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While the fandom is a mess because of The Spoiler, can I just take a moment to fixate wildly on something that changes nothing? I can? Cool. So...... Kaito is left-handed.

Hear me out-

I understand that this is meant to be a show of Midoriko's keen observational skills however;

It's so amazingly specific.

The fact that it includes other people that come to this house means that other common guests are being considered in her data set, so we can exclude the possibility that there's some kind of household rule against leaving a torn bit.

But even then Kaito is supposedly the only one that it rips on the right edge for, so there's got to be a fundamental difference in how he's tearing it compared to everyone else. And so being left-handed is less common than being right handed so that fits actually.

Also just overthinking it but if the tp is gonna rip it's gonna do it on the far side from where you started tearing.

But anyway that impacts nothing really, since he's a magician he's probably trained to the point of being functionally ambidextrous, but maybe he favors his left a little in situations where there's no need to calculate his movements.

[narrativerehearsal]

"Me too!!" - your flatmate heard you filling the kettle from the other end of the flat and wants to make sure you add enough water for multiple cups.

"Let's have a cup of tea and a sit down." - alternative version of 'there's been complete and utter devastation' and/or some major drama has gone down.

"Tea? A biscuit?" - the tea trolley god/goddess at the hospital/hospice single handedly holding everyone in the entire ward together with industrial strength cups of tea and digestive biscuits.

Also, you know you're really friends with someone when you have an assigned mug and you're expected to help yourself to tea.

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[kquil]

POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PART 3

03 : GROCERIES

SUM. : you have a chance encounter with your heroes in an unlikely setting.

G. : modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist sirius ; tattoo artist james ; piercer remus ; innocent reader ; this is all very domestic ; very fluffy ; marauders being sweetheart ; r is clumsy

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“Is that who I think it is?” Sirius speaks up as Remus inspects the pricing of the brie in his hand. The mousy haired brunette doesn’t look up but James eagerly whips his head around to the direction Sirius points to and immediately smiles. 

“Hey Remus, look!” James nudges their tall friend in the side and quickly escalates to shaking his shoulder for attention. Remus finally looks after putting the brie in their shopping cart and smiles lovingly at the image of you reaching up to get a gallon of milk. You’re the perfect picture of domestic cosiness, dressed in an oversized grey sweater that reaches your mid thigh along with tall white socks and white platform sports trainers. 

“She looks so cute!” James squeals beside him and Remus nods in agreement, admiring your pretty legs and casual hairdo. 

“Let's go say hi lads!” Sirius is already approaching you mid way through his sentence and slings his arm across your shoulders when he finally reaches your side, “Hey Princess,” Sirius grins at your shocked expression which quickly morphs into a bright smile. 

“Sirius!” you beam up at the tattoo artist who affectionately presses a kiss to your forehead. Looking over his shoulder, your smile grows at the sight of James approaching you with Remus close behind, pushing along a shopping trolley, “James, Remus!” you give them an excited wave as you adjust the basket in your other arm, “Hello!”

“I see our angel’s up to some shopping,” James starts with his boyish grin as your cheeks heat up from the nickname, “Do you need help carrying that?” he reaches for your basket but you politely say you’re fine. He doesn’t protest but frowns, looking like a kicked puppy and only wanting to be helpful to you. He is at your disposal and eager to serve. The image of his pitiful eyes pulls at your heartstrings but you stay strong.

“Would you like to shop with us?” Remus asks, stealing your attention as he leans his forearms on the handles of the trolly and smiles sweetly at you, “You can help us choose what to have for tea tonight,” 

“You guys live together?” 

“Oh yeah, want to join the flat?” Sirius teasingly suggests beside you, “We have a spare room,” you laugh but shake your head ‘no’ which the tattoo artist snaps his fingers at and clicks his tongue in a comical ‘damnit’ display, “oh well,”

“So will you help us decide what to have for tea?” James pipes up and returns your attention to Remus’s original suggestion. 

“Why not?” you shrug your shoulders good naturedly, “It could be fun,” the three men cheer, bringing a smile to your lips. Even though they look intimidating from afar with their height, tattoos and piercings, they were all sweethearts deep down. 

The four of you go through each aisle, the boys gathering their household staples while you tick off the few items that were on the list you brought along so as to not forget anything. Remus managed to convince you to put your tray in their trolley so you weren’t weighed down and could move freely without having to burden someone else too much. The brunette was happy to push around the cart as it meant he stayed behind and could keep a better eye on the two men before him as well as yourself. 

Trying to be casual, you speak up as you inspect the prices of the tomatoes before you, “So…what would you guys like for lunch tomorrow?” The three men look at each other with questioning eyes but James quickly deciphers your question and practically hops in place after realising. 

“So, you mean you’ll come and bring us home made lunch tomorrow too?” James asks, the stars in his eyes appearing brighter through the light shining on his glasses. 

“Y-yeah,” you stammer softly, trying not to seem too timid. 

“You truly are an angel,” Sirius chuckles and leans into James’s side, who grins from ear to ear. 

“Are you sure it’s not too troubling for you?” Remus asks, not meaning to sound rude but is sincerely concerned that you’re going too out of the way for them. 

“It’s really no trouble at all. I have the time and I love cooking for other people too so I’m doing it for myself as well,” your answer seems to convince Remus enough and his tense shoulders ease from the assurance. 

“Then you really are an angel,” Remus shares a fond smile with Sirius as James huffs playfully. 

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” the glasses-wearing tattoo artist stresses, knowing that he was the one who gave you that nickname first. 

You giggled and reiterated your earlier question, “So? What would you guys like to have for lunch tomorrow?”

“Pasta,”

“Egg fried rice,”

“Burritos,”

They each answer separately and shoot each other a silent glare for burdening you with different preferences. But you just giggle and bring their attention back to you again, their expressions visibly soften at the sweet sound. 

“And for dessert?” you prompt. 

“Something with chocolate,”

“Treacle tart,”

“Victoria sponge cake,”

Again, they all answered separately and glared at each other, which made you giggle once more. In some ways they were different but in other ways, they were the same. 

