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Chapter 5.

The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. For the first time in what felt like forever, waking up was a pleasure rather than a chore. The memory of Nanami’s lips pressed against mine ignited a warmth in my chest that refused to fade. It was intoxicating, that kiss—heated, tender, and laced with promises of something deeper.

Stretching lazily, I slipped out of bed, humming softly to myself. It wasn’t long before I was busy in the kitchen, determined to make breakfast for him. Nanami deserved the best, and I intended to deliver.

I worked with precision, the scent of cinnamon and butter filling the air as I dipped slices of bread into the egg mixture for French toast. Bacon sizzled in the pan, its crispy edges curling up perfectly. The scrambled eggs were fluffy and seasoned just right, and the pull-apart biscuits, golden brown, were the finishing touch. To add a refreshing element, I washed a handful of green grapes, placing them delicately in a separate container.

With everything prepared, I packed it neatly into a container, ensuring it would stay warm until Nanami came to pick it up later. Smiling to myself, I couldn’t help but imagine his reaction.

“You’re spoiling me,” he’d probably say with that small, rare smile of his.

Satisfied, I cleaned up quickly and got ready for work. My flower shop was a short walk from home, a cozy little place tucked away on a quiet street. It was my sanctuary, a place filled with the vibrant colors and sweet scents of nature.

As I unlocked the door, I was greeted by several boxes stacked neatly outside. The flowers I had ordered had finally arrived. Last week had been overwhelming, with demanding customers nearly clearing out my stock. But I loved the rush.

The bell above the door jingled softly as I stepped inside, inhaling the familiar mix of lavender, roses, and eucalyptus. After a quick inspection of the boxes, I began unpacking. Stems of hydrangeas, sunflowers, tulips, and lilies greeted me, their vibrant hues lifting my spirits even further.

The morning passed in a steady rhythm of arranging bouquets, ringing up customers, and tidying up. Business was brisk, but manageable. It felt good to be busy, though every now and then, my thoughts drifted back to Nanami.

I missed him.

He had a quiet, commanding presence that made the world feel less chaotic. His visits to the shop were always a highlight of my day. He’d linger near the counter, watching me with those deep, thoughtful eyes as I worked. Sometimes he’d bring me coffee or a small snack, little gestures that warmed my heart.

The container holding his breakfast sat behind the counter, a reminder of him. I found myself glancing at it every so often, imagining him walking through the door.

As the clock inched closer to the afternoon, the rush began to taper off. I was arranging a bouquet of white lilies and eucalyptus for a customer when the familiar sound of the bell above the door made me look up.

And there he was.

Nanami stood in the doorway, his tie slightly loosened, his hair just a bit disheveled from a long day at work. He carried himself with his usual composed demeanor, but his eyes softened the moment they met mine.

“Hi,” I said, unable to hide the smile spreading across my face.

“Hello,” he replied, stepping inside and glancing around at the shop. “Busy day?”

“Not too bad,” I said, setting the bouquet aside and wiping my hands on my apron. “Your timing is perfect. I made you breakfast.”

His brows lifted slightly, a rare expression of surprise. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.”

I retrieved the container from behind the counter and handed it to him. His fingers brushed against mine as he took it, a spark passing between us that made my pulse quicken.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on me.

“It’s nothing,” I murmured, feeling a bit self-conscious under his steady stare.

He glanced down at the container, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You spoil me.”

“I try.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us was charged, filled with unspoken words and growing feelings. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Are you free this evening?” he asked.

I blinked, surprised. “I think so. Why?”

“I’d like to take you out,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “Properly.”

My heart skipped a beat. “I’d like that.”

The shop bustled with quiet activity as I moved between tasks, my heart light and my mind buzzing with excitement. Tonight was going to be special—I could feel it. Nanami was taking me out on a date, a proper date, and the mere thought of it made me giddy.

I glanced over to where he sat at the corner of the counter, his tie now fully loosened, the container of breakfast I’d made open before him. He was eating slowly, savoring each bite.

“This is amazing,” he said, his voice carrying that steady, soothing tone I loved so much.

“Thank you,” I said, glancing at him with a smile. “I was worried it might’ve gotten cold.”

“It’s perfect,” he assured me, gesturing with his fork. “The French toast is just the right amount of sweet, the eggs are fluffy, and the bacon—crispy, exactly how I like it. You’ve outdone yourself.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head as I rearranged some vases. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not,” he countered, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes were warm, sincere. “You’re incredible.”

Heat rose to my cheeks, and I had to look away, pretending to fuss over a bouquet of sunflowers. “You’re really laying it on thick today, Nanami.”

“Only because it’s true,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “You should hear it more often.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, though his words had me glowing inside. He was relentless, sprinkling compliments here and there as he finished his meal. By the time he was done, I was sure he was trying to hypnotize me or something.

“Thank you for the breakfast,” he said, closing the container and setting it aside. “Now, what can I help you with?”

I blinked. “Help me with?”

“You’re still working,” he said simply, gesturing to the flower arrangements and the lingering boxes. “Let me help you tidy up.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that,” I said quickly, waving him off. “You’re my guest.”

He gave me a look, one of those patient yet unyielding stares that made it clear he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Nana—”

“I insist,” he said firmly, standing up and rolling his sleeves.

Before I could protest further, he was already moving a box to the back room. I sighed, shaking my head but smiling all the same.

“Fine,” I relented. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Cleaning a flower shop is no joke.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, his tone laced with amusement.

To lighten the mood, I grabbed my phone and connected it to the shop’s small speaker, putting on an upbeat playlist. The familiar rhythm of one of my favorite songs filled the room, and I started to hum along as I worked.

Nanami and I settled into a comfortable rhythm, organizing stems, wiping down counters, and sweeping up stray petals. Every now and then, I’d catch him glancing at me, a soft smile on his face.

At one point, the music took over, and I couldn’t help but sway to the beat as I arranged a vase of lilies.

“You’re enjoying yourself,” he remarked, his tone teasing.

“Guilty,” I said with a grin. “Music makes everything better.”

To my surprise, he chuckled, his usually stoic demeanor softening further. “Then I should dance too, shouldn’t I?”

“You? Dance?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He gave me a look before stepping closer, his hands resting lightly on my waist. “Teach me.”

I laughed, placing my hands on his shoulders. “It’s not that hard. Just follow my lead.”

We swayed together, his movements a little stiff at first, but he quickly got the hang of it. The moment felt light and carefree, a stark contrast to the usual seriousness of our days.

Soon, the dancing turned into playful spins and dips, laughter echoing through the shop. And then, somewhere between a twirl and a laugh, he pulled me close, wrapping me in a firm embrace.

The hug lingered, his warmth seeping into me. I tilted my head up to look at him, and he leaned down, pressing a soft peck to my lips.

The first one was gentle, almost tentative. Then came another, and another, each kiss growing deeper and more needy. My heart raced, and I clung to him, feeling a thrill rush through me every time his lips met mine.

“Nanami,” I murmured, breathless, “we’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“We are,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice before stealing another kiss.

The rest of our cleaning time was punctuated with stolen kisses and lingering touches, each one making me more excited for the evening ahead.

As we finished tidying up, I couldn’t help but ask, “So… where are you taking me tonight?”

He smirked, his expression a mix of mystery and affection. “You’ll see.”

“Nanami,” I pressed, pouting a little.

“You’ll like it,” he promised, his fingers brushing against mine. “Just trust me.”

And with the way he looked at me, it was impossible not to.

The cleaning was nearly done, the shop looking as squeaky clean as ever. The boxes were unpacked, flowers were arranged, and the counters sparkled under the soft lighting. I wiped my hands on my apron, feeling accomplished and thankful for Nanami’s help. He was leaning on the broom, watching me with that same warm gaze he always seemed to reserve just for me.

“You really didn’t have to help,” I said, shaking my head with a smile. “But I appreciate it.”

“I told you I wanted to,” he replied, his tone calm but firm. “Besides, it’s not every day I get to see you so relaxed.”

I laughed softly, setting down the spray bottle I’d been using. “I think you bring it out in me.”

His lips curved into a faint smile, one of those rare, genuine ones that made my heart skip. He glanced down for a moment, before looking back at me.

“I brought you something,” he said suddenly, his voice tinged with a hint of mystery.

I blinked, curiosity immediately piqued. “You… brought me something? For the date?”

He nodded.

“What is it?” I pressed, stepping closer.

“You’ll see it when you get home,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

“Home?” I tilted my head, confused. “What do you mean?”

His chuckle was soft, warm, and it sent a flutter through my chest. “You’ll see,” he repeated, as if enjoying my growing curiosity.

Before I could push him further, he set the broom aside and reached for my hand, pulling me gently toward him. The world seemed to slow as he brought my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles.

“You’ve been on my mind since last night,” he said, his voice a quiet murmur that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

My breath caught, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the shop’s heater. His eyes held mine, deep and unyielding, as if he wanted me to truly hear the words he was saying.

“You’re perfect,” he continued, his free hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. “You deserve everything good, everything beautiful in this world.”

I tried to speak, to protest that I wasn’t perfect, but the intensity in his gaze left me speechless.

“You deserve someone who loves you,” he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek.

The sincerity in his words, the quiet conviction behind them, made my heart ache in the best way. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead, the gesture so intimate and sweet it left me reeling.

“Nanami…” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling slightly.

His lips quirked up in a soft smile before he straightened, still holding my hand. “I should go,” he said reluctantly, though his eyes lingered on me as if he didn’t want to leave.

I nodded, though the thought of him leaving left an ache in my chest.

He stepped toward the door, pausing just before he opened it. Turning back to me, he closed the distance in two strides, his hands cupping my face as he pulled me into one final, breathtaking kiss.

This one was different from the others—not rushed or playful, but meaningful, and lingering, as if he were pouring all his feelings into it. My hands clung to his shirt, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me.

When he pulled back, I was left in a lovestruck daze, my lips tingling and my heart racing.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said softly, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer before he turned and walked out the door.

The bell jingled softly in his wake, and I stood there for a moment, trying to collect myself. My thoughts were a whirlwind, my emotions a tangled mix of excitement, anticipation, and longing.

It took me a good five minutes to snap out of it and finish the last bit of tidying up. As I locked up the shop and headed to my apartment, my mind was entirely focused on him—and on whatever surprise he had waiting for me.

The evening sun had set, painting the sky in soft hues of indigo and gold as I made my way up the hallway to my apartment door. My mind was still replaying every moment from earlier in the day—Nanami’s words, his touch, his kiss. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached for my keys, ready to unlock the door.

But I froze in my tracks.

Sitting in front of my door was a box—sleek and elegant, tied with a large, silky wine-red bow that shimmered faintly under the hallway light. Beside it was a gift bag, equally luxurious in appearance, its handles made of thick cord and the bag itself embossed with delicate golden designs.

My heart skipped a beat. Nanami.

I crouched down, running my fingers lightly over the bow, almost afraid to disturb the perfect presentation. My curiosity got the better of me, and I scooped up both the box and the bag, fumbling slightly with my keys as I opened the door.

Once inside, I set everything down on the table, my hands trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation. The box seemed to hypnotize me, so I started there.

Carefully, I untied the bow, the silk sliding smoothly through my fingers, and lifted the lid. The sight inside made my jaw drop.

A fitted dress of deep wine red lay neatly folded, its fabric shimmering faintly under the light. It was stunning—elegant yet bold, the kind of dress that turned heads and left lasting impressions. Beside it was a fluffy black jacket, its texture so soft and inviting that I couldn’t resist running my fingers over it. Nestled at the bottom of the box was a pair of red-bottom heels, their glossy finish catching the light in a way that felt almost magical.

I was breathless.

Still reeling, I turned to the gift bag, my hands shaking slightly as I pulled out a smaller velvet box. Opening it revealed jewelry—delicate but undoubtedly expensive. A pair of sparkling earrings, a matching necklace with a teardrop-shaped pendant, and a slim bracelet that gleamed as though it had been crafted from starlight.

My first instinct was to look for a price tag, but of course, there wasn’t one.

“This is too much,” I whispered to myself, already fumbling for my phone.

Nanami’s number was saved in my contacts as something simple—just his name—but the man himself was anything but. I hit call, bringing the phone to my ear as I paced my apartment.

He answered on the second ring, his voice calm and unmistakably amused. “I was expecting this call.”

“Nanami,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What is all of this?”

“It’s for you,” he said simply, his tone betraying just a hint of satisfaction.

“This is… no, this is way too much,” I said, my words tumbling out in a rush. “The dress, the shoes, the jacket, the jewelry—Nanami, I can’t accept this.”

“You can,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “And you will. Everything is yours to keep.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted gently. “You deserve it.”

I opened my mouth to protest again, but he cut me off with a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry so much. Just get ready. I’ll see you soon.”

Before I could respond, the line went dead. I stared at my phone, dumbfounded and flustered.

With a sigh, I set it down and turned back to the table, my gaze falling once more on the dress. It was beautiful—almost too beautiful to wear. But tonight was special, and if Nanami thought I deserved it, maybe I should try to believe it too.

I glanced at the clock. He’d told me to be ready by a specific time, and if I didn’t start now, I’d be late.

The next hour was a whirlwind of activity. I showered quickly, the hot water calming my nerves. Afterward, I stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opted for a classic look—soft eyeshadow with a touch of shimmer, a sharp winged liner, and a bold red lip to match the dress.

Next came my hair. I styled it in loose waves, letting it cascade over my shoulders in a way that felt effortless yet elegant.

Finally, it was time for the dress. I slipped it on, the fabric hugging my curves perfectly, as though it had been made just for me. The jacket added a touch of sophistication, and the heels—though intimidating at first—completed the look beautifully.

The jewelry was a nice touch. I clasped the necklace around my neck, the pendant resting just above my collarbone. The earrings sparkled as they caught the light, and the bracelet added a subtle elegance to my wrist.

As a final touch, I reached for a bottle of perfume that had been sitting on my dresser for months. It was my favorite scent, but I rarely wore it—it was too precious, too expensive to use casually. But tonight felt like the right occasion.

I dabbed it lightly on my wrists and behind my ears, the floral and musky notes wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

When I was done, I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. For a moment, I hardly recognized the woman staring back. She looked confident, radiant, and ready for whatever the night had in store.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. My heart leapt, knowing it was Nanami.

I grabbed my clutch and took a deep breath before opening the door.

And there he stood, dressed handsomely in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. His tie was the same shade of wine red as my dress, a subtle detail that didn’t go unnoticed. He looked at me with an expression I could only describe as awe, his gaze sweeping over me slowly, appreciatively.

“You look stunning,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

“Thank you,” I said softly, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “You look amazing too.”

He offered me his arm, and I took it, stepping out into the cool evening air.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine.

“Ready,” I said, my excitement bubbling over as we walked toward the car.

Nanami opened the car door for me with practiced ease, his movements smooth and confident. The car itself was pristine—sleek and black with an understated elegance that perfectly matched him. As I stepped inside, I noticed the faint scent of leather and his cologne, a scent that was becoming all too familiar and comforting.

