, want to be my official taste tester, angel?”

“Yeah! Apples are healthy and taste really good!” Sadie jumped excitedly as she hurried past Clyde up the porch. Belle snickered and got on the first two steps to be leveled with Clyde, stopping for a moment to press a kiss to his cheek as he stared dangerously at Jimmy. Once Belle got inside the trailer, Jimmy dared to meet his brother’s eyes with slight hesitation.

“That was a close call,” Jimmy whispered.

“Sometimes I really wanna kick yer ass…”

Jimmy pouted his lips. “But you love me enough not to…”

Clyde’s internal turmoil lifted as soon as he saw Belle setting Sadie on the kitchen counter after washing their hands and holding out the tupperware filled with the sweet smelling cookies. Seeing Sadie get excited by picking out a cookie and taking the first bite while Belle asked if she wanted something to drink, Clyde went over to return the cheek kiss while Jimmy attempted sneak by and steal a bite of Sadie’s cookie. Clyde felt better when Belle caught his brother’s ear and tugged him away from his daughter’s treat, making him chuckle. He wasn’t sure how Belle does it…

“What do’ya mean I gotta pay in advance?”

“The flowers you’re looking for by the time you plan to have your wedding ceremony won’t be in season, so we will have to take care of them in the greenhouse to make sure they’re available for you. The prepaying plan goes to taking care of your flowers, like electricity, the soil and -”

“Did I ask you for a list? You think I’m stupid?”

Mellie watched from behind her magazine as Belle stood professional and calm with the angry woman chewing gum. Poorly bleached hair and obvious acrylics with encrusted diamonds to hide the cracks, Mellie could practically smell the cheap desperate housewife vibes this particular bitch was trying to go for. Not only was she being particularly loud with her voice, but the Logan sister was so close to throwing a punch for all that gum smacking. It was amazing how Belle was maintaining such a sweet and customer-service persona like it was second nature.

“You own this establishment? Ya sound like ya own this place with these prices,” the snippy woman snapped at Belle, pointing her painted finger at her.

Belle shook her head politely. “No, I do not, ma’am. The owner is actually out of town for a family emergency, but will be back -”

“I wanna talk to the manager - the owner, someone! Jus’ not you. You’re pissin’ me off with your voice!”

Belle tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, keeping her cool. “He will be back on Friday,” she told the frantic woman softly. “If you would like to leave your contact information and make an appointment to discuss -”

“I’m comin’ back on Friday, and be damn sure I will be tellin’ ‘em ‘bout how this customer service is,” the woman threatened plainly before stalking out of the shop, the bell jingling wildly as she left to the parking lot. Both Belle and Mellie waited until she got into her car, slamming the door shut and drive off before Mellie watched her best friend turn around and release a breath.

“Whoever plans on marryin’ that bridezilla better have a thick wallet to shove in her mouth, jus’ to shut her up,” Mellie groaned dramatically as she slapped the magazine down. “Honey, I don’t know how you do it, keepin’ your sweet face on like nothin’ is wrong.”

“She wasn’t all that bad,” Belle shrugged as she reached for one of Mellie’s fries from her to-go box from the burger joint nearby.

“Belle. Baby.” Mellie narrowed her sights on Belle as she ate the fry. “My sweet flower angel who I love and would have totally cut that bitch with her ugly-ass nails…”

“Okay, she was pretty bad,” Belle giggled before she could continue with her monologue of numerous nicknames and promises. “I mean, I know I’m not from around here and all but...is my voice that annoying in these parts?”

“No, Belle, you just sound like you know what you’re doing while being an absolute sweetheart!” Mellie leaned back on her little wooden chair by the cashier counter, crossing her arms. The flower shop was remodeled from an old house that was purchased by an old couple who adore the rustic aesthetic, decorated like a little girl’s dream house filled with flowers. It was like a cute wonderland with little outdoor tables and wooden chairs and fake birds settled in the many pots and flower beds inside the main floor of the house while the backyard had a small greenhouse and upstairs was storage.

“That lady was all nasally, with all her gum chewin’ and junk. So close to giving her a piece o’ my mind,” Mellie growled lowly as Belle took the other seat across the small table. Belle giggled at her best friend’s rant as she shoved her fries in her mouth. “Would’a given her a real reason to wanna talk to the owner, ‘cause then I be buried alive by ya boss.”

“Not when you take care of his wife’s hair so well,” Belle laughed. “Besides it was her wedding, I’m sure she’s nervous and wants everything to go smoothly with every detail. Flowers can be very influential for something so important as weddings.”

“Speaking of,” Mellie smoothed in closer to Belle, “if you were to make your own weddin’, what would you be doin’?”

Belle glanced to Mellie and raised a brow, making the woman grin. “C’mon, Belle. Don’t tell me you never thought of your own weddin’ before. And you’ve been handlin’ how many wedding orders since you’ve worked here? It’s common girl chat, lets have some fun - you’re not busy!”

Belle sighed and gave in. “Okay, only because you’re going to be real with me, too.”

“Deal!”

“Okay, wedding wedding wedding…” Belle thought over carefully, drumming her fingers on her knees. “If I were to get married...I’d probably want something simple. I don’t need a big, fancy venue or ballroom. I don’t like the idea of spending so much money on my own wedding, I could get married in a backyard and still be happy about it.”

“So simple of you, but so expected,” Mellie teased adoringly, making her friend smile. “I’d totally go for a weddin’ ceremony at those fancy wine orchards. All nice with rows of grapes and flowers, not to mention the wine!”

“Wine is good,” Belle laughed. “How about the dress?”

“Well, I think you would look absolutely beautiful in a old-school dress; a short, frilly skirt and something lace for sleeves - absolutely darlin’,” Mellie swooned. “Maybe have one of those flower crowns instead of a veil? You’d make that by yourself, of course.”

Belle giggled and took the magazine to flip through. “I can see you wearing those dresses you would see in those wedding photos online,” she retorted back, shaking her head. “Something to show off your curves and boost your chest a bit. Heart-shape neckline and maybe some sparkles.”

“So much sparkles,” Mellie corrected. “I’d do my own nails and hair, too, all curly and up in a nice hairdo. I’ll do yours too, Belle, with a special discount.”

“As long as you let me make your bouquet. I already have some in mind for yours,” Belle warned with a bright smile. “Baby’s breath for an accent of innocence - even though you’re far from it - they’re year-round and very cute; dahlias to represent your strong but wise personality, and gardenias for such a happy occasion for Mellie and they smell very sweet.”

“Can I get some tulips in that mix?” Mellie asked expectantly. “If I can’t have roses in my bouquet, I at least want some tulips.”

“White or very light-colored tulips to represent love,” Belle nodded. “I’ll have it wrapped in a big pink bow, because I know that’s your favorite color and you would want your bridesmaids to wear something pink.”

“Perfect!” Mellie praised. “I’ll make sure you look like a goddess and clean all that dirt from under your nails. No fake nails or nothin’, but I’m gonna paint them cute… What would your flower arrangement be, though? I need to think for a color.”

“That’s top secret.”

The blonde woman sat up and stared at Belle, who didn’t bother to look her way as she gave her a hard stare. “Am I hearin’ ya right? Little Belle, who can talk my ear off at any given time ‘bout flowers and what they mean, and you mean to tell me that your weddin’ flowers are a secret? What are you hidin’ from me?”

“Nothing!” Belle laughed as she dropped the magazine. “Just that my bouquet is very special to me if I were to ever get married, okay?”

“So, if you were to marry my brother, or something,” Mellie drawled, smirking as she saw Belle’s cheeks going pink and refused to look her in the eye. “What? You gettin’ all mushy on me now, ‘cause I mention Clyde in the conversation?”

“Mellie!”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of marryin’ my brother, it’s okay, honey,” Mellie snickered playfully as she poked her friend’s cheek and pulling back when Belle dared to try and bite her finger. “Ohh, now you’re a snappin’ turtle? That’s tellin’ me enough.”

“You know how Clyde is, okay? I don’t want him thinking anything weird if you told him that I have some thought of it…” Belle took a deep breath and got up from the chair and Mellie watched her grab the hose to sprinkle mist on a set of roses and lilies. “But I’m not interested in pushing him with something like that. You know how he is, with relationships and all that.”

“You think he wouldn’t ever wanna marry?” Mellie furrowed her brows. Seeing how her best friend hesitated, she sighed and leaned on her chair towards her. “Belle, baby, you know he loves you more than anythin’ else in the world.”

“I know, and I love him too,” Belle nodded. “That’s why I’m happy where we are right now, and I don’t need him doing anything beyond what he’s comfortable with. Getting married isn’t a necessity for me if Clyde isn’t ready.”

Mellie began to coo as she got up from her chair and scurried over to pull Belle into a hug, hiding her face in Belle’s hair and neck to hide her happy tears. “Sweet pea, you are just too much!” Mellie sighed and leaned her weight on her friend.

“What - Mellie, be careful!” Belle blushed at feeling her friend snuggling up to her. “What is up with you? Are you okay?”

“Jus’ rememberin’ how Clyde would be all sad when he came home,” Mellie muttered emotionally. “He’d try and go on dates, but it’d never work our ‘cause nobody looked past his injury and how shy he is; tellin’ me and Jimmy that he’ll probably die alone and lonesome, and now look at him, with my best friend and so in love that it makes me wanna barf!”

