#if you could only take the chance and say something or do something or take the shot

[nereidprinc3ss]

belladonna

in which you have to get your tetanus shot, and spencer is there to hold your hand. and… tease you. just a little bit. (bandages universe)

fluff warnings/tags: needles/r has needle phobia, flirty!reader, idiots in love, teasing, not established relationship yet, anxiety, Spencer makes a joke abt his addiction, did I mention IDIOTS IN LOVE a/n: works as a standalone, as do all the bandages fics I believe. anyway hope u like! <3

“Spencer, I don’t think I can do this.”

He sets down his shoddy hospital coffee and grabs your knee to stop your leg from its rapid bouncing, exerting a gentle pressure when you don’t immediately comply.

“Yes, you can. Just breathe, okay? Try to relax. It’s much harder for your brain to remain in fight-or-flight if your body is relaxed.”

“No, it’s—I feel like I can’t breathe right now,” you say, chest constricted in a vice of panic. “I think my heart is beating too fast, I—”

Footsteps approach from the hallway and your head snaps up, cold dread filling every vein in your body—but they continue past your door.

“Oh my god, I’m losing it. I’m going to die here,” you rave, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. The gauze wrapped around your hand presses against your brow and beneath it a cut throbs dully—a cruel reminder of what it is that you’re doing here in the first place.

Spencer gives up on trying to make you stop bouncing your leg, and instead the hand travels to your jaw to find your pulse. His fingers feel cool against your warmed skin, accentuating the constant thrum of your heart. You watch his face anxiously as fifteen seconds go by. 

“Your pulse is pretty high,” he admits gravely, returning his hands to his pockets. Your brow knits at his sudden solemnity as you look up at him. “I’m not a medical doctor, but… we might have to take you to the hospital.”

Any trace of worry withers from your face. “Truly hilarious.”

The corner of his mouth turns up a little.

“See? You’re calm enough to make a sarcastic joke at my expense. If you were actually going to die I doubt you would be able to do that.”

“Wanna make a bet?” you snap.

“Definitely not,” he smiles, warm eyes alight and not at all fazed by your attitude. “You’re the last person I’d bet against.”

“Ha,” you say bitterly, eyes darting to the door again. “In that case I might just take my chances with tetanus.”

“I just watched you slice your hand open on a rusty fence, take down a man twice your size, and get ten stitches without flinching. Needles should be afraid of you.”

At least now your face is warming from the compliment and not the anxiety. 

“It’s... different. Like, stitches and shots. Shots really fucking freak me out. I don’t know if you could tell. I’m sure I seem really chill about it.”

He nods sagely. “Trypanophobia. It’s among the most common phobias in the world, next to Arachniphobia, Ophidiophobia, Acrophobia, Aerophobia. You have Astraphobia, too, don’t you? Fear of storms?”

“Spencer.”

“I also used to struggle with needles, actually.”

You look back at him, suddenly curious.

“Used to?”

“Yeah, but I pretty much got over it when I got all the vaccines for my clearance at the Academy. Becoming addicted to intravenous drugs helped, too, but I wouldn’t recommend it,” he muses, examining the art on the wall behind you and taking a sip of his coffee.

At that exact moment, the door opens and a very professional, very exhausted-looking nurse hurries in. You hardly even register her because you’re staring at Spencer, trying to figure out if you just heard him right. He’s looking right back at you over the rim of his cup, eyes dancing with what looks like suppressed mirth.

The nurse says something, and you bless her with an ‘uh-huh’, unable to take your eyes off of Spencer.

“I must be hallucinating,” you say.

“What? You’re the only one allowed to make off-color jokes at inappropriate times?”

“I didn’t even know you could make a regular joke, honestly.”

“You ready, dear?” says the nurse, swabbing your upper arm with an alcohol wipe.

“Ah! Spencer!” You yelp, thrusting out your hand for him to take. He quickly sets the cup  back down on the window sill and takes your outstretched hand, stepping closer.

“Relax,” he laughs upon seeing how your shoulders have risen to meet your ears. “Don’t look over there. Look at me.” Gently he brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your shoulder, redirecting your focus toward him. At this point you’ve gone catatonic anyway, so you don’t resist, although it doesn’t seem to matter much because you’re basically blacking out. “Literally relax your arm. I'm serious. It will hurt less.”

“Small pinch, darlin’,” the nurse says, and you clench your jaw so hard you’re afraid you might break a tooth, and maybe some tetanus-induced lockjaw wouldn’t actually be so bad, and she’s touching your arm now, and who made that extremely undignified squeaking noise, and— “And you’re done.”

You frown.

“I’m done?”

“You’re done,” the nurse repeats. Logically she has no reason to lie to you about this, but you look over to check anyway because there’s simply no way you’re done just like that. Sure enough, she’s smoothing a band-aid over your shoulder and pulling your sleeve back into place.

You look back at Spencer as if searching for a second opinion, utterly baffled. He carefully frees his poor hand of your bone crushing grip and grabs your discarded FBI jacket from the chair, handing it to you.

“That’s it?” you say, taking the jacket and absent-mindedly folding it on your lap.

“That’s it. You did it.”

“Really? That’s all? I feel like it can’t be that easy. I don’t even think I felt anything,” you ramble, rolling your shoulder around, and finding just a bit of soreness.

“You were so brave,” he nods, stepping closer to wipe something warm and wet away from under your eyes. “Americans can rest easy knowing they’ve got someone like you in the FBI.”

“Shut up. Am I crying?”

He laughs, and the twinkly sound fills you with even more joy than normal. Everything seems a little brighter, a little warmer—probably another adrenaline rush or a result of your brain releasing a trace amount of opioids in response to the pain.

“Just a little bit.”

“You two are FBI?” The nurse says, like she can’t quite believe it.

Before you can tell her that you don’t very much like her tone, Spencer nods.

“Behavioral analysis unit.”

“Oh! You guys catch all those serial killers?”

He nods politely, giving her a flat smile. “That’s the goal, yes.”

“Wow. There’s a meet-cute to tell your children.”

You snort and immediately clap your good hand to your mouth, looking up at Spencer to see how he’ll react. Of course he’s already red and stammering.

“Oh, no—I—maybe I misled you, we’re not, uh… we’re not together. Not like that. We are partners in the, in the sense of our job, not—we’re not romantically involved. Just—co-workers. Friends. We’re, I’d say we’re good friends. I mean, she’s great. She’s very nice, and, well—maybe nice isn’t exactly the right word, but she’s, you know—”

“Spencer,” you interrupt.

“You ready to go?” he says immediately, looking very grateful that someone finally cut him off. Works like a charm, every time. 

You stand, and to your surprise, wobble a bit on your feet. Spencer steadies you with a hand to your waist. “Woah,” you mutter, trying not to look too disoriented.

“You need to eat,” he says. “With how anxious you’ve been you probably completely burned through whatever calories were in your system. It’s a parasympathetic nervous system response to adrenaline.”

“I know what it is.” You grab his hand and turn to the nurse, who is looking at the two of you with a bemused, slightly clinical interest. “Um... thanks? Right?”

“Okay,” Spencer says. “We’re leaving now. Come on. Go.”

As he’s herding you out the door, you keep trying to look at him over your shoulder. “Is it weird that I kind of liked it? Does that, like… point to something?”

“Never repeat that,” Spencer says, shaking his head, but you can hear the strain of a hidden smile in his voice. 

You smile up at him as the two of you walk down the empty hallway, swinging his hand in yours.

“She thought we were together,” you say, and it’s almost a gloat, though Spencer can’t quite wrap his mind around what that might mean. Instead, he relishes the weight of your hand in his. He doesn’t exactly remember when that became commonplace, but he never takes it for granted. He can’t help the smirk across his face which always lets you know he’s going to say something snarky. 

“She just doesn’t understand that you need constant attention or you’ll die.”

Luckily, you’re used to each other. Quips are just one prevalent dialect in your vast love language. 

“Yup. I’m a delicate, rare flower.”

Spencer scoffs lightly.

“Yeah. Like deadly nightshade. Or water hemlock.”

“Those ones are pretty, right?”

He squeezes your hand. Imagines telling you that he’s in love with you and has been for a very long time. 

Instead, he thinks about dinner. 

“Gorgeous. Where do you want to eat, Belladonna?”

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[1d1195]

Chances

~5k words

From Me: It's been about 2 minutes since my last love at first sight story so I figured that was long enough for another one. Just a silly little thing.

Warnings: A tiny bit of smut. Also she's shorter than Harry (only relevant for 20 seconds, max). Other than that, should be fluff fluff fluff.

Summary: Airports are gross, overpriced, and extremely anxiety-inducing. She hates being there.

But it's also where she sits with a really cute guy who makes her feel like she's flying from the moment she looks at him and before takeoff even begins.

What was it about airports that were so romantic? Everyone knew how gross they were. A petri dish of diseases on every surface. Overpriced food and drinks. Not to mention the exorbitant price of books and magazines. Almost everyone passing through was stressed with worry about missing their flight, losing their bag, losing their kid, or personal items. She was one of them. Even with an hour and half cushion she was worried it would take off or something while she was going to get a coffee.

Which was perhaps why she didn’t notice where she chose to sit at her gate. All that anxiety festering and building in her that only the relief of flopping into one of the seats near an outlet would release. She put her coffee in the little cup holder, tucked her bag beneath her feet and placed the overpriced book on her lap.

Someone called out for another person making her head tip up at the noise.

It was fate. Destiny. Whatever corny thing a romance writer would say it was. But there were only so many places her eyes could fall, and they happened to land on him.

What was it about making eye contact with a guy her age at the airport that made her feel like she was in a Hallmark movie? He gave her a polite smile. One that was downright pretty. Too pretty to be on a man's lips and one that made her heart skip a beat.

Hence why she was thinking about the romanticism of the airport in the first place.

She sincerely hoped she returned his kind smile because at the very least she didn’t want to be rude. But it was all a matter of seconds; this little romance novel scene she was playing out. Her cheeks felt warm with a rush of blood to her skin before she dropped her gaze back to her book. She had to. If she didn’t, she was going to do something crazy like profess how taken she was with him after meeting those stunning green eyes for half a second like the love at first sight she saw in movies.

But was that his gaze she felt heating up her skin? She refused to look up, but the words of her novel blurred together, and she could only think about how blue was one of her favorite colors growing up but green might have kicked that right out of the top spot in that moment.

*

Their flight was delayed which stressed her out beyond comprehension. It wasn’t even that long but if she didn’t have somewhere to be when she landed, she would have felt a lot better. She swore she was the last person to board the plane, and it only fueled her anxiety further.

But if it weren’t for the delay, her being last, or the fact that she was going to miss the rehearsal dinner for her friend’s wedding, the anxiety of seeing the hot guy from the gate was sitting next to her empty seat was surely going to give her a heart attack at the ripe age of her late twenties.

She felt her cheeks burning in recognition as he smiled again at her. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

That pretty face that was going to haunt her dreams for a lifetime. “Are you 12A?” He asked. The window seat, fortunately. His voice was warm and gentle.

“Yeah, sorry,” she bit her lip.

He chuckled standing in the aisle to get out of her way so she could get settled. “S’nothing t’apologize for.”

“I’m sure you thought you were going to have the row to yourself,” she sighed and placed her oversized purse on her seat so she could stow her carryon above her head.

“Allow me,” he offered and hoisted the bag to the storage space as if she hadn’t crammed a week’s worth of clothes and shoes inside it for only a long weekend. “S’okay. S’not a big plane. They said it was full.”

Stupid airports and their romantic goggles.

“Thank you,” she said gratefully and slipped into their row.

She noted all of his items were ready: a book tucked into the seat back compartment, a bottle of water stowed there as well, and his phone and headphones that he pulled from his pocket and placed on the tray once he was seated again. She fiddled with her bag, pulling out the items she wanted tucked into the spaces she had easy access to as well. Most importantly, she grabbed the travel package of disinfectant wipes to clean off her little home away from home for the next few hours.

“Oh, that’s a smart idea,” he smirked admiring her tidiness.

“I think Covid taught me that airplanes are one of the most disgusting places on the planet.”

He chuckled. “I suppose s’fair,” he nodded in agreement. “D’you have an extra one?” He asked. She nodded and held the little package out to her row-mate. He took two and repeated her routine to clean. The air vent, the tray table, the belt buckle and arm rest. He used the second to wipe down his headphones, phone, and book with a quick swipe. She held out a little sandwich bag she used for trash while on the plane. “Y’must fly a lot,” he smirked at her preparedness.

“Used to,” she took a deep breath. “I still get kind of nervous.”

“Honestly, would think y’were not human if y’didn’t get nervous.”

The announcements were being made and she focused on the flight attendants and their safety demonstration. Well, tried to. The man beside her was so handsome it was like he demanded to be stared at; it was hard not to comply to such a silent request. He looked effortlessly comfortable and so attractive it was unfair. But maybe it was those stupid airport goggles making her fall in love with someone relatively close to her age and perhaps he was only a little hot.

But as he reached for the air vent again, his sweatshirt sleeve slid down his wrist so that her eyes darted to his forearm and landed on the tattoo on the inside of his arm. It wasn’t even something she would qualify as a sexy tattoo, but it was there. As it appeared in her vision, all her dignity, self-respect, and thought of him being only a little hot, flew right out the window.