Once I was settled, he closed the door gently before walking around to the driver’s side. When he slid into the seat beside me, his presence filled the small space effortlessly.

“Comfortable?” he asked, glancing over at me as he started the engine.

I nodded, my fingers smoothing over the hem of my dress. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiled, the corner of his mouth tugging upward ever so slightly as he pulled away from the curb.

The city lights sparkled like stars as we drove through the streets. I tried to guess where he was taking me, but the route didn’t look familiar. Instead of heading toward the bustling downtown area, we seemed to be veering into quieter, more upscale neighborhoods.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” I asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

He chuckled softly, his eyes remaining on the road. “Not yet. I want it to be a surprise.”

I huffed playfully, crossing my arms but unable to keep the smile off my face. The mystery was exciting, even if it made me a little impatient.

After a few more minutes, we pulled into a private driveway, the car coming to a smooth stop in front of what looked like a modern estate. The building was breathtaking, all clean lines and large windows that glowed warmly from within.

“Nanami…” I began, turning to him in surprise. “What is this place?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a small smile, already stepping out of the car.

Before I could even reach for the door handle, he was there, opening it for me and offering his hand to help me out. His touch was firm yet gentle, grounding me as I stepped onto the cobblestone path.

He led me up the short staircase and through the front door, which opened into an expansive dining room. A single table was set in the center, draped in crisp white linens and adorned with a simple yet elegant centerpiece of roses and eucalyptus.

Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room in a golden glow, and the faint hum of instrumental music played in the background.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I took in the scene.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said, his gaze warm as he pulled out a chair for me.

I sat down, smoothing my dress as he took his place across from me.

A waiter appeared as if on cue, dressed sharply in black and white. He greeted us with a polite nod and handed us menus, though it seemed more ceremonial than anything. Nanami had clearly planned everything down to the smallest detail.

As the waiter poured water into our glasses, I couldn’t help but glance at Nanami. He seemed so composed, so effortlessly confident, yet his attention never wavered from me.

“Did you plan all of this?” I asked, unable to hide the awe in my voice.

“I wanted to make tonight special,” he said simply, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Special is an understatement,” I said, shaking my head slightly. “This is… incredible.”

He smiled softly, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.

The evening unfolded like a dream. Each course was a masterpiece, from the delicate appetizer of seared scallops to the main course of perfectly cooked filet mignon paired with a rich red wine. Nanami had thought of everything, even ensuring there was a vegetarian option in case I preferred it.

Between bites, we talked—about work, about life, and about the little things that made us who we were. He listened intently, his focus solely on me, and I found myself opening up in ways I hadn’t expected.

“You have a way of making me feel at ease,” I admitted at one point, twirling the stem of my wine glass between my fingers.

“Good,” he said, his voice steady. “That’s how it should be.”

By the time dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate soufflé paired with a dollop of vanilla bean ice cream—I was thoroughly enchanted.

But the best part of the night wasn’t the food or the ambiance. It was the way Nanami made me feel—cherished, seen, and utterly adored.

As the night drew to a close, he reached across the table, his hand brushing against mine.

“Shall we?” he asked, his tone soft yet inviting.

I nodded, letting him help me to my feet.

He guided me outside, where the night air was crisp but not too cold, thanks to the jacket he’d gifted me. The stars above seemed brighter than usual, and the world felt quieter, as though it belonged only to us.

“Thank you for tonight,” I said as we reached the car. “I don’t even have the words to describe how much it means to me.”

“You don’t have to,” he said, turning to face me. “Just knowing you’re happy is enough.”

The sincerity in his voice made my heart swell.

Before I could respond, he stepped closer, his hands resting lightly on my waist. His eyes searched mine for a moment, and then he leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate.

I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his chest as the world around us seemed to fade away.

When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless, my cheeks warm despite the cool night air.

“I don’t want this night to end,” I admitted softly, my fingers toying with the lapel of his suit.

“Neither do I,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “But it doesn’t have to. Not really.”

I looked up at him, my heart skipping at the weight of his words.

“Let me take you home,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek. “We’ll have plenty of nights like this. I promise.”

And with that, he opened the car door for me once more, his touch lingering as I stepped inside.

The drive back was quiet, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that felt heavy or uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes, a shared understanding that didn’t need words.

When we reached my apartment, he walked me to my door, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back.

“Thank you again,” I said as I turned to face him. “For everything.”

“You’re worth it,” he said simply, his gaze holding mine.

With one final kiss, he left me standing there, my heart full and my mind spinning with thoughts of him.

As I stepped inside, the scent of his cologne still lingering in the air, I couldn’t help but smile. Tonight had been perfect, and somehow, I knew it was only the beginning.

NANAMI:

The drive home was quiet. Too quiet.

Nanami tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his thoughts tangled and loud in a way they hadn’t been in years. He glanced at the passenger seat where you had been sitting just moments ago, your perfume lingering faintly in the air. It was a delicate scent—floral, warm, and entirely you. It brought him a small measure of comfort, but it also reminded him of the whirlwind of emotions that had been building inside him ever since he met you.

He exhaled sharply, leaning back into his seat as he navigated the familiar streets. His chest felt tight, and he couldn’t quite place why. Tonight had been perfect. You were perfect.

But that word—perfect—was where the trouble began.

Nanami didn’t like to rush things. He didn’t believe in making promises he couldn’t keep or letting emotions overtake reason. That’s how he’d always lived his life: steady, disciplined, and controlled. But you… you had a way of undoing all of that.

He could still picture the way you looked tonight, standing in your doorway in that wine-red dress. The way your eyes lit up when you saw him, the way your smile could melt away the weight of the world. It was maddening, the effect you had on him. Maddening and intoxicating.

And it terrified him.

Because every time he thought of you, every time he held your hand or kissed you, he felt himself falling further and further.

“Falling.”

The word itself made him clench his jaw.

He didn’t want to use that word—not yet. Not because he didn’t care about you. He did. He cared deeply. He appreciated you, admired you, and found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn’t fully articulate. You were intelligent, kind, resilient—everything he respected in a person. And more than that, you understood him in ways he wasn’t used to being understood.

But the idea of love? Of saying the word aloud? It felt foreign, like it didn’t belong to him anymore.

He sighed, turning into his driveway and cutting the engine. The house was dark and quiet, as it always was, but tonight it felt lonelier than usual.

Nanami sat there for a moment, his hands resting on his thighs as he stared out at the empty street. His mind replayed every moment of the night—your laugh, the way you looked at him, the softness of your lips against his.

His heart ached in a way that was unfamiliar, and that was the problem.

He didn’t know how to navigate this.

He wanted to be close to you. He wanted to stand beside you, to protect you, to see you thrive and be happy. He wanted to learn every detail about you—the things that made you laugh, the things that made you cry, and everything in between.

But he wasn’t ready to call it love.

The word felt too big, too heavy, too final. Love wasn’t something he could say lightly, and the thought of saying it too soon—of rushing into something he wasn’t ready for—terrified him almost as much as the thought of losing you.

He didn’t want to hurt you. That was the last thing he ever wanted.

Nanami sat in his car a little longer than he should have, his hands still gripping the steering wheel even though the engine had long since been turned off. His house loomed before him, silent and still, as if reflecting the unease that had taken root in his chest.

The night had been perfect—too perfect, if he was being honest with himself. It had been the kind of evening that should leave him feeling content, yet all he could think about was the weight in his chest.

He had planned everything meticulously. The private dining space, the courses, the wine, even the ambient lighting—he wanted you to feel special, to feel cherished. And by the way your eyes lit up throughout the night, by the way you smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at you, he knew he’d succeeded.

But now, sitting alone in the stillness of his car, he wasn’t so sure.

He ran a hand over his face and sighed, his fingers brushing the roughness of his jawline. He wasn’t a man prone to overthinking, but when it came to you, he couldn’t seem to stop. You occupied his thoughts in ways that were both exhilarating and unsettling, leaving him unmoored in a way he hadn’t been in years.

Nanami closed his eyes, resting his head against the seat. He could still picture you standing in your doorway earlier that night, wearing that wine-red dress and the faintest hint of nervousness. You had looked stunning, and when you smiled at him, it was like the rest of the world had melted away.

But then there was the kiss.

He hadn’t planned to kiss you—not like that. It had been an impulse, driven by something he couldn’t quite name. And when your lips had met his, soft and warm and inviting, he had felt something inside him unravel.

It scared him.

Not because he didn’t care about you—he did. He cared more than he had expected to, more than he should have so soon. But that was the problem.

It was too soon.

Nanami had always been a man of measured steps. He liked plans, predictability, and stability. But you… you had thrown all of that out the window.

For the first time in years, he found himself unsure of his footing.

He didn’t like that word—love. It felt too big, too final, too… risky. Love wasn’t something you threw around lightly; it was something you built carefully, brick by brick. And yet, every time he was with you, every time you looked at him with those eyes so full of warmth and trust, he felt the foundation beneath him shifting.

It wasn’t fair.

You deserved someone who could meet you where you were, someone who didn’t feel like their chest was caving in every time they thought about what you might want from them.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if to clear the thought.

You hadn’t asked for anything—not once. You hadn’t pressured him, hadn’t expected declarations or grand promises. All you had done was give, in your own quiet, unassuming way. The breakfast you’d made him earlier that day was proof of that—thoughtful, warm, and utterly you.

And yet here he was, sitting in his car like a coward, afraid of a word he couldn’t bring himself to say.

With a frustrated sigh, Nanami pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool night air. The house felt empty as he entered, the silence almost mocking. He dropped his keys onto the counter and poured himself a glass of water, the rhythmic sound of the faucet the only thing breaking the stillness.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and his heart leapt before he even realized it.

It was just a notification from the news app.

Nanami huffed out a laugh, bitter and low, at his own foolishness. What had he expected? That you would call him to say thank you again? That you missed him already?

He set the glass down and leaned against the counter, his hands braced on the cool surface as he stared down at his phone. Your name sat at the top of his recent calls, and he found himself hovering over it, his thumb itching to press the button.

But what would he even say?

He could picture the conversation now:

“I care about you,” he would begin, his voice measured and calm. But then what?

He didn’t want to lie to you, didn’t want to say anything he wasn’t sure of yet. But how could he explain that without hurting you?

You deserved honesty, but you also deserved certainty—neither of which he could offer tonight.

The frustration bubbled up inside him, hot and sharp. He wasn’t used to this—to feeling so… out of control.

Nanami pushed off the counter and began pacing the length of his kitchen, his movements slow and deliberate.

He thought of your laugh, the way it filled the room with warmth. He thought of the way your fingers brushed his when you handed him the container of breakfast earlier, the way your lips curled into a shy smile when he complimented you.

He thought of how you looked at him—not with expectations or demands, but with something softer, something that made him feel seen in a way he hadn’t felt in years.

And that’s what made this so difficult.

Because while he wasn’t ready to call it love, he knew, deep down, that it could become that.

And that terrified him.

Love meant vulnerability. It meant risking everything—your heart, your trust, your sense of self—for the sake of someone else.

He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that again.

But he was sure of one thing: he didn’t want to lose you.

“I’ll take it slow,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper. “Step by step.”

That’s all he could promise himself—and you. To take this one moment at a time, to let whatever this was between you grow naturally, without rushing or forcing it.

Because if there was one thing Nanami Kento was certain of, it was this: you were worth the wait.

YOU:

After such a magical evening, walking back into my apartment felt surreal. The place seemed smaller somehow, quieter, as if it didn’t belong in the same world as the whirlwind of emotions swirling in my chest. I set my purse down on the console table near the door, the soft clink of metal against wood echoing in the stillness.

The heels came off first. A small sigh escaped me as the tension in my feet dissipated. The plushness of the carpet beneath my bare feet was a simple relief, a grounding sensation that contrasted the way my thoughts still danced in the clouds.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Nanami.

I whispered his name softly to myself, savoring the way it felt on my tongue.

There was something about him that made the world feel lighter when he was near, even though he carried himself with such weight and responsibility. He had this way of looking at me—like I wasn’t just there but like I was present, in focus, in color.

And that kiss.

I touched my lips instinctively, warmth spreading through me at the memory.

He had kissed me before, but tonight had felt different. It was slow, deliberate, like he was trying to tell me something without words. Like he was pouring parts of himself into that kiss that he couldn’t express otherwise.

The thought sent a thrill through me, and my face flushed as I realized I was still standing in the entryway, lost in my own thoughts.

Shaking my head, I moved toward the bedroom, my movements automatic as I began to undo the night.

The dress came next.

I stood in front of my full-length mirror, taking in the sight of myself one last time before reaching behind to unzip it. The fabric slid down my body, pooling around my feet, and I stepped out of it carefully.

It was such a beautiful dress—bold, elegant, and so unlike anything I would have ever bought for myself. But he had chosen it for me. He had seen me in his mind and thought, this would suit her.

The thought made my chest tighten, and I carefully draped the dress over the back of a chair, smoothing out the fabric as if it were some priceless artifact.

I turned back to the mirror, now clad in just my lingerie, and studied my reflection. My skin still glowed faintly from the evening’s excitement, and my lips were slightly swollen from where his had been.

Is this what falling feels like?

I didn’t know.

I wasn’t ready to call it love—not yet. But whatever this was, it was strong. It was the kind of feeling that made your stomach flip and your hands tremble, the kind of feeling that made you want to laugh and cry all at once.

I leaned closer to the mirror, reaching for a makeup wipe. As I began to remove the remnants of my foundation, I thought about messaging him.

My phone sat on the nightstand, its screen dark but inviting.

The urge to text him was almost overwhelming. I wanted to thank him again for the evening, to tell him how much it had meant to me.

But I hesitated.

Would that make me seem clingy?

I didn’t want to be overbearing. He had just dropped me off not even an hour ago. Maybe he was already unwinding, enjoying some quiet time after what had been a long day for both of us.

Still, the thought of leaving him alone with his own thoughts made my heart ache a little. I knew how introspective he could get, how he sometimes seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I wanted to be there for him.

But not yet. Not tonight.

So, instead of reaching for my phone, I turned back to the task at hand, gently wiping away the rest of my makeup.

The next step was my hair. I undid the carefully arranged updo I had spent so much time on earlier that evening, letting the strands fall around my shoulders. There was something cathartic about letting my hair down, literally and figuratively.

I ran a brush through it slowly, working out the tangles as I let my mind wander back to him.

Nanami.

There was so much I didn’t know about him yet, so many layers I wanted to uncover. He was quiet, reserved, and thoughtful, but there was a warmth beneath that exterior—a softness that he didn’t show to just anyone.

And he had chosen to show it to me.

That realization made my chest feel full, almost unbearably so.

Once my hair was brushed out, I changed into my pajamas—a loose, oversized T-shirt and a pair of soft shorts. It was a far cry from the elegance of the dress, but it was comforting in its own way.