Belle rolled her eyes as she was careful in turning around with the hose in her hand to return the hug and pat her friend’s back. Mellie whined in a sob as she snuggled Belle in the shop. “I’m so happy you’re with Clyde, Belle - you two really make true love exist, like a love story I wanna tell my kids someday!”

“Okay okay, Mel,” Belle hushed her carefully. “Don’t cry on me now, no one needs to come in here and see you crying in the store.”

“Screw ‘em, they’ll just be jealous ‘cause I ain’t cryin’ on their shoulder!”

While Belle couldn’t resist a laugh at Mellie’s usual personality of maintaining her stubbornness, the jingle of her cell phone went off on the counter, catching both women’s attention. Belle sighed and carefully patted Mellie’s shoulder. “Can you check that for me, please, Mellie? I want to finished with this first since the sun is so hard right now,” Belle asked.

“Yeah,” Mellie rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms and went to the counter. Pulling up the screen, Mellie’s face scrunched as Belle continued with her job. “Says it’s Dayton White sending a message through Facebook.”

“What does it say this time?” Belle sighed as she checked a rose that had a slightly withering leaf. She allowed Mellie to unlock her phone and open the rarely used app.

“It’s a link to the public records of Monroe,” Mellie frowned. “Is he still tryin’ t’ talk smack about my brother to you? What the hell is this guy’s deal?”

“He’s been like that ever since we were kids,” Belle shrugged. “He’ll dig dirt on any guy who shows interest in me and make a big deal about it. It doesn’t matter what it is, crime, smoking cigarettes or whatever, if it’s not similar to him and his health.”

“But he already knows that you were told about what we did five years back…”

“Yes, but that doesn’t stop him from being so paranoid,” Belle said as she shut the hose off and went behind the counter. “Although he doesn’t agree with me being with Clyde, I gave it to him when he invited me to lunch the other day and he has backed off.”

“You went to lunch with him?” Mellie’s eyes snapped to her from scrolling through the past chat. Belle trusted her enough to look through her phone as she pleased.

Nodding, Belle rested her elbows on the wooden counter. “Yeah, I told Clyde about it and all, but he was being pushy with me with asking questions about my relationship with Clyde. Asking me if he has any access to my inheritance or brings up his share of the scam; he knows he has no evidence to get to Clyde, but he pissed me off enough for me to snap.”

“Oh Belle,” Mellie exhaled. “What happened, honey?”

“I explained to him that, if he wants to remain in friendly contact with me, he needs to be civil and respectful to Clyde,” Belle said stiffly. “I kinda went off on him about the last time we saw each other and how he really has no right to be so judgmental towards people in my life. He was quiet for a bit, but eventually agreed to back off.” Belle stole a glance and saw that Mellie was about to ask further on that, making her quick to add on, “Can you check the link for me?”

Mellie did so and made a face. “It’s just Joe Bang’s file...not a flatterin’ picture of him.”

“Is it the one of him making a stink face at the camera?”

“Yes… Wait, it says here he broke into an adult-theme store back in the eighties?” Mellie gasped as she went through the list, making Belle snort a laugh. “Belle! You gotta give me some dirt on this!”

“I’m not telling you that story about my uncle. Not unless you get me drunk enough to have no filter. And, believe me, it takes a lot for me to confess.”

“Well then, I’m gonna snag ya when you clock out and forcing Clyde to help me out, ‘cause I ain’t missing this story. If you can’t give me the detail on your secret flower bouquet, then I want this and I will get it!” Mellie promised and Belle laughed at her friend’s insistence. “I’ll start tossin’ dollars at him and make him feel like a sexy stripper to get those drinks, I don’t care!”

Fun fact: I don’t remember if they said how old Sadie was in the movie, but I like to think she’s between 8-10 years old in this fic?

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Fradulant Gain Chapter 3

Jasmine wakes up to discover that is was 2:45 p.m. Thrusting her head back onto her groaning in disbelief. A sudden urge for water crept up in her throat. Jasmine crawls out of her bed walking zombie like towards her bathroom and fixes herself a quick glass of tap water. It tasted nasty but it fulfilled her thirst. Now that she is somewhat more awake she remembered that she was locked up in her room. She thought that surely he would of unlocked it by now.

 Curiously Jasmine tested the knob to only discover that it’s still stiff it wont open up.

That ass-wipe he forgot to unlock the door! OH he is going to hear it.

Jasmine strolled over to the window opened it as gust of wind brushed gently against her face. Taking a peek  down below she judges with herself if weather or not she would be able to make the jumps down ok. Or if to jump down at all. It is a three story drop. She could easily slip n fall, and get seriously hurt or killed. Studying the windows after a little bit longer, Jasmine noticed that the window sills were large and sturdy enough for her to jump on.Jasmine began to crawl out of her window. About half way out her heart began to race. Taking a deep breath she drops down dangling on to her window sill for a few  moments  before dropping down to the next window sill.

Heh this is not so bad, just gotta watch what i am doing.

Jasmine continued down two more times. Eventually reaching the ground. Feeling victorius of her escape she stepped backwards only to be reminded that she was barefoot when a sharp pain shot through her foot making her have a bouncing fit.

            Ow, ow fuck, shit that hurt.

Regaining her balance and feeling embarrassed of herself she makes her way to the front entrance of the base. The doors open automatically at her approach letting her continue her journey back inside. Jasmine still ticked at Eggman  she wanted to find him as soon as she could and tell him that he had forgotten her. Then she thought to herself

maybe he fell asleep and just forgot? He does tend to fall asleep when he works late.  

Continuing her stroll down to his work station she first notices that the lighting was a bit dimmer than usual. Almost like what you would see in a haunted house attraction.

            Maybe he is trying to save on the electric bill it has been going up for the past few months now, its about time he took my advice.

As she was walking down the halls she could her her every foot step echo which made her realize how creepily quite the place was. Eventually arriving at Eggman’s lab she knocks and opens the door. Eggman’s back was facing towards her, he stops working and sits up straight in a panic as if Sonic walked in.

“ Is that you Jazzy?” he said in a panic

Jasmine wondered why Eggman was being so jumpy even if it was Sonic he wouldn't jump like that normally.

“ yes, and you left me locked in my room! ” Jasmine replied sternly as she crosses her arms.

Eggman getting up from his chair walks over to Jasmine and caresses her face, Enjoying the strokes which caused her to blush looks up at Eggman.

“ My apologies my dear, I was so busy I completely forgot. But i must ask. How did you get out?”

Jasmine places her hand on Eggman’s hand which was placed on her cheek

“ I.. I climbed out the window” she replied

Eggman breaks the bond  as he looks in the opposite direction in disbelief,

“ You climbed out the window? That's like 4 stories high, you do realize that you could of fallen and gotten yourself killed?!”

Jasmine stood there dumbfounded by his words, she knew he cared about her,but he had never over reacted like this. He usually tells her to be careful next time she does it. Has Eggman developed deep feelings for her now?

“ I know that Ivo but, I was mad that you left me locked up in my room.”

Eggman turns to face her once again, and his face looked downhearted, he holds her tiny hands.

“ I understand that dear, and I am deeply sorry for that.”

Jasmine gives him a hug and buries her face in his chest. Eggman wraps his arms around her tiny body, and then begins to pet her hair.

“ Don't be upset Eggy, I hate it when your unhappy”  

Despite Jasmine’s face being muffled he could still understand her. Eggman picks her up and holds her like a newly wed bride, Jasmine was surprised by it as she grabs on for dear life. Effman carries her back to his chair and sits down with her in his lap and continues to fondle with  her hair. In that moment Jasmine felt like a cat being petted. Jasmine even wondered

If I had longer hair would he brush it?

Ether way Jasmine still enjoyed the petting of her head, it put her at ease even made her feel sleepy where she let out a long yawn. In which Eggman noticed and chuckled.

“ Now I think it’s time for us to go back to bed, don't you think?”

Jasmine looks up and smiles

“ Yes I agree, but you haven't been to sleep yet.”

Eggman gets up from his chair and places Jasmine back on her feet.

“Right you are, I haven't been asleep yet and it is about time I should”

Jasmine smiles and hugs him tightly one last time telling him to sleep well. and heads back to her own bedroom where she slept for the rest of the night, but the thought of Eggman’s changing behavior towards her lurked in the back of her mind, and it made her feel fuzzy inside. She did not want this feeling to go away ever. Lying in bed she had this urge to be near him all of a sudden; even wanting to kiss him. She laid awake with her little fantasy of kissing eggman for a while, eventually falling into slumber  until the next morning. Jasmine’s eyelids opened to the sight of red on her nightstand. Once regaining  sight she realizes that the red was from a vase of red roses that Eggman left for her, and a little note that read.     

Jasmine,

 I still feel bad for leaving you locked up in your room, so i got you these flowers. You like Roses right?

-Eggman.

Jasmine lets out a grin and her heart felt fuzzy inside once again. She leans over to smell the flowers, she didn't want to pull her nose away from it the aroma was just to nice.

He is just so sweet. If only others could see him like this.