Sirius and James had insisted on going down each aisle so that they don’t miss anything from their list and can pick out stuff that they changed their minds on getting. Like the kind person you were, you agreed and followed them through the store as Remus chuckles to himself, already used to their antics. He knows them and knows all their hidden motives. James and Sirius were usually the first to start complaining about being in the store too long but they wanted to spend more time with you. It wasn’t necessary and was probably a waste of your time but, despite usually being the one to keep them from stepping out of line, especially when it comes to other people, Remus turned a blind eye. With this particular scheme, he approves; he wants to be around you for longer as well. He can be quite the greedy and mischievous person himself. 

You had a shopping list that you planned on sticking to faithfully so that you don’t go over your budget for the week. However, that didn’t stop you from freely examining things that caught your eye in passing, especially when the four of you entered the snacks section. The boys have already picked out their favourite snacks and had immediately seen you looking at an assortment of chocolates, a pack of jelly, soft sweets and a box of cereal bars. 

From the silence, you notice that the boys have finished picking out their snacks and smile sheepishly at them. You quickly put back the items that briefly caught your interest and slowly led the way out of the aisle. Behind you, James takes several bags of the jelly and soft candy you picked up and put them in their cart. Sirius, followed along with putting a few boxes of the cereal bars you picked up into their cart too. And Remus nonchalantly put a larger box of the assorted chocolates you eyed up into their trolley. If you weren’t getting it, they were getting it for you and, of course, not just one packet will do. 

It wasn’t until you had finished checking out your items and were waiting for the boys to check out theirs that you noticed an additional bag that they kept separate from the rest of their shopping. 

“What’s that?” you asked as James handed over the bag. 

“Just a little something for our angel,” he grins. When you look in the bag, you gasp and turn to the three men with wide eyes, mouth agape. 

“You didn’t have to you guys,” 

“We wanted to so please accept it,” Remus assures as you smile. 

With a swell of bravery, you move forward to thank them properly with a racing heart and heated cheeks but trip over your undone laces. You yelp and don’t fall too far before James catches you in his arms, steadies you and drops down to a knee where he proceeds to tie your shoelaces up for you. 

“Careful there, love,” Sirius voices, hand on his chest to slow his panicked heart, “you had my heart ready to leap out my chest there,” he laughs good-naturedly at the flustered expression you pull. There was a silence that followed as James finished tying your shoelaces but from the corner of your eye, you witnessed Remus with an endearing smile on his lips, muttering something to himself softly, “What was that Moony?” Sirius asks, catching onto the brunette’s muttering as well. 

James stands back up and affectionately pats your head as you all tune into Remus’s contemplation, “Her little squeal,” Remus voices with a slight chuckle, “it was really cute,” he smirks at you as he rubs at his bottom lip with a finger and heat crawls up your neck. 

Sirius hums in agreement and laughs boisterously, “it was really cute, wasn’t it?” he winks at you and James presses a kiss into your temple. 

“Our cute angel,” he mutters against your skin, smirking at the heat he feels radiating from your cheeks. 

A/N : sorry that this is much shorter than the previous chapter but i thought i'd keep it short and sweet before i open up requests for this au. i also never anticipated that i would turn this into a series so i'm all out of ideas and will be working with your requests on this au from now on

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ( verse 9819 denara )  sorcerer x reader, healer x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

𖹭. you fall in love with the pretty sorceress who keeps visiting your flower shop 

oh. . . thinking of working in a flowershop and greeting each and every familiar and new face you see everyday when you open it.

you adore your job, through thick and thin.

even when those with saddened frowns came to get their flowers for lost ones. or those with big smiles who came for flowers to their new babies. some came because of married, some found someone. . .

but most times, customers simply wished to buy flowers for friends, familiy, or themselves.

you had memorised by now what people would come to get.

mrs. lilian would adore having her bouquets decorated in bluebells and white lilies and blue wisteria.

while the young mr. ulrik would enjoy his sunflowers and lady's bedstraw

you loved it. you loved the community it created.

the establishment had been passed down to you by your parents, who had raised you with loving arms. now old, but still supporting your every step and decision you make in life. it was their unconditional love that got you here.

and they certainly also were supportive of you when you had fallen for one of your new frequent customers. a woman with pitch black hair, gothic makeup and style. she was so pretty it hurt. everytime she greeted you with that soft and chiming voice you felt your heart stutter and squeeze.

you’d seen her around here for a month now. her eyes black but full of so much life. you’d get flustered when she looked into yours. your fingers fiddling with the bouquets awkwardly.

lucky was the lover who had someone like her. she composed the most lovely bouquets.

white and pink camella, pieced together with a touch of calla lilies and red chrysanthemum. and one of your own favourite bouquets she recently ordered: white clover, irises, pink roses and blue salvia.

Denara, is her name. gods. it is beautiful.

you could have sworn that even the mention of it made all of the flowers bloom in relief of her name. and whenever she walked in, you saw how the room lit up in such a way you couldn’t describe. you felt as though you walked on clouds.

“thank you so much for making all of these bouquets each and every day,” she had hummed out with that soft smile of hers. beautiful, it made you slack as you leaned against the counter. clearing your throat.

“sharing them with all around the city and helping decorate for festivals.” she continues, handing you over a small box. and with your eyes flicking down to it and looking up at her again in confusion. you stood up straight again and smiled sheepishly.

“ah uh— you don’t have to, really. it’s always been a passion of mine-” you chuckles, rubbing the back of your neck and taking in a deep breath. only for it to stutter when her hand extends out, asking for yours.

“you do not have to hold it if you do not want to, but please. take the gift.” her giggle, that giggle. your knees wobbled at the sound of it, face flaring with a newfound red heat and hue.

very slowly you take her hand. yours trembling, while her one remained still as it guided you down to the box to help you unwrap it.

“I got it for you, because it reminded me of you and your lovely presence. I would love to get to know you more.” she hums softly, watching as you neatly open the box. so carefully, it made her chuckle. look up at you fondly.

“my boyfriend—” your heart dropped, brows twitching a bit. “— he says he’d really like to get to know you too. if you would be alright with that.”

confusion hit you like a trolly, and you looked up at her with such expression too. “what?”

she smiles and nods down at the gift.

“i’ll continue. open it.”

you look back down at your hands holding the delicate, small black box. opening it slowly and gasping when you saw a pair of red tulip earrings, with goldleaf covered edges of the leaves and small teadrop shaped black jades hanging at the ends of the tulip.