I climbed into bed, the cool sheets brushing against my skin as I settled in. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and for a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

About the way he had looked at me tonight, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name. About the way he had taken my hand so gently, as if afraid I might break. About the way he had kissed me—slowly, deeply, with a kind of tenderness that made my heart ache.

It wasn’t love.

Not yet.

But it was close. So close it scared me a little.

I wasn’t sure when it had started—this feeling. Maybe it was the way he listened when I spoke, really listened, as if every word I said mattered. Maybe it was the way he noticed the little things about me, like how I preferred tea over coffee or how I always hummed when I was nervous.

Or maybe it was just him.

There was something about Nanami Kento that was quietly magnetic. He didn’t demand attention; he simply earned it, in the way he carried himself, in the way he treated the people around him.

And he had chosen me.

The thought made me smile, even as it sent a pang of anxiety through me. What if I wasn’t enough? What if I fell for him completely, only to find out he didn’t feel the same way?

I shook my head, trying to push the doubts aside.

Tonight had been perfect. He had been perfect. And for now, that was enough.

I glanced at my phone again, the screen still dark.

The temptation to message him was stronger now, almost impossible to resist.

Thank you for tonight, I could say. I had an amazing time.

But what if that came across as needy? What if he was already asleep, and I ended up disturbing him?

The last thing I wanted was to seem like I couldn’t go a single hour without talking to him, even though that was exactly how I felt right now.

I bit my lip, staring at the phone as if it might give me the answers I needed.

In the end, I decided against it.

Instead, I turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

As I closed my eyes, my mind drifted back to him.

I thought about the way his hand had felt in mine—warm, steady, grounding. I thought about the way his voice had sounded when he said my name, low and soft, like a secret meant only for me.

And I thought about that kiss.

It was the last thing on my mind as I drifted off to sleep, my heart full and aching in equal measure.

I didn’t know what the future held for us, but for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful.

Because if tonight was any indication, it was going to be something beautiful.

#fanfic #jjk #jjk nanami #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #nanami x y/n #for you #jujutsu kaisen nanami #angst #slow burn #slow

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royal-confessions · 2 days ago

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“Meghan's show being out just in time for Ramadan is top tier. Giving me plenty of inspiration for recipes (the non-bacon and non-alcohol containing lol) and for hosting beautifully. Ramadan is a time when all my family likes to gather everyday at someone's house so I'm hosting 2/3 times a week and she's giving me precious tips to make the gatherings look more polished and organised with the menus and cards for every meal as well as inspiring me to buy flowers to make my living room prettier.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“Gonna start buying flowers and arrange a bouquet on the table for our family Sunday lunch after church! Inspired by the lovely Meghan Markle Sussex.” - Submitted by Anonymous

#meghan markle #meghan duchess of sussex

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leasstories · 1 year ago

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You worth conforming

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

No Trigger Warning

@noneknxws ‘s VALENTEBUARY

DAY 11: Flowers

WC: 0.4K

Eddie is a non-conformist, but there is something that Eddie loves more than being non-conformist: you. And for you, it wouldn’t hurt to conform occasionally. Like today. Today is your one-year anniversary as a couple. Yes, you did start dating three days before Valentine’s day 1987. So, this morning, Eddie got up early. He put on a band-tee, his classic ripped jeans, his leather jacket, and a battle vest. He silently closed the door, in order to not wake you up. He started his van and drove to the closest flower-shop in town.

When Eddie comes into the store, he looks around him, not knowing what flowers to buy. They are all pretty and he doesn’t know which ones you would like more.

“Hello sir,” Says the florist “How can I help you today?”

Eddie anxiously bites his thumb. “I want to buy flowers for my partner. It’s our one-year anniversary… But I don’t know what to buy.” Eddie says, still looking all around him.

“Mmh, I see.” says the lady “What about a floral arrangement?” she asks.

“What is that?” Eddie asks curiously.

“It’s when we put different flowers in the bouquet, it usually is personalized. You can choose as many flowers as you want, the ones you think your partner loves more.”

“Okay.” Eddie says taking a deep breath.

The lady and Eddie spend almost an hour making the floral arrangement. They choose different roses, some sunflowers because Eddie knows you love them. He also added flowers with different colors because he wants this bouquet to be grandiose. You deserve grandiose.

Eddie pays for the flowers and goes back to his van. He starts the engine and drives toward your shared trailer. He climbs out of the car, careful not to damage the flowers. Once he is home, he puts them in a vase, he walks silently towards your bedside table and put the flowers there. While you are still sleeping, Eddie makes breakfast. Eggs and Bacon (mainly because it is one of the only things he can cook.) He then puts the breakfast on a platter and goes to the bedroom to wake you up with kisses.

You open your eyes to Eddie kissing your cheeks, you sleepily smile at him before saying.

“Happy one-year baby.”

“Happy one-year anniversary.” He says putting the platter in between the two of you. He then shows you the vase and speaks. “This is for you.”

You smile. “Oh my god Eddie, they are beautiful.” You say kissing your boyfriend’s lips.

Eddie smiles and kisses your nose “Not as much as you.” He says smiling.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson is a sweetheart #based on a prompt #valentebuary 2024

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d8nielaa · 10 days ago

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i agree with anon… i think we need a part two to “what did you just say?” 🫨

Author's Note: the long awaited part two !

I'm So Sorry Baby

Jason Schmidt x reader

Jason hadn’t slept a wink since that night. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was your voice, the mix of confusion and hurt in your tone when you realized you’d been pranked. His stomach churned just thinking about it.

He had meant it as a harmless joke—an innocent prank to tease you—but he hadn’t anticipated just how far it would go. He’d messed up, big time.

So, there he was, pacing back and forth in his living room at 7 AM, trying to figure out the best way to make things right.

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Jason's first plan? Flowers. A classic, right? He wasn’t the most sentimental guy, but he figured flowers might smooth things over.

He showed up at your door with a giant bouquet of roses, his usual easy smile replaced with an anxious frown.

"Hey, uh…" Jason said, tapping the bouquet against the doorframe nervously. "I’m really sorry about last night."

You raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Jason… I told you I didn’t want any more of your pranks. You know that, right?"

He winced at the harsh reminder, the sting of your words still fresh. "I know, and I really messed up. I—uh—got carried away. I’ll do anything to make it right. Seriously, just tell me what I can do."

You crossed your arms, giving him an unimpressed look. "Anything?"

He nodded quickly, too eager. "Yeah, I’ll do anything."

You sighed, considering it for a moment, before speaking. "Alright, then, you can make me breakfast. A full breakfast. No tricks, no pranks. Just eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Got it?"

Jason nodded so fast it almost seemed like his head would fall off. "Got it! You won’t regret this, I swear."

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As he stood over the stove, flipping pancakes (a task he had never done before but was determined to master), he realized he might’ve underestimated how much it would take to win you back. It wasn’t just about the prank anymore; it was about showing you how serious he was.

The breakfast ended up being a mix of burnt edges and soggy pancakes, but when he brought it to you, he smiled sheepishly. "I mean… I tried. It’s the thought that counts, right?"

You raised an eyebrow at the food, but your lips quirked up in amusement. "You’re really trying, huh?"

"Trying?" Jason said, a little defensive but still grinning. "I’m doing everything I can to make it right. No more pranks. Just… me trying to be a decent human being."

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After the failed breakfast, Jason wasn't ready to give up. He took to sending you texts every hour on the hour for the next two days—each one more heartfelt than the last, though they were starting to feel borderline excessive.

"I’m really sorry. I should’ve known better."

"If I could go back, I’d take it all back in a heartbeat."

"I messed up, and I know it. I’ll make this up to you."

He even showed up with an embarrassingly large stuffed bear—one of those giant ones you could hug and get lost in. "I swear, I just want you to know how sorry I am."

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After several days of over-the-top apologizing, Jason finally decided that the best way to show you how much he meant it was with an intimate, low-key date night. He’d arranged everything—dinner, your favorite movie, and plenty of snacks.

When you walked in, surprised but slightly amused by his effort, he stood by the door with a soft, genuine smile.

"Okay," he said nervously, shifting on his feet. "I know I’ve messed up, but I really hope we can start over. I’ll do anything. I just want you to know I care about you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right."

And for the first time in days, you smiled. "I’ll admit, you’ve made a lot of progress," you said, your voice softer now. "But… you’ve got a long way to go."

Jason chuckled nervously, but the smile he gave you was full of relief. "I’m ready for the challenge."

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Author's Note: im so drained from the week but thankfully I have a week off since all the teachers and staff are going on a retreat!

#the outsiders musical #x reader #jason schmidt #sodapop curtis #jason schmidt x reader

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lemoncrushh · 10 months ago

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Wild Horses - Four

Summary: Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

A/N: Please note all portions in italics are meant to be flashbacks :).

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Chapter Four Word Count: 4.8k

“If you’re gonna go for something, better make it everything…” - Cam; Want It All

Amber was only half surprised to find Carter was already backstage when she arrived the next morning. She’d awoken to a short text from him, an apology to which she hadn’t replied. After showering and dressing, tying her hair back into a ponytail, she’d received a second text, only this one put a smile on her face.

Good morning! Harry had texted. Today’s the day! Enjoy breakfast backstage before your final rehearsal. It’s the most important meal of the day.

She could already smell the bacon and maple syrup before she rounded the corner, spotting Carter filling up his plate.

“Morning,” he greeted groggily, skipping the fruit tray for the pile of bacon.

Amber merely blinked, grabbing her own plate and plopping scrambled eggs on top. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with him yet. Carter sensed the uneasiness, and with a sigh took a seat at the nearby table.

“Damn, Styles knows how to do it!” a voice cheered behind Amber.

She turned to see Brendan entering the room, followed by Johnny. She smiled at her bandmates, grabbing several slices of cantaloupe and kiwi from the fruit tray and adding them to her plate.

“Morning, guys,” she said before setting her plate on the table, the opposite end from Carter.

Johnny and Brendan both gave mumbled greetings as Amber made her way to the coffee display, filling a mug and choosing from a variety of creamers. Taking her seat, she could feel Carter’s eyes on her.

“So you’re just gonna ignore me now?” she heard him ask as she took a bite of eggs.

When she didn’t reply, and instead took her time chewing and swallowing, then lifting a slice of kiwi to her lips, Carter huffed.

“Real mature,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?” she finally said, lifting her gaze.

“Oh, so you do know how to talk,” Carter scoffed.

“Yeah…” Amber said with a smirk, popping the kiwi into her mouth. “Real mature.”

She didn’t miss the eye roll from Carter before her other bandmates joined the table. They delved into a conversation about Harry and the show that evening. Amber listened, giving a nod or a small comment when asked a question. Soon enough, the entire table was smiling, excited about the tour kick-off. Though she could still feel the tension in the air between herself and Carter, she chose to ignore it. She knew there would be no point in addressing what had happened the night before. He’d been drunk. He’d said he was sorry in the text. They had a show to do. She was willing to bury the hatchet, at least for the time being, for the sake of the band.

Rehearsals went well, and despite her slight disappointment that Harry hadn’t shown his face, Amber felt like they were ready. Jeffrey had arranged for cars to take them to and from the venue, so they didn’t always have to take the van or ride together, and today the gesture had proven particularly useful. As the driver made his way back to the hotel, Amber could already detect a large line snaking around the venue, and even another around the hotel. Jeff had been right about the mob of fans. They’d somehow gotten wind of where Harry was staying, and Amber wondered if any of them even had tickets to the show, or if they were just camping out hoping to score one or merely spot him with their own eyes.

A little weary, Amber opened her hotel room door, prepared to take a nap. She gasped, however, when she was met with a colorful bouquet of flowers on the dresser, two cards displayed in front of it. Lifting the first card, she inspected the front which was adorned with a big gold star that said SHINE underneath.

Best of luck tonight! She read from the inside. You’ll shine brightly! Love, Jeff.

With a smile, Amber moved to the second card, flowers on the front that mimicked the ones in the vase. It had no words, but when she opened it, she couldn’t stop her lips from spreading wider.

Amber,

May the stars align tonight. Make yourself proud.

Your biggest fan and your friend,

H x

Already feeling her eyes well up with tears, Amber pressed the card to her chest and let out a deep breath. Then replacing the card on the dresser, she pulled down the covers and crawled into bed, out like a light.

“Dallas Marker?!” shouted Faith, astonished. “You made out with Dallas Marker?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Amber asked.

“Well...he’s a Senior, Amber! And like super popular!”

“So.”

Faith threw her head back laughing, then sat next to Amber on her bed.

“Alright, fine. Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

“The details! What was it like? Did he finger fuck you? Did you come?”

“Jesus, Faith, gross!” Amber pushed her friend away with her arm.

“It’s not gross. It’s amazing. And by your reaction I take it you didn’t.”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” Amber said quietly. “We just kissed.”

“Hmm. Not even some touching under the clothes?”

Amber bit her lip. “Maybe a little.”

Faith chuckled. “Aw sweet Ambs, just you wait.”

“You know what?” Amber rose from the bed. “Never mind. Forget I told you. I’m going home.”

“Wait, what? I wanna hear about it.”

“Not when you talk to me in that condescending tone.”

“What condescending tone?” Faith called as Amber opened the bedroom door and walked out into the hallway. “Wait up!”

“You’re only seventeen, Faith,” Amber stopped and turned around. “You haven’t even had real sex yet. Stop acting like you’re the queen know-it-all, and I’m some tiny little idiot pawn.”

With that, Amber opened the trailer door and ran down the steps, leaving Faith standing with her mouth ready to catch flies.

Amber could already hear the overwhelming chatter from the audience as she made her way down the hall toward the stage. Her nerves were back, or perhaps they’d never really gone away. She figured they’d been hiding, sitting back and waiting to flood her insides full-force at this moment.

The rest of the band were still in their dressing room. She’d already met with them, giving them - and herself - a pep talk which had only ended with getting emotional, so she’d decided to go for a walk down the hall. Stopping near a water fountain, she leaned against the wall, taking several deep breaths. Suddenly she felt someone touch her arm.

“There you are,” said a low, calming voice.

Turning sharply, Amber was met with green eyes. Almost instantly, she felt the tension in her shoulders loosen, though it was replaced with a flutter in her stomach.

“I was just chatting with the lads, but they said you’d already gone.”

A smile crept up on her features, and Amber looked at the ground.

“Needed some air,” she explained. “But there doesn’t seem to be much out here either.”

Biting his lip, Harry’s eyes followed hers as they shifted and darted all around him. When she finally met his gaze again, he gave a concerned look.

“You okay, love?” he asked.

Amber grimaced, holding her belly. “I don’t know.”

“C’mere,” Harry offered. “I’ll walk with you.”

Turning toward the way she’d been headed, Amber felt Harry’s hand on her back as they continued down the hall. Though his touch was probably doing the opposite of relieving her nerves, she thought it rude to move away or tell him so. She listened to the noise grow from the venue and began counting backwards in her head from ten. Just as she reached two, Harry stopped and released her. She wouldn’t have admitted it, even to herself, but she felt a sudden chill down her back from the absence of his hand.

“In here,” he gestured, pushing open a nearby door.