Stupid men.

The plane jolted a little as it started its take-off, making her gasp and she gripped the armrest tight. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as it settled into its rhythm. The final announcement that the ascent was going to begin came through the speaker and the plane got quiet as it always did at that time. “Hey, love?”

It was pathetic she recognized his voice already. Pathetic that she was going to respond to the little pet name. They had barely spoken. But the two little words were soft and sexy. In a gentle kind of way. She peeked out of one eye to glance at him. She swallowed thickly around the nerves. “Uh... yeah?”

“I can hold your hand, if y’want. S’just a tight grip y’got on m’arm,” it was so gentle. He didn’t even sound annoyed or pained. She gasped again, released his arm from her goddamn death grip, and covered her mouth. How fucking embarrassing. She didn’t even notice.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

“No, s’fine,” he assured her, his smile was so kind. Like she was a wounded bird that he found after it flew into the window. “Here,” he offered pulling her hand from her mouth and laced their fingers together. “M’not a fan of takeoff either,” he explained giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Did he feel how perfectly their hands fit together? Or did she imagine it? These airplane goggles were thick as hell. She was fucked when she got off the plane and never saw him again. They were silent during the remainder of the ascent and once the bell signaled that they could unbuckle, the pilot announced they were at cruising altitude, Harry gave her hand a squeeze again before releasing it.

“Thank you,” the sincerity in his voice made her blush and she was glad it was dark on the plane and the flight would remain dark. Because if she had to see how pretty his face was for the whole flight, she wasn’t going to make it. It was unfair that someone so handsome was seated next to her and she would never see him again. Someone who was thanking her for holding her hand. After she tried to rip his arm hair out.

Did his hand feel cold? Her hand felt cold. It was so ridiculous she just wanted to scream.

She had the worst luck.

*

Harry had the best luck. The pretty girl from the gate was in the same row as him. He got to hold her hand. The flight was only five or so hours long and the thought of it being delayed was miserable. But there she was looking so unbelievably beautiful.

There’s a REALLY pretty girl at my gate. He texted Mitch the second he saw her.

You better not be creepy. Sarah says there’s NOTHING worse than a guy being creepy at the airport.

I’m not going to make my soulmate uncomfortable. I’m just going to ask her every question that pops into my head to get to know her, and then ask how many kids she wants to have with me.

...Best of luck to her.

I’m probably not even going to talk to her :( She looks busy and what are the chances she’ll be sitting next to me? There’s no way I have that kind of luck.

But Harry did have that luck it seemed. The pretty girl was tucked into their row against the window, her head resting against the side of the plane. She was clean, organized, and adorable. He liked how she spoke to the flight attendant. Like she was a hinderance by being a passenger. It was sweet and he admired her kindness and thoughtfulness. She was so grateful when Harry handed her the little bag of pretzels and the drink she got.

“Reading something good?” She asked quietly.

Harry smiled and held it out to her so she could read the back cover. “Something m’sister recommended.”

She intently read the words on the back and nodded. “I think I’m going to add it to my never-ending list.”

God, he wanted to say he could give it to her when he was finished. But he was never going to see her again. So maybe he didn’t have the luck he hoped he did. “How ‘bout you?”

“Um...” she smiled. “It’s nothing... intelligent. It’s a brain-rotting romance thing. I don’t know, I like to read trashy stuff on the plane. Take my mind off it and everything else.”

“I see,” he didn’t ask Gemma a lot of questions, but he knew that meant it was filled with spicy romantic scenes that he could only dream about with someone as pretty as her. But that would be what Sarah called creepy, so he pushed that thought away quickly. “M’not a huge e-book person.”

“They’re good for travel,” she smiled. “I love bookstores, and I think I could build a whole house out of the books I have or want to buy. But traveling... it’s nice to have something compact. But I bought a book at the convenience store before we left. Which is so dumb because the mark up is like an extra ten dollars and I could have gotten it for free on this thing but the Wi-Fi is a bit of a problem sometimes, like I can’t get my new book to—” She paused as Harry listened intently. It was so disarming listening to her talk about books and her e-reader. It was adorable. Her eyes, even in the faint glow from the emergency airplane lights, were lit with excitement. “I’m rambling, I’m sorry.”

“No!” He frowned, shaking his head hurriedly. He immediately missed the excitement in her eyes. “Y’weren’t. I never thought ‘bout how the traveling is easier with it. I had t’forgo a whole outfit t’get m’books in m’bag.”

She smiled and sipped her drink. “I always do that. Except I’m sure you felt how heavy my bag was, I didn’t do it this time. I told myself I wasn’t going to overpack and I just couldn’t do it.”

“M’sister has a hard time with it too.”

“It’s impossible, I think. Especially for an event, you know?”

Was Harry still smiling? He couldn’t stop smiling. She just had this air about her. The air between them was vibrating and it wasn’t because of turbulence. She had to feel it, right? Harry couldn’t be imagining this electric feeling that was pulsing between them. They were just sitting there, staring at each other.

“Can I say something crazy?” He asked.

“Crazy? Are you planning on murdering me?”

“No,” he chuckled. “I jus’...” he paused and scanned her face memorizing the moment wondering how on earth he could meet her again. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to have a plane ride back with her. But there couldn’t be that much good luck. “This is a bit...” he trailed off and he chuckled. His face was only inches from hers. She bit her lip.

“Yeah... it is.”

“S’crazy, right?”

She nodded. “It is,” she whispered back.

“Hi,” he said quietly, a smile growing on his face.

“Hi,” she giggled.

*

When the plane began its descent, he held her hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. It made her stomach flutter. As they left their little row, her heart hammered in her chest. How unfair it was that she would never see him again. He grabbed her bag from the compartment above and he walked with her all the way to baggage claim. They chatted a little more. Smiling and giggling. She didn’t even realize he was still holding her hand.

At least the airport goggles were working both ways it seemed.

“You let me go on and on about overpacking and you checked a bag?” He smirked, grabbed her hand again and led her toward the rideshare pickup spot. “Can I say something crazy?”

“Are y’planning on murdering me?” He asked.

“You felt it right?”

“Felt what?” The smile melted off her face and she dropped his hand like it burned her. “Whoa, hey,” he laughed and snagged it quick into his again. “S’bad joke,” he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly. “Course I felt it.”

She looked at her feet. The seconds felt like hours as she looked for something to say. “I don’t know where to go from here,” she frowned looking back at him.

“Yeah...” He sighed. “It’s...” he sighed. There was so much he wanted to say. So much she wanted to tell him. They needed more time, more space.

She wanted to live on that plane.

Harry wanted to stay at that airport.

She pushed up onto her toes and kissed him. It was crazy. Outlandish. Ridiculous. She cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing his skin. He smiled on her mouth making her want to melt. His hand found her lower back, pulled her closer because in just sneakers she couldn’t reach his lips completely. With her firmly in his embrace, he nipped at her lower lip. It was so sinful she shivered.

The honking interrupted their moment, pulling each other apart. “I have to go,” she whispered looking at the Uber that matched the license plate listed on her phone.

“I know.”

“Hi,” she whispered with a quiet laugh.

“Hi.”

“It was... really nice meeting you,” her smile was so goddamn pretty it was going to make Harry cry.

“It was nice meeting you, love,” he answered. Safely tucked her into the back of the cab. She unrolled the window.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Harry,” he said.

“Harry,” she repeated. “Nice meeting you, Harry.”

*

“You have outdone yourself,” she smiled as she turned. The woman before her had a stunning smile, her hair half pinned, her white silk pajamas shimmering in the light. “They’re stunning.”

“You’re one to talk, I’d give you a hug but I don’t want to mess anything up,” she wrinkled her nose. “You love them?” She asked.

“I love them. They might upstage me.”

“I sincerely doubt it. You look stunning already.”

“Do you hate me for not making you a bridesmaid?”

“God, no,” she shook her head. “I’m more of a behind the scenes kind of person anyway. If you need anything today, I’m your girl,” she promised. “I was too far away,” she shrugged.

“Don’t remind me,” she frowned. “These flowers are the things of dreams. You are the best,” she sighed dreamily. “Can I see my bouquet?” Her frown quickly turned into a smile again. “I’ve been dreaming about it.”

She went to the bucket that was at the edge of what would be the ceremony floor and pulled the bouquet from it. She felt so proud and happy with the arrangement she made for one of her long-time best friends. “Seph,” she smiled. “You look beautiful,” she reminded her.

Persephone grinned admiring the bouquet. “You’re incredible... How was your flight? Other than delayed?”

“It was...” she tried to think about anything but the color green. “Good.”

“Oh?” Seph’s perfectly plucked eyebrow arched suspiciously “How good? Did you join the mile high club?”

“Oh my God, Persephone, of course not.”

“Well, you don’t say good like that if he’s not cute.”

A slight pause as she looked at the ceiling and then back at her friend. “He was really cute.”

“You’re a walking Hallmark movie.”

“That’s literally how I felt.” They giggled then she sighed thinking about the kiss she shared with a stranger. It was so unlike her to get all in a twist about a guy she just met. This wasn’t normal. It was like she was still in the airport. There were so many things they didn’t talk about. So many things she didn’t know about him and never would. It was unfair and yet she couldn’t stop herself from feeling like she was still flying. Shaking her head, she turned to her friend once more. “Alright, I have to finish these flower arrangements. Not sure if you know this, but there’s a wedding happening here tonight.”

“Sorry about your airplane man, babe,” Seph squeezed her shoulder.

“Hey, no frowns. It’s your wedding day,” she turned back to the table she was working on before her friend’s interruption. “I think some moments are meant to just... exist in that moment.”

*

Harry had thought about only three things that day. Breathing, cake, and of course the beautiful girl he met on the plane.

You KISSED her?! Sarah asked.

I know... I’ve never met anyone like her.

That’s a real bummer, Harry, honestly. It was and Sarah was right. At first, he was joking, but now he was certain she was his soulmate, and he just let her go. But what choice did he have? Yes, there was the feeling of his heart beating faster. The excitement of making her laugh. But there was the calmness, the tranquility of being beside her. Holding her hand.

Maybe it was morbid, but Harry was certain he was looking for someone to hold his hand if the plane were to go down and maybe that’s what a soulmate really was.

It was easy. Easy to talk to her, make her laugh. It was easy to get to know her and he didn’t even know anything about her. He didn’t know where she was from, what she did, where she was going, but he just knew that she was his and he let her go. There were too many variables. Too many things he couldn’t control.

“Harry, you almost done?”

“Jus’ putting the finishing touches,” he mumbled.

“We’re going to be late!”

“They won’t start without us,” he rolled his eyes.

“If there is a speck of—”

“I’m clean, I’m clean,” he shook his head, coming to the other room and brushing his hands along his coat. “Let’s get married, yeah?”

*

The maid of honor talked about how lucky the pair of them were to find one another. How there were an infinite number of opportunities for them to not have met but there was this special moment destined for each other. Where Persephone would walk into the library to sit in her favorite study spot and if she wasn’t so superstitious she would have just found another table.

But instead, she walked right up to the table, told her future husband he was in her spot, and she was preparing for an exam, and she wouldn’t let him use her favorite seat.

The best man spoke about how he was actually destined to be with the groom for forever and ever which made the entire place laugh.

But talk of luck and destiny just made her feel miserable on the inside. If she asked for his number or where he lived, it would be hours from where she lived. She would be devastated. A kiss was a good ending to her little story. That would suffice.

Maybe he already had a girlfriend. That would work too. Something to make her feel like a horrible person and lessen the blow that her soulmate was somewhere out there never to be seen again. Harry was just a guy that held her hand on a plane and talked about books with her for hours so she wouldn’t be scared. Someone that split his snacks with her even though she didn’t know him.

No. She couldn’t think about him. She had to stop thinking about him. It wasn’t good for her brain or her heart.

It was a beautiful ceremony. That’s what she needed to focus on. Persephone was a gorgeous bride and the event was just... perfect. “I think I’ve given your name and number to just about every single woman here,” Seph said sliding into a seat beside her and kissed her cheek.

She laughed. “Well thank you,” she smiled. “Let me see,” she held her hand out for the one with her new jewelry and she admired the pretty diamond that glimmered alongside the new band of diamonds below it. “Everything is beautiful.”

“This place is beautiful because of you. Just like you said.”

“Oh... it was beautiful before. I just added to it.”

“I didn’t see it though. It’s a bargain if you can envision it like this. I seriously wouldn’t have picked it without you saying you’d do the flowers,” Seph explained. “You saw so much more than I did.”

She shrugged. “I don’t think there’s a place on earth that doesn’t benefit from flowers.”

“Well, thank you,” she squeezed her hand. “I wouldn’t be having a wonderful day without you. I know it was a lot to travel out here and—”

“No, no. Don’t even. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Flowers or no flowers.”

Persephone grinned. “Well... in other news... do you see anyone as cute as your airplane man? Lerone has a lot of single friends.”

She smirked and shook her head. “No offense, Seph, but there is no one that’s going to be as cute as my airplane guy.”