“we both commissioned this for you.”

at those words you felt yourself and the way you had forgotten to breathe, a small awkward laugh leaving you as you raised an index finger up to signify you needed a moment before fainting into a chair. leaving her a confused and slightly panicked mess.

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 13

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: Depictions of kidnapped and neglected children

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

The room faced the forest surrounding Crown Castle and was bathed in pleasant sunlight filtering through the trees.

Kate: “Ellis, your room is so relaxing.”

Ellis: “I guess so. Jude clicked his tongue at me and said, ‘Ya haven’t got a single book?’”

Ellis picked me up from my wheelchair and sat me on the sofa.

The tray he placed on my lap had fried eggs and bacon on it.

Salad, white beans stewed in tomato sauce, and buttered toast are all neatly arranged beside them.

Kate: “Wow… This looks delicious.”

Ellis: “You always eat the food served at breakfast with gusto.”

Ellis: “I put a little bit of everything on the plate.”

Kate: “Thank you… I’m going to enjoy this.”

The beautiful presentation of the food made me smile and I reached for my fork.

However, while I was enjoying my breakfast, I found myself curious about the room and observed everything that came into view.

(There’s a lot of greenery… He must be good at taking care of plants.)

(It smells nice, like freshly washed laundry, just like Ellis’ shirt.)

I felt my heart beating faster and faster.

In an attempt to calm myself down, I sank my fidgety body deeper into the sofa.

(When I’m in this room, I’m starting to feel like… I can’t get up and leave the room.)

(… No way, I’m not being selfish!)

I finished my plate before the butter had fully melted onto my toast…

Kate: “Today, I think I’ll walk around the castle for rehabilitation.”

I tried to somehow shift my focus and turned my attention to the future.

But—There was no reply.

Ellis: ‘…”

Kate: “Ellis?”

Ellis: “…Ah, yeah. That’s good.”

After we put the dishes away on the tea trolly,

Ellis reached out his hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ellis: “Hold my hand when you walk. I think you’ll still be unsteady.” 1262

Kate: “…Um, thank you.”

I managed to get off the couch before I turned into melted butter--.

This time, I felt as if a part of my heart had been entangled in Ellis’ scent, warmth, and long fingertips.

This was my first time undergoing walking rehabilitation in my daily life, and I was surprised at the extent of my injury.

(The muscles in my legs that I’ve been trying not to use have become so stiff…)

I stretched a little bit, but my gait was still a bit awkward.

Still unable to let go of Ellis’ hand, I somehow managed to make it to the common room.

Roger: “Oh, so you’re starting rehabilitation already, lil’ lady? I’m impressed.”

Roger, Jude, and Harrison were all gathered in the lounge.

Ellis: “Hey, Jude. It’s unusual for you to still be at the castle this late.”

(He usually would be at the office at this time.)

Kate: “Right, is everything going okay with your job?”

Jude: “Yer all so noisy. We were just held up.”

Harrison: “I heard some strange information, so I figured I’d let you know.”

Kate: “Strange information?”

Roger: “Yes. It might be related to the kidnapping case you had been working on… At least it’s a possibility.”

I felt a sense of unease creeping up on my like smoke creeping along the ground.

Ellis: “…? Wasn’t the case solved?”

Harrison: “Indeed. Jude, Ellis, and Kate took out the gang leader who was orchestrating the kidnapping.”

Harrison: “I’ve confirmed that every single one of the low-level gang members whose lives weren’t taken are still serving their sentences in prison.”

Harrison: “—Despite this, kidnappings are still occurring.”

Part 2

Harrison: “—Despite this, kidnappings are still occurring.”

Kate: “What…?”

Roger: “The targets are mostly street children, children who have run away from home, or children who are lost.”

Roger: “There don’t appear to be any adult victims, but there have been a lot of missing children reports.”

Roger: “So, we found some kids and followed the rumors—”

Harrison: “The story goes that Jake Grace was recruiting circus performers, and the people who accepted his offer just disappeared.”

(What do you mean?)

Kate: “But the gang that was using Jake is no longer a problem, why is he still kidnapping using the same method?”

Jude: “The man bein’ used may have become the mastermind behind it.”

Kate: “What…!?”

Ellis: “So Jake ended up becoming the one carrying out the kidnappings?”

His kind smile came to mind.

Kate: “But…!”

He was the kind of person who smiles and offers flowers to a child who has fallen.

(Like Bill, he truly loves performing.)

(I thought he was someone who believed in that power.)

(I can’t believe that a person like that would willingly kidnap children…)

Harrison: “’When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth’”

Jude: “Tch… Conan Doyle fanatic.”

Harrison: “It’s a wise saying, don’t you think?”

Roger: “Anyway, we thought we should check, so you’re with Jude.”

Ellis: “…Me?”

Roger: “You have to take care of Kate, so don’t leave her alone.”

When I glanced at Ellis, he looked a little hesitant.

(It was the first mission I’ve been on since becoming the fairy tale keeper.)

(So, I don’t want to do it half-heartedly.)

(And I can’t just leave it to Jude and take a relaxing vacation.)

That’s probably especially true for Ellis, who’s known Jude for a long time.

Kate: “I can walk now. If you just hang on for another couple of days, I should be able to walk on my own. Right, Roger?”

Roger: “Well, the inflammation in the affected area has almost gone down. All that’s left is for motor function to be restored through rehabilitation.”

Kate: “Please, let me join the investigation.”

I thought for sure Jude would be upset, and sure enough, he frowned and looked annoyed.

Jude: “… If yer gonna come along, yer doin’ yer share of the work. If ya can’t keep up and ya die, that’s yer fault.”

Kate: “Yes.”

Ellis: “…Kate, I won’t let you die, so don’t worry.”

***Choices***

*** 1. Thank you +4 +4 ***

2. I don't want to be a hinderance

3. Will you protect me?

I smiled with joy knowing that Ellis always tries to make me feel at ease.

Kate: “Thank you. I’ll try my best not to drag you down.”

Ellis: “Don’t push yourself too hard. It would be terrible if you got injured again.”

Ellis: “Don’t leave my side.”

Jude: “Don’t spoil her.”

Ellis: “I didn’t?”

For the next two days, Ellis and I focused on rehabilitation, while Jude worked on gathering information.