Catching his eyes once again, she stepped into the cozy room, decorated in warm colors. When she heard the door shut behind her, she turned to take in the entire view.

“This is your dressing room?” she asked with a squeak. Feeling dumb, she cleared her throat.

“Yeah,” he replied nonchalantly. “Have a seat.”

Rounding the coffee table at his suggestion, Amber sat on the dark brown leather sofa, inhaling deeply.

“It smells amazing in here!” she exclaimed, closing her eyes and taking another breath.

She heard Harry chuckle before she felt the sofa shift next to her.

“Probably that candle.”

Amber opened her eyes to see him pointing at a candle on the table. Leaning forward, she took one more big whiff.

“Mmm, yeah, that smells so good. You bring your own candles?”

With a smirk, Harry shrugged. “Anything that feels like home.”

Amber’s eyes widened. “Your house smells like this?”

A giggle slipped from Harry’s lips and he sat back. “Sometimes.”

“Boy have I been doing life wrong,” Amber muttered, her gaze wandering around the room. “What other secrets have you got?”

Harry shrugged again. “Dunno. That’s pretty much it. Staying calm and meditating, making the road feel like home.”

“And treating people with kindness,” Amber added.

“Exactly,” Harry agreed, a sparkle in his eyes.

With a blush to her cheeks, Amber rubbed her palms across her knees.

“I should probably try all of those things too,” she commented. “And teach them to the guys. Especially the candle thing. Then maybe I’d actually wanna spend more than a minute in their dressing room. It smells like sweat and dirty feet.”

Harry threw his head back laughing, and Amber suddenly felt weak in the knees. She couldn’t help but join him though, and she realized it felt great to laugh.

“Would you like a drink?” asked Harry.

“Oh, um…” she licked her lips. “Sure.”

“Just a little one,” Harry winked, rising from the couch. “It helps calm the nerves.”

Amber snorted. “You get nervous?”

“Me? Never.”

Catching the sarcasm in his tone, Amber giggled. She watched him as he poured a liquid that matched her name from a crystal decanter into two glasses. Yep, he even had his own freaking decanter for crying out loud. Amber rolled her eyes. Of course he did. Returning to the sofa, Harry handed her a glass.

“I’d make another toast, but we probably covered everything already,” he said with a grin.

“I think so,” Amber blushed again. Damn it, she needed to get a hold of herself.

“Eh,” Harry shrugged, lifting his glass. “To new beginnings and first times and all that…”

“Pfffftt,” Amber sounded, nearly spilling her drink. “First times?”

“Shit, that came out wrong. I meant first nights...or...opening...no…”

Amber couldn’t stop laughing then, her eyes beginning to water. Unable to stop the tears, she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.

“You sure you haven’t already had one of these?” she mocked. “Or a few?”

Harry held up his hand, a wide smile making his dimples show. “Swear to God.”

Leaning back in a fit of giggles, Amber took a second to catch her breath.

“You’re hilarious,” she finally managed to say. Then she tapped her glass against his. “Thanks for making he laugh. I feel so much better.”

With a chuckle, and a slight blush of his own, Harry lifted his glass to his lips. “You’re welcome. Glad I could help.”

A knock sounded on the door then and Harry cleared his throat. “Come in.”

When the door opened, Jeff walked in, smiling when he saw Amber.

“Ah, I was looking for you,” he said.

“Me?”

“Yep, just wanted to check on you, see how you’re feeling. Wish you luck.”

Amber looked at Harry and grinned. “I’m fine.”

“Good, because you’re on in ten,” Jeff added.

“Oh, shit!” Amber shouted. Rising from the couch, she swallowed the last sip from her glass and set it on the table. “Thanks again, Harry.”

“No problem.”

“Oh, also,” she continued. “Thank you both for the flowers and cards. That was really nice.”

“You’re welcome,” both men said in unison.

When she reached the door, she heard Harry call her name. Turning, she saw that he’d stood up, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes?”

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he said.

Warmth instantly poured through her veins as she gave her brightest smile.

“Thanks, Harry,” she beamed. “See you later.”

Stepping out into the hall, Amber made her way back to her band. Though her nerves were still sitting at bay, she could tell she was going to be fine. She knew it.

The crowd cheered as the lights went out, the music instantly filling the arena as Amber and her band took the stage and began to play. Harry watched from the side, hidden behind the equipment. He wanted to watch the set, making sure he was giving his support, even if Amber was unaware.

He’d caught the disapproving glare from Jeffrey earlier, though his voice had remained silent. Harry knew Jeff hadn’t liked the compliment he’d given Amber. Or perhaps it wasn’t the compliment itself, but the way he’d said it, or the look on his face as he’d smiled at her. But he didn’t care. He hadn’t said anything inappropriate, only truth. She looked positively stunning. But if he had just told her that when he’d first thought it, when he saw her in the hallway, he would have escaped the piercing eyes from his manager.

Harry felt a shoulder bump his during Amber’s third song, though he needn’t turn his head. He heard Jeffrey’s low chuckle as Harry started singing along.

“You know the words already?” Jeff commented, only partly a question.

“I watched her rehearse this one a few times,” replied Harry. “She was worried about the key, so they changed it. I reckon she made the right choice, don’t you?”

Harry wasn’t really asking for his opinion, so he wasn’t surprised when Jeffrey merely nodded. His eyes still on Amber, he smiled when the song ended and she turned around to face her drummer, counting off the next song. He was glad to see the expression on her face, a mix of relief and elation.

The next song was one of his favorites, and he joined the crowd as they began to clap to the beat, though some insisted on clapping on the one and the three, a little pet peeve of his. He soon found himself swaying from side to side, his hands clapping above his head. When the song ended, however, Jeffrey poked him in the ribs.

“You should probably finish getting ready,” he told him. “Her set’s almost done.”

“I have time,” Harry remarked with narrowed eyes.

He caught the silent argument on Jeff’s face before he turned back to finish watching Amber and the band. Harry wasn’t exactly sure why his friend was acting this way, though he had somewhat of an idea. But now was not the time nor place to discuss it. He made a mental note to chat with Jeffrey alone later. Though he was indeed his manager, he was his friend first and foremost, and usually cool as a cucumber. Any decisions made were a joint effort with minimal disagreements. Lately, however, Harry had gotten the feeling that Jeffrey wasn’t always a hundred percent on his side. That’s not to say they’d had a massive row, but ever since…

The opening chords of Amber’s final song rang through the arena, bringing Harry back to the present. It was another number that he’d watched her rehearse several times, and possibly his personal favorite. Though the lyrics and melody were both rather simple, Harry enjoyed the tone in her voice as she held out some of the notes, her phrasing and cry at the end of others. He stood waiting as she reached the line he knew she’d practiced several times, different ways, and when she executed it perfectly, a wide smile spread across his face. He looked over at Jeffrey then who raised his brows and grinned with a nod.

As the crowd cheered the loudest they had so far, Amber gave a bow and blew a kiss out into the audience.

“Thank you so much,” she said into the microphone. “Have a great night. I love you.”

Then with one more kiss, Amber turned and made her way backstage in a brisk jog. Harry was surprised when she strutted straight up to him, stopped and let out a deep breath as though she’d been holding it for a while.

“How’d I do?” she asked both him and Jeffrey.

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Jeff.

“Are you kidding?” Harry beamed before he wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up and twirled her. As she squealed, he murmured into her ear. “You were spectacular, darling.”

Harry felt her giggle in his arms as he set her back down. She looked up at him, the most beautiful smile on her pretty face.

“You really thought it was good? I was so afraid I’d fuck up that last line in-”

Harry started to shake his head when Amber’s drummer came around the corner and cheered.

“There she is! My girl!”

Harry quirked a brow as Carter lifted her up from behind and twirled her around in the same fashion he had. This time, however, he couldn’t help but notice she didn’t giggle like she had with him.

“Oh shit!” she yelled, her eyes wide, her arms out as though she was hoping to be rescued.

“That was fucking amazing, Amber!” Carter exclaimed, letting her go. “Let’s go celebrate!”

“Hell yeah, man, that tequila bottle’s calling my name!” Brendan agreed before Amber could protest. “That felt great, I’m so fired up now.”

“Oh, okay,” she breathed, straightening her dress. “I’ll meet you guys.”

After her bandmates were out of earshot, she turned back to Harry and Jeffrey.

“Thank y’all...” she said softly, “for watching.”

“Oh it’s-” Harry began, but Amber stopped him.

“You’re gonna get so sick of hearing this from me. But you didn’t have to stand here. It was really nice of you. I saw you out of the corner of my eye when I turned to grab my guitar and...well, it just felt nice. Like I had my own cheering section. And as...corny as it sounds...I think it helped me sing better. So thanks.”

Harry’s eyes glistened as he tried to think of the words to say, but Jeff beat him to it.

“It was our pleasure, Amber,” he said. “We’re rooting for you, but honestly, you’ve got the talent and the pipes. We’re just here for the little push as they say.”

“Well, I appreciate it,” she grinned. Then with a small glance at Harry, she lifted her hand to his arm and gave it a squeeze. “Be back later to watch you.”

As Amber practically danced down the hall, Harry raised his brows at his manager.

“Don’t even say it, H,” Jeffrey rolled his eyes.

“Say what?”

“I told you so.”

“Well, I did,” Harry chuckled as he started to walk towards his dressing room.

“I had no real reservations about her, Harry,” Jeff argued. “Or her talent. I’m happy to manage her. I agree with everything you said, and I told you I trusted your judgment.”

“But you don’t trust me.”

Harry heard Jeffrey sigh when he reached his door and pushed it open.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he said. “Or you with her, or whatever other idea you think I have. I just think right now...under the circumstances...and considering your recent history...that you should be a little more…”

“Careful?” Harry finished.

“Selective.”

Harry narrowed his eyes before pulling his t-shirt over his head. “That’s a rather shitty remark, considering she’s an artist on your roster now.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Jeff grumbled, taking a seat on the couch.

“Then what do you mean?”

“I mean...I’m only suggesting it might be a good idea to...practice abstinence for a while.”

Harry laughed as he grabbed the newly pressed shirt he’d planned to wear from the rack against the wall.

“You’ve got to be joking,” he shook his head.

“No, I’m not.”

“I’m not shagging her, mate.”

“Not yet. But you are attracted to her. And there’s no mistaking the way she looks at you.”

Harry shrugged. “So?”

“She’s young and vulnerable, Harry.”

“You don’t think I can keep my hands off her? Is that what you’re saying? Or are you starting to believe the garbage that you spent months trying to erase?”

“I’m just saying…” Jeffrey ran his palm down his face. “I’m saying you probably shouldn’t make any moves until the other mess is completely resolved.”

“You mean the Iris mess,” Harry frowned, grabbing his clean trousers. “You can say her name, mate. She’s still a real person, even if you don’t think so.”

Jeff sighed. “We’ve been through this, H.”

“Yeah, but we don’t much discuss it now, do we? It’s like it’s still there...it exists...but it’s swept under the rug.”

“And I’d like to keep it there until it’s gone away completely,” remarked Jeffrey.

Harry set his jaw as he unbuttoned his jeans. “In the meantime, I’m supposed to live like a monk. On tour, no less.”

“Christ, Harry, why do you keep twisting my words?”

“I’m not. I can read between the lines.”

Leaning back on the sofa, Jeffrey took a deep breath. “You know what? Let’s drop it for now. You’ve got a show to do.”

“Fine,” Harry muttered, peeling off his jeans as his manager rose from the couch and left the room.

Amber was starting to feel a buzz as Brendan passed around the third round of shots. She eyed the clock on the wall, knowing Harry would be taking the stage any minute, and she didn’t want to miss his show.

“Here ya go,” said Carter, handing her the shot glass.

His other hand had been on her thigh since the first shot, and she hadn’t bothered to move it. The band was in good spirits, and she didn’t want to do anything to disturb that, including something that could shift Carter’s mood in the slightest.

“No thanks,” Amber shook her head. “I think I’m good for now.”

“Nah, babe, we gotta finish the bottle!” he argued.

Just then, a large booming sound erupted and nearly shook the walls. Amber’s eyes widened as she realized it was the sound of the crowd. Harry was on stage, and she was missing it.

“I guess Styles is on now,” Brendan laughed before chugging down his tequila.

Amber rose from her seat, Carter’s hand finally slipping from her leg.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I wanna go watch.”

“Aw c’mon, we’re not done celebrating. Have another shot.” He tugged at the hem of her dress, his other hand still holding the small glass.

“Fine,” she sighed, taking the glass and shooting back the gold liquor. Then handing the empty glass back to him, she grimaced. “Have fun, guys.”

Amber heard Carter calling after her, but she ignored him as she pulled open the door and walked out into the hallway, the cheers and screams nearly deafening.

Already feeling the effects of the tequila, Amber stepped carefully in her heeled boots, grabbing the wall for support once or twice. She knew she shouldn’t have had that third shot. It was always the third that put her over the edge. After that, she had been known to lose all inhibitions, sometimes finishing half the bottle herself.

Her stomach churned as she recalled several occasions where that had happened. Sometimes she’d been alone, no one to tell her otherwise. But other times she’d been with Carter, his heavy eyes glassy from his own consumption. He’d always wanted her, and most of those times he was either really convincing, or she was just too tired or too wasted to put up a fight. They’d ended up fucking on her motel bed, drunker than Cooter Brown, and waking up with a horrible hangover, worse than the time before.

Amber shook her head and blinked, stopping at the water fountain to take several sips before making her way to the stage. Taking the same spot Harry had been standing to watch her show, she caught him finishing his first song. Then grabbing his guitar, he slung it over his shoulder and stepped up to the mic.

“Hello. I’m Harry,” he said. “I’m from England.”

Amber couldn’t help but giggle.

“I have one job tonight, and that is to entertain you.”

Crossing her arms, Amber braced herself to be entertained, as though Harry was some sort of magician, and he was about to pull out his bag of tricks. She smiled as she watched him start the chords to his next song, and the crowd went wild once again. She wasn’t a fool. She knew she was in the presence of something great. She could feel the energy and electricity he ignited, even from where she stood.

As she clapped when the song ended, she felt something brush her arm. She turned to see Jeff, a tall beer in his hand.

“Having fun so far?” he asked.

“The most,” she beamed. “Do you always watch from back here?”

“Sometimes I go out there,” Jeff pointed to the audience. “Care to join me?”

Considering his offer, Amber bit her lip.

“Maybe some other night,” she replied. “I think I’d like to just stay back here for now.”

“Suit yourself,” Jeff grinned. “Can I get you a drink? Beer or anything?”

Amber made a face, crinkling her nose. “Maybe just some water?”

“You got it,” he chuckled before turning away.

Amber felt herself step in time to the beat of Harry’s next song, and was soon singing along when Jeff returned with her water. With a pat on her back, he announced he was going to watch the rest of the show from the audience and left her alone once again.