Her attention to the roses was suddenly cut short when the alarms around the base began to blare.  Nearly jumping out of her skin, she heads for her bedroom door  and opens it wide open. Robots fly right by her and a explosion occurs nearby. She places her arms over her head. Once putting her arms down she looks down the hall and  see’s GUN agents heading her way,  she goes back into her room to prevent being seen, or worse captured. Listening for the footsteps they stop by her door and she hears a males voice

“ I saw somebody come through here!”

And another voice which was another male “ I did to. WHO EVER IS IN HERE OPEN UP THIS DOOR OR WE WILL OPEN IT FOR YOU!”

Jasmine panicked she only had seconds to think.  She peeks outside, but they are out there too. She opens the window hoping it will do some good.  And she stands right by where the door would open and waits. While her heart was pounding against her chest and holds her breath.

“ THAT’S IT WE ARE COMING IN!”

The door slams open with a loud bang. And it falls to the ground and 3 GUN soldiers rush inside. Running to the window that was Jasmine's only open window to get out and run. She dashes out and runs as fast as she could not looking back to see if they were following her. Jasmine knew needed to find Eggman fast but he could be anywhere.

“ THERE SHE IS!” a voice booms from the opposite side of her. Jasmine looks behind her. They are catching up to her

OH SHIT!

Running harder and harder away Jasmine can feel her breath getting short. She is not a good runner. Not wanting to be captured was her motivation to keep running for as long as she could.

She hears gunfire and she falls to the floor to avoid from being hit. Beginning to crawl two sets of arms grab ahold of her. And they roughly pull her upwards as Jasmine struggles to get loose.

“ Nice try bitch, you cant get away from us” said one of the agents

Jasmine continues to struggle, but the strength of the two men overpowered her.

“ I say we take her into HQ ask her a few questions about the Doctor. Im sure she knows a thing or two”

Jasmine looks at the man

��Im not telling you fuckers anything!”

The soldiers laugh hysterically and one of them yanks at her hair causing her to yelp in pain.

“ we will see about that, only one can handle so much pain until they break”

“ then I guess you will have to kill me, I will never talk” Jasmine replied

“ oooo what a tough one, are you really willing to give up your life for him? Women I swear… can’t think for themselves. Well kiss him goodbye you are coming with us.”

The soldiers being to drag her away holding a grip tight around her arms then suddenly

the sounds of gunfire boomed again and the two men fall to the ground and blood end up all over jasmine’s face and clothes. Jasmine shrieks as she looks at her hands and sees the two men dead on the floor.  Resting her hands down still in shock she sees one of Eggman’s robots had shot at the agents. Jasmine was relieved that she had been saved almost wanted to cry in joy, but the fight is not over yet.

   After regaining herself, Jasmine finally finds Eggman in his control room sending out forces to destroy any solder.

“ THERE YOU ARE! YOU’RE OK Good, I need you” Eggman exclaims as he keeps typing a million codes a second.  

“ these fools don’t know when to quit do they!”  He yelled in frustration

Jasmine steps out of the way to let Eggman work and watches the other monitors and notices that a team of GUN agents was heading into the Generator room.

“ IVO, they are in our Generators!”

Eggman swears under his breath and sends in a team of his own robots to eliminate the GUN agents.  And more gunfire was heard over the monitors, and screams as GUN agents get gunned down by Eggman’s robots one by one.  Jasmine didn't want to stand around and wait for the problem to resolve, she doesn't want to be one of those people who just waits.

“ Ivo is there anything I can do other than just stand here?

“ I just need you to keep an eye out for anything I should know about.”

Not turning around as he  keeps typing up code of commands in the computer.  Jasmine being a little disappointed that she couldn't go out and fight. Regardless she did what she was told without question. Everything seemed to be going smoothly for the most part. Eggman kept typing and swearing under his breath. Finally having enough he sends out the “big guns”.  A set of robots that was two stories high arose from the ground and began to fire at the Control center of the GUN army. Glass shatters everywhere and bullet holes appear all over there vehicles making them look like swiss cheese. And blood caked the ground and walls. This went on for a few minutes  more bodies and robots feel to the ground. Until they had enough and a voice shouted  Over the radio intercom,

“ ALL AGENTS RETREAT, I REPEAT ALL AGENTS RETREAT!”

Eggman still pissed off kept firing at them with rage which almost scared Jasmine to a degree,

“ YOU COME BACK AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!”

All the agents retreated leaving their wounded and dead behind. Jasmine couldn't  believe that they would do such a thing to their own men. To think that the common folk relied on these people just made her feel sick inside.

  “They have no idea what they are missing. Ivo as their world leader would be flawless. One day they will know, or they won’t.” Jasmine thought to herself. Then turns to Eggman in curiosity wondering what he plans to do with the bodies. Eggman looked at her as if he already knew what she was going to ask

“im going to gather them up and i will drop them off at the G.U.Ns headquarters doorstep.”

Eggman turns to his computer and types in a command to prepare for clean up the mess, and to repair all the damages that happened during the battle. The damages were minor but not minor enough to where they could be ignored, and all passwords were changed. Jasmine just standing around decided to pull up a map. Eggman looks at her with one of his brows risen

“ Jazzy what are you up to?”

Jasmine chuckles a bit and replies without looking back at him

“ Im making myself useful im looking for one of the chaos emeralds”

Jasmine zooms in on the left side of the map to a small country. It was the map of Soleanna, the city of water. Jasmine smiled she loved visiting Soleanna, especially during the “ Festival of the Sun”  now she has a excuse to go there and it wasn't for some silly festival. Eggman interrupts her by turning off the monitor.

“ I already told you i have my robots looking for them already”

Jasmine gets a little tense and frustrated, she is sick and tired of just standing around and doing nothing

“ ok that’s it I HAD IT!  I am getting sick and tired of just standing around and doing nothing. You took away the one thing that made me feel useful here! I am going to get that damn chaos for you weather you like it or not!” Jasmine snapped at him. Eggman’s eyes gotten wide like you could see the whites at the edge of his glasses. And he takes a breath as if he wanted to say something snarky back at her. Jasmine waited for it she wanted him to say it, but it never came.

“ You know what your right. Its my fault you been doing nothing lately, i took away your one job. So you may go get this emerald as you wish”

Jasmine was shocked for what she heard. He made no excuses for why he was not letting her go, and best of all he’s letting her go. Jasmine looked back at Eggman and thanked him for letting her go.

“ No need to thank me my dear, besides I think going outside would do you some good after being cooped up inside for a few days.”

Eggman then walked over to Jasmine, took her hand and and started to pet it with his index finger.

“ now you be careful and check in every now and again. Got it?”

Jasmine nods and smiles in agreement

        “ I always do”

Chapter 2  https://jasminerobotnik.tumblr.com/post/168384508238/fraudulent-gain-chapter-2

chapter 3 coming soon.

[concussed-to-pieces]

Kitten; Part Ten

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Jon Moxley[Dean Ambrose]/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy Thirst Party Saturday everyone! Tagging our finest, @tox-moxley, @hardcorewwetrash, @oraclegazes, @actualamyautopsy and @iwannadiehere. Enjoy!

The worry started setting in about a week before Valentine's Day. She never wore pants to bed. Shit, she hardly ever wore anything to bed and now all of a sudden she was wearing more clothes than a nervous bride. To say he was confused would be an understatement.

“Kitten? Y’ gettin’ sick again or somethin’?” He asked finally after the third night of this new…interest in long sleeves and sleeping pants and the whole ‘not being naked beside him’ thing. Which wasn’t that big of an issue, really it wasn’t. They were both adults and if she wanted to wear clothes to bed that was definitely her right. It was just…it was a deviation from the norm and that was always a little scary for him.

She didn’t necessarily look guilty, but she sure as shit was cagey about the subject. “I’ve been kind of chilly.”

That was it. That was all he got. And hell, he wanted to press the matter, but at the same time he didn’t want to be that guy. So he just shut his mouth, accepted his good morning kiss (that he was still pretty sure he didn’t deserve) and headed in to work as usual. He was a good boyfriend and refrained from asking the questions that might make her upset.

Simple Mox, good Mox.

...

Callihan of all people was the one to suggest he ‘tidy up’ for Valentine's Day, wiggling his eyebrows at Moxley in a way that made Jon want to wallop him. “Chicks ain’t into body hair anymore, man. Ya’ chest is literally revolting. I would know.” Callihan gestured at his own hairless torso. “Keep a little bit of the trail, sure. Give ‘er somethin’ to follow. But get rid of that fuckin’ pelt. Trust me. She’ll be all over ya’.”

“The last time I trusted ya’ fuckin’ scrawny ass I got beaned in the back of my fuckin’ skull with a steel chair.” Mox snorted with laughter, unable to keep it in when Sami looked let down. “Fuckin’ douche, tryin’ to kill me and shit.”

“I didn’t know the chick had a boyfriend, man. Will ya’ let it go?” Sami groaned. “I said I was sorry an’ everythin’.”

Mox rubbed a hand thoughtfully over the stubble that plagued his face daily. “I don’t think she cares, Callihan. I mean, I’ll take it under…advisory or whatever th’ fuck, but I’m pretty sure she don’t care?” Mox's voice rose at the end of its own accord, turning his previously firm statement into a question. A doubt, starting to worm its way in. “Why would she care?”

“Hey I’m jus’ sayin’, man. It never hurts to at least look like ya’ makin’ an effort.” Sami pointed out.

Jon’s eyes narrowed. “Shit.” He said finally. “I always look like a damn hobo next t’ her, man. D’ya think that would help?”