“No one?”

Her head snapped up to the voice that she had already planned on dreaming about for the rest of her life. Her eyes met the same green gaze she had the pleasure of looking at for five hours while chatting about books and whispering about nothing of importance (but it all seemed important at the time). There was no way. She didn’t have this kind of luck. If there was a squeaky carriage at the grocery store she was sure to pick it. There was no way that—

“Hi Harry!” Persephone smiled. “Do you two know each other?”

“Something like that,” Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Hi,” Harry grinned at her.

She cleared her throat, adrenaline flowing through her body. “Hi,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Harry baked our cake. He went to school with Lerone.”

“Oh,” she swallowed.

“And I heard y’did all the work with these pretty flowers,” Harry smiled.

“She’s like the flower queen,” Persephone giggled.

“I see.”

There was a pause while they stared at each other. Harry grinning like a madman, he was sure. But she was stunning. A floral dress draped her body, her hair half pinned up. She was so pretty. Somehow even prettier than the way she looked on the airplane and Harry was certain she could never be prettier than the moment she sat next to him.

“Hi,” she laughed.

“Hi,” he chuckled.

“Of all the gin joints.”

Harry took a seat beside her. Persephone had moved onto the next table and yet, she hadn’t even noticed. “I haven’t stopped thinking ‘bout you, love,” he grabbed her hand. “Been thinking ‘bout the plane, y’e-reader, and that earth-shattering kiss.”

Her cheeks heated up and Harry reached out to brush his thumb on her cheek. “This is insane,” she whispered.

“I know,” he agreed.

“I don’t have luck like this,” she explained. “I’m the kind of person that has their luggage get lost. Or my coat will snag on the doorknob. If I didn’t want to be paired with someone in a group project in high school, I could guarantee I was going to be in their group.”

“Y’think it’s lucky you’re meeting me?” He practically wiggled his eyebrows. Trying to sound egotistical but all it did was make her fall harder for him.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Well...yeah,” she swallowed. “I mean... what else am I supposed to call it?”

“It doesn’t have t’be luck. Can jus’ be meeting you.”

“I don’t think it works that way for me.”

“Can I dance with you?” He asked.

“I’m not very good and I think there’s a good chance I’ll step on your toes and—”

Harry was already helping her stand and tugging her to the dance floor. She did step on his toes, not hard, but her quiet “sorry” was lost on Harry. It felt perfect to hold her in his arms. One hand in his, her other at the back of his neck, his free hand on the small of her back. They fit like puzzle pieces. “A florist, hmm?” He hummed right by her ear.

“A baker?” She replied.

He chuckled. “What are the chances?”

*

“D’you have any idea how good y’look?” He groaned. She was in just a T-shirt. Harry’s T-shirt. He propped his head in his hand as he looked at her laying in his bed. His finger skimming just below the hem of the shirt. It barely touched her thighs and the only thing that stood in his way was a scrap of fabric she called underwear.

She giggled. “Back at you.”

“This is insane,” he smiled and pressed his lips to hers.

“It is,” she whispered.

If all her bad luck had been to make this weekend happen, she was forever grateful. This was worth it. Harry was worth it. “When’s your flight?”

“Quarter of five. When’s yours?”

“The same, of course.”

She smiled and tucked her face into his chest. “How far away are you from my shop?”

“Only ‘bout a half hour drive,” he told her. “Why?”

“Just... wondering.”

“Jus’ want t’know how much time and distance is between you and a toe-curling orgasm?”

“Don’t be crass.”

“I wasn’t talking ‘bout you,” he peppered a line of kisses down the side of her face and along her neck, down the curve of her shoulder, even when the T-shirt got in the way. “You are so pretty,” he mumbled pulling at his shirt to touch her soft skin and curves. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so pretty.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“No, I’d remember you,” he smiled pressing his lips to her collarbone. He pulled the shirt off her and he brushed his thumbs across her nipples softly. Making them perk up more than they already were with the cold air from the room and no barrier between her. “Definitely remember this,” he mumbled into her skin.

“I have to pack,” she whispered but her voice was air and her resolve wasn’t there.

“Put it in m’checked bag,” his lips were occupied by one of her nipples making it extremely difficult for her to concentrate. “Jus’ shove everything in there. Then s’a promise I’ll see y’after we land.”

Her heart fluttered. “You want to see me again?”

He popped his head up from licking at her like she was candy. The air was even chillier against the sensitive skin without Harry’s warm mouth wrapped around her. “M’sorry, was I not clear?”

She smirked. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about airport goggles.”

“Airport goggles?” He repeated.

“I have really bad luck, Harry. I just worry that the idea of me in an airport because I’m roughly your age... or like, you know airplane food is a real thing? Not just a joke? Something about the altitude messing with your tastebuds or something. So maybe this is all an illusion, is what I’m saying. Maybe I am really unlucky because when we get back to our real life we won’t have airport goggles and—”

“Kitten,” he chuckled and rubbed his thumb across her lip. “Shh,” he whispered and pressed a soft kiss on her mouth.

“I’m just saying—”

“I know,” he rolled his eyes. “I hear you. But m’telling you, there’s no such thing as airport goggles. Even if there are, m’never taking them off.”

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[sunnywalnut]

THANK YOU.

Tbh I did not expect you to actually respond and add to this post, but I am THOROUGHLY grateful you have. But I also would like to inform you(and anyone else that's uncertain about their ability to repost this)

Self diagnosis is valid.

Being officially diagnosed is a luxury.

Often one that is usually only given to those that show extreme or undeniable traits. And even then, you still could be denied.

I was 12 when I was diagnosed with autism. People have known something was "off" since I was 4.

I was able to feel the sideways curves in my spine and see that my shoulders were uneven before I got diagnosis for "mild" scoliosis at 19, after living a life complaining of back and rib pain.

I've felt my joints, all the way from my fingers to my toes, all fall out of place since I was 10, often times having to have my own mother massage my knees back into place so that I could walk, and even spraining my ankles simply going upstairs. All of which fell on deaf ears for the entire 20+ years of my life despite countless professionals, from muscular skeletal to rheumatoid specialists and even physical therapists confirming that I have hEds and possibly early signs of rheumatoid arthritis. And yet they still cannot diagnose it because they "can't treat it"

And the reason I say all of this is because I used to worry the same thing. If maybe by claiming this diagnosis as my own, that somehow I was doing something wrong. Or taking something away from someone else. However, I want to let you all in on a little secret.

If you're actively experiencing symptoms, you're not faking it.

You might label the symptoms wrong, yes, but that doesn't mean that they're not there. People get officially misdiagnosed all the time! Because a lot of medical things have a bunch of overarching symptoms that overlap! And you could have so many things going on all at once!

And sure. You're not a doctor. So you might miss something or assign too much importance to it, but that's fine! You're allowed to make mistakes!

Unless you are actively pushing a harmful narrative or making life harder for them, you are not taking anything away from those who are officially diagnosed.

Wear your headphones in public, ask your friend to lower the music, buy a shower chair and lie to the cashier telling them it's for your grandma, pick up a super fluffy stuffed animal just because the texture is calming, take a look at the cool little canes at the thrift shop, do whatever helps you.

There's enough headphones and shower chairs and weighted stuffed animals for the rest of us to enjoy. You're not wasting anything that you find useful. And also, sometimes your friends are just slightly deaf and used to feeling the bass shake their entire car. It's okay to tell them that you're not.

It's okay to ask for some help bringing your groceries out to the car.

It's okay to ask someone to repeat what they said a third time.

It's okay to ask if you can see something again to make sure that you understand.

It's okay to tell people you'd rather not be touched right now.

It's okay to tell people that you want to be touched after telling them previously not to!

It's okay! And this even goes for nondisabled people too! Please reblog this post, even if you have nothing to say or add. Because maybe then, it might find it's way to somebody else who needs it. Whether that be a friend or loved one, a beloved moot, a follower, or just some random homie who comes across it by chance.

Even if you just like the way things are said, or think that the words are nice, that's more than enough reason to throw this post on your blog.

So go for it.

Press the nice shiny button.

Be an ally.

I dare you.

Local PSA: invisible disability does NOT mean you can live your life like a "normal person" invisible disability meant that if a stranger looks at you in public they wouldn't know what's going on.

Like if a wheelchair user were to decide to run into a corner store to grab a candy bar because they know that their legs can last that long without, the cashier wouldn't know.

Or someone with "mild" scoliosis walking upright through their shoulder leans slightly to the left. Maybe they just have bad posture. The lady in the next isle thinks to herself.

The person with EDS or POTS or whatever sort of condition wearing compression gloves out and about. Perhaps it's a fashion statement?

Or what about the people with intestinal issues? They can look like "normal people" too.

You never know what someone is going through.

You never know what they might need to survive or if they're on the edge of a flare up or even if they are currently going through one just by one look.

I think both disabled and non disabled need to realize this. You're not "no longer disabled" because you can "live without" disability aids. They're there to help you. To make your life easier. If living without a cane is going to make it more likely you'll fall over and hurt yourself, use the cane.

If you need to sit down to do dishes or cut vegetables because you need to save your legs for taking out the trash, sit down.

If you need a shower chair because you don't know if you'll pass out, use the shower chair.

People are going to judge you regardless for multiple reasons out of your control.

I'd rather they judge you while you're being safe.

You don't need to struggle to be "normal."

You can just be you.

However that looks for you.

Use your disability aids.

[kateschi]

where pride meets love

synopsis: in a u.a. highschool reunion, your husband is up next in introducing his family.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: inspired by @call-memissbrightside

the gymnasium at u.a. is alive with activity, filled with faculty, students, and heroes from all walks of life.

katsuki’s standing near the back, holding your baby girl in his arms, her tiny hands clutching at the fabric of his hero uniform, her eyes wide as she takes in everything around her.

his expression is a mix of annoyance—because honestly, this whole “family introduction” thing is a bit much—and tenderness, which only those closest to him will ever notice.

you stand beside him, your hand resting on his arm, and for a split second, you catch a glimpse of something different in his usual scowl—something soft.

you’ve seen it before, but only in moments like this, when he’s looking at the little life in his arms or the family he’s built.

principal nezu steps forward with a polite clap of his paws.

“thank you all for coming! we’re glad to have so many wonderful alumni here today. if anyone with families would like to introduce them, now’s your chance.”

the crowd goes quiet, waiting for someone to step up. katsuki glares around, crossing his arms over his chest, but it’s obvious he’s trying to look disinterested in the attention he’s about to receive.

it doesn’t work, though. he feels all eyes on him, even before nezu directs them that way.

you give him a small smile, teasing him with a gentle nudge to his side. “you ready to show your family off?”

he scoffs but doesn’t pull away. instead, his gaze softens just a little when he looks down at your daughter, who smiles up at him with those same bright eyes you both adore so much.

his chest swells, and despite his usual gruffness, his pride is impossible to hide.

you feel it too—the silent understanding between the two of you, the knowledge that this moment, in front of everyone, is just another reflection of how far your life together has come.

with a sigh, katsuki straightens his back, shoulders broadening as he stands a little taller. “alright, fine. let’s get this over with,” he mutters under his breath. but then he clears his throat, lifting his chin just a bit.

he shifts his daughter against his shoulder, gently adjusting her so she’s more comfortable in his arms, and with a look at you that says, here we go, he raises his voice for everyone to hear.

“this—” he gestures to your baby, her tiny hands reaching for him in her usual, curious way—“this is my kickass baby.”

he flashes a rare smile down at her, the kind that could melt the hardest of hearts, before pulling you into him with his free arm, draping it over your shoulders.

“and this here,” he says, puffing his chest out slightly, “this is my kickass wife, y/n. the best damn woman in the world.”

you catch his eye, and for a brief moment, it feels like the whole room has faded away. there’s only the two of you, standing side by side, as he proudly introduces you to everyone in his own way.

a few of the students near the front start whispering to each other, smiles on their faces. kirishima, always the supportive friend, claps katsuki on the back, his grin wide.

"man, you really went all out with the family introduction, huh?" kirishima laughs, his voice loud enough for katsuki to hear.

katsuki looks over at him, narrowing his eyes, but there’s no malice in his gaze.

instead, it’s just the usual katsuki way of pretending to be annoyed. “shut it,” he growls, but his hand tightens around yours.

kirishima raises his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling. “I’m just saying, you’re looking like a proud family man.”

“damn right I am,” katsuki mutters, his gaze falling back on your daughter, who is now gripping his finger as she babbles in her own little way.

his eyes soften again, a rare, unguarded moment that no one else seems to notice, but you do.

you always do.

as the buzz in the room continues around them, katsuki’s gaze remains fixed on your daughter, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles as he watches her reach for his hand.

she’s talking—if you can call it that—her baby words tumbling out like she’s already got something important to say.

you can hear the quiet adoration in katsuki’s voice when he responds to her, low and soft, “yeah, yeah, I hear ya, kid.”

you lean into his side, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders feeling like home. it’s one of those moments where everything feels right.

amid the chaos, in front of so many people, katsuki looks just like the dad you always knew he’d be—strong, protective, and completely head over heels for the tiny person in his arms.

the crowd slowly starts to disperse, some students moving towards the refreshment table, others chatting amongst themselves.

katsuki stays still, barely noticing the shift in the room. his eyes stay locked on your baby, a tiny, content smile playing at the edges of his lips.