It wasn’t until close to the end of the show, when Harry was revving up the crowd with a new rendition of a One Direction classic that Amber felt another presence behind her. Still singing along, she turned around and saw Carter standing with his arms crossed, much like he had been the night before when she found him in the hallway next to her room. Not bothering to stop her singing, she grinned and held out her hand, urging him to step closer to her. Carter glared at her, hesitant for a moment before joining her side, though he declined her gesture, his arms still across his chest. Dropping her hand, Amber looked back at Harry.

“He’s great, isn’t he?” she asked when the song ended.

Carter shrugged. “Sure, he’s pretty good.”

“Where are Bren and Johnny?”

“They ran into Jeff a little while ago and went out there with him,” Carter jutted his jaw out toward the crowd.

“You didn’t wanna go?” Amber asked, tucking her hair behind her ear but still watching Harry. “I’m sure there’s free beer.”

“Nope.” Carter exaggerated the P at the end like a pop.

Amber sighed. “You know, you could be a little more grateful.”

“What for?”

“For Mr. Azoff,” she looked up at him. “He’s your manager now too, you know. And for Harry. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him.”

Carter snorted. When Amber gave him a look, he rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Part of Amber wanted to argue, but she was not in the mood, and she most definitely was not going to cause a scene right there during Harry’s concert. She heard a roar from the crowd and knew she’d missed something Harry had said, but she caught the huge smile on his face as he untangled the microphone cord from around the stand. Crossing her own arms again, she took a small enough step away from Carter to get some space. Just as Harry introduced the next song, Amber heard Carter scoff, and out of the corner of her eye, saw him turn and walk away.

She was disappointed in him, to say the least. If there was one thing they had in common - other than their love for a drink - it was their shared love for music. She’d hoped that watching the act they were supporting while in his element would make Carter loosen up, maybe even help him get over her a little. They could go back to the way things were when the band originally formed, before they’d ever slept together, when they’d spent late nights singing along to old George and Reba albums, throwing in an occasional classic rock or two. Perhaps she was fooling herself, she thought. Maybe you can never really go back.

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Let's Write An Episode of Walker! Recap/Review

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Thank you again to everyone who participated in the polls. All your votes and suggestions made for a very interesting episode! And now, I have a very special "episode recap/review" to share with y'all. I hope you enjoy!

Walker Bonus Episode recap/review:

Welcome back to another week of Walker fun. I sure didn’t expect this episode to come out right in the middle of the hiatus but I guess the Walker crew knew they couldn’t leave us without content forever. And, boy oh boy, was this one a doozy.

I want to start our recap off with the most lighthearted plotline before we get into the angsty meat of the episode: Ben and Liam’s 6-month anniversary date.

Liam and Ben have been together for about 6 months at this point and their relationships have been through a lot of ups and downs during that time. Liam knows most of those downs are a result of the drama that his family has been through recently and he wants to make all that up to Ben with a special 6-month anniversary date. And he’s pulling out all the stops. He’s got a reservation at Ben’s favorite restaurant and he’s arranged for a few surprises even before then, including the bouquet of flowers that shows up at Ben’s fine liquor store in the next scene.

Side note: I was absolutely cheesed to see the family dogs from the pilot again (although now I’m wondering what they’ve been up to all this time) but what was even better was Abby’s “stern talking to” when they stole the leftover breakfast bacon. We need more of that.

Cassie happened to be there for the flower delivery and after Ben weathers her sisterly teasing, we get a serious moment between them as Ben evaluates his relationship with Liam. He does like Liam and the rest of the Walker family and when things are good between them they’re really good. But being with Liam has also brought Ben pain. He admits to her that this special six month anniversary date feels more like Liam fumbling to compensate for neglecting their relationship these past few months rather than a genuine desire to celebrate a relationship milestone. He also admits that he’s been having second thoughts about their relationship. He wonders if he just latched onto Liam because of how much he was like Lucas and if he was really ready for something new.

Cassie can relate at least somewhat to his confusion since she’s had to quickly move from one relationship to another twice in the last year (from Miles to Cordell, then from Kevin to Trey). She may not know what Ben needs in this situation but she does know that Liam loves Ben. And even if Liam is just fumbling to make up for the last few months, that’s a sign that he knows he’s been dropping the ball and he wants to do better. She understands his worries but doesn’t think giving up on Liam is the right course of action right now. She tells him to just enjoy tonight for what it is and talk to Liam about his concerns in the morning.

Ben is still apprehensive but agrees to Cassie’s advice. It has been a while since he’s had a nice date, after all.

Flash forward to the date and things seem to be going well. Liam is happily listening to Ben’s stories about some of the crazy customers he has to deal with and occasionally offering Legal Advice. Both of them are enjoying themselves and it’s absolutely adorable.

Side note: I am such a sucker for couples feeding each other food more of this please.

But it can’t all be happy times. In typical Walker luck, their date is cut short by Cordell being stabbed no more than 10 feet away from them. Liam immediately goes over to help his brother while Ben calls 911. When the ambulance arrives, Liam is conflicted on where to go. He wants to know that Cordell is okay but he made a promise to Ben that tonight would be just about them. Ben, however, encourages him to go and even offers to come with and help keep the family updated. Relieved to have the decision made, Liam takes Ben up on his offer and they leave the restaurant hand in hand.

The next day, Ben invites Liam out for a picnic lunch, a callback to their first attempt at a date. Liam starts off their date by apologizing for what happened the night before, but Ben stops him. He has something he needs to say.

He starts off by bringing up some of the concerns he’s had about their relationship. But, as much as being with Liam is scary, he’s starting to understand how much it’s worth it. Because Liam does care, even if he’s bad at showing it. And Ben started falling for him long ago. Liam seems to be at a loss for words so he just kisses Ben instead.

Alright now that the fluff is out of the way, I want to talk about the next plotline: August speaking up again about how neglected he feels in the family dynamic.

From the earliest scenes of the episode, it’s clear that August is less than happy with how things are going between him and Cordell, especially in comparison to Stella. Despite Cordell’s previous attempts to make August feel acknowledged and appreciated, he still feels the rift between him and his father that doesn’t seem to be there for Stella. And he’s making that everyone else’s problem, with sarcastic and passive aggressive remarks left and right. Everyone seems to notice that something’s wrong…except for Cordell.

Side note: August’s short “oh me?” reaction when Cordell asks him his plans for the day is both funny and a little heartbreaking. Good jobe Kale.

Things come to a head when Stella decides to confront him on his attitude. When she asks him what the hell his problem is, he tells her that he’s annoyed yet again at their father’s blatant favoritism and specifically cites his differing reactions to their chosen life paths. To August, it’s extremely clear that Cordell cares more about Stella than him and he’s tired of letting himself be overlooked just to keep the peace. Stella tries to defend Cordell, pointing out that he’s been trying very hard and making an effort to be more present in their lives. “He’s come a long way since he abandoned us after Mom died.”

While her words may ring true for the viewers, they only incite further anger in August, who snaps back with a “And who’s fault is that?” He reminds Stella that it was her idea to set up the car accident where Cordell allegedly fell asleep at the wheel. This is what led to the family intervention and, ultimately, their father choosing to go off on that undercover mission in the first place.

Stella does try to defend her actions, pointing out that the reason everyone believed that whole lie (which August supported, in case he forgot that detail) was because Cordell was already pretty far off the rails and he probably would’ve fallen asleep at the wheel without their help. But, in the midst of their arguing, we see Cordell has been eavesdropping from the hallway and he is not happy about what he’s hearing.

He storms into the room and demands to know what, exactly, they’re talking about. Both kids are stunned into silence so Cordell asks directly if it’s true that that car accident where he fell asleep at the wheel was a set up. Stella confirms it and tries again to defend herself but Cordell cuts her off. There are no excuses that can make up for that.

We can tell that Cordell has a very long lecture and tirade to go on about how badly they screwed up here, but, right then, he gets a call from James. They’ve honed in on [mark’s] location and he needs to go into work now. He tells them that he’ll be back later to talk about this and neither of them are allowed to go anywhere until then. As he leaves, Stella seems confused and scared while August seems even more pissed off than before.

Now, let’s dive into the big meat of the episode: the case of the serial scammer.

The episode starts off with a morning routine montage from Cordell. As we watch him shower and get ready for his day, we get the sense that he’s happy. He’s started dating Geri (for real. again), his kids seem to be figuring out their lives

Side note: That shower scene was very indulgent and is just more proof that the writers know what the audience wants ;)

But his good mood can’t last forever as he gets a call from James to come into the office immediately before he’s even had breakfast James won’t tell him what’s going on but it sounds urgent so off he goes.

When he gets to HQ, we finally learn what the big fuss is and James’ attitude starts to make more sense.

The FBI is crawling all over the place and our dear friend special agent Graves has returned for a special case: A serial killer scammer. It’s one of the first ranger cases Walker and James worked on together and the trail went cold nearly 15 years ago. Or, more accurately, the case left Texas. Graves informs us that this scammer/killer (or at least someone following their MO) has been bouncing around the mainland states. Only recently did the activity return to Austin and, since James and Walker are the only ones with experience on the case, Gavres has no choice but to work with them.

Side note: Don’t worry, Graves. They probably weren’t happy to see you either.

Cassie and Trey are brought onto the case despite Graves’ objections and we’re filled in on the killer’s methodology. Essentially, this person would weasel their way into the confidence of a wealthy spinster or widow. At first, things seem fine. But then, the victim will start spending money at an alarming rate, leaving very little in her account. After a month of this activity, the victim will pass away peacefully but unexpectedly and their life insurance money will be sent to an account held under a name that no one in their circle recognizes. It’s a different name every time so it’s hard to track until a victim has been spotted. And even then, the money disappears before the FBI or even the bank notice suspicious activity.

As grim as the situation looks, Graves informs them that they already had a lead: Ms. Chastity De la Rouxe. Not only is she the first victim in Austin but she’s the first one to live through the attempted murder. She’s being looked after in a hospital for the time being but they will be allowed to speak with her soon. Cordell and Cassie are tasked with interviewing the victim while James and Trey stay behind to look over Ms. De la Rouxe’s contacts and correspondence over the last month to see if they can narrow in on a suspect.

When Cassie and Cordell arrive at Ms. De la Rouxe’s room, they find she’s not alone. Her good friend James Boncroft is right by her bedside to check up on her and keep her company.

Side note: MARK SHEPPARD!!!! That’s all.

Our rangers want to talk to the victim alone but James isn’t leaving and Chastity doesn’t mind his presence so they do their best with what they have. Unfortunately, the interview doesn’t yield much. Chastity can’t recall any strange figures coming into her life recently, she doesn’t want to discuss finances with them, and she doesn’t know what happened to her either. Despite being stuck in the hospital, she doesn’t suspect foul play. “I’m an old woman; I probably just ate or drank something that disagreed with me more than usual.” Cassie tries to press for more information but James stops her. He says it’s clear they’re just distressing his good friend and they should leave before he starts lodging complaints. Not wanting to give Graves anymore fuel against them, they leave.

As they walk out of the hospital, Cassie comments on James’s overprotectiveness. A bit odd, since he wasn’t listed on any of De la Rouxe’s known contacts. Cordell agrees that it’s suspicious but not enough to go off of just yet. They head back to HQ to see what James and Trey have come up with.

At HQ, the boys are also feeling a little frustrated since there’s so much information to weed through and almost none of it seems useful. But they did have a breakthrough as Trey found a trail of regular contact (over phone, chat, email, and more) with someone that’s not from her regular social circle. Unfortunately, the owner of the number and other accounts is using different names for each one. When Cordell and Cassie fill them in on what happened at the hospital, they figure James must be this new friend.

It’s still not a lot to go on but it’s enough for them to make him a suspect. The next step is to bring him in for questioning. Fortunately for them, one of James’ many credit cards was pinged at a restaurant in town. Looks like he’s entertaining a new victim. Going after him like this is a risky move but Graves wants to get things moving so off they go.

Cassie and Cordell go into the restaurant while other rangers and FBI agents stand guard. They try to approach it casually but, unfortunately, there’s no way to casually arrest someone or even bring them in for questioning.

James tries to stall with polite conversation, then notices the backup outside. He reacts quickly, grabbing the steak knife from the table and stabbing Cordell in the side before running off. Cassie is frozen for a moment over her partner, watching him bleed. James’ voice in the comms gets her moving again to go after their suspect. Liam rushes to his side and tries to stem the bleeding. As Cordell starts to fall unconscious, we get flashes of Liam’s face covered in blood and bruises, just like when they were held captive by Grey Flag.

We cut to the hospital. Cassie and Trey arrive to check on Cordell, all the while griping about how James got away. The slippery snake got away from all the guards they had posted. Trey wonders if some of them mistook him for a waiter and Cassie smacks him on the arm for his poor joke.

Cordell is still under medical sedation when they arrive but the doctors assure them and the family that he’ll be just fine. They just have him under to help him heal. He’ll be awake in a few hours and they just want him to take it easy for the next couple of weeks to keep the stitches intact.

While he’s sedated, we get a look into Cordell’s mind and it’s not pretty. We see flashes of clips of his time in captivity, most of which we’ve seen before, but much of the torture seems to be focused on the place he was stabbed this time around. After a bit, we hear Emily’s voice telling him to wake up and, after a few tries, it works.

Cordell wakes up with a start. We see Liam asleep in the chair next to his bed while Emily stands in the corner. She reprimands him for getting hurt so easily and reminds him he needs to be more careful in the field, especially since she’s not there for their family anymore. He jokes about not planning to get stabbed but understands her meaning. She kisses his forehead and he closes his eyes, leaning into the comfort. Then a nurse enters while on her rounds and he opens his eyes to find Emly gone.

The doctor is called in and tells him that he’s on the mend but he’ll need to take it easy for the next few days. He gets a mandatory morning off the next day and a warning not to rip his stitches before being checked out and driven home by Liam.

The morning off does wonders for his injury but not for his mental health as all hell breaks loose with August (again). Fortunately for him, the FBI managed to get drone footage of James’s escape and followed it to a hideaway. It’s a great excuse for Cordell to leave the house and get some work done at the same time.

Despite orders from the doctor to take it easy, Cordell is more than happy to dive back into casework to get away from the family problems for a bit. He’s reminded by both Cassie and James repeatedly that he’s supposed to be acting as backup only as they get closer to James’s hiding place.

Side note: With as many times as they brought it up, we should’ve expected Cordell to break the rules

The SWAT team sent to pick up James reaches a point where their vehicles can no longer keep up with the terrain. They will have to continue on foot from this point forward, something Graves gripes about since it would give James opportunity to run away again.

While they’re making a game plan to canvas the area, Cordell notices they’re close to some stables. We see a lightbulb go off in his head. So does James. And he does not like where this is going.

Side note: The dialog here was so well written but it may as well have been “Walker, no!” “Walker, yes!”

Next thing we know, Walker’s on a horse, carefully trotting through the rough and rocky terrain. Following instructions from Graves, he carefully and stealthily moves toward the hideout, hoping to catch James by surprise.