And then—

Part 3

For the next two days, Ellis and I focused on rehabilitation, while Jude worked on gathering information.

And then— on the afternoon of the third day, Jude found out where Jake was.

The information said that Jake was staying in a house that stood alone on the outskirts of the suburbs.

“The sound of children crying was heard from inside a house that had supposedly been empty for some time.”

Yes, it was apparently a rumor among the local residents.

Ellis: “Be careful, it’s slippery in the rain.”

Kate: “Yeah, I’ll be careful. Thank you.”

I followed Ellis, who was concerned about my leg, and Jude, who kept moving forward without showing an ounce of concern.

--And there, surrounded by a lush, dilapidated garden, stood the mansion, all by itself.

(Is Jake here…?)

As we got closer, I could hear some music.

Mixed in with the slightly cracked melody that seemed to be coming from a gramophone, the sound that reached my ears was…

(It’s a child crying.)

The three of us exchanged glances and, on increased alert, approached the mansion’s door.

There were no guards nearby… As I leaned myself against the wall, I heard Jake’s voice from inside.

Looking in from the doorway, I saw—

(…Are those the kidnapped children?)

Inside the deserted mansion, a dozen children were huddled together and crying.

Skinny girl: “I want to go home…”

Dark brown-haired girl: “Where’s the fun circus?”

Hollow-eyed boy: “I told you… there’s no such thing anywhere!”

The girls began to cry loudly at the boy’s voice.

--And then, Jake appeared.

Jake: “Hey, hey, fighting is not good!”

Ellis: “…They really were there.”

Jude: “…”

(Did Jake really kidnap these children…?)

Jake: “I’m sorry, my little friends. The people who were funding us were bad people.”

Jake: “I’ve lost contact with the people I’ve worked so hard to gather.”

Jake: “So now I’m the one collecting them and taking care of everything!”

(Ngh…)

He remained as positive as ever, but when he saw the crying children, it was clear that their lives were in disarray.

Jake: “Right now, we’re barely surviving on the money that the bad people gave me before, but I’m sure I’ll be making money soon!”

Skinny girl: “How…?”

Hollow-eyed boy: “Obviously, by selling us.”

Jake: “No way! We’re going to make it ourselves! With the circus!”

Jake: “A much happier stage than going home awaits!”

Jake: “People your age have the most potential. Let’s practice together and become stars!”

Dark brown-haired girl: “No way…!”

Skinny girl: “Mom…”

Kate: “Something seems strange…”

Ellis: “Jake looks a lot thinner than the last time we saw him.”

Jude: “He racked up debt, fell into poverty, got cheated again, ‘n finally went crazy.”

(Like that…)

Jude: “I’m tellin’ ya, there’s no room for sympathy. No matter how crazy he gets.”

Jude: “There ain’t justification for kidnappin’ a kid, shacklin’ ‘em, and imprisonin’ them without food.”

Bang! Jude kicked the door open with force.

Jake jumped in surprise at the sound and turned around… and smiled brightly.

Jake: “You were from back then!”

That smile horrified me.

He had a bright expression on his face, as if he truly believed he hadn’t done anything wrong—

Part 4

Jake: “You were from back then!”

That smile horrified me.

He had a bright expression on his face, as if he truly believed he hadn’t done anything wrong—

Jake: “I was surprised when I woke up in prison.”

Jake: “Were you guys released without charge as well?”

Ellis: “…Yeah, well, about that.”

Ellis: “We came because we heard that you were doing the same thing as the as that gang.”

Jake: “Same thing as the gang?”

Jake: “No, no, that’s a misunderstanding. I’m not going to sell these children.”

Jake: “And these children were attracted by the allure of the ‘fun circus’ so they came along of their own accord!”

Jude: “…It’s over.”

Jude ignored Jake and his heavy shoes thumped against the rough wooden floor…

Hollow-eyed boy: “What are you doing?”

Jude: “…”

Without saying a word, he touched the foreheads of the children huddled together.

As the children collapsed, one after the other, I hurried over to them and gently laid their small bodies on the floor.

Jake: “Hey, what are you doing to my troupe members…?”

Jude: “It’s too noisy and too messy.”

Jude: “Even if ya make excuses, what yer doin’ is the same as the gang, kidnappin’, confinement and abuse.”

Jude: “From what ya just said, yer not plannin’ on lettin’ these guys go, are ya?”

I felt a chilling, murderous intent and my body shivered.

Jake seemed to have sensed it as he glared back at Jude with a look of agitation and caution.

Jake: “Of course! What is it with you guys… have you come to disturb our dreams?”

Ellis: “…Yeah, that’s right.”

Ellis: “If you continue to do this, it’s our job to stop you.”

Jake’s knees gave way and he stumbled back, using the wall for support.

Jake: “Aah… Aaahahaha! What, that’s what you mean!?”

Jake: “You guys were deceiving me too…!”

Kate: “…gh.”

The smile disappeared from his face.

The eye not covered by the eyepatch was shining abnormally brightly.

Jake: “I can hear it all the time…The cheers were so loud that the ground shook!”

Something was taken out of his pocket.

It looked like a poster.

And, one more thing…

(A photograph…?)

Part 5

(A photograph…?)

It was a small photograph, small enough to fit into the palm of your hand.

(Perhaps…)

--Flashback—

Bill: “I heard that about 20 years ago, he had a big hit show and became very rich, but I don’t know his name…”

--End Flashback—

(20 years ago?)

If so, it was probably taken with the latest camera of the time, but the faded landscape in the photograph is extremely blurry.

Ellis: “…Is that a poster from your big success?”

Jake: “Yes, indeed! The best show is waiting for us!”

Jake: “Where everything is perfect and everyone is happy—That’s Grace’s Circus!”

Jake: “This time, let’s create the best moment that will last forever!”

Ellis: “… I see.”

Ellis had a very sad look on his face.

He looked so sad that it made my heart ache just watching him.

(Ellis…)

Perhaps noticing the sadness in the air, the madness in Jake’s eyes began to fade.

Ellis: “���Forever’ can only be obtained at the end.”

Ellis: “You know it too… That moment will never come again.”

Jake: “No… No that’s not…”

The photo and poster fluttered down from his hands.

They were so worn and tattered that it was obvious they had been carried around with care for a long time.