“want me to take her?” you ask, nudging him gently with your elbow. “you look like you could use a break.”

katsuki looks down at your daughter, his arms tightening ever so slightly around her. she stares up at him, her big eyes soft and trusting, and for a brief second, it seems like time stands still.

then, just as quickly, he shakes his head, but the fondness in his gaze remains.

“nah,” he mutters gruffly. “she’s good here. I’m fine.”

you let out a small chuckle and settle against him, your hand resting gently on his arm as you watch your daughter settle down against his chest, a soft yawn escaping her lips.

katsuki pulls her a little closer, his other arm winding around you, bringing you both in.

the way his grip tightens around both of you, the way his hand moves just a little bit to the back of your neck, drawing you in closer.

you rest your cheek against his shoulder, and the sound of the crowd fades to the background.

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[azaharinflames]

Just wanted to take a quick moment to be a sap and say how much I appreciate this space and the people in it.

Last week was incredibly hard on us. We received hate when we truly were expecting comfort, and it was made worse by the juxtaposition of what we had been offering previous to that night. We chose to be the bigger person, to not fall into tricks and to ignore the hate to spread love and positivity. And yet we still got hate. And the people who did the hate got a ‘victory’ of sorts.

But. Not want to focus on that.

I want to focus on how damn good this space has been. Because we decided to keep being the bigger person - to take our issues with the storyline and the people involved in it to the SM team and ABC, but didn’t go out of our way to hate or harass people (Oliver being called out for his comments entirely justified and not harassment).

We made sure Lou knew how appreciated and loved he was. That we didn’t hate him because there wasn’t a reason to. That we would still support him, and were feeling indignant in his name. And he responded in kindness and being as sweet as ever.

We kept this a safe space to vent, rant, and yeah - be frustrated. Because we were in our right to feel so and express so, and because we knew this was staying inside this space / blogs, and we weren’t taking actions that could be harmful for others.

We let each other feel the pain and frustration, and tried to make it better. We all adopted Lou overnight. Some of us welcomed SWAT into our lives as a fix it and an attempt to feel better and discover something new.

Honestly - thank you all for making this a safe space, where only occasionally I have to block someone that infiltrates it in order to cause chaos. We were lost in a sea of chaos and hate, and made sure to grab enough lifeboats for all of us.

And yeah there have been people who have gone a step too far in our side as well, and I do not condone it. But overall this space has remained safe in a way we all needed.

So. Honestly I don’t care about the ep tonight, I don’t want to make it mess with my European time zone and sleep schedule. So I’ll probably make myself some tea to sleep and will probably take a pill for it too (because I got naturally used to wake up when the episode was airing), and there is a high chance I will just turn off my phone and only check it tomorrow, when I feel like it.

But tonight, before doing any of that - I wanted to be a sap and thank all of you ♥️ it’s been a hard week, but we’ve made it. And we can make as many as we want 🫶🏻

[miumura]

WAiTiN’ ON CALLS — S. JAEYUN 𓂃 ⭑

( 엔하이픈 제이크 ) : jake misses you — too much for his own liking. he tries to move on, and by doing so, he gives you one last call. usually it would go directly to voicemail, but instead, he was greeted with you on the other line.

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Jake knew he was beyond exhausted—so tired that all he could manage after work was to head straight for his bed, not even bothering to take off his suit.

But despite the dim lighting and the comfort of sinking into his mattress, sleep refused to come. He tossed and turned, tried counting sheep, but nothing worked. Frustrated, he sat up, turning on the radio to a soft, quiet tune as he stared at his phone.

He already knew what was on his mind.

His gaze settled on his contact list, focusing on one name—yours.

He missed you, more than he cared to admit. His eyes lingered on your icon, a picture he’d secretly taken during one of your dates. You’d demanded he delete it, but he never did. Instead, he kept it as a reminder of you, proudly showing it off whenever he got the chance.

A small, bittersweet smile crept onto his lips as his eyes trailed down to your name, the ache in his chest growing a little heavier.

My Love. He never bothered changing it—that name was reserved for you, and only you. Was it strange for him to keep it that way? He wasn't sure, but what he did know was that no matter what, you’d always be his love, even if he was the only one who still believed it.

Should he call you again?

His finger hovered over your name, hesitating—a rare feeling for him. He’d always called before, whenever he had a free moment. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, just a way to clear his head, but it had become a habit. Strangely enough, he found relief in those calls. They always went straight to voicemail, and he was certain you never listened to them.

That’s where he poured his heart out, leaving messages that no one would hear. It was sad, but in a way, comforting—like shouting into the void, knowing there'd be no echo, no response.

He often wondered why you hadn’t blocked him yet. Maybe, if you did, it would finally force him to move on.

Maybe that would give him the push he needed to let go.

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. He was the one holding onto the past, the one clinging to old habits. Why did he think calling you, of all things, would help him get over you? Even if someone asked him, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.

Maybe he didn’t really want to.

Maybe, just maybe, he was still hoping for something—anything—from you.

He just wanted to hear your voice again, even though it felt impossible at this point. Pressing his lips together, he finally tapped the call button. Placing the phone on his thigh, Jake ran a hand through his hair, unable to look at the screen as the rings buzzed in the quiet room.

As usual, he fully expected you wouldn’t answer.

Normally, the sting of disappointment would hit him when you let his calls go unanswered, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was going to change.

This would be the last time he stared at your contact, the last time he pressed your number, and the last voicemail he'd leave. Tonight, he was finally going to say goodbye.

Tonight—

"Hello?"

His body went still.

For a moment, Jake couldn’t believe it. Your voice, so familiar yet distant, cut through the static of the call. He had rehearsed this moment over and over in his mind, but now that it was real, his words were trapped in his throat.

"Jake?" you repeated, sounding confused, maybe even concerned. "Are you there?"

He swallowed, trying to collect himself. "Hey," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I didn’t expect you to pick up."

There was a brief silence on the other end, making his heart race, before you spoke again. "I didn’t expect to get so many calls... or all the voicemails."

"You... you listened to them?" he asked, barely able to believe it.

“Caught up on all of it yesterday,” you admitted, your voice surprisingly calm. “You really sent a lot, huh?”

Jake’s heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out his own thoughts. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The plan to say goodbye, the resolution he had built up in his mind, seemed to dissolve the moment he heard your voice.

He didn’t want to mess this up—he couldn’t.

“I still didn’t expect you to actually listen to them,” he said, his voice shakier than he wanted it to be.

“How could I not?” you chuckled softly, attempting to ease the awkward tension. It was strange, both of you knew it. Talking to your ex, someone you swore you’d never contact again, felt surreal.

And yet, here you were—on the phone, waiting for him to say something more.

Jake took a breath, the weight of his next words heavy on his chest. "I was planning on this being the last call,” he confessed. “Since you never really picked up... I figured I was just bothering you."

There was a pause on the other end, and he held his breath, wondering what you’d say next.

"Would it be wrong to say I had a feeling?" you finally replied, voice soft.

"How could you tell?"

"Just... a gut feeling," you said, as if searching for the right words. "Or maybe because… I knew you."

His heart couldn’t help but falter—he knew you were not lying. You did know him, deeply once. But that closeness had slipped away when life had led you down different paths.

"Yeah," was all he could muster, the simplicity of the word masking the storm of emotions within him. He wasn’t sure how to move forward, or if he even wanted to.

“Do you mean every single voice message?” you asked, breaking the silence that had settled between you two. Jake’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the question.

“Of course I do,” he replied, gripping his phone tightly, as if it could somehow bridge the distance between you. His heart was pounding; he needed to make this count. “There isn’t a single thing I’ve sent to you that I’d ever want to take back. Every word was real. It’s exactly how I feel about you... about us.”

For a moment, vulnerability hung between you, both knowing this conversation could change everything. Jake could only hope you’d feel it too, that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to turn this into something more.

“Come see me then.”

“Huh?” Jake’s breath hitched, unsure if he’d heard you right.

“You’re not going to leave me hanging this time, are you?” you asked with a light chuckle, though your voice held a hint of nervousness. You hoped the laughter would mask how your heart was pounding, racing in anticipation.

Jake barely registered the words before he was scrambling to grab his keys, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. “Not this time,” he stammered, his voice shaking with excitement and a touch of panic. He could feel his pulse hammering as he fumbled with his shoes, trying to keep his hands steady.

The thought of seeing you, of finally closing the distance he’d been feeling for so long, filled him with both anticipation and nervous energy.

"Take your time," you teased, though he could hear the faintest tremor in your voice, as if you were trying to calm yourself, too. But he knew he wouldn’t—couldn’t—wait.

He barely managed to lock his door, nearly tripping as he rushed down the stairs. His mind raced, playing over every word, every message he’d sent, wondering if this was finally his chance to make things right.

As he reached his car, hands fumbling for his keys, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus, to drive safely. But his heart wouldn’t slow, each beat pushing him forward with a desperate urgency.

Jake barely remembered the drive over, his mind racing faster than the car itself. As he pulled up in front of your house, he felt a fresh wave of nerves settle over him. He sat there for a second, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady his breath.

This was it.

With a final deep breath, he stepped out of the car and walked up the path to your door, his heart pounding with every step. He hesitated before raising his hand to knock, his mind swirling with questions.

But before he could overthink it, the door swung open, and there you were, standing there in the soft glow of your porch light. For a split second, neither of you spoke, caught up in the quiet intensity of the moment.

“Hi,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, though he could see the same nervousness reflected in your eyes. “Still in your work attire?”

Jake looked down, realizing for the first time that he was still in his slightly rumpled shirt and loosened tie, his rushed appearance suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous. He let out a small, embarrassed laugh, reaching up to grab his tie as if he could somehow hide it from you. But when he looked back up, he wore a shy smile, his eyes creasing in that gentle way that had always made your heart skip.

Before he could say anything else, you stepped closer, reaching up to fix his tie, your fingers brushing against the fabric with a delicate touch that sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken. It was such a simple gesture, yet it felt like slipping back into something deeply familiar, a memory that had never truly faded.

“There,” you murmured softly as you adjusted the tie, smoothing out the collar. Your hand lingered for just a second longer, and in that moment, Jake felt everything—the unspoken words, the history, the quiet yearning.

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice a little rough.

"I didn’t realize you wanted to see me that badly… especially after just finishing your shift,” you said with a hint of surprise. “You’ve always loved your job.”

Jake let out a small, wistful laugh, meeting your gaze. “Even after a long shift, that isn’t enough to distract me from you,” he admitted. You both knew how deeply he was dedicated to his work, how it had once been the thing that drew him away from you, consuming his time and energy. Something he loved had taken his real love away from him. But he couldn’t dwell on regrets now, not when this chance was standing right in front of him.

“Every time I get back from work, I have to leave a voicemail,” he confessed quietly, his words hanging between you both.

“Every night?” you asked, startled. You hadn’t realized just how much he’d been reaching out in those messages, hadn’t counted the days it had spanned. “That’s… a lot, Jake.”

He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice raw with honesty.

You looked at him, noticing how he pressed his lips together, a nervous habit he’d never quite outgrown. His hair was neatly parted, and his suit fit him perfectly, accentuating the small changes time had brought to him. Somehow, he looked even better than you remembered—or maybe it was simply because you’d missed him more than you’d realized.

“Jake,” you murmured, almost as if testing his name again, letting it fill the space between you both. “I really missed you too.”

At your words, Jake’s face lit up, his cheeks lifting with a smile he couldn’t contain, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat, but when he turned back, his grin only grew wider as he saw your own smile mirroring his.

“Then… would you let me stay the night?” he asked softly, his voice hopeful, though almost immediately he seemed to second-guess himself. His smile faltered as he began to backpedal, a nervous laugh escaping. “Or, if that’s too much, we could just sit outside, or… in my car? Just to talk, to catch up—or maybe just to let me finally say all these things I’ve kept hidden.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, finding his nervous rambling unexpectedly endearing. It was hard to remember the last time you’d seen Jake like this—unsure, almost shy. Without another word, you reached out and grabbed his arm, gently tugging him inside.

“You can stay,” you said, a warmth in your voice that eased the lingering tension in the air.

Jake blinked in surprise, his nervous expression melting into something more tender as he stepped inside. The familiar warmth of your home wrapped around him, but it was the simple presence of you that truly eased him. He hadn’t realized how much he'd longed for this—just to be near you again.

As he looked at you, a quiet realization washed over him, clear and undeniable. He wasn’t just here because he needed to be; he was here because he wanted to be.

Wherever you were, that was where he wanted to be too.

‘💬’ ─── may active soph come back after this one 😖!