Unfortunately, he’s seen and James makes a run for it. Fortunately, James only has his own two legs to move on. Cordell kicks up the pace and a true chase begins, ending with him lassoing James and declaring him under arrest.

Now that the bad guy has been caught, cuffed, and taken away, it’s time for Graves to leave again. She thanks our ranger crew for their hard work and stops by the ambulance where Cordell is getting his bandage reapplied to give him a special thanks before leaving. He seems just as surprised as we are to be receiving any decency from her but handles it well. He’s just ready to go home and have some dinner with his family.

And just like that, the moment that everything seems okay, we hear a gunshot from somewhere offscreen, then we cut to black. And thus ends another classic episode of Walker.

I have to say, this one was a wild one. From the charming serial killer to the big reveal in the family drama, this episode really kept me guessing. Mark Sheppard did an excellent job in his guest star role and I’m curious to see if his character will pop up again in the future. I’m happy that Ben and Liam were able to work through some of their issues. It makes me happy that the Walker writers seem committed to keeping their relationship strong and relevant. I’m also happy that the show hasn’t dropped the plotline of August feeling insignificant in his family. I know there aren’t a lot of places to work it in given the time constraints but it’s nice to see it acknowledged. I really wasn’t expecting the car crash secret to ever come up but I kind of like the way they did it.

All in all this was a solid episode. 9/10.

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peternelthorpe · 1 year ago

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What Is Sold the Most on Valentines Day?

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Chocolates

Chocolates are a popular choice among Valentine's Day shoppers, with their rich, indulgent flavors and romantic appeal. When it comes to popular chocolate brands, you can't go wrong with classics like Godiva, Lindt, and Ferrero Rocher. These brands have established themselves as leaders in the chocolate industry, known for their high-quality ingredients and exquisite craftsmanship.

But for those looking for a unique twist on the traditional chocolate flavors, there are plenty of options to explore. Artisanal chocolatiers like Vosges Haut-Chocolat and Chuao Chocolatier offer an array of innovative flavors that are sure to impress. From exotic spices like cardamom and chipotle to unexpected combinations like bacon and sea salt, these chocolates push the boundaries of taste and deliver a truly one-of-a-kind experience.

Whether you prefer the tried-and-true flavors of popular chocolate brands or are adventurous enough to try something new, chocolates are a fail-proof gift option for Valentine's Day. They not only satisfy your sweet tooth but also make for a thoughtful and romantic present.

Flowers

One of the most popular gifts on Valentine's Day are flowers, known for their beauty and symbolism of love and affection. Flower arrangements have long been a traditional and romantic gesture, making them a top choice for couples and loved ones. Whether it's a classic bouquet of roses or a customized arrangement, flowers have the ability to convey deep emotions and create a lasting impression.

When it comes to purchasing flowers for Valentine's Day, many people turn to flower delivery services. These services offer convenience and the assurance that the flowers will be delivered fresh and on time. With just a few clicks, you can browse through a wide selection of flowers and choose the perfect arrangement for your loved one. Flower delivery services also often offer additional options such as chocolates, teddy bears, or balloons to complement the floral gift.

In recent years, there's been a growing trend of personalized flower arrangements. People are looking for unique and creative ways to express their love and appreciation. This has led to the rise of custom-made flower arrangements that include not only traditional blooms but also other elements such as succulents, orchids, or even preserved flowers. These personalized flower arrangements add a touch of exclusivity and thoughtfulness to the gift.

Jewelry

After exploring the popularity of flower arrangements on Valentine's Day, it's time to shift our focus to another highly sought-after gift: jewelry. When it comes to jewelry, popular gemstones like diamonds, rubies, and sapphires are often the go-to choices for expressing love and affection. These gemstones symbolize strength, passion, and loyalty, making them perfect for conveying deep emotions on this special day.

In recent years, customized jewelry has become a significant trend on Valentine's Day. Personalized pieces allow individuals to create unique and meaningful gifts that reflect their partner's personality and style. Engraved initials, birthstones, or even names can be added to rings, necklaces, or bracelets, adding a personal touch to the jewelry.

The rise of online jewelry shopping has made it easier than ever to find the perfect piece for your loved one. Online retailers offer a wide range of options, from traditional designs to contemporary styles. They often provide detailed product descriptions, high-quality images, and customer reviews to help you make an informed decision.

Whether you opt for a classic diamond necklace or a customized birthstone ring, gifting jewelry on Valentine's Day is a timeless way to show your love and appreciation. With popular gemstones and customized trends, you can find a piece that perfectly captures the essence of your relationship and creates a lasting memory.

Greeting Cards

Greeting cards are a popular choice for expressing heartfelt sentiments on Valentine's Day. They allow you to convey your feelings in a personal and thoughtful way.

Here are some key points about greeting cards on this special day:

Personalized messages: One of the main reasons why greeting cards are so popular is that they can be customized with personalized messages. You can write your own heartfelt words, making the card even more meaningful and special for your loved one.

E-cards vs. traditional cards: In recent years, electronic cards, or e-cards, have gained popularity due to their convenience and cost-effectiveness. E-cards can be easily sent via email or social media platforms. However, traditional cards still hold a special charm. The act of physically giving or receiving a card can have a more emotional impact.

Romantic Dinners

When it comes to celebrating Valentine's Day, one popular option for couples is to enjoy a romantic dinner together. The candlelight ambiance and intimate setting create a romantic atmosphere that couples seek on this special day.

Many restaurants offer special Valentine's Day menus that feature exquisite dishes and wine pairings, catering to the desire for a memorable dining experience. Couples can choose from a variety of cuisines, from classic French to contemporary fusion, to suit their tastes and preferences.

Restaurants often go the extra mile to create a romantic environment, with dim lighting, soft music, and beautiful table settings. Wine pairings are carefully curated to enhance the flavors of the dishes, offering a delightful sensory experience.

Whether it's a cozy bistro, an elegant fine dining establishment, or a quaint local eatery, couples can find the perfect spot to celebrate their love and enjoy a romantic dinner on Valentine's Day. Sharing a meal together provides an opportunity for couples to connect, savor delicious food, and create cherished memories in an intimate setting.

Conclusion

On Valentine's Day, chocolates, flowers, jewelry, greeting cards, and romantic dinners are the top-selling items. These gifts symbolize love, affection, and appreciation, making them popular choices for expressing heartfelt emotions.

The market demand for these products is driven by the desire to celebrate love and create lasting memories. So, whether it's a box of chocolates to savor or a beautiful bouquet to admire, people indulge in these meaningful gestures to make their loved ones feel cherished.

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theworldimworkingtowards · 1 year ago

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Farm and Garden Accountability:

Flower CSA

Stem Bar - build your own - Bouquet foliage building

Bouquets based on Fendi bags

Astrology Bouquets

Dinners having a living breathing bouquet (plant cuttings rooting in water/Elderberry) in the center for everyone to take home. Basil. Lotus flowers

Communal bouquet, have so many vases filled with flowers, let all attendants pick out a flower to place in the big vase, let everyone fill it out as they choose to and see what community created

Growing a section of a culinary garden that’s just foliage that’s used for folding and food packaging

Flower Fridge - to keep bouquets cool

Mushroom sex garden: Ejaculation logs 🪵- mushroom logs that look like genitalia. Mushrooms that need to penetrate ginger plants. Etc

Melody Center: Growing plants in containers of donated musical instruments. Succulents in the hole of recorders, gourds in trombones, vines through violins, grapes growing by harps, orchids on DJ equipment, Brussel sprout bells etc. having that little machine that plays music from plant vibrations present for demonstrations.

Clown garden in collaboration with a circus-Spilanthes. Amaranth. Cockscomb. Yarrow. Strawberry. Coral honeysuckle. Globe amaranth. Clematis. Amsonia blue ice. Rhubarb

Leopard spotted garden / animal print garden: White and black zigzags - Zebras + Spots of black eyed Susan - Leopard /Rarer animals and characteristics, like salamanders- Red or Orange Armyryllis

Display of ceramic Jugs for floral displays

Love letter seed box library (Seed library shaped like a love letter)

Astrology garden seed packets

12 of each seed packet- Libra- bleeding heart, mountain mint, Aries

Calendula house- having a silent safety net with calendula and sunflower or a series of garden plants that indicate this house is safe to seek rest and refuge in

Rose bushes shaped like a heart

Star garden in the form of black eyed Susan’s

Echinacea discolball shaped garden

Marigold sun

ana mendieta moss garden

Breakfast garden (garden full of plants that look like breakfast food. White Poppies with yellow centers, amaranth that looks like bacon, chives)

Egg garden (white flowers with a yellow flower center)

Tea Garden-Chamomile. Rose. Lavender. Lemon balm. Elderberry. Ginger root. Raspberry. Echinacea. Catnip. Bergamot. Strawberry. Juniper

Raised garden bed shaped like a hand

Plant growing in rain boot

Bouquet fundraiser. Bouquet for everyone who donates a certain amount for the [blank]

Gardens in the shape of clothes and then allowing them to grow past their bounds to emphasize the natural movements and pathways in a living environment’s formation and also the need for clothing to run its course

Anthropoid hotel

Garden in the shape of the [blank] lakes

Indigenous darkness garden- spirit garden- offering garden - allowance for demons and vengefuls and indifferent but powerful entities to soar and move and pass through like a fence of protections

Having dark / black plants / having plants with powerful energies like the one poisonous moon flower, having plants that flower at night, having plants whose shapes curl and form and twist, plants that offer moth home and nourishment, Cyepress, cedar, grasses with stripes, plants that hold things at bay, like willow and sweet grass, fish in the pond of the garden, black trees like the one elderberry variety,

Garden that spells out sustain

Hiding native plants and tools in a cooler and beach bag with a towel. Look and dress like tourists and sneakily plant plants and seeds

Exotic spices garden- Saffron, Ginger, Lemongrass, Vanilla Orchids, Fennel, Sumac, Lavender, Amaranth, Cardamom, Jasmine, Garlic (for Black Garlic), Shizo, rose. passionflower, Persian Basil

Bathroom bouquet - Flowers and Arrangements that are heavily scented and release oils in moisture. Lavender, eucalyptus, other mint family plants like sage

Ancestral bouquets - plants that have ancestral spirit-medicine like amaranth, marigold, rose, and more

Sex Work Garden:

Vines. Red Kitten Spinach. Strawberries. Grapes. Cherry tree. Red Velvet Okra. Strawberry spinach. Osmin Basil. Cinnamon Basil. Licorice Basil. Red Roses. Globe Eggplant. Sweet bay magnolia. Spice bush. Lotus. Bee Hive. Carnivorous plant greenhouse with fig tree. Passionflower. Orchids. Red Dahlias. Clematis (leather flower). Chokecherry.

Native plant bouquets:

4 judges,

3 top picks,

Widdling it down to 1st 2nd 3rd

Basic bouquet template printed out: two different foliages, filler flower, flower to give height, ‘star’ flower, flower to fill in any missing spots

Intention: The indigenous plants cultivated and tended to prior to contact and that have survived throughout colonization are beautiful and abundant in the ways they nourish us and our senses. Responsibly foraged and tended Native bouquets as a love letter to the land

Invasive plant bouquets

4 judges,

3 top picks,

Widdling it down to 1st, 2nd, 3rd

Basic bouquet template printed out: two different foliages, filler flower, flower to give height, ‘star’ flower, flower to fill in any missing spots

Intention: Many of the plants that were brought here, were brought here as food and medicine, or for their beauty. Invasive plants are just wildflowers, native trees and vines from other homelands, and this is a way to honor the plant as a source of nourishment while doing our part to make sure we’re taking care of the environment and it’s contexts sustainably

Having a fabric / dye garden with patron saints hung like scarecrows. A black turtleneck dyed black with tree of heaven in a nestle of tree of heaven. A red dress in a madder dye bed. Indigo blue scarf wrapped between crown of thorns in indigo field. Green cargo pants hung in clover field.

Medicinal first aid kit garden

Cascading pitcher plant deck entrance

Wampum grass bouquet - pink/purple/white grasses and floral purple bouquets

#self accountability

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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A Bloom In Time Ch1 A Princess Of Flowers Lost

A non-beating heart is a bad thing to most, but not a bad thing if you were already dead and didn't need anything like that of course. Snatcher is a complicated spook that already has everything he wants now and with two little kids constantly playing in his woods and asking him to join, he has more than enough of this mushy love anyways. But when a familiar face and secret pops up, it may prove that the beating of love may still come from beyond the grave.

Would it be so wrong to say I love you when you obviously didn't love me back the way I loved you? Would it be wrong to say I would I like you more than any other thing when you didn't see me more than a stranger? Would it be so wrong to want to hold you when you would be confused at my touch? Would there be any world where we were aloud to be together, with your hair flowing like rose petals and eyes of the beautiful blue sky. Where no one would stop them and no duties got in their way.....But it wasn't meant to be because no amount of begging or asking would probably change the way you see me right now. The smile I'm giving you as you talk about the flowers like they were your proud children and you were mother nature. You would make the best mother nature. With your fiery passion and gentle kindness. You always listened to me. Didn't pressure me to picking. Always smiled and never EVER treated me as some fairytale prince I wasn't, which is why after all these years of knowing you and loving someone who I know definitely loves me, but for all the wrong reasons, and as much as I love her back...I think I love you more.

"Your Highness? Are you alright?"

He snapped out of it and yellow eyes blinked up at the lady who's stolen his heart. The fairytale romantic love of a Queen with beautiful blonde hair and emerald eyes was the first to catch him heart and he fell hard for her, but overtime that vision started to blur into one of fiery red passion and smelt of flowers. He could imagine his Queen in a wedding dress of pure white and covered in lace, but now he couldn't get the idea of how the maiden with red hair would look shyly looking at him in a dress of white, flowers in her hair and a red hue to her face as he held her close, wedding bells sounding as he promised her he would always love her. Forever.....But he should get his head out of the clouds. From the day he was born, his parents and Vanessa's mother had an arranged marriage for the two royals, and he didn't think even though she was Queen now, she'd let him go so soon with how attached she was....and how forcing his parents were about this. So he smiled at the confused face on the beautiful woman with hair of the rose.

"I'm perfectly fine. Vanessa's just been....A b-bit cranky lately. So I wanted to surprise her with some flowers today. M-Maybe that'll help calm her down. "

That got her attention when she rose a brow at him and asked a question that made him flinch. "Is this like the time she banned everyone here from eating bacon?"

He waved her off. "N-No, no. She was only concerned about my health, a-and she's right. Bacon has too much fat. I could loose a few more pounds and eat healthier.''

Her beautiful blue eyes ran over him with a raised brow. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn't and instead smiled and pointed a hand to the flowers around her in her stand. "Well, how can I help you this time, Prince-y? We have a fifty percent discount on mixed wild daisies this week, more sprouted up than expected, but they smell great and multicolored. A colorful rainbow bouquet would brighten up anyone's day!"

He looked at the many flowers she was pointing to and smiled and nodded. "Y-Yeah. Vanessa's loves any flowers I give her! These are perfect! You know what, I'll take some thanks!"