Callihan shrugged. “Special occasion, ain’t it?”

…

This was a goddamn terrible idea. Shit, he didn't even know if she wanted this or not. He didn't really want to ask, either. How much of a fucking jackass would he look like if he just walked up to her, opened his mouth and said something like, “hey babe, sugarplum, apple of my eye, you ever thought about me not looking like a stray dog for once?” The wild idea of him pulling off being a dashing son of a bitch haunted him, especially while looking like that guy from the cover of that book he definitely wasn't supposed to know she had stashed in her nightstand.

She was still wearing the damn pants to bed. Shit, she wasn't even letting him put his hands in said pants anymore, usually rolling over or catching his hands and kissing his knuckles in that way that made him melt.

Finally, early in the morning on the fourteenth, after Callihan daring him for half the damn night in between fights and at least seven shots of Jack Daniels lining his empty stomach, Mox sacked the fuck up and walked into the twenty-four hour Walgreens down the street from the CZ. He'd mopped himself off a little so he wasn't a total bloody mess, just an emotional mess. He didn't know when this had turned into such a big fucking deal (but he was relatively certain it was Callihan's fault), or when he had decided that this was obviously a great idea and it was definitely what Kitten wanted and he really needed to just go through with this before he lost what little nerve he had.

So he strode in, made his way to the shaving aisle, glanced over numerous wax kits with terrifying-looking pictures, grabbed a tube of some cream that promised 'pain-free results!' and stormed the cashier like he was on the beaches of fucking Normandy. I am the man who is going to make my girlfriend happy on Valentine's Day and nothing on this planet is stopping me.

In hindsight, maybe applying the shit once he had sobered up would have gone better. Or maybe applying it after his chest had healed from the fights. Or maybe just not slathering the shit on while finishing the bottle with Sami and then falling asleep next to the sink in the CZ bathroom. He only conked out for about forty-five minutes or so, but according to the tube that was forty minutes too long. The burning sensation was what woke him and Mox flew into a drunken panic, flailing and damn near knocking himself out on the underside of the sink before he managed to stumble to his feet.

He remembered thinking oh God no, just staring at his reddened, irritated chest coated with now-flaking cream in the mirror for a few wavering seconds before tearing at his jeans and making a mad dash for the showers. He'd wash it off. It'd be fine. This was definitely not going to ruin everything and he was still a good boyfriend.

Sami full-blown shrieked when Jon threw open the door to the showers, “Christ Mox, th' fuck did ya' do?!” He looked horrified, which only added to Jon's panic because Sami never busted out that face around him.

“It'll come off Sami, s'gonna' be okay Sami.” Jon mumbled, almost losing his footing on the slick floor. Callihan caught his arm and slammed his still-clothed ass down on the tile, ignoring Mox's protests as he turned the shower on full blast, freezing cold.

“Y' fell asleep with this shit on? I mean yeah, I done pretty much th' same thing first time I tried it. At least it's up here, right? Mine was on my fuckin' balls.” Sami's rueful grin made Mox start laughing even while he shivered under the frigid spray of the shower.

“F-F-Fuck C-Callihan, m' a f-f-fuckin' fa-failure.” He managed to say through his chattering teeth, essentially climbing his friend to stand again.

“Shut the fuck up.” Sami said bluntly, his hair now lank and dribbling cold hair gel down his face. Mox suddenly wanted to cry for some reason. He couldn't do anything right for fuck's sake and it hurt, way worse than whatever the fuck was going on with his chest. “Don't get fuckin' bitchy on me now, Mox. S' just some hair. You've had way worse'n this shit, man.” Sami continued, sounding almost like he was scolding him as he rung out his shirt.

“M' sorry man, I jus' wanted t' make her happy.” Jon scrubbed furiously at the skin on his chest, trying to avoid eye contact. Most of the paste had already dissolved under the water, taking his chest hair with it, but the redness seemed to be here to stay. Patches were bleeding here and there, and his poor nipples, Christ. Mox felt raw, like someone had exfoliated his chest with a fucking belt sander. “What th' fuck'm I gonna' do, Sami? I...we have a little thing planned tom--shit, tonight.” He realized in horror.

“Fuck that, what about tonight with Gage? Are ya'...I mean, shit man, y' look like y' got skinned.” Callihan, ever the master of tact. Mox teared up and he quickly ducked his head, staring at the floor as Sami shut off the shower.

“I j-jus' wanted t' look good f' her, m-man.” He hiccuped. “She looks like a fuckin' p-princess an' m' all d-d-dirty an' disgustin' an' ugly as shit, fuckin' ruinin' her jus' like Drake s-said--”

Sami whacked him upside the back of his head, making Mox yelp in pain. “Jonathan fuckin' Moxley, listenin' t' somethin' that comes outta' Younger's mouth? Who th' fuck are you, and what the shit did you do with my partner?”

“I dunno', man!” Jon cried, “M' hurt an' still drunk an' I'm fuckin' p-panickin', fuckin' bad dog all over th' fuckin' place, what the hell am I gonna' do Callihan?!”

“Ya' gonna' fight with a shirt on! No shit, genius! Ya' gonna' fuck ya' woman with a shirt on! No shit, kinky! She's gonna' love ya', you ain't gotta' tell her shit, an' you'll be fine!” Callihan was fucking roaring at this point, obviously still pretty hammered himself. “Ya' dick is fine, ain't it?! Chest jus' looks like ground fuckin' burger, y' waited too long an' shit! Now go to sleep, sleep off Jack and then we'll be ready t' fight. Ya' totally got this man, no worries!” The encouraging slap on the back he gave Jon almost knocked him over.

…

Fighting was fucking agony. Mox should have known from the second he stepped into the ring that Gage would take him to task.

“What's with the getup, street dog?” Nick had circled him, taking in the white t-shirt he wore. Jon's prayers that he wouldn't notice the tiny spots of fresh blood seeping through the front of it apparently went unanswered as Gage's opening move was winding up for one hell of a chop. And yeah, he'd fought hurt before. Fought really hurt before, much more hurt than this bullshit chemical abrasion across his chest. Like when Gage had whacked his arm open with a dinner plate, or when Damage had Powerbombed him on the cement beside the ring.

But the shirt just made everything worse. It rubbed and clung to his raw skin; Jon felt trapped and he wanted to fucking scream. There was a damn reason he didn't wear shirts in the ring, too easy to get grabbed or hung up on the wire or whatever the fuck else guys would do to one another. If there was one thing Mox was sure of, it was that he didn’t like it when his opponents got creative.

As he rammed his knee into Nick’s midsection Moxley found himself wondering whether anyone in the crowd was here for Valentine's Day. Like this was someone’s idea of a hot date. “Hey babe, wanna’ watch a human dog fight? Bet that’ll get your motor running.” Jon shuddered, cringing in pain when Gage landed another slashing chop across his chest. But he forced himself back up, forced himself past the next one to wrap his fists in Nick’s worn basketball jersey and hoist him high, almost tipping them both out of the ring. Gage strangled the ropes, kicking wildly and knocking Mox flat on his back.

Nick lunged on top of him and Mox could barely hazard a guess at how fucked he might have been if he hadn’t gotten his feet up in time. As such he ended up catapulting the other man over his head, and Nick slammed into the plywood on his back. Mox got up, wiping the blood from his split lip off with the hem of his shirt. The collar around his neck jingled quietly, and Jon felt some of the tension ease out of him. She’s waiting for me.

“Gage, can we speed this up?” He rasped, slumping back into his corner. “I got a cute chick dyin’ t' see me at home, man.”

…

He was lucky. He knew he was lucky. Lucky to be alive, lucky to have a friend like Sami, lucky to have his Kitten. Jon showered, shaved and changed after the fight, stripping off the now-pinkish white shirt and putting on a fresh one beneath his button-up. Hopefully it would keep the blood from soaking through and staining his (somewhat wrinkled but very clean) dress shirt. Normally Mox was master and commander of all things Band-Aid, but there was just too much surface area for him to fix this problem efficiently. Gauze was out of the question, too bulky and obvious. She would ask, or worse she’d be fucking worried about what had happened and he’d kill any mood that might have already existed.

Jon let Sami help him fix his hair a little, Callihan clearly holding back his laughter at how slowly and carefully Mox was moving. “Ya’ like a grandma or some shit man, loosen up.”

“Can’t help it, Callihan. M’ sore. Nervous.” Jon admitted. “I mean, she’s been actin' funny. Wearin’ more clothes and stuff. I just don’t wanna’ wreck what good thing I have here by showin’ up looking like I-”

“Th’ fuck do you mean, ‘wearing more clothes’?” Sami asked, tipping his head to the side. “Is this like that shit from before where ya’ were both bein’ fuckin’ idiots when you coulda’ been idiots fuckin’?”

“No no, she still lets me hold her and shit. She’s…I mean she’s a hot sleeper, y’know? It’s just weird, all of a sudden she’s wearin’ pants t’ bed an’ long sleeves.”

Sami ‘hmm’ed softly, looking like he was thinking hard. “Shit man, I dunno’. I’m assumin’ you ain’t, y’know, asked her about why she’s doin’ it, right?” He snorted when Jon nodded. “’Course not. Ya’ prefer drivin’ y’self fuckin’ nuts.”