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[daydreaming-scheming-demon]

sorry, im really not sure i buy all this.

but yeah, i did get a lot of things wrong here. some that i cleared up in other reblogs, but the version you reblogged was the one that got the most popular unfortunately. i wish people would reblog the other version more.

first off i want to say, this was never intended to be a massive informational post. this was originally random venting i did while half asleep, not even tagged if i remember right. my blog’s not exactly popular, i never expected it to be this big. ive managed to clear some things up in the comments and reblogs tho.

my use of the word ‘basically’ was pretty poor here, i never intended to imply it had already been passed, just that it was very likely to be passed and everybody besides the greens is on board with it. it is very likely to pass. but no, it has not passed. only more reason to get angry about it in my opinion, means there’s time.

secondly, yes, the method has not been fully decided on yet, that was included in the article i limked, and i hope it wouldnt be giving companies your id, but that’s a very real possibility, and the other methods ive seen i just dont feel would hold up well. id has been the main method that’s been talked about here, im not super comforted by ‘but they could use this other thing’. and i couldnt see corporations giving up the chance to collect more personal data unless they had good reason not to, and everything ive seen on it says the burden will be on the corporations. so unless that info’s wrong, that sounds like something to panic about. but yes, it does feel wrong to be making it out as if it could only been that, i shouldve mentioned that in the original post.

look, i like you doing all this, these are some good resources, my original post was a half asleep vent, it was bound to have inaccuracies or misinformation, and im sorry about that, i really am.

but where i really stop following you is when you say this proposal has no teeth.

especially because ive felt the exact same way for a while, and even in my original post, i knew it had ‘no teeth’ in a way, but i didnt say anything on it because i didnt see it as important enough. yes, i shouldve still mentioned it anyway, that there will be ways to get around it. but i didnt mention it bc it’s still dangerous.

there would be no penalties for users who managed to access social media without going through the check, i know, i was never expecting that, only someone who has little idea on how the internet works would expect that. even if the burden werent on the platforms, nobody’s going to take notice of a single under 16 year old slipping into social media. if they managed to do that id be wondering why im not locked up for pirating all the shit i have.

no, anybody tech savvy enough could find ways around this law, if not a vpn then something else.

i was never afraid of the law because i truly thought id have to hand over my id to social media or stop using it. that’s not the fucking problem. the fear i have for myself is the inconvenience of having to setup a vpn just to browse tumblr, but not everyone is tech savvy enough to find ways around these laws, most people arent, most social media users would probably just end up giving up their id or stop using it. and that could be a fucking problem. maybe a cybersecurity nightmare, but also just blatantly allowing and normalising more absurd data collection, more privacy invasion. even without all that, the bandaid solution of locking children out of social media instead of tackling the actual problem infuriates me.

and the biggest thing im worried about is the precedent. this law is fucking absurd, even if it can be easily broken without punishment. weilding kids’ safety as a weapon, banning an entire group of people from one of the largest ways of communicating today, allowing companies to force id collection if they so wish, even if they all go a different way those other ways dont sound very good either. a law like being considered and especially passing isnt a good sign for the future.

the best i can hope for besides the law not passing at all is that the companies will fail to enforce it so badly that it causes something awful, like, idk, the system being unsustainable somehow, some massive data breach. which no, wouldnt be a good thing, but itd hopefully set the precedent not to try anymore laws like this, instead of being a precedent to keep going.

look, pull me up on my mistakes all you like. other people have done what youve done here and i appreciate it, actually. i never expected this to get as big as it did, i made mistakes here.

but dont bloody well tell me this law isnt worth anybody’s attention and we should all just ignore it and ‘not get side tracked’. i think i have every right to be worried about this, and your reasoning for why i shouldnt be worried was just telling me things i already knew.

course this law is still a fuckin problem, a portion of the population knowing how to bypass it and not get punished doesnt change anything.

and look, im genuinely sorry about this but im not gonna be replying to whatever response you’ve already been planning out as you read this, im probably not even gonna see it considering the amount of notifications i get every minute. correct me if i got any objective information wrong, but im bloody tired of all this, ive been hearing so much depressing shit these past couple weeks about the goings on of this miserable fucking planet and it’s making me miserable. and being told information i already know about some stupid law i vented about one night doesnt really make me feel much better about it, this law still looks depressing to me, it all does. i dont want a debate even if this is worded like the beginning of one, i only replied because i cant help myself sometimes and i probably shouldnt have been looking at my notifications seeing how bad i already feel.

fucking australia’s trying to get everyone to link their government id to their social media accounts else you cant use them anymore, the actual fuck is wrong with this country

[unhingedangstaddict]

The bucktommy mpreg brainrot is so real wtf. I never thought in a million years I'd write an mpreg fic and well,,,

Here's my latest wip

Tommy was sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toliet again, crying for no reason again. He was so sick of the spontaneous crying and worse he didn’t even know why he was crying. Tommy had cried after the break-up, but he’d mostly stopped after two-ish weeks. He was sick of feeling the way he’d felt all week- horrifically nauseous and tired no matter how much he slept.

Tommy was so caught up in his wallowing and his crying that he didn’t hear Lucy enter the house, didn’t notice her standing in the doorway to the ensuite. He only noticed her when she set a plastic bag from a drug store down at his feet.

Tommy sniffled and looked up at Lucy. “I’m starting to regret giving you a key.” He wiped the tears off his cheeks.

“Is it really so terrible having someone look out for you?” Lucy crossed her arms.

Tommy was quiet.

“Thought so.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy curiously reached for the bag and looked inside.

“First time ever for me, the women's version of something was cheaper than the mens version. It’s the exact same thing, just different colored packaging.” Lucy said nonchalantly.

Tommy hardly registered what Lucy was saying as he plucked the box out of the bag. A three pack of pregnancy tests. In an instant it felt like his world had been flipped on it’s axis.

There was no way this was actually happening, but if he was- if Lucy was right about this, it would make sense. The headaches, the fatigue, the random crying, the nausea and vomiting- morning sickness. Now that Tommy thought about it, it seemed like his sense of smell had maybe been heightened the last week or so too.

“If I’m way out of line here Tommy, just tell me, it’s fine. I’ll keep ‘em for next time I have a scare.” Lucy offered.

Tommy swallowed thickly. His mind and heart were racing. This couldn’t be happening.

“Tommy?” Lucy prompted.

“I don’t know.” Tommy said quietly. Clearly Lucy had been thinking about this at least since they were on the phone not that long ago. Her suggestion to drink something made even more sense now. Tommy couldn’t believe this was his life.

“What- what do you mean you don’t know?” Lucy asked.

“I never uh, I never got tested to see if I’m a carrier.” Tommy couldn't take his eyes off the box of pregnancy tests.

“You’re joking right?” Lucy sounded shocked or maybe even pissed.

Tommy shook his head.

“How could you be so irresponsible?” Lucy questioned. “You- I can’t believe you never got tested. I can understand not getting tested as a kid with your dad being the way he is but Tommy, you’re- you sleep with men! How could you not get tested?”

Tommy spoke with a monotone voice, head clearly elsewhere. “Parents never bothered. Then I was in denial about being gay and thought I could make myself fall in love with a woman. Then it didn’t matter because I was never serious enough to ditch condoms. Then it didn’t matter when I was serious enough to ditch condoms because I was almost exclusively the top and I was too old. The thought never even crossed my mind in all the time I was with Evan.”

“Oh my god Tommy.” Lucy mumbled.

“I know.” Tommy swallowed thickly. “I guess I have to take one of these now, huh?”

“I’d recommend all three, actually.” Lucy told him. “These things aren’t the most reliable, always a chance of false negatives or positives, so it’s best to take more than one test but if you take two and get two different results then you won’t feel any better or worse than you did before taking them, until you take another. So three at once.”

“Sounds like you know from experience.” Tommy looked up at Lucy.

“I’m a woman who does not exclusively sleep with other women.” Lucy shrugged.

Lucy left the bathroom so Tommy could take the tests, and as soon as he was finished he set them on the counter, opened the door for Lucy, started a timer, and sat back down on the floor again, not confident that he wasn’t going to throw up again at any moment.

Lucy came in and sat next to Tommy on the floor. Just by looking at him she could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk and for the time being she knew everything she needed to know. Tommy hadn’t even thought about the possibility of this so Lucy was certain that Tommy had no idea what he’d want to do about it- if Tommy was pregnant it was undoubtedly Evan’s, and Tommy was scared and heartbroken right now. Instead of talking Lucy just took his hand and held onto it.

Three minutes felt like an eternity, and if it wasn’t for Lucy holding onto Tommy’s hand, he was sure he would’ve completely lost his grip on reality. He distantly heard the timer on his phone going off, followed by Lucy giving his hand a squeeze. Tommy stopped the timer. He couldn’t look at the tests. He couldn’t move. “Can you look?” He rasped.

“Of course.” Lucy said gently. She stood, not letting go of Tommy’s hand and looked at the tests on the counter. There were two visual tests and one digital test with a weeks along indicator.

The visual tests both showed plus signs, meaning the tests were positive.

The digital test read ‘Pregnant 3+’, meaning three or more weeks along.

“Luce?” Tommy’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Positive.” Lucy told him.

“All of them?” Tommy wondered.

“All three.” Lucy nodded.

Tommy nodded slowly. “Okay.” He whispered as tears stung his eyes and quickly began to fall.

Lucy squeezed Tommy’s hand and returned to her spot on the floor next to him.

Tommy pulled his knees to his chest, rested the arm that wasn’t holding Lucy’s hand on his knees, put his head down, and sobbed for so many reasons it felt like there wasn’t even a reason to be crying at all.

[tiredfox64]

Hey! Love your work! Can you write something about Bi Han having a s/o that’s half bunny? Go all out!!

Winter Fluff

Yip notes: I would just like to remind everyone that what happened in Khaos Reigns didn’t happen and the only person who Bi-Han should be with in you. Why? Bc I said so

Pairing: Bi-Han x Bunny! Gn reader

Warnings‼️: None, also new blinkie to say it’s safe wow :3

Padded feet, furry legs, long ears, cotton tail, is that a bunny? No, it’s just you! Just a bunny person hopping around the Lin Kuei Temple like you own the place. No one’s gonna stop you! Why? Because who would be stupid enough to stop the grandmaster’s partner from having fun? Except maybe Sektor, definitely Sektor.

Who would’ve thought Bi-Han loved bunnies. Not his clan, not his brothers, not even he knew he liked bunnies. But the moment he laid eyes on you something inside his mind and heart said he had to have you. Don’t you remember the first time you two met?

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It’s so hard to grow things in Arctika. The ground is hard and the wind is brutal. However, some vegetation can actually grow in such harsh conditions. Things such as…carrots…turnips…leafy greens. All things a bunny would desire. Luckily for you, the Lin Kuei was growing all of that.

What? You think Bi-Han’s just gonna run his clan off of just meats? Come on, he’s an idiot when it comes to himself, but he grows a brain cell when it comes to his clan. Or not. It’s not your job to figure out if he’s doing his clan justice or not. Your only job is to munch on carrots and look cute. We haven’t gotten to that second part yet so back it up a little.

The Lin Kuei garden was your favorite place to hop over to. It’s not like anyone was keeping a close eye on it. They were too occupied with training. It didn’t hurt anybody if you stole a carrot or two. With your thick and strong nails, you could easily tear up the hard Earth and retrieve a carrot. Of course, you left a hole there, so they could plant even more vegetables for you. Look how considerate you are.

You were a little menace for nearly two months before you were caught. What a scary day that was. One second you were digging through rocks and dirt for a radish and the next thing you hear is some machinery behind you. You looked behind to see a suit of red armor with two guns coming out of the back, ready to shoot at you. Oof, tough luck, Sektor was the one to catch you.

You could’ve easily booked it out of there with your bunny legs, but you had no clue how quickly those guns would take you out. So you just stayed there staring blankly at her as she yelled at you about something like “state your purpose” or whatever. You couldn’t hear over the fear that was consuming you. You flattened yourself on the ground, your ears flopped back against your head. You kept your eyes on those guns until someone finally came to your rescue. Oh thank goodness it was Bi-Han.

…

No one looks at Bi-Han and says thank goodness, but he was your knight in dark blue armor at that moment.

“What do you think you are doing?” He scolded Sektor, the sound of his voice making your ears perk up.

Her face plates opened to show her face before she spoke, “I am taking care of this intruder.” She pointed towards you, but Bi-Han could only see your ears poking over the vegetation.

“The bunny? You are wasting your time on killing a bunny?!” He nearly shouted at her for such a ridiculous thing.

“What?! This is not just some bunny, look!” She dragged Bi-Han to where she was standing so he could get a better view of you.

You were still flat on the ground with your eyes looking up at him. He was quiet as he stared down at you. His face seemed blank but under the surface he was quite intrigued. A bunny person, who would’ve thought such a being existed.

Since Bi-Han was in front of Sektor you thought you might actually have a chance at escape. She wouldn’t risk Bi-Han getting hurt because she tried to shoot you. She could easily make a mistake. You lifted yourself a little, your tail down and your ears forward. Bi-Han made the mistake of taking a step towards you which triggered your fight or flight and fuck trying to box that man. You ain’t winnin. You bolted out of there, your feet sort of flicking back as you used the nature around you to disguise yourself. That flick was like flipping them off, a fuck you for trying to kill me. And look at you, you still manage to steal two carrots, an extra fuck you to them.