Jake: “If I hadn’t been deceived, it would have continued on forever…”

Jake: “Everyone loved the circus, but they all scattered.”

Jake: “I destroyed it… but if I prepare the stage again, I’m sure it will happen again—”

Jake who had been hanging his head and pouring out his regrets onto the floor, suddenly looked up.

And then, he looked around—

Jake: “So it can’t end here!”

He quickly turned around and ran out the back door of the mansion.

(--!)

The moment I opened my eyes—I saw him fall to his knees.

Jake’s body fell at my feet, where I was standing next to the children.

(Ngh…)

A knife was stuck deep in his back.

The knife with the familiar black blade, that belonged to Ellis—

Jake: “Ugh… Guh…”

Kate: “Jake…”

I remembered him offering flowers to the girl who had fallen,

I couldn’t help but stare at the large, thin palm that was splayed out limply.

(Jake…--)

My heart filled with a sense of helplessness and tears welled up.

The obsession with the best moment of one man whose life had been ruined by malice.

His actions could certainly be considered a ‘sin’.

(But… I’m sure deep down in his heart, he had much purer feelings.)

(And, now he’s like this…)

While no one spoke, it was Ellis’ voice that broke the silence.

Ellis: “At that time, 20 years ago, when he was extremely happy…”

Ellis: “I wish I could have ended it then.”

Next Chapter | His Side Story

[m-jelly]

@kenkopanda-art <3

Shopping lists

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, fluff, being a couple, cute.

Concept: Levi goes shopping for food while you are on a call with his mother. While shopping he follows the list, but he can't help but get some extras that he knows will make you smile. He returns home to you and can't wait to show you what he's treated you and him to.

Info: Crisps = Chips in USA. Trolly = Cart in USA. Chocolate = Candy in USA sometimes. Till = Cash register in USA

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @strawberrybunny123 @levisbrat25 @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6

Levi studied the shopping list as he pushed the trolly down the aisle. He blushed at your cute handwriting and the little hearts you drew all over the place. He clenched it a little and whined in happiness as happiness filled his heart.

You and Levi normally went shopping together, but you were on a video call with his mother about some tech she was having issues with and you were talking her through it. Levi really felt your absence at his side and missed you terribly. He wanted to walk with you, hear you tell him what to get, feel your hand on his back as you rub it in reassurance.

He grabbed what you asked for and ticked it off his list as he went. He kept going and went into autopilot for a while until something clicked in his head. He stopped in the aisle dedicated to snacks. He gazed at the crisps, chocolate and sweets. He blushed when he saw things you loved and new things you would probably like to try.

Levi grabbed a few things he wanted to try with you. He knew they weren't on the list, but he couldn't help himself. Before you, Levi used to make a list and stick to it. He always followed the list and never deferred from it. However, since falling madly in love with you he just adored spoiling you. He wanted to see you smile and hear you laugh. He wanted you to feel how much he loved you.

He hurried along to the till and put everything out and thought about how you'd react to the treats. He packed everything into bags and neatly packed the boot of his car with everything. He sped home and thought only of you and his love for you and how he wanted cuddles and snacks.

He ran around the kitchen as he unpacked all the food. He made a pot of tea and put a few snacks on the tray. He hurried to you on the sofa as you smiled at Levi and carried on talking to Kuchel. He sat next to you and patiently waited for you to be free.

You smiled and waved to Kuchel. "Sure thing. Bye Kuchel! Love you."

She blew kisses to you. "Love you too. Love you, Levi!"

Levi blew his mother a kiss. "Love you, mum." He smiled at you when the call ended. "Are you free?"

You put your phone down. "I am."

Levi yanked you into his arms and squeezed you tightly. "Mine."

You hummed a laugh and snuggled into your man's arms. "Yes, I'm all yours."

He covered your face in kisses. "I missed you today. Going shopping without you is terrible! I hated it so much." He kissed you and moaned against your lips. "We'll forever be together, right?"

You nodded. "Always. I love you Levi, so I'll never ever leave you. You're just so perfect, cute, sweet, funny and just amazing."

Levi held you against him and smiled. "Mine."

You rubbed Levi's chest to soothe him. "Yes, yours. So, did shopping go well?"

"Yes. I bought everything on the list and I found other things."

You hummed a laugh as Levi got excited and grabbed the tray. You gazed at what he had as he put it on his lap. "Oow, looks nice."

He pointed at different things and told you what they were. "So, I got a collection of things you love and things you've not tried yet."

You picked up crisp and crunched. "Mm, delicious. I love these."

Levi tried them. "They're good. I'll get them again."

You hummed a laugh. "That'd be cool." You tried a few more things and noticed Levi was gazing at you the whole time with a sparkle in his eyes. "What?"

He smiled softly. "I just...I love it when you smile and laugh." He kissed your cheek and nuzzled your cheek. "You mean the world to me. You truly do. So, I want to make you happy and I'll do everything I can to achieve that."

You kissed Levi. "You always make me happy." You picked up a piece of chocolate. "Do you want to try?"

He nodded. "Yes."

You put it in your mouth and let it melt a little. You cupped Levi's face and slipped your tongue into his mouth. You both moaned together at the taste of each other and the chocolate mixing together. You kept kissing each other even after the chocolate was long gone.

He pulled back and smiled so sweetly at you. "Nice chocolate."

You hummed a laugh. "I could not give you a review of that chocolate. You tasted better."

Levi moved the tray off his lap and slid closer to you. He cupped your face and kissed you with a moan. "Mm, so do you." He rubbed your cheek and smiled. "Are you happy?"

You frowned a little. "Of course, why?"

He shrugged. "I worry. I'm glad you are happy. I just want you to be happy."

"I'm really happy. You make me happy. You make me the happiest person in the world." You held his hands and smiled. "You're my everything."

Levi whined a little. "You're mine too."

"Do you want cuddles?"

He nodded as he picked at your top. "Please."

You pulled him against your chest and lay back on the sofa. "I'm happy to cuddle you. I love cuddling you. You're so sweet." You played with his hair as you lay there together. "I'll go with you from now on to the shops. No more leaving you alone."

"Thank you." He nuzzled the crook of your neck and sighed. "Perfect."