“It’s harder than that, Callihan.” Mox said, annoyed. “I don’t wanna’ look stupid. I already look like a fuckin’ deadbeat. If she catches on that I don’t know what I’m fuckin’ doin’ when it comes t’ her, I’m fucked. I never had t’ do any of this fuckin’ Valentine's Day crap before man.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you ain’t never whipped out a little TLC on a chick before, Mox.”

“Bein’ soft…isn’t really somethin’ that I am, Sami.” Jon mumbled. “I pretend for her, but I’m always lost n’ shit. I thought it’d get easier, fake it ‘til I make it. Everyone else before her, it’s usually been a contest t’ see how quick they can get what they want outta’ me. My mouth or my dick or my fists, whatever the fuck. An’ I went along with it because shit, I was poor an’ lonely so fuck it.”

Callihan had gone strangely quiet. His fingers fidgeted in Mox's hair. When he spoke again, his voice was a little kinder than Mox was used to. “I didn’t know, man. I always figured y' had a kinda’ normal love life, aside from the weird collar bullshit. I’m…I’m sorry ‘bout that, Mox.” After a second he punched Jon in the shoulder, that familiar grin back on his face. “Sorry I been sweet-talkin’ all them chicks into my pants, that is!”

Jon smiled gratefully at his friend. There was only so much sugary-feel-good bullshit he could take from Sami at one time. “Yeah yeah, someday you’ll find a nice girl an’ she’ll take ya’ V card an’ leave y’ heart in the dust. Don’t cry t’ me Callihan.”

“Take my fuckin’--how dare y’ fuckin’-” Callihan sputtered with rage. “Insinuatin’ that I ain’t--the balls on you, Moxley!” He finally managed to say, tossing Jon his hoodie. He then grabbed him in a headlock and gave him a vicious noogie, thoroughly ruining any work he had put in to the other man’s hair. “Y’ lucky we’re friends, you fuckin’ cocksucker.”

...

The bus ride over to the stop near her apartment gave Jon ample time to worry and half-crush the bouquet of orange roses he’d picked up. They were out of red ones, go figure, and the orange ones were the least ragged-looking in the group. So orange it was. He wished for a second that he knew what orange roses meant in that flower language bull, before deciding that it was probably better that he didn’t know. I hope she likes them, shit.

Keeping the roses safe until he got to the apartment was priority number one. He ended up cramming them under his hoodie so they would stay a decent temperature while he made the slow, slippery walk from the bus stop to the apartment building. It had been raining most of the day and now everything was covered in a sheen of ice. Mox breathed a sigh of relief when he finally got in out of the elements, carefully knocking the ice and slush off his boots then heading down the hall.

Upon opening the apartment door, he was confused for a second at the lack of lights on. Was he too late? Too early? Shit, did he get the wrong day? His panic was short-lived however, once he caught sight of the candles flickering in the living room. Oh. Why the fuck didn’t he think of that?! Nothing was more romantic than fucking candles. Christ, he was awful at this.

Jon struggled out of his hoodie and boots, clutched the flowers a little tighter. He had to swallow a few times before he could speak. “Kitten? Y’ home?” He rasped.

“In here, Jon.”

Of course she was in the bedroom. Stupid, stupid! Jon half-wished he was still drunk, at least to give his body a fucking reason to be so slow and clumsy. He didn’t want to open the bedroom door. He didn’t want to be the one to ruin the little daydream life he had, the one where everything was okay and he wasn’t fucked up and helpless when it came to this romance bullcrap. So much for looking like the guy on the cover of that book that I’m not supposed to know about, he thought wryly.

He had to fight the urge to knock before he pushed the door, hearing the latch click softly as it gave way. He felt almost like he was a stranger, like this was the first time he'd ever come home. Maybe even like the first time he'd seen her laid out on the bed, as if she was a beautiful surprise just for his greedy body to devour, for his stupid, weak fucking heart to latch onto.

There were a few more candles placed here and there in the room, but it was the sight of her that caught him. She was on her back, arched in a way that his brain quietly informed him was probably pretty uncomfortable but did absolute wonders for his dick, wearing a little see-through number that Jon had never seen before. His mouth went bone fucking dry. “Ki...”

“I've been waiting for you, Jon.” She murmured, and God damn, if she didn't sound every inch the sultry fucking vixen. “Missed you. Happy Valentine's Day.”

“H-Happy...I g-got. These.” Jon forced the words out, extending the bouquet. “F-For you.” She rolled over onto her hands and knees (that was a wince, that was definitely a wince, what the hell?), accepting his flowers with a happy noise that shot through his body. “Kitten, y' look fuckin'...wow. Christ.” Jon said softly, hoping that the fucking reverence he felt was properly vocalized. “You're so fuckin' pretty, I...” He wasn't sure what happened inside him. It was like something broke, shattered into a million pieces. The next thing he knew he had lurched toward her, hands shaking as he pressed her back to the bed and drew them over bare skin that seemed so hot, fever hot and smooth, smooth like silk.

Kitten squirmed and whimpered under his touch. Normally that would have lit Jon up like a firework, but something about her reaction seemed...wrong. Too sharp, like she was in pain. “Kitten, y' alright?” He asked cautiously. Did something happen to her? Is there a bad reason she's been wearing all those clothes? His stomach twisted in fear. Did I hurt her somehow? Does she not feel safe around me anymore? “Sound a little iffy.” Don't you dare fucking start bawling, Moxley.

“I-I just missed you.” The hesitation, the fucking hesitation in her voice hit him like a punch to the gut. Jon really wanted to cry.

He sat back on his haunches, running a hand through his hair and sucking in a breath. “Kitten, if y' don't wanna' do this anymore, all you have to do is say it. I...you ain't been lettin' me do much lately, an' that's fine, but draggin' this shit out hurts me. I love you, Kitten, but if y' don't wanna' do somethin', if you don't want me around anymore, ya' gotta' let me know.”

Kitten's fists clenched at her sides. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it, screaming into the thing with a vengeance. Mox watched, wide-eyed in confusion. She finally seemed to be finished, chucking the pillow at the wall. Her face was wet with tears, but she didn't look sad, she looked fucking livid. Jon swallowed hard, unsure of what he had gotten himself into. “Kitten...?”

“J-Jon, I got...I got f-fucking waxed. And it hurt. My skin is apparently really sensitive. I'm all...I'm all red and everything from the waist down feels like it's on fire but I just wanted this t-to be good so I figured I could suck it up because it's our first Valentine's D-Day.” She made an infuriated sound. “I hate this! Why can't one thing go right?!” Jon was helpless to stop his raspy laugh, quickly holding up a hand to deflect the pillow aimed at his face. “This isn't funny, Jon! I spent most of today with a fucking ice pack between my thighs just trying to bring down the swelling!” She snapped.

“Kitten, m' so sorry. I ain't laughin' at you. But y' gonna' laugh at me when you see what I did to myself like a fuckin' doofus.” Jon struggled to unbutton his dress shirt, nervous giggles still escaping his mouth. “Oh my God, you ain't even gonna' fuckin' believe this, Kitten.”

“What's those spots on your...Mox are you bleeding? Did you fight today?”

“Jus' wait.” Jon hauled his undershirt over his head, tossing it to land on the abandoned pillow.

Kitten's anger appeared to evaporate, her hand reaching out shakily to touch the raw skin of his chest. “Jesus Christ, Jon, what happened? Who did this to you?”

“Y' gonna' fuckin' cry laughin', Kitten. I...I did this. Callihan told me that girls don't like...they don't like hairy guys. S-So I got some stuff that y' rub on an' it eats th' hair. I figured I'd surprise ya'. I fell asleep with it on though.” Jon was startled when Kitten seemed more upset than amused, the tears streaming down her face. “I was so worried about tryin' t' hide this shit from you, an' it turns out y' pretty much in the same fuckin' boat. God I'm a fuckin' idiot, Kitten. M' so sorry. I ruined Valentine's Day.”

“I think we both did, Jon. I mean, I spent the whole week not shaving so this wouldn't happen, and it still did!” Kitten huffed. “I didn't want to gross you out, that's why I started wearing clothes to bed. I felt like a fucking hairball, it was revolting but I wanted it to be a surprise and everything I read said that I should have at least a week's worth of growth and...and now I look like one of those hairless cats, all pink and pissed-off.”

“Oh my God, Kitten, I don't give a flyin' fuck whether ya' shave seven days a week or seven days a year, or if ya' got more fuzz than a fuckin' Wookie. I just missed the shit outta' touchin' you. How fuckin' dumb are we?” Jon snorted. Kitten laughed through her tears after a minute, cupping his face and kissing him. “M' so sorry, Kitten, fuckin' Christ I'm sorry. Let's get y' outta' that tight little number an' into somethin' of mine, okay? Nice n' loose.” He offered.

Her legs were almost scorching to the touch. Jon was thankful for the dim candlelight of the room as he carefully helped her peel off her clothes. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to see the full extent of her damage. Couldn't trust himself to keep from bawling his eyes out. He definitely didn't want her to see the full extent of his damage, especially the undignified, patchy remains of his happy trail. More like happy fucking hopscotch.