That was the start of it all. Your cute little tail and your quick speed captured the grandmaster’s attention. Bi-Han wanted to believe he was interested in you cause of the fact that you could potentially be a good addition to his clan. Bunnies might be prey but they will still fight to survive. In reality, your pleading eyes and pointy ears warmed his frozen heart a little. Having a bunny around wouldn’t be so bad.

So he waited with great patience, seeing if you were brave enough to return. Fortunately for him, and unfortunately for you, the Earth was not kind enough to give you easy access to food. You had to return to the Lin Kuei for a chance at survival while also risking your death. But on arrival at the garden you were surprised to see a door to the temple open. The warm light inside tempted you, promising you warmth and safety. Then you saw Bi-Han come into view. The sight of him almost made you hop out of there but when you saw what was in his hand you hesitated.

He is tempting you, sweetie, he is tempting you with some carrots and turnips. Got some parsley in there too, oh what a treat.

He was waving them in front of you like that was really gonna work…oh gosh it worked. You slowly but carefully crept towards him. It would be much easier to take it from him than to dig it up yourself.

“…are you going to kill me?” You asked him.

“No, that is an idiotic question.”

“I’m just making sure,” you stayed quiet for a second, “Are you gonna eat me?”

“I do not need to be nice to you. Are you coming in or not?” His tone was aggressive even though he was trying his hardest to lure you in. No one said he was good at picking up bunny people.

Fine, fine, you’re desperate to survive out here. It wouldn’t hurt you to hop into the temple and eat out of Bi-Han’s hands. You’ll be in and out just like that. A handsome man will feed you, who’s gonna deny that.

Oh, oh you’re getting close. Oh the carrots are right in front of your nose. You can smell it, your ears are twitching in excitement. One more step and…yeah you’re domesticated. GOT YA

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Obviously, you never left the Lin Kuei. You never left Bi-Han. And why would you when that man basically provides you with everything. He treats you like the delicate bunny you are.

Originally, he tried to involve you as another member of his clan. You truly had potential especially when you back-kicked Sektor after she snuck up on you the day after you went inside. Those powerful thumpers sent her flying back twenty feet. Yeah, her suit absorbed the hit, but it was embarrassing. But even with that potential, you really didn’t want to do all that. You would rather flop down on Bi-Han’s bed.

Oh yeah, you were quick to be in his bed…NOT LIKE THAT.

You didn’t wait to see if there was another room for you to stay in and make it your own. Nope, you found the largest room in the temple (which was his) and claimed it as your own. He tried pushing you off, but you were dead weight because once you flop you won’t get back up. So, he was forced to have you as a snuggle buddy, oh the horror. What would Bi-Han do with this soft being that won’t leave his bed? He has no choice but to cuddle them every night with his face between their fluffy ears.

With a situation like that it was no wonder you guys became close. He found your presence pleasing and you found his ability to handle your antics charming. You’re a very fussy bunny, but what bunny person isn’t? I mean just look at you giving him attitude right now cause he wouldn’t allow you to show him your love. That’s probably because your love language involves biting and licking.

Thump, Thump

“Enough,” He responded dully with his arms crossed.

Thump, Thump, Thump

“We are in the middle of practice.” He warned you as he continued watching his clansmen train.

THUMP!!

Your padded feet slammed down on the wooden floor, sounding like thunder crashing down. One more hit and you’d break the floor. You stopped but that didn’t mean you would stop trying to get Bi-Han’s attention. You started running circles around him, your padded feet making light thumping sounds all around him. Your cotton tail wagged to show you were displeased with him and how he ignored you. But he clearly got the hint with your ears smacking his face when you rounded back to his front. He had to grab you by the ears to stop you before asking,

“What? What is it that you want? If you are looking for food you can either wait or you can get it from the dining area—”

“I just want to show you my love…and get your attention!” You flopped your body onto him and he was forced to wrap his arms around your waist.

Everyone in the room gave a similar look to Bi-Han. It was a look that said “just let them do what they want already we really don’t care” and they truly don’t because everybody knows you two are together. You won, he gave in.

“Alright you have my attention, it is yours. Do what you want but no more interrupting.”

“Yes!” You leaped high into the air, radiating pure joy like you just won the lottery.

Bi-Han held you in his arms as he rested his head on top of yours. You used that as an opportunity to kiss him along his jawline before nibbling on him a little. He let out groans and occasionally gave a quiet “ow” but endured it all. This is your love, he’ll take it. Plus, he’s not gonna make himself look weak because he can’t take a few nibbles. You’re soothing the stinging with little love licks. Don’t tell anybody this but he secretly…not so secretly loves it.

But the best part about situations like this when you’re all over Bi-Han and he gives you attention is Sektor’s reactions. You can always see out of the corner of your eyes the anger brewing in her with every lick and kiss you give him. And what do you do every time? You stick the tip of your tongue out like a clueless bunny, give a devious smirk, and bite Bi-Han again. She won’t do a damn thing because no one will put a hand on Bi-Han’s bunny. He makes sure of that.

She just has to suffer with the fact that a bunny person shares Bi-Han’s bed but doesn’t share Bi-Han. Ain’t that right, Bi-Han?

“That’s enough.”

Thump!

“Fine, but you can only lick and kiss me. You have bitten me enough.”

Yap notes: Look guys, it’s you 👇

I don't think this is my best tbh. I might've been unfocused a lot but that's what this semester is doing to me. I really wanna get back into writing fanfics but my professors have drained me. Also to Fishii if you read this I'm a liar I did get distracted while writing this but it was for funny reasons. Trust, trust. Okay now I have to lock in and do my hw. I hope yall like the blinkie btw XD. Adiós!

[cinnaleaf]

「 Loc’d In | One Shot 」

summary: you have rules for your clients — strict ones, no exceptions. but when jules calls for yet another late night retwist, you let him in...again. | MDNI 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of wine, french phrases loosely translated to english wc: ~4.6k song inspo: Call on Me x Janet Jackson & Nelly | Butterflies x Isaiah Falls & Joyce Wrice 🔒🗝️: *insert bratz doll with messy hair meme* 🤸🏾‍♂️

You were finishing up with your last client of the day just as your phone rang. It was late, you were exhausted, and truthfully – all you wanted to do was lay on the couch, have a glass of wine, and rest your feet after doing a set of starter locs, retwists, and braids all day. When you looked at your phone, you saw Jules’ name flash across the screen which made your lips curve upward into a smile. He was your favorite client, not just because of his good looks – but also because of his sensible fashion choice and great taste in music. You two were always a little flirty during his appointments, but it never went further than occasional second glances, spontaneous lip syncing battles, playful back and forth banter, and maybe a lingering hand on your waist after a goodbye hug every once in a while.

Somehow, this man managed to bypass your booking system every single time he wanted his hair done. You were meticulous with it: online scheduling only, deposits upfront, a minimum of 24 hours notice, a five minute grace period, no housecalls, and NO flirting. Him calling you up like this became an increasingly common occurrence, so you already knew what he wanted when you finally answered the phone. No one could ever make you break your rules as often as he did – especially the last rule.

“Jules...” you greeted, continuing to speak into the phone without giving him a chance to say anything back. “You know I don’t do last minute bookings. Check the website.”

An amused laugh filtered through the phone. “Ouais..I know. But that’s not what you said last time.” he replied with a silky, yet playful tone that almost made you want to unravel immediately. “You did it before, non? Counting on your generosity for my shoot tomorrow.”

“No. You’re counting on my patience that’s running thin with you…” you countered, leaning into the playful back and forth as you shifted around on your tired feet. “Tu me fatigues Jules” (you’re wearing me out).

“Not even one last favor for me?” he shot back in a smooth French accent that was softening you up just like it always did when you spoke to him over the phone. “This is the last time. I promise.”

“Uh huh..because that’s what you said last time you called for a retwist. And that one time before that when you went on holiday and wanted braids.” you reminded him, smirking to yourself. “If we’re breaking my rules again then you owe me.”

“Add extra to my tab then” he replied with an audible smile through the phone. “Maybe some wine could make up for the timing? What kind do you like?”

You leaned back, entertaining his offer a bit more. “Hmm.. a glass of Côtes du Rhône would do it,” you suggested, already thinking about how it would taste on your tongue.

“Ahh Côtes du Rhône” he echoed in a velvety smooth voice, making you wonder just how much trouble you were going to get into tonight. “I’ll bring a good bottle for my favorite loctician.”

You shook your head, giggling into the phone. “You must really want my magic touch.”

“I do” he responded, shifting into a more seductive undertone. “You know you want to see me too or you would’ve let the phone ring.”

“Vasy. T’es trop sûr de toi” (c’mon. you’re too sure of yourself), you retorted, trying to sound like you weren’t bothered, but you couldn’t lie to yourself – you didn’t mind seeing him..even if it was late. “Don’t take too long. You’re already pushing it.”

“I’ll make it worth your while” Jules replied, his voice like honey dripping over the words low and deliberate as if he was implying something else. He drew out each syllable, like he wanted you to feel it.

“Mhm... on verra bien (we’ll see), you murmured in a playful lilt. “Ten. Don’t be late Jules.”

Jules let out a knowing chuckle. “Jamais (never). On my way now.”

The moment you hung up the phone you headed straight for the bathroom to freshen up. For whatever reason, you were prepping like you had an incoming dick appointment and not a retwist with a regular client. After your shower, you set everything out needed for his retwist, taking a quick glance to make sure you didn’t forget anything. Clips were lined in a neat row, you had a rat tail comb for parting, and a jar of loc and twist gel next to a bottle of mousse. Just as you were setting down a spray bottle of rosewater to keep his locs hydrated, the doorbell rang. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you opened the door and saw Jules standing on the other side. He stood outside with one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding onto the bottle of wine he promised you. His eyes swept over you, taking in the curves of your body before he reached your eyes and smiled at you.

“For you,” he stated warmly. When you accepted the wine, you felt the cool glass contrast with the warmth from your hand as Jules leaned in, wrapping his arm around you in a brief but firm hug.

“Ça va, ma belle? (How are you, beautiful?)” he spoke in a low tone, not taking his eyes off of you. He placed a soft kiss to your cheek and thought of lips so close to yours nearly made you shift your lips toward his, but you resisted..for now.

“Ça va (I’m good)” you replied, tilting your head enough to meet his gaze. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you in. You’re five and a half minutes late.” You pulled out your phone to show him the timer you set when your clients didn’t show up on time. Yeah.. maybe it was a little much, but people loved playing with your time..and your coin.

Jules glanced at the timer on your phone and shook his head. “Ahh désolé (sorry)” he responded, acting like he was apologetic but in reality he was testing you. “Had to make sure I got the right wine though…”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, trying not to smile even though you really wanted to. “Mhm, yeah..whatever. Come in before I change my mind.” You motioned for him to follow you and you set the wine bottle on the table as you led him toward your set up. He took a seat in the chair and you poured two glasses of wine, handing him one.

“So...did you already wash your hair?” you started, raising an eyebrow as you clinked your wine glass against his. “I could’ve done that too since you already have me working..”

“Bien sûr (of course),” he smiled, taking a sip of wine. “Sounds like I missed out though. Next time I’ll let you handle it start to finish.”

You laughed as you set down your glass and picked up the comb to section his hair. “For making me work after hours you should throw in a massage. My feet ache” you bantered, not really expecting anything of it as your hands worked through his hair.

He tilted his head back and your subconscious instinctively moved your hands to cup his chin as he looked at you. “Yeah? We can take it to the couch.”

You didn’t have to think twice about it and took him up on the offer, grabbing your glass and leading him to the couch. He sat in front of you on the floor and you sunk into the cushions behind him with your bare legs on the sides of his shoulders. Once he settled, you scooted closer and felt the heat of him pressed between your thighs. You really weren’t one to even think about pulling something like this with your clients, but his face and voice had you damn near ready to agree to anything he said. 

For now you were blaming it on the wine, even though you had barely started drinking it.

You misted his locs with the spray bottle and the floral scent enveloped with the argan and hibiscus scent from the gel as you carefully parted his hair with the comb. You applied gel to each section, smoothing it over with a slow touch. Your fingers worked themselves into a familiar rhythm as you twisted the roots of each loc and secured them with a clip.

The melodic beats of Call on Me by Janet Jackson and Nelly hummed throughout the room. Jules nodded along to the music, dipping his head slightly with each twist. His shoulders brushed against your knee and the tips of his locs grazed against your thigh. You could feel the heat radiating off his body and every subtle movement he made was sparking straight to your core. You attempted to ignore it and moved your hands methodically as you worked the gel into his roots and twisted each section, trying to focus on the rhythm of your fingers against his scalp.

“Boyfriend coming to see you after this?” Jules asked slyly, acting casual as if he was just curious.

You paused for a second before getting right back into the rhythm. “Um..no.” you replied with a small smile. “I’m single...” His question threw you all the way off and you were hoping he didn’t catch on. Your relationship status wasn’t any of his business but you found yourself answering honestly anyway. With any other client, it would’ve been straight lies just so you could shut it down…but you didn’t want to shut it down with him.

“Ah bon? (really?)” he replied in a satisfied voice. “I thought somebody would be keeping you busy.”

You laughed, taking a short break to take another sip of wine. “No. You’re the one keeping me busy with all these late night appointments.” 