[mrs-monaghan]

Honestly I don’t get people at all. First if all, who told anyone that guy is Jimin’s friend? Pple just assumed i guess cuz he had an old photo if them which no one knows where he got it from. Second, pple are gullible as hell. That guy basically shot himself in the foot when he answered that question the way he did. If he is a friend of Jimin’s or Jikook like some pple claim, why on earth would he answer the question of Jikook being real with “no. fake love”? Lmaoooo. Doesn’t this already show that, whoever that is is no friend of Jikook? Also, let’s assume he really is a friend of Jimin or Jikook, are these imbeciles expecting him to say “Yes Jikook is real”? That is crazy as hell. I don’t even mind that the cult is celebrating what bothers me is that some jikookers are actually bothered by it. Like really? Even if some jikookers celebrated that first picture he posted, it wasn’t because we were getting tea, it was because atleast finally we had more concrete proof that the pple under that arch were indeed Jimin and jungkook. That’s it. Nobody knows who that person is and how he is involved with jikook so pple thinking that is something to worry about gets me everytime lol. And the last pple to be celebrating anything are Taekookers. Jikook is getting debunked by a complete stranger on the internet who for all we know might be a weird person trynna start things up, while Taekook has been directly debunked by both parts of their ship multiple times. And no debunking will top seeing Tae walking hand in hand in Paris with a woman who just happens to be his girlfriend. So taekookers lurking here, this is not the drag u think it is. We would be on the same level as you the day jikook tell us to get out of our imagination, the day Jk looks disgusted at the mere idea if living with Jimin or the day Jikook or one of them is caught holding hands romantically with a woman while taking a stroll by the sea. Until then, Jikook 3- Taekook -0.

If the dude is a friend then it makes perfect sense that he didn't confirm Jikook. He could have skipped the question though but chose not to so that was very trolly of him. Also yeah, agreed. Jikookers bothered by this need to get their shit together.

Idk why we still take the vermin seriously. They ignore things and people that debunk their ship everyday. Including V himself. But the moment some guy says Jikook isn't real they can't wait to believe every word 🤡🤡

Anygays, this French article talking about Taennie

And then we have this thing that I didn't know about

[captain039]

PART 2 Giving in to the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of past trauma, family death, hurt/comfort, mates, claiming, eventual smut, lots of feels

Continuation of Craving the wild side

Summary: after leaving the Dean Winchester case you quit your job you over your as normal as you could. You woke up, helped your mum, worked on the farm but you always felt that hole.

Not knowing if he show up or not you gave up on hoping till someone came knocking.

Last part <-

You awoke to your alarm and sighed hitting the stop with a huff. Champ barked making you jump a mile and glare at him, not that he understood.

“I don’t want a heart attack dude” you muttered and Champ tilted his head.

“Good dog” you rolled your eyes as you pulled yourself out of bed. You went to the toilet then to the kitchen to grab your mum her meds. You knocked lightly on her door as you walked in and gently woke her.

“Meds mum” you said and she groaned, definitely mother like daughter.

“Give em” she huffed sitting up and yawning.

“You want breakfast?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Sleep” she grunted and you chuckled whistling for Champ.

“Hey big boy” Your mum said as Champ laid down by her and she got comfortable again.

“Go back to sleep” she commented grumpily as you left smiling.

You laid down in your bed wanting to enjoy a sleep in but it never happened so you began your day. You needed to head to the grocery store. As you waited for your mum to awake you showered and had your own breakfast before making a list. Your mum came out in her fluffy robe and sat down in her recliner sighing.

“Breakfast? You asked and she nodded.

“Tea or coffee?” You asked putting on the kettle.

“Coffee love” she said still waking up.

After you prepared her breakfast you said you were going out and headed to your car.

You headed to the shops and sighed having to deal with people wasn’t amazing.

You grabbed a trolly and went up and down the isles grabbing what you needed before heading to the check out. The cashier gave a polite greeting before realising you weren’t the chatty type. You were thankful they could tell, you didn’t like talking that much. You paid and left, packed your car and headed home.

Dean sat nervously in the car, Sam had managed to find out where you lived and offered to take him. He went instantly No thought but now he was sweating.

“Hey, relax” Sam smiled and he glared at his brother.

“This is stalking” he said and Sam laughed.

“People take serious measures to find their mates” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah well this is creepy” Dean sighed clenching his fists.

“When we get there it’ll go away” Sam stated.

“Yeah Dean muttered.

Your farm was how you described it. Family home big enough for four, 1 story, nice porch with a barn to the left and paddocks around. Dean grew nervous when he saw no cars though as Sam parked.

“She’s not home we should go” Dean quickly said and Sam huffed. The door opened though an older woman there and a big white dog by her side, Champ.

“Get out” Sam laughed and Dean huffed getting out.

“You boys lost?” The woman called.

“No Ma’am” Sam said as they walked to the balcony.

“Well what’s handsome men like you doing out here” she smirked. Just then a car pulled in and Dean glanced before his heart stopped.

You frowned seeing another car in your driveway, you weren’t expecting any delivery’s or people. You parked seeing two men on the porch and got out.

“Everything-“ you froze seeing one turn around. It was Dean, Not feral and well, clothed too, clean shaven his hair cut nicely. Champ came running up to you happily and you subconsciously let him. Dean was tense, his eyes filled with emotion you couldn’t see from here.

“Hun?” Your mum called and you snapped out of your trance.

“Huh?” You blurted before flushing. You quickly busied yourself and opened your boot to grab the shopping.

“Y/n” Dean called but you tried to ignore it for some reason. You left him why the hell would he want to see you? Your dreams still continued even after you left and they exhausted you, you figured he’d find a job and forget about you. You shot up bumping your head in the process making you whimper. You went to hold your head but a hand was already their, a worried alpha in your personal space.

“You ok?” He asked checking your head.

“No blood, you’ll get a bump though, do you have ice?” He added and you stared at him. Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to form words. You were filled with so much emotion as your eyes began to water. He smiled softly pulling your head so you went to him. You cried then, arms going around him tightly as you breathed him in. Dean held you tightly too, head in your neck, he’d finally be able to smell you. You sobbed softly muttering sorry over and over again. He shook his head pulling back before cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears.

“I’m so sorry” you cried and he hushed you pressing a soft kiss to your head. You sighed closing your eyes as he stayed their for a moment. He had tears down his cheeks also but he had a smile.