She finally seemed comfortable, curled up on his side of the bed in a loose, hole-filled shirt and nothing else. Jon made sure that all the candles in the living room were extinguished and then slowly trekked back to the bedroom, pleased to find that she'd dragged her laptop up onto the bed and was scrolling through it looking for something to watch. Jon didn't even mind when she picked a mushy romance flick, too preoccupied with how she essentially laid her tits on top of his arm and kept making little noises in the back of her throat whenever he would play with them.

He nodded off with her head in his lap, his fingers stroking through her hair gently while she mumbled something about a, “do-over...”

“I wish you'd just asked me.”

The soft words eased into Jon's consciousness, into the mundane dream he was having. Was it even a dream? He didn't feel achy. He must be dreaming. But all he was doing was being cradled in her arms, one of her legs flung over his and her chest pressed tightly to his back. Jon relaxed against her. It wasn't often that he indulged himself as far as being held went, still a little uncomfortable with letting his guard down. He was the badass, he was the one who protected, and he was the one who did the spooning around here, thank you very much.

“Wish you could talk to me. I promise you won't scare me.” Kisses landed on his shoulder blade. “My poor mutt. I should have told you what I was doing. Just wanted it to be a surprise.” Fingers toyed with his collar. “Why are we so bad at this?”

She sounded sad. Jon wanted to say no, wanted to take all the blame for himself. None of this would have happened if he wasn't such a coward, if he'd only been able to speak to her, like all those normal couples did. But his tongue refused to cooperate. So it was a dream, then. Not much could keep him from talking if he so desired to shoot his mouth off. And if it was a dream...

He burrowed further into the warm cocoon of blankets, securing her arms around his waist and making her snuggle even closer. No harm in indulging a little.

…

Four days went by. Four long, tender days of her wearing as few clothes as possible (mostly his shirts), curling up against him every chance she got and fussing over his chest. Jon had never thought of himself as a man with a great deal of patience, so he considered it a personal triumph that he had lasted this long without bending his sweet, beautiful Kitten over the nearest surface and railing her until she begged for mercy for being such a God. Damn. Fucking. Tease. The best part out of the whole thing (and honestly, this was what really got him going) is that it seemed entirely unintentional. She was no more forward than normal, but her being sweet and gentle with him coupled with her pretty consistent lack of underwear or pants was fantastic.

Shit, maybe he had gone soft and, in turn, maybe he wasn't as bad at this as he thought. He certainly had never refrained from fucking someone out of fear of hurting them before her, that's for sure. He recalled with a wince a few of the marks he'd left on women past, when they would demand or urge him out past any sort of reasonable boundaries, “be rough with me, Mox!” They wanted something different from him, something that their boyfriends apparently weren't willing to give. The crazy, rabid street dog. They didn't want Jon. Not a lot of people did. Getting shoved into that dark, fighting mindset while he was fucking was always a terrifying experience because Jon was never quite sure what he might come back to.

He knew he was lucky, leaving a trail of nothing more than crisp-edged hickies and the occasional too-hard bite that made chicks squeal in pain or ecstasy.

He knew he was lucky because Kitten was still pressed to his side, fingers ghosting over the almost-healed skin of his chest. There was food in his stomach. He was warm and safe, camped out on a couch with the woman he loved. She never pushed him, never forced him past his boundaries. And yeah, he'd fucked up Valentine's Day but they'd had a pretty good Christmas, a few fun birthdays between them.

“Kitten, d'ya think we can try again?” He asked, hand rubbing over the smooth skin on her calf. She had been more and more receptive to touch as the days went on, slowly returning to some semblance of normalcy. Which was a damn good thing. “For Valentine's Day, I mean. Maybe next week or somethin'?”

She shook her head, suddenly swinging her leg over his thighs. “I was thinking maybe...” She trailed off, biting her lip.

It had been almost two weeks between the build up to the almighty V-Day and the subsequent healing time. Eleven days of not being able to stroke his Kitten, eleven days of keeping his hands to himself. But here she was now. Offering without words, straddling his thighs and shifting her hips back and forth. No panties, nothing between them but his jeans.

Jon swallowed hard. “Are you sure, Kitten?” He had to ask. God only knew how bad it could be if he didn't.

She nodded eagerly, taking his hand and pulling her shirt up (technically his shirt) so he could touch her thighs. Jon's eyes narrowed and he grabbed a handful of the shirt, dragging her in for a hungry kiss. “Lean over the couch arm.” He demanded breathlessly, thrilled when she obeyed. Easy. There she was. Spread out, waiting for him. Jon wasted no time, all but pouncing on her and quickly breaching her cunt with two fingers.

She cried out, arching her back against him and circling her hips as he curled his middle and ring fingers roughly inside her, his index coming up to tease her clit. She was already wet, already fucking soaked and so damn tight around his fingers and Jon wondered briefly how long she'd wanted him to do this but hadn't asked. The idea of her needy and achy made his dick all but crush itself against the zipper of his jeans, his brain (as usual) going into fucking overdrive and imagining her whimpering and fingering herself on the couch, wishing it was him the whole time.

He groaned and pressed his chest to her back, pinning her to the couch arm. “Jon's got you, Kitten.” He whispered in her ear. “Y' little tease, walkin' around with no panties on like you don't know what you fuckin' do to me. Makin' me hard as a fuckin' rock, makin' me wanna' bend your naughty ass over an' fuck ya' until y' can't see straight. It would be so fuckin' easy, so fuckin' easy. Just tug this shirt up a little, slide this fat fuckin' dick into you. You'd love that shit, wouldn't you?” Jon asked, spreading her pussy lips to tease his middle finger over her entrance in a mockery of penetration.

“Y-Yeah-” Kitten sounded almost frantic, her hips rocking up into his touches.

“Y' like me when I'm desperate, don't ya' Kitten?” Jon leaned back and unzipped his jeans, lazily stroking his cock and winking when she looked back at him. “Y' like it when I just say all the shit that's on my brain, instead of keepin' it in. Shit, y' might even like me bein' in charge, huh?” Kitten whimpered pitifully. “Jesus Christ Kitten, you made me so fuckin' hard, damn. Could come just from this. What would y' do if I came right now, fuckin' coated y' stomach?” Jon cupped his cock and pressed it to her slit, rubbing himself slowly back and forth across her dripping opening.

Kitten dug her fingers into the couch, moaning needily and trying to shift her hips so he would slide his cock into her.

“Mmm, someone's been a naughty fuckin' Kitten. I think y' can wait me out.” Jon murmured. He'd never gotten himself off quite like this before, but it definitely had merit. He really was too wound up, the waiting and her willingness completely ruining his endurance. Jon felt no shame though. He was  perfectly willing to go multiple rounds, if that was what it took for him to satisfy her. He pressed his forehead to the small of her back and came with a soft grunt after a few more tugs on his dick.

Kitten made a whining noise, seemingly in disbelief that he'd come so soon. “J-Jon...?”

“I toldja', y' been fuckin' naughty.” Jon panted, smirking. “Gettin' me hard all the time, rubbin' ya' tits on me like y' trying t' titfuck my whole fuckin' body. Can't tell me at least some of it wasn't intentional, Kitten. Y' must like me all riled up an' achin' t' fuck you.” The blush that spread over her body was answer enough.

“I...I like it when you take charge. I've missed you.” Kitten said quietly, her honesty surprising Jon. “God, Jon, please. Please.” Her fingers slid down her stomach to touch his dick, stroking him gently. He hadn't exactly wilted when he came and she apparently realized that, if her sharp intake of breath was anything to go by.

“Oh that's right, I'm still good t' go.” Mox grinned, softly biting her shoulder blade through the shirt. “I've been fuckin' waitin' for this, Kitten. No one an' done tonight.”

“Yes.” She sounded thrilled and it made Jon laugh.

He spread her legs open even wider, taking a moment to appreciate the effort she'd put in. “I know y' probably ain't too keen on waxin' ever again, so if y' don't mind I'm just...” Jon paused, thrusting his fingers back into her and then mercilessly hooking them over her spot. Kitten's back arched, the woman pressing her cheek to the couch arm while she moaned and writhed underneath him. “Mm, Kitten y' sound a little close t' creamin' all over my hand. Smooth little pussy tryin' so hard t' come on me.”

“Please, Jon, I--” She begged, her voice cracking as she came. “It's been awful, could tell I was making you hard but I couldn't do anything about it, wanted to fuck you so bad but I was too sore.” Kitten admitted jerkily when she could speak again, “wanted you so much, so fucking much, Jon, please.”

Her confession hit him like a sack of bricks. Even though she'd been in pain, she still wanted him. Him! Jon was a little exasperated with how quickly his eyes welled up. How fucking soft could he get, really? But for her...

Shit, for her he'd fucking melt away if she asked for it.

“No more waitin', Kitten.” Jon rasped, blinking the tears back. “No more hidin'. I'll be careful. I promise. Won't hurt you. Good Behavior.” He felt a shudder roll through her body that had nothing to do with her orgasm. He vaguely recalled coaxing her onto the worn-out mattress he'd had at the CZ warehouse with those same words and a fervent promise of no biting.

Good Behavior, Best Behavior.

It felt like a lifetime ago that he'd been that guy, the one who'd wanted to go dark because it was usually better than being around inside his fucked-up head. A lifetime since she'd been so small and scared, willing to do anything just to feel safe for a little while. She'd hauled him out of his destructive cycle and he'd slowly given her a sense of security.

They'd come so far together.