She smiled and went to work on getting the flowers. Cutting them and getting the pretty pink paper to wrap them in so he could present them to his beloved Queen. He couldn't help but smile at the gentle way she handled the flowers ...but remembered. He didn't have any pons to pay her with. He spent the last on them on getting Vanessa an anniversary gift yesterday after she insisted he'd better do something to make her happy and 'prove he still loved her by not forgetting. And he didn't. He got her a beautiful bracelet with beautiful blue saphires studded into it and was getting her flowers on top of that....But- When she turned back to him with a smile, flowers ready to go...It was like it was stupid but-...He immediately held up the bracelet to her without question, smile on his own face. She blinked at the sudden gift held out to her before looking back up to his face in question.

"Take it. I-...I-I got three others at home just like it," he lied with a smile but it felt like the right thing to do at the time, "Besides. I-I don't have any pons on me right now."

He stared at him more. "Oh, no. I couldn't!" She held up her hands. "I couldn't possibly just accept it like that. Here." She held the flowers out to him. "You buy so much anyways. This time it's on the house."

"NO!" He insisted. Gently placing the small bracelet into her hand while staring into her eyes. "I may be a prince but even Im not above getting things for free just because I buy a lot of it. You obviously put so much work into growing such beautiful flowers and I won't let hard work like that go under paid."

They ended up just holding hands unintentionally for a few seconds as they talked and smiled. Neither noticed the beautiful golden sunshine haired woman with beautiful green emerald eyes suddenly stopping and watching from the dark corner of the alleyway. She stared in absolutely horror as she watched her prince, her beloved perfect prince holding hands with a...a...A PEASANT GIRL!! This girl with bland red hair that looked like it was dunked in tacky red paint and gotten red splotches all over her face, dirt smudging her tacky dress and obviously dirty and not fit for anyone other than another low life peasant like herself. AND YET THERE THEY WERE!! Holding hands, smiling, and giggling like they were...A Happy couple..NO! NO!! HE WASN'T ALLOWED TO LOOK AT ANYONE LIKE THAT!! HE WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT!! HER! THE ONE WITH EYES OF EMERALD GREEN AND PERFECT HAIR SHINIER THAN GOLD!! FAIR SKIN AND BELOVED BY HER KINGDOM!! RICH AND COULD GIVE HIM ANYTHING HE ASKED!! THEY WERE THE ONES THAT WERE SUPPOSED TO GET MARRIED WITHIN A YEAR'S TIME!! THEY WERE GOING TO ADOPT ONE OF THE CHILDREN FROM THE VILLAGE TOGTHER!! HE COULDN'T WAIT TO HAVE A CHILD BUT SHE WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL A FEW YEARS INTO THEIR MARRIAGE BEFORE HAVING ONE!! IT WAS GOING TO BE THE PERFECT THING FOR THEIR IMAGE!! ADOPTING A CHILD OF NONE ROYAL BLOOD AND LOOK LIKE ONE OF THOSE FAIRYTALE STORIES!! THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO DO THAT TOGETHER AND HE'S.....He's holding hands with someone who's not fit to even be in their story beyond a lowly subject!! With tears stinging her eyes she hiccupped and turned to run back into the darkness of the alley, if she would've stayed a little longer she would've seen the florist hand over the bouquet of flowers meant for her to he beloved prince and him paying her with the golden bracelet. The movement out of the corner of his eye made him look towards the swift movement and he easily recognized that fancy green dress running back into the shadow of the alleyway.

He jumped almost dropping the flowers he was just handed. "Vanessa!?" The florist looked to where he was looking but didn't see the woman that dashed into the alleyway as he stared in confusion. "Vanessa?.....Why did she run away so suddenly?"

...The florist shrugged lightly with a smile. "Maybe she was embarrassed she walked in on you getting her flowers?", she suggested.

....He gave a smile. "OH! Of course! She's considerate l-like that." He gave an almost nervous smile and turned back to her before bowing. "T-Thank you for your help once again...Ms. Poppy."

She waved her hand. "Oh, don't mention it! It's always to see just a nice man be so considerate and give the gal he loves so many flowers."

The gal he loved...Heh. He guessed that was true. He still loved Vanessa in some way or another...but lately..he wasn't too sure about things, but he was sure she was right. Vanessa was just in a bad place for a few years. Her mother was sick and dying slowly, she just got crowned Queen a month ago after her mother had an accident, her new duties were overwhelming her, and with him still doing his princely studies about law it musn't be easy for her. But like any betrothed, he was going to try and work through these problems together. But he still couldn't stop smiling after he left the Florist to her work. Cute freckles and blue eyes clouding his vision. He was sure as soon as Vanessa saw these flowers she would perk right up! She always enjoyed it when he brought her gifts like these- OH! How wrong he was. As soon as he got to the manor, Vanessa's vacation spot away from her huge castle, everything suddenly felt....off somehow. Like a tense and thick aura was in the air, so thick one would have to use a battle axe to cute through it, but upon further searching he found her. Vanessa, his beloved Queen with golden hair, weeping in one of the hallways, back faced to him and of course the sight pained him. What could've brought her to this state of being?

"Vanessa?!" She flinched when he shouted her name and came near her. The sound of his footsteps stopping just behind her. "Sweetheart? W-Why are you crying?" Sudden worry came over him. Oh no. Did she think he forgot their anniversary?! That made him hold out the flowers with a giant smile. "Don't cry. I-I got you these! Look. A-Aren't they beautiful?"

".....How could you betray me, Philip?" Her voice growled out. And he took a step back, was it just him or was the room suddenly darker? They needed to open up the blinds more. But the shadows seemed to come from her as she growled again in a voice that was clearly NOT the sugary sweet voice of his beloved maiden. And betrayl?? What was she talking about? "How could you CHEAT ON ME!? AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!! ALL OUR LIVES WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!!" Her form slouched over as the shadows continued to consume her and her once beautiful emerald eyes twitched with a red of rage and anger he'd never seen before tears beginning to consume her eyes, or the one eye that was exposed to him at the moment. He froze just staring at her in horror as the same distorted voice asked another question. "How could you give your heart to that PEASANT GIRL!?"

He stared at her in absolute fear as she growled like some wild animal at him, "W-WHAT?! You mean-...N-NO!! Nonono! You have it all wrong!" He held up the flowers with a strained scared smile. "I wasn't cheating on you! I would NEVER cheat on you! I was paying her and got you these! S-She grows the most beautiful flowers in the land, and you deserve no less than the best!"

"LIAR!!" The not-Vanessa shrieked like she was a banshee making him almost drop the flowers. "I SAW YOU HOLDING HANDS!! AND LAUGHING AT HER JOKES!! FUNNY HUH?! WELL I HOPE PLAYING ME FOR A FOOL WAS WORTH IT, PHILIP!! GUARDS!!"

As if being summoned out of thin air, two heavy footsteps of the iron dressed guards came stomping down the hallway and like an idiot he looked back to her with pleading eyes. "Vanessa! I wasn't I swear to you! I was merely paying her for the flowers n-not giggling at her jokes! AAH!!" He yelped in fright when he was suddenly surrounded. two giant armored arms snatched him and wouldn't let go!

She giggled without any humor. "Oh, Philip. You played me the fool for so long perhaps a punishment is in order for you. Take him to the celler and CHAIN HIM!!! I never want to see his face again.....And then seeze the florist. No crime against me shall go unpunished."

WHAT?! POPPY!! "W-WHAT?! VANESSA, PLEASE NO!!" Two arms latched onto him and no matter how much he kicked and struggled he couldn't get out of their grasp. The flowers dropped to the ground as he reached out for her one last time. Her tears forming deadly ice to match her cold heart. "P-PLEASE!! DON'T HURT HER!! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!! VANESSA!! NOOOOO!!!"

He weeped and weeped when he was painfully suspended in the air by his wrists. The coldness taking over him as he hiccuped and mumbled to himself and choked on those tears. He didn't know how long he stayed down there actually. TIme flies when you couldn't see what was happening but he was sure he never stopped crying for all that time as he got weaker, and weaker. Just getting colder and colder as the cold seeped into his very core...he was almost gone. Looking back up towards the ceiling and through his tears he wondered what was going on up there. He couldn't hear anything but he hoped Poppy was alright. He'd never forgive himself if Vanessa did anything rash. He hiccuped. His beloved queen. This was all his fault.

"I-Im sorry. IM SORRY! IM SORRY!! IM SO SORRY!!" He yelled to the empty air knowing full well no one could hear him. But Vanessa was not the one he was apologizing to. The maiden of feiry red hair and ocean blue eyes. "I-Im s-so sorry, Poppy. *hic*"

The cold crept further and his body felt light, somehow his shadow was extending, his life force fading into it as those handsome brown eyes closed to the darkness and numbing-

"I-...love-..."

The shadows and darkness consumed him. The shadow enlarging and morphing and contorted into a being of power and enhanced abilities. A gasp escaped the creature as it looked down at itself. At the same time moonlight shown through the window and what was left of the prince and his willpower faded away into the moonlight, so when the creature looked behind it, the prince was gone from the chained wall. The prince with his heart split into two by his heart splitting between two and found attachment in two very powerful elements of dark and light. Moonshine and shadows. The creature looked down at his new self....feeling his grin widen and a powerful laugh that many would come to fear vibrating around the basement of his new found freedom.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!''

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"GAH!!"

Something wacked his head and he immediately jumped to the air. If he still had lungs he would probably be panting and looking around wildly around the room he was in. No cold walls caging him in. No coldness seeping into him. No Vanessa or chains or....Poppy. Instead a small pale little girl was staring up at him with concern as she watched his confused face darting around the area....He was on her ship. Her strange cute ship of the small seven year old in front of him. He had been laying on the pile of pillows she had and looking around the area as if he was afraid for a moment. Before he sighed in releif and reached up a clawed hand to rub at his head and hair. Staring down at the little girl standing upon the pile of pillows, holding one dangling in her hand, which he guessed must've been the thing that wacked. He sighed again and slowly lowered himself down look at her better.

"Kid. It's already pass your bedtime probably. What are you doing up?"

Her head tilted and those blue eyes blinked at him before a tiny hand reached out and poked his face where a nose should obviously be if he was human and he rose a brow. "Boop!"

"....Did you really just wack me with a pillow for THAT? Kiddo, you should really find better reasons to wake me up." Two clawed hands gently reached down and picked her up from under the arms. She dropped the pillow from her hold and instinctively wrapped her arms around him as he floated her back down to her bed, the covers were already pulled back from her getting up and her friend snored away happily on the floor next to her bed....He made a mental note to get her a bed sometime. Bow couldn't be expected to keep laying like that on the hard floor, he gently placed the young child on the bed and went to pull the covers back over her-

"You were mumbling something funny." She said making him stop and blink at her.

"Oh yeah?" She nodded. Dang nightmares. He barely had any, but he still got the occasional blast from the past. Wasn't being a cursed prince fun? He pulled the blankets up and she snuggled down with her stuffed toys he hand crafted for her. "And uh..What exactly did you hear me say?"

She shrugged again as she was recovered and he started tucking her in. "Your head was in the pillows." He went to roll his eyes when something grabbed onto his hand. And he looked at her wide excited smile spread across her face. "Can you tell me a story?"

"Squirt, I already read you the one you wanted with the space unicorns," he grumbled remembering the ridiculous book the girl begged him to read to her.

"Yeah. But I always sleep better with a story, and if I don't sleep I'll get up and bother you again." She gave him that cat lipped smug face and he groaned lifting a hand to rub his face and look down at the child in the bed. Before sighing and giving in. She was right. He'd done this too many times to not expect a sudden pillow attack from the hyper story deprived child.

"Fine." He turned back to the bookshelf by her bed and looked over the many childish covers. "Which one do you want now? Space Adentures? Starella? Planets and Star Maps?"

"Your story!"

He paused, and snapped his head to her wide eyed. "What?"

She giggled and turned to her side yawning a bit before speaking. "I want you to tell me one of your stories."

..."My stories eh?" She nodded and he hummed. That..wasn't a very good idea. All the books he read were either lawyer/law books (what better way to help make his contracts better) and scary or mysteries books that were uh...N-Not suitable for children her age lets say. Plus he didn't have any on him at the moment so he guessed he could just make one up? How hard could making up a story for a kid be. She'll fall asleep if he just told her a story about a talking flower making friends with a bumble bee. His hand reached up to rub at his head again before looking at her now clutching the C.A.W agent plus he made her after telling him her adventures in the movie studio. ..."Ok, Ok! I'll tell you one I witnessed a long time ago....In a book. But you gotta promise to go to sleep." She hummed 'Mmm-hmm' and smiled patiently at the ghost who groaned and rolled his eyes again. Why was he doing this?...Well he just had a nightmare about his death-again- and talking about it even twisting the details sounded nice. Not that he'd ever admit it to the little girl. "Once upon a time there was a beautiful flower Princess named Poppy, and a-"

"Pop? Why is she named after a soda?", the kid interrupted blinking confused and he scowled.

"Not 'soda pop'. Poppy. Poppy is a kind of flower on this planet, Kid. Now don't be a rude little lady and let me finish the story unless you want to be grounded from them." She shut up and curled back down into the covers to his satisfaction. "Good. Now like I was saying! There was a flower princess POPPY not soda pop, an evil which named....'Veronica', and a stupid, stupid king." She raised her hand like in a classroom. "....*sigh* Yes?"

"Why was he a stupid, stupid king?"

"You'll see. Now" He grabbed her lamp and pulled the shade off, letting more light flood everywhere and she blinked at the sudden brightness, which a snap of his powers shadows slithered up the wall and formed the outlines of three people. Two women with their dresses and one wearing a witch hat, and a man wearing a crown. They moved as he talked and she watched amazed. "You see. WAY, WAY back before your great granny was even born there was these three. Like I said the Flower Princess was very beautiful. Her hair was a rose red and her skin was as soft a-as their petals. She had the most wonderful patience listeningto her friend The Stupid King, and his p-problems...."His face saddened for a moment as the king and princess shadows held hands platonically...."B-But..she didn't know the king was in love with her. You see...He was too cowardly to tell her or anyone else because he was betrothed to the Evil witch Veronica-" ANother raised hand. "...Yes?"

"What does 'betoofed' mean?"

"Betrothed, Kid. Not betoofed. You know contracts right? How you legally have to follow them because you promised to?" She nodded. "Well basically means the Stupid King promised to marry the witch a long time ago."

..She cocked her head. "But he doesn't love her. That's not like Starella and the Milky Way Prince. They fell in love before they got married."

He chuckled. Even a seven year old could clearly see the stupid logic in arranged marriages and she didn't even comprehend them yet. And his situation, but he shrugged before making the king turn around and ....ECK!! Kiss the hand of the witch who looked like she was giggling. "Well, you're wrong. He DID love her. A long, long time ago before she became evil."

"Why didn't he break with her like in the movies?"