“You had too” he said and you shook your head.

“No you did” he added and you deflated.

“It helped me, I got better I swore to get better for you so you’d never have to see me like that again” he whispered and stroked your cheek.

“I had some set backs but I got out, quickly too the docs were happy with how I was going” he smiled.

“I’m on a trial run at the moment I’ve been out for a week and a bit” he explained and you felt a smile. Champ barked at you and you laughed as Dean knelt down to let Champ sus him out.

“Oh your a big boy” he said as Champ sniffed and licked.

“Dog kisses are gross” he said and Champ barked.

“Maybe some are ok” he added giving Champ lots of pets. You laughed lightly wiping your eyes as you looked to your mum and the other man who you assumed was Sam. Your mum had a warm smile as did Sam, he looked proud and happy. Dean stood wiping his face as you laughed again which made him smile.

“I have to get the frozen stuff in” you said referring to the shopping.

“Course” Dean said grabbing some bags. You smiled lightly as you grabbed the rest and headed to the door.

“Come in” you said to Sam who followed behind. Your mum sat down while you and Dean put the shopping on the counter. You opened the fridge and turned seeing Dean already unpacking. He handed you the frozen stuff before you left the rest.

“Have a seat anywhere” you said as Sam and Dean sat.

“Uh drink?” You asked.

“No thank you” Sam smiled.

“I’m ok” Dean nodded.

“Got mine” your mum said holding up her cup.

“Ok” you said sitting down awkwardly.

“Geez introduce me at least” your mum huffed.

“Yes right sorry um” Sam chuckled lightly.

“Mum this is- this is Dean my-“ you faltered glancing to him as he smiled warmly.

“Mate” Dean finished.

“Dean in the flesh” your mum said smiling.

“My brother Sam” Dean said as Sam gave a little wave.

“Ilene” your mum said. You nodded hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

“I uh-“ you gulped nerves on edge. You tried to gather your thoughts but you were over whelmed.

“Im sorry to show up like this” Dean said his calming pheromones reaching your nose.

“No, no it’s fine I’m-“ you stuttered a bit.

“She’s processing” your mum gave you a comforting smile and you nodded.

“I would’ve messaged you before hand, I don’t have your number though” Dean added.

“It’s ok” you said.

“How’s it going?” You said awkwardly.

“Sam let me show you the farm” Your mum said suddenly.

“Mum-“ you frowned getting up to help her.

“Oh shut up, I’m not that old yet” she huffed and you gave a worried look.

“Talk” she whispered holding your hands.

“Just talk” she smiled slowly walking outside with Sam.

“My mum-“ you stopped.

“She’s sick” Dean said and you nodded.

“I can sense it” Dean said and you nodded. Anytime someone got terminally ill their scents would change, their normal scent with something wrong and dull, just a reminder. You sat down again by Dean avoiding eye contact.

“Im sorry” you said feeling tears again and Dean shuffled and held your hand.

“Why?” He asked.

“Everything I did” you sighed wiping your eyes with your free hand.

“You didn’t do anything” he smiled.

“What, what happened when I left?” You muttered and he tensed a little.

“I was in a feral state for weeks, I didn’t snap out of it I was avoiding my emotions my feelings, then one day I crawled out of that hole, I swore to myself I’d see you and be normal when I did, I did everything they said, I took my lessons everyday, my medication every day and it got easier, it felt real like I was going somewhere” he smiled.

“I was allowed to call Sam within my last month, we talked an hour a day before I was finally released. To see him all grown up, successful, a mate and a big house. I was so happy I got him out” he added as you clenched his hand.

“I stayed at his house in their spare room, one of their spare rooms” he chuckled.

“I got a phone, an ID, credit card, I learned how to use my phone better. I downloaded Facebook and looked you up” he admitted a tinge on his cheeks.

“Why didn’t you send me a request?” You asked chuckling.

“I was worried about stalking” he blushed and you laughed softly.

“It’s stalking when you don’t send a friend request” you teased and he huffed.

“Sam finally found you somehow I don’t know he won’t tell me” Dean huffed.

“He’s a lawyer isn’t he?” You asked and he nodded.

“Some big time one” Dean chuckled.

“I was so nervous the whole way here, seeing you for the first time in months, I almost didn’t come” he sighed softly.

“I’m happy I did though” he smiled looking to you. You kept his gaze admiring his green forest eyes.

“I never stopped dreaming about you” he chuckled embarrassed.

“Neither” you muttered and he frowned lightly.

“I googled it actually” you chuckled.

“Mates once they meet, have dreams about each while away from one another, like a mind connection thing, I don’t know, doctors can’t explain it” you shrugged.

“But you’re here now” you whispered and he smiled.

“I’m here now”

Next part ->

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[mlmxreader]

Anthem for Doomed Youth | Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Gaz

19 "It's hard to be kind, in a world like this"

98 "You'll always have me" ❞

: ̗̀➛ War doesn't discriminate, it will take everything from everyone.

: ̗̀➛ vomit/vomiting, alcohol consumption, smoking, swearing, MCD/Major Character Death, blood

↳ @mockerycrow @seigwaidau

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

Back when you and Gaz were older, you had so many dreams and so much time in the world that you didn't know what to do with it; when you were younger, you would spend hours in the local park with little to do except drink and smoke and talk.

Tobacco, papers, Rizlas and lighters scattered between you; a bottle of Oasis emptied out and filled with lager, an emptied Fanta bottle filled with tequila resting on the grass. You used to sit there for hours, your phone blasting out the likes of Rizzle Kicks and Girls Aloud as well as Slipknot and System Of A Down; singing along loudly as the alcohol worked its way through your systems.

You seemed to have all the time in the world, back then; all the ambition and determination, all the drive and want. It never seemed to end. Summers seemed to last forever, even when he was on his hands and knees throwing up baked beans as you rubbed his back.

"Ooh, you had beans for tea!" You would coo, vision blurry as you grew dizzy from intoxicated laughter. "Did you have toast, in all?"

Summer seemed to last forever. The hot breeze mixed with the gentle dark skies of the night. Running up and down the main road in the middle of the night in the village and laughing together.