Jon shook his head and pressed another kiss to her shoulder blade, easing his fingers out of her. “Hey, turn over, okay?” He asked softly. She had a shy expression on her face when she obliged, tugging the shirt down like it would cover her completely. He caught her hands, mouthing soft kisses on her knuckles. “No more hidin' from me, Kitten. My beautiful fuckin' princess.”

“Only if you promise to do the same.” She replied, her voice just as soft. The protest was on the tip of his tongue, he didn't hide--

But he recalled the hellish week he'd spent agonizing over something as pointless as whether she liked his body hair or not, and he finally nodded. A smile lit her face and she slid a finger through the D ring on his collar, pulling him into a kiss that was so tender it hurt. “My strong mutt.” She crooned to him when they finally parted. “I love you so much.”

Shit, he might be totally fucking broken at this point. He quickly ducked his head and began fumbling with his jeans in an effort to keep her from seeing how hard those words still hit him. She cupped his chin though, tipping his face back up so he could meet her eyes. “I'm serious, Jon. I know it's difficult for you. I don't expect one night of me tying you up to be enough to work through a lifetime. But...I'm going to keep saying it until you're okay with it.” She whispered.

He had no idea why she was being so quiet. All it did was add another layer of intimacy to the situation. Jon could handle yelling, frantic movements, demands and orders and hits that landed. When it came to the gentle stuff though, the romantic shit like they had in the movies she liked to watch, he was at a total loss. It always sat heavy in his chest and made his throat tighten, his longing quickly slapped down by the reality of who he was.

“M' sorry Kitten, I don't mean to...I jus'. It's jus' a hard thing for me to handle. M' okay.” Jon mumbled, “Bad at this shit.”

“Do you still want to, or should we stop?” She asked cautiously, searching his face. “I totally understand if you would rather just snuggle.”

Jesus Christ, Kitten, you aren't even fair. Jon shook his head, not trusting his voice as he laid his head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her. He could hear her heart rate pick up while he slowly, slowly slid his cock into her, could hear the moan she tried to bite back. Her hands cradled his head. “Who says I can't do fuckin' both, huh?” Jon challenged shakily, biting down hard on his lower lip when she whimpered. “I'll snuggle the fuck outta' ya', Kitten.”

“Mm, yes-” She sighed, stroking his hair. “God I love you. Love you so much.”

Jon couldn't answer, just gripped her as tightly as he dared. He may like to talk, but his words failed him at times like these. His body would have to do the talking for him. No candles here, no cute lingerie or bouquets of roses (though not for lack of trying on either of their parts). Just all his damn feelings, all his soft fucking bullshit feelings that he couldn't articulate so he had to resort to this, holding her close and easing their bodies together like he was never going to do this again so it had to last.

Maybe she'd get an inkling. Maybe she'd hear the 'I love you so much' that was what he meant when he clumsily said she was beautiful. Maybe she might understand he had never done this with anyone else and it was fucking terrifying and he didn't know what the fuck to do.

“Kitten, I...” Jon's voice petered out and he cursed inwardly. Dammit, fucking dammit. She just started stroking his hair and it made some of the strain leave his body. “Fuck.” He muttered, torn between comfort and being more aroused than before. She was so fucking warm around him, whole body wrapping him in an embrace that he never wanted to leave. “I missed you.” He finally said softly, voice muffled by her shirt. “Fuck, did I miss you.” He sloppily licked and nipped at one of her peaks through the shirt, hoping to distract her from how choked-up he sounded. “N-Not just this, obviously.” He cursed the tremble in his voice. “Everythin', everythin' about you. I'll try not t' hide anymore. Don't want ya' t' feel like I do.”

“God, Jon...” She was being so damn tender with him, like when he came back to her walking fucking wounded and it killed him because it meant she was worried. Her fingers buried in his hair, her hips rising to meet his own so gently, her sweet voice moaning praise as he made love to her. He found himself breathing every word that got tangled up in his stupid mouth, pulling energy from all the times he'd fucked up, broke off, never said what he wanted to. All his stupid machismo was shoved aside, like what had happened the first time he'd met Kitten.

The only thing left was that raw love ache that hurt sometimes, burned a little too bright sometimes and left him feeling defenseless. But Jon would do it for her. He would do anything for her. “Oh God, Kitten, please open your eyes.” He begged, propping himself up over her. “I gotta' tell ya' somethin'.” Please, please, before I lose my nerve.

She half-opened her eyes, her hands moving to cling to his midsection. Her breath was coming in shaky little sobs, wanton noises making their way out as he continued to fuck her slowly. “J-Jon--” She gasped, her nails digging into his skin in that way that let him know she was close.

“God, I love you!” Jon fairly exploded, forcing the words past the lump in his throat. “I love how y' say my fuckin' name, my real name. I love the way ya' fuckin' curl up around me, the way y' take care of me. I fuckin' love ya' happy fuckin' face an' th' kisses you give me an' the ways y' make me laugh and I hate that I had to fuckin' slog through all my hangups jus' so I can fuckin' finally gush 'bout how fuckin' great you are!” The words poured out of him, hot and messy and maybe a little more than he'd intended to share as he felt her walls tighten around his cock. “Y' my Kitten, you're th' most precious thing I fuckin' have, most importan' thing in the fuckin' world t' me an' I love you so damn much, so fuckin' much--”

She grabbed his collar and jerked him down to her face, kissing him for all he was worth. Jon cupped the back of her neck and refused to let go, the two of them locked in a race for completion while he continued to mumble against her lips, all the soft shit he'd always been too scared to say.

I love the way you make me feel, I love the way you touch me, I'm so sorry for making you wait for this, please forgive me, I love you so much, I'm so sorry he hurt you, thank you for letting me love you, thank you for trusting me...

“I love you too, Jon, I love you so much--” Her reply made his heart swell and he swallowed hard, bumping his forehead into hers and looking down at where their bodies joined.

“Come with me, Kitten. Come with me, please. M' fuckin' beggin', can't last much longer.” He pleaded urgently.

She cried out, the sound sending shivers down his spine that went straight to his dick as she came around him. Jon slowed his pace to a gentle rocking, brushing her hair back from her face while she gasped for breath. “O-Oh, Kitten...” He moaned, his own orgasm rolling over him in an all-encompassing wave that nearly made his arms give out. “Fuckin' Christ, Kitten.”

She quickly struck one-two at his arms, successfully dropping him on top of her with a startled 'oof!'. Kitten didn't seem to mind being almost-crushed though, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight while she ran her hand through his hair and made soft noises of content. Exhaustion dragged at his body like a dead weight, but he couldn't in good conscience just doze off after saying all that stuff to her.

“Are y' alrigh', Kitten?” He asked warily, after she hadn't moved for several minutes. Her breathing had evened out, heartbeat still coming back down. She'd fallen asleep underneath him. Jon barely kept from snorting with laughter. So much for being worried about how she would take him essentially fucking his feelings into her, seemed she was handling things better than he was.

He carefully untangled her arms from around his neck, standing and twisting back and forth to work the kinks out of his spine. His whole body ached but in that warm, pleasant way. Jon looked down at her, thoroughly tousled and sound asleep without a care in the world. “Y' have th' best ideas, Kitten.” He said quietly. “Let's head t' bed.”

Her head lolled against his chest when he picked her up and her fingers sleepily traipsed across the bare skin. “Miss your fuzz.” She mumbled as Jon laid her down on their bed.

Jon hushed her, trying not to laugh while climbing under the covers and tugging her close. “It'll grow back, Kitten.” I hope.

“Mm, good.”

Jon laid there silently for a few minutes as she moved around, finally seeming to get comfortable with her face tucked into his neck. “Damn, but ya' sure do know how t' make a first impression on a guy.” He said softly.

Good Kitten.

Epilogue

[raguna-blade]

Revolutionary Girl Utena Episodes 30-34

Thinking the Next Time I do this, I’m gonna cut down on the reactions thing, and do more a recap after the fact. I should in fact, but for right now i’m just kinda going at it you know.

Came too far and all that. And also, I would like to scrub some of the events in these episodes from my mind because goddamnit they were setting it up for 20 odd episodes and you hoped they wouldn’t and they did and it’s exactly as horrifying (if honestly, put together in such a way that if it wasn’t as uh...Objectively horrifying as it’s played, it’d be a pretty lovely scene I think, but that just makes it worse honestly, cause it is not played as a good thing and yet...) as you’d expect with fuck face mcgee.

Well next time I guess.

Episode 30

First Kiss to do it...uuuuuuugh. Goddamnit

Akio. Noooooooooooooooooooooooo

Wakaba does not give a single fuck, she want's what she wants. However bad an idea it is.

Saying this for your own good.

God, he's everywhere this episode. I don't like where this is going.

Please for the love of god....the shading is ominous. Pls. Plssssssss.

Anthy sitting there staring. Um. Um....

“Her, no my very special friend” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Seeing this car a lot lately. Uh...Uh...Wakaba.Where.

Stop stroking the car Akio.

WAKABA NO NO NO NO NO

WHY DO YOU NEED 2 HOURS. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

I mean points for her getting the dream, but also, like, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

It was just a drive don't overthink this.

Why for the love of god do you keep coming back to these birthday candles.

The fucking dread in this episode man. It's unreal.