Jules smirked and gave you a smug look. “I’m not letting anybody else in my hair like this” he said in a warm and smooth voice, knowing exactly what his voice was doing to you because you kept fidgeting. “People keep asking who hooks me up but non...I’m keeping you to myself.”

You playfully tapped him with the comb and laughed, shaking your head. “Oh..so you’re blocking my blessings and denying me good business? That’s selfish Jules.” you joked, but you were also serious because who did he think he was? Definitely not your man.

He kissed his teeth and drifted his hand to your ankle to trace over the cool golden links of your anklet. “No. What’s selfish…” he started, leaning his head back to meet your eyes. “is you sitting here like you don’t know I want more than a retwist ma belle.”

You felt your heart quicken in pace as he held your gaze and grazed his fingers up your calf. Your breath caught in your throat, trying to fight the warm sensations coursing through you. You cupped his face, tilting his head back in place so that you could continue your task.

“Bouge pas (be still)”, you muttered in a quiet voice. You ignored his previous statement, feeling conflicted between breaking another rule of yours or throwing it back on this man. Your hands were shaking slightly as you reached the last loc. Jules hand stayed on your leg, dragging back and forth against your soft skin.

“Y/N…” he called out. Your name rolled off his tongue, easily wrapping you in a state of lewd thoughts. His thumb pressed into the curve behind your knee, making you tingle with want.

“Fuck…” you breathed out. All you wanted to do was press your legs together to relieve the pressure building in your core, but he was right there locking you in place. You took a deep breath and leaned into his ear. “Let me finish first,” you whispered, barely keeping a steady voice. You retwisted the last of his locs and applied mousse, moving your fingers over his head quickly and shakily. 

You reached for the blow dryer, trying to finish quickly so that you could get to the night’s next set of activities. Before you could even turn the switch on, you felt the heat of Jules’ lips pressing into the soft inside of your knee, making your breath hitch.

“Mm..J-jules..” you tried to warn, to have some sort of authority in your own home, but it sounded more like you were pleading. The vibration from the dryer in your hand didn’t do much to mask the feeling of his mouth trailing higher toward your thigh. He couldn’t give a damn about you trying to set his retwist properly.

“Quoi? (what?)” he spoke against your skin, making you feel the faint heat of his breath against the sensitive skin of your thigh. “You said I’m keeping you busy all night. La nuit n’est pas finie.. (the night isn’t over.)”

You could barely hold on to the dryer and your fingers almost slipped from it when he left an open kiss along your thigh.

“Julesss..” you echoed again, softly this time as you dragged out his name.

He smiled against your skin and wrapped his hand around the back of your thigh. “You don’t want me to stop, n’est ce pas? (do you?)” He was taunting you, daring you to drop the charade and show him how bad you wanted him to fuck you senseless. Your heart hammered against your chest and you switched the dryer off, letting it fall to be forgotten on the couch. His hair was dry enough…you were not.

“Non, je... je veux pas que t’arrêtes (no, i don’t want you to stop),” you whispered quickly before you had time to take your words back. With one swift movement, Jules lifted your leg over his shoulder by gripping the curve of your thigh and he turned toward you. You tried to pull the last of the clips out of his hair while he trailed kisses from your legs to your neck. He smirked at you as you removed the last clip and he leaned into your ear. “How much do I owe you?” he said, handing his phone for you to input the amount.

“Ugh..” you groaned and snatched the phone from his hand, annoyed that he was prolonging you from what you really wanted. You were struggling to type in the amount due to him testing your focus by kissing the curve of your neck.

“Mmm..Jules, I can’t concentrate” you moaned softly, arching into his body. His hand slid up your inner thigh, settling dangerously close to where you wanted him to touch you. He had you almost ready to beg for it with the way he was stretching things out. You sucked in a breath when his thumb brushed over your clothed folds. You gripped the phone tighter, still not finished with entering in the amount. It was only three digits but the way he was touching you made it hard for your fingers to focus on three simple taps. Your free hand brushed up against his hardened length stretching against his joggers, making you forget about the late fee you should’ve charged him for. 

“You’re still working ma belle” he pointed out, as if he wasn’t the one distracting you from ending this appointment in the first place.

You rolled your eyes, managing to finish tapping in the amount and handed him the phone. Jules lips ghosted over your jawline, his thumb hovered over the send button but then he glanced down at his phone, adding an extra zero to the amount you entered in before finally pressing send. The minute he dropped his phone on the couch you pulled him closer to you, biting your lip as you looked him in the eye. “Tu me rends toute chose…” (implies 'you’re turning me on')

Jules pupils were blown wide with cravings for you. “C’est ça que tu veux? (you want this?)” he taunted again, trailing kisses down to your collarbone. You really wanted to tell him to get on with it and take you already, but you needed to have some type of decorum so he wouldn’t know how needy you were for him. Instead, you nodded. His hand found his way back up and he pressed into your shorts again, hovering right above your clit. He teased you with slow and gentle pressure, making a soft shaky moan slip from your mouth. You tilted your hips up instinctively and leaned into his touch and he smirked, loving every gasp and shiver coming from you. Jules breath fanned against your skin and he whispered, “Tu sais que j’aime te faire languir…” (you know i love making you wait)

It was then that you remembered you forgot to charge him a late fee, but unbeknownst to you, he had already taken care of that well beyond your little fee. Either way, your mind quickly moved on from that the minute he started pulling at your top, lifting it over your head. You tugged at the waistband on your shorts, trying to pull them off, but Jules grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Non.. attends moi (no..wait for me)” he spoke in a low, sensual command. 

“Tu aimes ça, hein? (you like this, huh?)” he continued, dripping his words like he was pouring sex directly into your ear.

“Jules stop fucking playing with me” you hissed, finally over it. 

His hand moved to your boobs, rubbing the pad of his thumb and index fingers against your nipples.

“Ah, putain (fuck)” you hissed again, arching more into his touch. He put his mouth on your sensitive nipple, sucking with just enough pressure before lightly nipping you with his teeth. You gasped, rolling your eyes back from the sensation. Your fingers ran over his freshly done retwist and you could smell a faint hint of argan oil and rosewater filling your nostrils as he drove you further out of your mind. His lips moved to your other breast, sucking, nibbling, and blowing cool air against your skin. You were squirming now, desperate, but not ready to beg..or so you thought.

“I’m gonna kick you out my house if you don’t hurry up” you threatened, but it was a very weak threat. You didn’t even believe it yourself.

“No you won’t” he said confidently, slipping his fingers down to your shorts to remove them. He toyed with the edge of your panties and your hips jerked involuntarily. Your body was betraying your attempt at acting like he didn’t have you hot and bothered. “Look at you. You’re already begging without your words.”

“Fuck you.” you sang out breathlessly. It sounded more like an invitation than whatever insult you were trying to portray.

“Pas encore bébé (not yet baby)” he replied, grazing his fingers over your soaked panties.

“Jules.” you spoke his name with a warning. 

He tilted his head up, acting nonchalant. “Oui? Tu veux quelque chose? Tell me.” (yes? you want something?)

You sucked in a breath trying to battle with your pride and horniness. He was playing with you, and he was too good with it. You didn’t want him to give him the satisfaction of begging, but your body wasn’t on the same page with you right now. You tilted your hips up to chase the pressure of his hand and his smile widened.

“Ah voilà (there is is).” Jules slipped his hands under your panties, finally touching where you were soaked and aching for him. Your head fell back when he grazed over your clit and you moaned when he began swirling circles on your sensitive nub.

“Please Jules” you whined, suddenly breaking your resolve. The word slipped from your mouth before you could stop it. Jules dipped two of his fingers inside of you, slowly so that you could feel every inch of his touch. Your lips parted and a moan ripped out of you. He curled his fingers inside of you and dragged his thumb against your clit, making your thighs shake. Your hands made their way to the waistband of his joggers, tugging at them to pull them down far enough to reveal an outline of his dick pressing against his boxers.

He smirked at you and picked up the rhythm of his fingers inside you. “You’re soaking wet. This what I do to you?”

There was no point in trying to deny it. “Jules just fuck–” Your words got lost within you when he slid his fingers out and brought them to your lips. His eyes seared into you and he tapped his fingers against your bottom lip, waiting.

“Open. Taste yourself” he commanded. You hesitated, but then you looked at him through your lashes and wrapped your lips around his fingers, letting your tongue slide across his fingers as you sucked. He licked his lips, tilting his head as he watched you. You felt his dick twitch against your thigh and you knew he was probably imagining it was his dick you were sucking on.

“Good girl” he whispered, adding a kiss to your jaw. After removing his clothing, he reached in his wallet to pull out a condom. He had a cocky grin on his face as he tore the foil open with his mouth and slid the rubber over himself. You bit your lip while he stroked his dick a few times, priming himself for you like he wanted you to watch. Jules was hard as a rock, standing thick and ready for you, making your mouth water at the sight.

Just as you were about to say something, Jules gripped the back of your thighs to push your knees toward your chest. The stretch left you open and you could feel the cool air contrasting with the wetness from your pussy. You barely had time to brace yourself before he sunk into you, starting to fill you with his thickness. Your strangled gasps were music to his ears as he filled you up slowly, making you feel his tip, down to his balls pressed up against you.

“Oooh wait” you whimpered, clutching your fingers on his shoulders while your body adjusted to the way he stretched you out from the slow drag of his first thrust. “Oh my god…” you whispered when Jules started moving again.

“Take it bébé.” Jules groaned from how tight you felt. His strokes were long and deep. “You’re doing so good.”

You dug your nails into his skin as he picked up the pace and your whimpers turned into gasps. “Faster” you managed to get out in between a moan. Jules grinned and obliged, snapping his hips against yours harder and faster. He pressed down on your lower abdomen with his hand. It was so intentional your eyes rolled back from the pressure.

“You feel that? I’m all the way in.”

Your golden anklet dangled noisily near his ear and he groaned again, tilting his hips up enough to hit your spot with precision. You couldn’t answer him because you were too busy moaning from the way he was hitting your g spot. The only thing outside of your moans that could be heard was his groans, and the wet squelch of each thrust mixing with the R&B playing softly in the background. His fingers found your clit again and he circled it with just the right amount of pressure, making you moan out his name.

“Jules... oh my god..right there Jules” you cried out.

“Mmm say my name like that again” he said, grazing your neck as his pace grew faster. You were on the verge of breaking into pieces. The feeling was so overwhelming but you were trying to hold on to savour the moment.

“Don’t hold back,” Jules demanded. When you didn’t immediately obey him and come undone, he pulled out of you, making you whimper from the loss of him inside you. “Turn around” he commanded, already guiding you with his hands. He smacked your ass and the sting made you wince and moan at the same time. He moved his hand to grip your chin and pull you up so that your back was pressed against his chest. “Show me what I do to you Y/N.”

He slid back into you in one smooth stroke. His locs brushed up against your cheek as he continued with each deep stroke, pushing you closer to your orgasm. Eventually his hand made its way back to your clit, but this time you couldn’t hold back when he started circling it deliberately.

“C’est ça, bébé (that’s it baby). Let it go” he coaxed in a rough and sexy voice. Your walls clenched around him as you moaned. You gripped the arm he had wrapped around you because it was the only thing you had to hold on to. Your orgasm came in waves as you pulsed repeatedly around his dick. You were trembling, soaked, and the sensation from the remnants of your orgasm dripped down your thighs.

Jules wasn’t done with you, no.. not yet.

He pushed you forward back onto the couch and gripped your hips as he kept up with his momentum. His breath was getting ragged and you were a mess of moans and gasps, barely able to form any words because he was fucking you so well.

“Jules, Jules, Jules..” was all you could manage. Hearing you moan his name over and over again like that made his thrusts erratic, he was losing control as he got closer to the edge. With one last deep stroke, he let out a guttural groan and spilled his cum into the condom. You felt him twitch inside you as his hips slowed and drew out his release until he collapsed against your back.

His lips pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder, still breathing unevenly. “You good?” he asked before placing more kisses over your back.

“Mhm” with a small nod and a giggle was all you could muster in your blissed out state. Jules pulled back, sliding out of you with care so that he could throw away the condom. When he came back, he sat next to you on the couch and pulled you onto his lap like he wasn’t ready to part from the skin on skin contact yet.

“You still mad about me being late?” he asked, smirking while tracing the skin on your thigh.

You rolled your eyes and rested your head against his chest. “Shut up Jules.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hip. “You know you would’ve missed me if I didn’t pull up.”

You kissed your teeth and sat up enough to give him a glare. “No. I miss my peace” you shot back, but you were still curled up in this man’s lap after sex, actions not matching your words. You weren’t fooling anybody.. not even yourself. 

“Trop tard ma belle. T’es déjà loc’d in avec moi." (too late beautiful, we’re loc’d in now)

You laughed louder than you intended to and pushed your hands against his chest in a playful way. “Stop. That’s so damn corny.”

“And yet..here you are sitting on me and laughing at it” he bragged, widening his grin. He kissed your lips and you could feel the roughness of his facial hair starting to fire you up all over again.

You shook your head, leaning into him again while tracing the veins of his arm with your hand. Your thoughts drifted and you realized you broke every rule except the one about house calls. At least you still had your dignity with that one. That line hadn’t been crossed yet.