Pushing each other down hills in stolen shopping trollies until you inevitably crashed into something; the trollies always seemed to come from Asda, despite the Tesco being much closer. Spending hours sat around the kitchen table drinking tea and talking and laughing until his mother kicked you out.

You seemed to have all the time in the world. Sitting in his bedroom and watching Peaky Blinders for hours until you fell asleep next to each other - only to wake up and find that his mother had draped you both in a blanket. Summer seemed to last forever.

But you and Gaz had always been doomed, really. It was obvious. When he joined the military, you followed suit, and when he joined the SAS, you followed. Wherever Gaz went, you were soon to follow; the two working class kids from the small village became the highly trained soldiers in the special forces that could hardly even remember the village anymore.

But the sound of 'Elvis Ain't Dead' by Scouting For Girls on the radio still took you back there; belting out the lyrics in the park whilst drunk and smoking. Back when summer seemed to last forever. Back when you had all the time in the world.

Back when his gaze wasn't vacant and miles away, and when your gaze wasn't hollow and empty and unfocused.

Back when his hands didn't shake at the sound of sudden loud noises, and when you didn't flinch along with him.

Back when the smell of pineapple and pepper meant nothing, instead of chasing you both up trees with cloths on your faces.

Back when you weren't cradling him in your arms as you felt his breathing become shallow and forced; back when you couldn't feel your own blood seeping from your stomach.

"It's hard to be kind, in a world like this," you rasped out, watching the light slowly fade from his eyes. "But I'm glad we've always been together."

Gaz nodded weakly, swallowing thickly as he gathered as much strength as he could. "You'll always have me... and we'll always have... What I Go To School For..."

The song by Busted.

The song that you and Gaz always played when he was home alone and invited you over. You would scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs as you poured pints of rum and whisky, drinking and drinking until you fell asleep together after settling down to watch a film.

You could still remember the disgusting chocolate cake that you had attempted to make together and had resulted in a fucking crime against food. You and Gaz were always doomed, though. He wouldn't live to see the age of thirty, and neither would you. Doomed youth, food for the gun.

Food for a war that never stopped eating; a greedy dog, it would chew up everything in sight. Two youthful soldiers meant nothing to it. You fell by his side, still clinging onto him as you coughed and spluttered; with the strength that he had left, Gaz gripped your hand as it laid on his chest, taking one final look at you before he closed his eyes.

You fell by his side, and that's where you died, clinging like kids to each other. You should have known that you would always be doomed; you were both doomed to die the second that the military became an option for a career.

Your youth was doomed, your hearts were doomed from the beginning. War took everything from everyone, and never discriminated. You and Gaz were just two of millions. His mother wouldn't even know where your bodies were. Nobody would.

Your final words, a whispered cry for his mother to come and get you both like she always did, had left your lips seconds before you fell - completely unheard.

You were the doomed youth.

[kesr]

[tr0llskog]

trolly what tea did you buy 👀

Just a tiny little bag of Assam tea, as well as some wild cherry (black), almond (black), and sencha

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hey Jwb, how are you doing? Recently I was watching lavanya desi track and felt that Raizada's were making khushi over work unapologetically when there were whole lot of servants around they make her do all the household chores that's ain't part of the deal which is quiet unfair ,Also when lavanya was leaving rm khushi was the one carrying La's trolly as there are none to helpout.I'm not judging her helpfulness but what exactly does the writers want to portray khushi as?That she's gonna make it as bahu Or something?I also want to know when khushi was thrown out from rm by Arnav in brutal way Why did Anjali never told him about how ruthlessly she brought the 15 days contract thing to bring khushi to rm? But made the entire thing about brother sister bonding the next day?

Hi Anon,

Khushi was paid to teach 'traditional' Lucknowi etiquettes to Lavanya and to be honest a lot of traditionalism is rooted to patriarchy. Serving tea for the family, always ready to be of service for the husband's family, take everyone's permission to be doing something, etc.

And the irony is Arnav despises it, he believes he is perfectly capable of helping himself in a meal (he doesn't object if Anjali is serving food to him or feeding him out of love), he believes he's responsible for his clothing as any person should and he doesn't want anyone to stay hungry for him (as it's rooted in patriarchy to not eat unless the husband eats) and he definitely hates it when Lavanya takes his 'permission' to go to a party - Arnav is a liberal, all of these traditional etiquettes that Khushi is supposed to be teaching Lavanya is nothing but misogyny, deep rooted patriarchy and nothing of common sense.

(He probably watched his mother slave away for an ungrateful husband as well).

Now coming to Khushi taking Lavanya's luggage - this is a different dynamic. Ironically the closest person to Lavanaya in the household is Khushi and Khushi is Lavanya's only family in the house. She takes Lavanya's luggage as a right of a best-friend and almost sister (that's why she packs Payal's bags later in the show during Payal's marriage). There's something very wholesome and genuine in this.

Oh ugh, I hated that scene as well. Anjali manipulated Khushi! But Khushi was upset, after being thoroughly insulted by Arnav, that how dare Arnav insult his own sister?

It's one of the things that didn't just sit right with me. It could've been an easy fix - that Anjali could've been ashamed and decided to give Khushi a job elsewhere because this is indeed very shameful, but Khushi decides to take the job because she has no other option out of financial instability.

Khushi should've remained bitter with Anjali until Anjali would literally be a wall in front of Khushi to Arnav.

If Anjali slapped Arnav for calling Khushi a 'gold digger' and telling him that she brought Khushi to the house, she misused Khushi's financial condition as a desperate means to see some hope in this family but she is wrong because regardless Arnav has proved that she has failed as a person and is a stark reminder that their mother doesn't exist at all.

And if Arnav retaliated that yes, their mother doesn't exist so Anjali should stop trying to be one because she's forgetting she lives in Arnav's house- oof.

Now that would immediately earn Anjali's reputation in Khushi's eyes and understanding to Khushi just how broken this family unit is and the extent Anjali would go to bandaid this family together.

And it would explain why the next day would be of Arnav apologizing to his sister because he crossed all boundaries with his sister because she defended Khushi.

Best,

JWB

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[spikrock]

i just took my ap euro exam and then i walked to the store and they finally had peace teas so i got a peace tea and some trolli gummies and now im about to have the best most pathetic friday night possible (sitting in a dark room playing video game and eating candy)