Car....oh man. Maaaaaaan. OH FUCK where did it come from.

STOP THE JAZZ PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Ok, candle out. That's...It's fine. It's fine.

WHY CAN'T ANTHY COME SCUZZLORD

DON'T JUST WAVE HER OFF LOOKING HELLA OMINOUS LIKE THAT FUCKING ANTHY ANTHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Please stop talking like that Akio. You won't because you're the worst but

PLEASE STOP TOUCHING HER. JESUS.

YES HE IS A PLAYBOY.

I can do without

YES HE IS DANGEROUS. SIMILAR YOU AND I

As I was saying, I could do without this ominous intimacy.

Anthy. Jesus christ anthy that's terrifying.

OH SHIT HES KISSING HER FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Shadow Girls! Oh, the red shoes. I know this fable. Doesn't it end with her cutting off her feet?

But...Uh...Uhhhhhhhhh.

Last Candle.

No such thing as a love that's wrong...But there are people you shouldn't be in love with.

A PRINCE OF YOUR OWN HUH. DO TELL.

...What's with this music.

Kanae! PLEASE.

What's with the roses...and her mom....

Is he banging the mom too...?

Engagements can be canceled feels ominous as fuck.Goddamnit Akio.

Goddamnit Akio.

Last Candle out.  YUP. BAD BAD TIMES

EPISODE 31

oh goddamnit it the prince opening thing again. That's never good. I thought this was supposed to be a nanami episode (...have these only been on nanami eps aside from the opening? I haven't been paying attention)

...Shadow girls in the picture...? Also, what the hell is going on with thepicture....

God is this a nanami episode?

Obssessive brother blood bind

Touga akio apprentice for sure?

Taking a shower care to jin me...Nanami hot shut the fuck down.

So...is the thing about Anthy and Akio then...?

Yo wait, what. Is she just staring at her brother in the shower and this fucking rose again. They're just....Holding on this for like 10 seconds what the hell.

Jesus Nanami. Goddamn Akio. I mean Touga. Fuck.

...If this is reflective of Akio and Anthy uh...uh.......I'm not sure how to parse this.

WHO ARE THESE THREE DUDES. Are they ...what's the deal with...hm.

FUCKING HELL AKIO LEAVE GO AWAY.

PLEASE LET ME JUST HAVE THIS NANAMI EPISODE.

...And where did anthy go.

Please i'm just...

Nanami, most people don't want to fuck their brother.

And nanami just being the huge bitch here is...what is...

So I looked this up and type b parents should have a type b child. So...Uh.

She's looking mad torn up about this actually. One would think for her banging her older brother ambitions this would be a huge plus but uh...Uhhhhh.

Damn Touga getting booty calls in the middle of the night. Am I using that right...?

Uh...What the hell was that pose Nanami.

PUTTHAT ROSE AWAY. AWAY

...Nanami just kinda dipping the fuck out. You that traumatized.

….AKIO...FUCKING PLEASE LEAVE. JUST GO AWAY.

YOU WERE NOT KIDDING ABOUT THAT AT ALL YOU FUCK AAAAAAAAA

ANTHY STOP LYING PLEASE.

Do I sound like a mental case? Yes. Still savage.

...Shadow Girls what...? Parasitism.

THEY ARENT ON THE GROUND WAIT A MINUTE.

Nanami Shooketh.

HE IS YOUR BROTHER YOU DINGBAT.

Oh shit she just admited it. Though I don't know if it sank in.

So if the anthy nanami parallel thing holds her taking spot in bed is you know. Sensible.

Oh shit. Akio and Anthy and hooooooooooooooooboy nanami ain't taking this well.

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A NANAMI EPISODE. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN. GOOFS AND GAFFES AND YOU PULL THIS SHIT AT THE END LIKE THIS.

DID SHE SEE IT ALL GOD DAMN.

EPIDOSE 32

Nananmi is traumatized as FUCK right now.

Anthy andAkio.

Nanami playing it cool.

Nope not playing it cool at all. She's...Ok, she's doing better. Nope she's just...Trying her best.

CALL THE POLICE NANANMI.

Nanami: You'd be eaten Alive.

She's not wrong but...THE POLICE NANAMI.

….Wait. Would it be fair to call Nanami a third main character....?

Yo touga what the fuck. Just

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. KEIKO

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ITS ON.

This is fuuucked.

Why does kanae look so fucking gone.

Anthy keeping utena from walking in on some fucking shit.

Anthy: THANKS FOR ACKNWOLEDGING I TERRIFY YOU.

Nanami in the anthy bed,

NANAMI THANKS FOR SAYING WHAT WE'RE ALL THINKING JUST SAY SOMETHING GOD.

Also, it's like you're a part of each other or something. Given the yinyang thing in the intro I'm wondering.

Nanami, making choices.  Being...Duel time. And a ride in the Akio mobile.

Fuck. Goddamn. Uh..

Why is Nanami the fucking Realist Person on this Show. Like seriously. I'm actually kinda considering her as a third main character, which feels weird but....

Keiko Talks Shit, GOT THE SHIT KICKED OUT OF HER JESUS

SLAPPED ANTHY

Challenged ANTHY to a duel. That's..new.

Nanami just fucking coming out swinging.

Shadow Girls...What...What the fuck is going on....

Did...Did they change the openin? Thing again...no, it's not. Just been a while.

But for real, Nanami is not remotely fucking around in the LEAST. My vibe of Nanami as a third main character is interesting and I'm not sure how to feel about that.

Yo that pose though. Nanami, I wanna the best. Dunk you, dunk my brother, dunk me, I will be the best. Fuck ALL of this hot bullshit though. Fuck it all.

Nanami is whooping Utena's ass right now which is surprising.

I know where those feelings lead.

Oh they're both adopted. And what the FUCK are you two doing on that bed.

Can we just delete Akio.

Episode 33

THEY'RE DROPPING IT AGAIN? PRINCE INFO AGAIN LIKE TWO EPS?

But...none of the animation...Uh...hm

Why is it night.

Pattern broken. Some shit is about to happen isn't it.

Anthy...?

….Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

SHADOW GIRLS ON THE RADIO?

Also, I didn't want to look at the real ones?

What DOES it mean to be eternal?

It'll work out so long as I don't get caught. YEAH I BET.

STOP STOP STOP I agree.

Wait a minute is this a clips episode.

I think it is. Guess they had to give us a space before the last hell ride.

….What if Green Hair wasn't just talking shit, and whatever he saw

King of Imposters...? That's Akio. Right?

Also, wow Utena.

So, Every Sibling pair is fucked in roughly the same way. Which...Concerns. What's the deal.

And what the FUCK is with Anthy. Saionji, what did you SEEEEEEEE.

...Wait, the teacher is actually important? I mean yeah of course she is. Recurring character. The Teacup...? Forgotten huh...?

What is Eternal: A Diamond, A Beautiful Memory, Canned Peaches

What is Miracles: Edisons Inventions, A Prince, Canned Coelecanth

Oh this dude again.

WHEN DID I START LOSING. Hoo boy. Hooooooboy.

Watching this repeat of everyones duels kinda homes in how much Utena REALLY doesn't seem to understand people. And hasn't changed in the LEAST. At least, nothing particularly dramatic. Which is...uh..hm.

DON'T.

FUCK. FUCK NO.

oh god this mad uncomfrotable.

The food thing....repeats like...4 times...

AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaSTOP SOTP STOP STOP

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

In a fucking filler episode they would do this.

Akio just...

Anthy...Anthy did you set this up.

This is mad fucked. I am....not ok.

CAN WE PLEASE DELETE AKIO I BEG YOU.

Just...Why did they change the ending again.

God this is such bullshit.

Episode 34

GOD CAN WE NOT WITH THIS AKIO BULLSHIT.

Oh my god the stars are...

Must you still torture me...? Wh-what. Anthy...?

Oh hey the shadow girls are real.

Showering you with flowers has a terrible meaning now.

Stop that: Anthy to Akio. Uhhhhhhh.

The Shadow Girls...Play...Uh. Huh.

….Um.

A rose Prince...?

A Witch: Cut to Anthy uhhhhhh. Rose....Castle...?

Is...Is anthy the big bad?

Trapped the Prince in the castle.

The Witch is The Princes's Little Sister.

A girl who cannot become a princess is doomed to become a witch.

Uh...Anthy.

Wow, Akio just looks...Tired.

She's still around somewhere in this world :CUT TO ANTHY

oh Touga gonna duel.

I do like that even they're confused as to why they lost.

Shadow Girls...? Again. What was that all about.

Why is anthy's shadow so fucking huge.

Sacrificing Noble Souls huh.

Tiring to be friends with her.

God the dread is no longer here but...uuuuugh.

Anthy, why do you look sad...?

oh shit is this Utena's flashback on the scene.

Dios? Not an Angel of death.

And Utena' walking the same path as him..?

uh....uhhhhhhhhhh..That's a witch. The Rose Bride.

Lives on in agony as punishment for taking away the prince...?

Anthy....? um...

They're calling for the prince...That's a huge crowd.

Anthy sealed away Dios. Oh...

oh shit.

Little Utena noooooo.

The only one who can save her is the prince she believes in.

If you never lose your nobility even when you grow up, you may be able to save her.

May huh.....Does...Anthy remember her...?

Who are you really?

Well fuck shit's worse than I thought.