He shrugged. "Promises are sometimes h-hard to break for some people. And he still cared about her in some way, the witch was really, really pretty too, and I guess he just couldn't see past her beauty and wanted to try and make things right."

"That doesn't sound like a healthy relationship." She held up a hand in knowing. "Conductor always says*ahem*!!" She tried to do a bad impression of the old bird and he smiled. "Lassie! If ye ever get yerself whatever the aliens call a wife, at thee first sign of trrrrrouble ask 'er if she loves the money ya makes with mah' movies. If she says yas, she's a no good golddigger and leave before she takes ye kids and house and most of ye money too!!"

He laughed a couple times and Bow stirred in her sleeping bag. Not waking up but almost as he stared at the proud Hat child. "Well that's good advice kid. But she wasn't a golddigger-"....His face slowly contorted to a scowl and looked down. "She was in love with a fairytale. She loved the Stupid King for being like a King from a story. She never loved him for who he really was as long as her fairytale wasn't tampered with. She was clingy, selfish, nothing was never good enough unless it was expensive, and she demanded all his attention all the time. ....Until one fateful day-" He waved his three fingered hand at the shadows and it contorted until it showed the witch with slated eye holes and the king and princess holding hands....platonically of course. "The witch saw the King And Flower Princess holding hands...AS JUST FRIENDS." He stressed. "Nothing romantic. Just two friends holding hands for a little bit. And she got really, really jealous. In fact she got so jealous-" The shadows contorted to the king looking sad behind a cage. "-she blamed him for breaking her heart and locked him away forever. And then she-" The shadows again contorted to show the witch still angry and this time over a cauldron. "-cursed the Stupid King's and Princess's kingdoms. All the plants died, all the animals ran away, and everyone...." he couldn't say they froze to death! "..T-They moved on from there. But karma struck her good and-" She raised her hand again. "...What now?"

"What's 'karma'??"

"It means he got revenge. Justice? Whichever one you wanna call it." The shadows formed to show the king opening the door to the cage and running. "The Stupid King managed to escape and get free, but the Witch's spell backfired. She cursed herself too and was trapped forever in her home, the black magic keeping her inside the cave she dug, but it was too late. The Princess was gone and he never saw her again. The shadows formed one more image of the King holding a flower with his head down in shame."

"WHAT?!" Bow stirred again and Snatcher shushed her. "He never saw her again?" She asked more quietly. "But that's not fair! He loved her so much!"

He shrugged sadly and put the lamp shade back on, making the shadows disappear and he sighed, "It's not all bad. He's free and he got to go rule again without worrying without pleasing anyone else. Not all stories have a happy ending kid, even if it's half decent like this." He stared down to the floor with a frown...before reaching over and ruffling her hair which she giggled at. "It's also a very important lesson. Don't let yourself be blinded in bad situations and don't let someone use you like that. Ok?"

"I'm never gonna fall in love! Yuck!!" She stuck her tongue out and he smiled.

"Good, good. You don't need to fall in love when ...well you're stuck as a kid for all eternity with me now don't you?"

"NOPE!! I don't like that mushy stuff anyways!"

He smiled wider. "Good. Good. Now go to sleep. I need all the energy you can get to fix the well tomorrow."

She giggled again but yawned and slowly closed her eyes and snuggled back into the blackets. As he smiled he looked back to the giant windows, as he looked to the darkned and frozen abyss of the planet they were above a frown slowly returned to the ghostly prince's face as he slowly floated over to the window. Placing a cold hand to the cool glass and watching as it slowly ticked by and he sighed once again.

"Sorry, Princess. I had to be the stupid king to do that."

"Snatcher...I can't sleep. Can I have a glass of water?" The Kid's voice piped up again and he chuckled.

"Sure, kid."

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Daliah stepped into the room and placed a bouquet of water hemlock on the desk while kit arranged disgusting candy canes "Possum, Mac and cheese, bacon, and I'm feeling fancy so sardine flavor."

Kit is currently dumping out miss Karen's mints and is replacing them with ketchup and bacon candy

Raiden smirked and put in pickle candy and hot tamales candy. “She’s gonna rinse her mouth out with soap for a week.”

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themultifandomgal · 3 years ago

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Peaky Blinders- First Date

Arthur

After the war you became a nurse at the local hospital where you saw the Shelby brothers often. One day Arthur came in with a black eye and split lip, asking you to help clean him up. That's when Arthur asks you out on your first date together. Your first date was actually very romantic.

Arthur started off the evening by knocking on your door, dressed in a suit with a bouquet of flowers in his hand

"Well don't you scrub up well Mr Shelby?" you smile

"Ugh thank you" he nervously scratches the back of his neck "these are for you" he hands you the flowers

"Thank you. Come in for a minute while I find a vase" you open the door up for him more. Arthur follows you in and closed the door behind you both. You walk into the kitchen and bend down to get a vase out of the cupboard, then arrange them in the clear vase. You turn back around to see Arthur staring at you. You took your hair behind your ear "are you ready to go?" ask

"Yeah, come on" Arthur holds out his arm for you to hold. You walk out of your house, locking up behind you and making your way to his car.

Arthur takes you out for an amazing meal then takes you to the pictures, ending the night with a kiss on his cheek.

Tommy

Your first date with Tommy was going riding together. You ride over to a field full of flowers where

"Tommy this is beautiful, how'd you find out about this place?"

"My mother you'd to bring us here, it's my quiet place" you notice that there's a shift in Tommy's behaviour. You're happy that you get to see this side of him, the side not many people see, not even his own family. During the date Tommy asks about you and your life, while also flirting a lot with you.

John

Although you had arranged marriage, John still sets up a date of sorts. The night of your marriage you felt uncomfortable sleeping with your now husband, but he's so sweet about it and you just sleep in separate rooms. The following day John attempts to cook breakfast for you so you can sit and get to know each other, but he burns it all

"Oh John look at the smoke coming off that bacon" you giggle

"Damn it" John throws the utensils onto the counter top

"Here. Let me help" you take over putting fresh rashes of bacon on the hot pan. The rest of the morning is spent you showing John how to cook breakfast.

Finn

You and Finn would often hang out together, but your first proper date was at the pictures. Finn had bought your ticket and large tub of popcorn, which you both shared. Just like the movies you both of you went to take a handful an your hands touch. Awkwardly for the rest of the movie you both keep your hands to yourselves but on the way home you end up holding hands. And of course Polly and Add have to embarrass you both in front of the other Shelby siblings

"How was your date? I hope you actually watched the film" Ada asks

"Seriously Ada?" Finn whines

"Ada is right. If your anything like your older brothers then.."

"Pol leave em alone" Tommy rescues you as your face turns bright red

"Don't corrupt YN now" Ada laughs.

Michael

You and Michael went for a pic-nic for your first date. Polly had made most of the food, but Michael did try bless him. On the date you talked about life, how he was taken from Polly from a young age with his sister and how your parents passed away so you got a job with the Shelby's, them looking after you like your one of their own. You enjoy Michaels company and although your first date was simple, it was all you needed to know that you were already falling for this man

"Today was lovely Michael"

"So does this mean a second date is in the cards?" you chuckle at his nervousness

"Yes it does"

Isaiah

Of course your first date was at the Garrison, Tommy, Arthur and John were supervising the date making sure neither of you drank to much and Isaiah kept his hands to himself. If he did get a little handsey (not that you minded) your brothers were there to remind him

"Take you hand off her leg if you still want hands" Arthur would grunt out occasionally.

Alfie

Alfie had set up your date the next time you came to London for business. He took you to one of his favourite restaurants. On arrive it was empty

"Couldn't be to carful, don't want your brothers finding out. They'll 'ave me head" you chuckle at this response

"It's perfect Alfie. Thank you" Alfie was a true gentleman all evening, starting with pulling your chair out for you and opening the car door up when you left. You most definitely will be coming to London a lot more.

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meltingpotimagines · 4 years ago

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Husband!Hawks

this mans

is not husband material

but!

for the right girl? he may be willing to play the part

listen, mans may not be a simp but he is cHARMING okay? he got potential

besides he’s lowkey a simp for the right girl but whatever

was very romantic when he proposed

managed to rent out an entire park perks of being the #2 hero

decked out a gazebo with fairy lights, candles, and rose petals

considered making a heart with the rose petals but decided just scattering them around would be classier and less cheesy

set up a picnic with a basket f u l l of food

sandwiches, cheese, fruit, desserts, the works

and ofc a bottle of champagne bc tonight you two would be celebrating

or so he hoped

you wouldn’t say no right?

i mean who could say no to that gorgeous face pHEW

pulled out the ring box right as you swallowed the last of the macaron you’d been nibbling on

his heart sped up as your eyes widened, a breathless ‘keigo’ escaping your lips

“i know you might not be ready, but the more i get to know you, the more i realize that i don’t want to live the rest of my life without you. you’re the girl of my dreams, and i never want to wake up. would you marry me?”

“are you s t u p i d? ofc i will!”

his grin has never been as bright as it was at that moment

slipped the ring onto your finger and immediately pulled you into his arms and took off into the air

slowed your assent as you two soared above the clouds and spun around, unable to contain his joy

gazed at your face with those golden eyes, taking in your beauty, before giving you the sweetest, most tender kiss you’ve ever felt

oh boy the wedding

when i tell you this was an e v e n t i mean anyone who was anyone wanted to go to this wedding

but only those that were close to the two of you were invited

haha suckerrrs

somehow got all might to officiate

who knew all might could officiate weddings?

certainly neither of you

no one really knows how that decision came to be but i mean no one was complaining either so

he let you make all the decisions except for one

the flowers

he h a d to be involved in the flowers

he appreciates pretty flora and if the bouquets and floral arrangements at his wedding weren’t the prettiest possible he would n o t be satisfied

teared up as you walked down the aisle (which he will neither confirm nor deny)

not that he wasn’t lookin’ mighty fine too

just imagine: tan suit with a black button up and a gold tie, gold cufflinks with a ruby set in each

i know those are his costume colors but he looks good in them so y’all can fight me

dipped you for your first kiss as husband and wife to everyone’s amusement

best believe a few different cameras caught that

the timing of the wedding was planned out so the reception was held at night

semi-sheer white tents and custom black ten-feet tall candelabras

the soft glow from the candles combined with the moonlight made for the perfect dreamy vibe

he managed to find a florist that could dye white roses black and cover them them with a thin layer of gold glitter

was it necessary? no

did it look good? heck yeah

the gold glitter shined beautifully against the black roses

tho

the way your eyes sparkled as you danced with him was far more captivating

you two had flown up into the sky to dance your first dance together

your silhouettes against the bright moon made for a perfect picture

the only reason you ended up coming down was because neither of you had eaten much that day and a guy’s gotta eat

he gonna need stamina later *winky face*

you cannot convince me the man wouldn’t insist on fried chicken

like a whole buffet table of different flavors

but i mean fried chicken is good so can’t blame him

everyone expected him to smear some cake on your face when he fed you that first piece

instead wiped off the frosting that got on your lips with his thumb and licked it off

your best friend caught t h a t one on camera and will never stop teasing you about how flustered you got

he kept up a great image of a polite host but on the inside he was ready to g o

it had been a long day and he was ready love on his wife

heh

wife

he likes the sound of that

peppers your face with kisses on the ride home

yeah yeah i know h o n e y m o o n but where y’all were goin’ was forever away and mans just wants to shower you with affection as soon as possible (esp considering he had to keep his hands off you all day since you two never had a moment alone)

scoops you up the second you’re out of the car and carries you over the threshold

gives you a soft kiss before putting you down

and that’s the last soft kiss you’re gonna get for the night lolllll

definitely the type to make you breakfast in the morning

also the type to cook in nothing but an apron and boxers but anyway

you better be up in time to see that sight bc if not, you’re getting breakfast in bed not that i’d complain

he’s not the best cook but mans can manage some bacon and eggs

plus some fresh fruit bc it makes it more visually appealing and less like he doesn’t really know how to cook

he set the tray on your lap and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his side so your head can rest on his chest as you two munch on breakfast

there’s something so soothing about the sound of his heartbeat

a soft little rhythm that nearly puts you back the sleep

didn’t help that he was unconsciously running his fingertips along your arm, drawing random squiggles and shapes

will tilt your head up by the chin every so often to give you a little peck on the lips

if you do fall asleep, he’ll just gaze at you softly while lightly tracing your features

still can’t process that you’re married

someone actually loved him enough to marry him

there was someone that didn’t just admire or use him bc of his quirk

didn’t give him attention purely bc he’s the number 2 hero

you saw all his flaws and shortcomings and insecurities and loved him regardless

if he’s dreaming, please don’t wake him up

you cleaning him wings for him is something he loves so much

it’s such an intimate task that makes him feel cared for

loved

how much time you take in cleaning them and how tenderly you handle each wing

it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

it’s nice being taken care of for once, esp when he’s always taking care of others

absolutely loves taking you on night flights

will take you in his arms and just soar above the clouds

with the clouds below you and the stars above, it feels like you two are the only people that exist

definitely dances with you during some of those flights

wraps one arm more tightly around your waist and take your hand in his and just… slowly spins in the air

it doesn’t look like much but when you’re just looking into each other’s eyes, it feels like the most romantic and intimate moment you could ask for

your life is quite literally in his hands but you’ve never felt safer

even more so when you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook

his arms wound securely around your waist, the comforting smell of his scent, the kisses he presses to your temple every so often

it feels like home

likes startling/scaring you a lot

will sneak into the house after work just so he can tap on your shoulder from behind

the gasp you let out as you freak out for half a second never fails to amuse him the jerk

will always make it up to you with long, deep kiss

if he gets home late after a long day he’ll just crawl into bed and pull you into his arms before burying his face into your hair

no talking, just breathes in your scent before he crashes

he sleeps really well like that, but, although he won’t admit it, he sleeps best when you hold him, his face buried in your chest

he feels warm and safe, like it’s okay to be vulnerable for once

absolutely flirts with you while at work

probably definitely sends you a few spicy pics or texts

it gives him such smug satisfaction knowing the affect he has on you when he’s not even physically there

picks up take-out when he knows your too tired to or would rather not cook

like to back hug you and wrap you up with his wings

9/10 times will bury his face in your neck and nuzzle

sometimes if he spots you while on patrol, he’ll fly over and flirt with you

“how you doin’, gorgeous? the name’s hawks. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a neighborhood like this?”

sir, this is one of the safest areas in the city pLS-

but if you actually a r e in danger? oh boy

no one, and i mean no one, touches his girl

honestly i’d rather fight bakugo one on one than deal with keigo’s wrath

he’s one of the chillest people you will ever meet, but when he’s that mad? s c a r y

will keep a close watch on you for a while after that

asks you to always let him know where you’ll be and to text him when you get home

definitely considered installing a tracking app on your phones

he’ll calm down eventually, but for the moment he’s extremely anxious

although he certainly tried his best to hide it

he didn’t want to stress you out too, especially if you had any anxieties from it yourself

he was just afraid to lose you

he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

after all, you’re the most precious thing in the world to him and he loves you more than he could ever put into words

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