As if sensing your thoughts, Jules’ hands wandered up your waist and tipped your chin to turn your face toward him again. “Come to my place and spend the night? Let me take care of you.”

You sighed, but before you could come up with a smart reply, he leaned in with his locs and lips brushing over your ear. “Remember....”

“La nuit n’est pas finie.”

song inspo:

[8-evil-annoying-catboys]

that’s a fair point. i’m envisioning something of a gift economy, so for example your table could be made to your specifications by someone who just, has the skills and materials necessary to do so, because you need a table and they can provide that, with no exchange necessary. i’m not necessarily thinking of mass-produced, well, anything—at most, artisans could spend their time making as many unique tables (or whatever) as they want and people would still be able to browse their stock. my point is that there would be little use for money if everyone was willing to give freely, and all of us would have more freedom to put personality, or our heart and soul or whatever, into whatever it is we’re each good at making, if we were more focused on providing for ourselves and the people nearest us as needed, instead of being focused on making money.

either way, money or no money, we can and should all agree on one thing: wealth inequality needs to go, and by any means necessary, if we want even a small chance at reducing the amount of suffering and evil in the world. money could stay or go, depending on what a free and equitable society would look like.

i definitely doubt money would be phased out in my lifetime, tbh, even if inequality was no more right now immediately, but i also doubt it would still exist for, say, 7 generations out from the death of wealth inequality. i think that the longer society went without inequality, the less people would really expect or even need something in return for providing goods and services, but i could certainly be wrong. i have no experience with that kind of society to say anything about it with certainty, we all can only pose hypotheticals.

maybe i simply give too many people the benefit of the doubt, since i personally would not care about getting anything in return for something i don’t need (like a table i made because i like and am good at making tables, or clothes/blankets i crocheted to have something to do) if i did not need anything i didn’t have, or if i could trust that my needs would be met by others around me with a similar indifference to being paid back.

fairness is certainly subjective, and in a world where i didn’t have to have money to buy food and water and to rent a home, i would see taking items off my hands that i don’t need, that are just taking up space in my home as a fair trade: my items for just the space in my home that is required to store them. and i say this as someone who grows food and crochets clothes and blankets, so i do know the work it takes to make necessary goods. it is also vital to have space to store those goods in order to keep a clean house, and sometimes you just want to make a pair of gloves even though you already have a ton of them and don’t need or have the space for more.

not everyone has the same attitude as me, but i do wonder if the attitude that everything must be paid back with something material and tangible is simply inherent to some people, or if it is cultivated by growing up in a society which requires trade for everything and does not allow everyone’s needs to be met. but that’s a question with no firm answer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and ultimately, the continued existence or gradual phasing-out of money is kind of besides the point anyway, since money isn’t the problem, wealth and power dynamics are. either vision for society would still be ideal, as long as everyone has their needs met and no one gets to live a ridiculously lavish life that is inaccessible to everyone else

I don't think that money is actually the root of all evil like if we got rid of money there would still be stuff to hoard inequality still existed before the invention of money

Money is quite a useful tool for doing business with people you don't know. And real billionaires don't just have a gigantic Scrooge McDuck sized pile of coins they're sitting on. They're hoarding housing, the means of production, imaginary value taken out in investment. This system would be just as bad if we were all paid out in quantities of rice or something.

[lettre-romantiques]

7#-> 💌: a letter has arrived from satoru gojo.

dear y/n,

pretty abrupt.. if this gets through, if you're not bawling your pretty little eyes out then i am dead. i know it's a little sudden to start this letter off but.. i don't wanna sugarcoat it because i know it’s going to hurt you more than i can even imagine. i didn’t want it to end like this, not like this, but here we are. and honestly, after everything, i think i’m okay with it.

i don’t want you to feel anger right now. i don’t want you to feel regret. this isn’t your fault. if there’s anyone to blame, it’s me. it’s always been me. i knew the risks, i knew what i was up against, but i kept pushing forward. i know this isn’t how you’d want to hear it. i know you’re going to hate me for leaving you with nothing but these words. this letter is all i have left to give you. i know it won’t make up for anything. but i’m trying, in the only way i know how. if there’s any justice in this world, you’ll get it. for me, for us. and maybe, just maybe, it’ll be enough to make things right again.

i think about what could’ve been. what we could’ve had. you and me. together. free from all of this. i’d take you away, y/n, if i could. to somewhere safe, somewhere quiet. no more curses, no more fighting, no more deaths. just us, finally living a life without the weight of the world on our shoulders. but it’s not going to happen, is it? the way things are, the way the world works, it was always a dream. too big. too much. something even i wasn’t able to achieve.

but.. y/n, it’s strange. the moment i saw my own blood, the moment i knew this was it, i realized something. for all the years i’ve spent knowing to be invincible, the one thing i never considered was the idea of you. of you being the one who’d have to pick up the pieces. of you carrying the weight of everything i couldn’t save. and i need you to know this isn’t your burden to bear.

i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. i really am, you were the most wonderful partner i could ever be with.

if i could have stayed, i would’ve. you know that. but that’s not how it ended. i want you to live. i want you to find a way to be happy again. i don’t care how long it takes, or how hard it is. i want you to find that peace, even if i’m not there to see it.

you deserve justice for everything. for the pain, for the loss, for the rage you’ll feel when you read these words and realize you won’t ever get another chance to hold me again. i don’t know if this world will ever be just. i don’t know if they’ll ever pay for what they did to us. but i trust you to do what needs to be done. you always were the better one, even if you didn’t know it. just don’t lose yourself. that’s all i ask of you.

this letter is all i have left to give you. and i know it won’t make up for anything. i wish i could say more. i wish i could say goodbye in a way that wouldn’t leave you crying. i wish i could be there to hold you, to kiss you, to tell you that i love you one more time. but this is all i have left. these words. and maybe, just maybe, they’ll be enough to make sure you know how much i loved you, though i understand that’ll be unlikely. but i hope that, one day, you’ll read this and know that i loved you. that i will always love you.

listen, i know you’re going to fight. i know that rage is going to take over you— the same rage that’s been inside me during this time. but please, please don’t let it consume you. don’t let it make you lose yourself. i don’t want you to become someone else because of me. i don’t want you to walk down the same path that i did, believing that the only way to get justice is through bloodshed. you’re better than that. you always were.

this is it. there’s a part of me that wishes i could have done more, that wishes i could have fought harder, that wishes i could have come up with some plan, some way to get us both out of this hellhole of a world. but i’m done pretending. i’m done trying to outsmart fate.

i know what’s coming, y/n. and i’ve made peace with it. maybe it’s because i’ve been facing the inevitable for so long that it’s not as terrifying as it should be. but that doesn’t mean i’m not afraid. i’m afraid of leaving you behind. i’m afraid of not being able to make things right. i’m afraid of knowing that you’ll have to live without me.

i’m sorry. i’m sorry i couldn’t be there for you. i’m sorry that this world took me from you. but i want you to keep going. for me. for us. please, y/n. keep living. for me. for us. find a way to heal. find a way to move forward. i won’t be there to help you. i won’t be there to hold your hand, but i’ll always be with you in the pieces of your heart. i’ll always be there, just like i promised.

i know how this sounds. i know how it feels to read words on a page that won’t ever bring me back, and that’s the hardest thing about this. i’m writing this to you, and it’s just a letter. it’s all i have. but i need you to understand that you have so much more than this. you have everything you need to keep going.

i’m so fucking sorry. forgive me, please. forgive me for leaving you like this, for doing this to you. i never wanted to hurt you. i never wanted to put you through any of this. but here we are. and now, this is the reality we’re facing. i know it’s not fair. nothing about this is.

i wish i could’ve seen your smile once more. it’s imprinted in my brain, like a photo i can’t shake, but no matter how hard i try, it’s never enough. every time i close my eyes, i can still picture it— that soft, cute smile that always makes everything feel okay. you have no idea how much it means to me, y/n. that smile, that light, it was the one thing i could hold onto when everything around me seemed dark. i’ve spent so much of my life chasing after something, trying to make a difference. but in the end, it was you. your smile. your warmth. that was the real answer, the thing that kept me grounded. and now, knowing i’ll never see it again, it’s like a part of me is missing. i’ll carry it with me, but it's not the same. i want to hold onto that memory forever, but i can’t shake the feeling that it’s slipping away. and that hurts more than i can put into words.

goodness, i’m tearing up, how silly. ironic.

there’s so much i love about you. it’s impossible to list it all, but if i could, i would tell you about the way your eyes light up when you laugh, how it’s like the whole world falls away and nothing else matters. i love the way you’re always thinking of others, even when you’re carrying your own weight. you never asked for the world to be this way, and yet, you still choose to fight. i love how you challenge me, how you make me want to be better, even when i thought i was already everything i could be. but more than that, i love how you loved me. even when i was too reckless, too wild, too lost. when i couldn’t even love myself fully, you made me believe that i was worth something.

you made me feel like i was home. i don’t think i’ve ever truly felt like i belonged after suguru, somewhere until i met you. with you, i could finally breathe. i could finally let my guard down. there’s something about the way you hold me, like everything’s going to be okay, even when it’s not. i’ll carry that feeling with me, y/n, even as i’m fading away. it’s the only thing that gives me peace right now.

but damn, it hurts knowing i’ll never get to hold you like that again, to hear your voice call my name, to feel your hand in mine. the world’s going to keep turning, and i won’t be there for you when you need me most. and that breaks me more than anything. but if you can, if you can find a way to move on, just know that i’ll always be in your heart. always. even if it feels like i’m gone, know that a part of me will always be with you. it’s just the part of me that loves you most.

i’m sorry for not being there. when i wasn’t there for the quiet moments, the ones that mattered most. and now, all i have is this— these words, these apologies, and a lifetime of regret i won’t get to undo. i’m sorry for the pain i caused you, for all the times i didn’t

show up when i promised i would. i’m sorry i made you feel alone in the one thing that should’ve brought us together. at least our last conversation we had wasn’t a big fight. i’m glad for that. but i’m also sad that will be our last.

but hey, i'm gonna die with a smile. not because it's easy, obviously, but because i'm okay with it, because for a second, just for a second, i had something real. something worth fighting for. we had our good moments, right? those little pieces of time where everything felt right, when it was just you and me against the world. i wouldn't trade that for anything. so yeah, i’m smiling, even now, because i got to love you. even if it’s only for a moment, it’s more than some people ever get. and that’s enough for me.

goodbye, my sweetheart. don’t forget me.

i love you.

from, satoru gojo.

p.s. i love you. more than i’ll ever be able to put into words. and in the end, that’s all i really have to give you. my love. always and forever.

[r0-boat]

Protective!Satan

Whb Satan headcannons about him being a little overprotective towards the MC

He did say he wanted you to enjoy your time in hell. He just didn't think you would adapt so easily...

He thought he knew humans didn't really like the concept of devils but you seemed different. Now he regrets telling you that devils can't lie. He can't stand watching you be so overly friendly and naive enjoying the company of every devil you come across.

Yes just because devils can't lie that doesn't mean they are necessarily good. Devil's can still bend the truth, devil's can still manipulate. Sitri could only huff at his anger reminding his king that he was the one who dug his hole. Satan takes it upon himself to be your protector. He swears if one little hair on your head is missing he will rage. He's itching to use this new baseball bat he bought. You glare at him at the fact that he's chasing away anyone and everyone around you and he just smiles and says "Good. The less devils, the better."

Satan will be hanging around with a weapon in his hand glaring at whoever you're talking to every time you look back at him he'll just smile warmly at you only at you.

He hates the fact that devils crowd around you. In Gehenna He's practically attached to you at the hip growling for devils to give you space. He's only asking 'nicely' this once; anyone who doesn't listen they will get a punch to the face.

Like hell he would let the other kings be in the same room with you alone! He knows exactly how devil's act. He knows that the moment A devil has the chance to take temptation, they will take it.

You can hang out with whatever you want. But the moment they fuck up or he catches wind of any devil that wrongs you in some way him and his entire regimen of wrathful bloodthirsty devils will jump them on the street.

Of course he isn't as openly violent when he's escorting you in the human world, at first. (It's tough to conceal wrath) He wants to let you know that he's only sparing the guy that was rude to you because you told him to.

MC: "if you don't have something nice to say don't say it at all!" >:(

"Oh ok" *punches Mammon without saying anything*

Must know your location 80% of the time.

As much as he doesn't like the Kings hanging around you, he'd rather they be around you instead of you being completely alone on the streets of hell. You're so naive and easy to get along with, and devils naturally flock to you, so he's worried that an angel might deceive you or, worse, a devil with not the best intentions might lure you somewhere. Just because devils can't tell lies, that doesn't make them exceptionally safe. You wander around too much and the only reason why he hasn't put a tracker on your phone is because He's not Leviathan.

*angry housewife noises* "WHERE THE F WERE YOU?!"

-You were only gone for 5 minutes-

Satan and Leviathan will think it's crazy if you ever bring it up but they're actually a pretty similar when it comes to you Levi is a little more internal where Leviathan will delete numbers or ask you a billion questions about the devil you hung out with yesterday, Satan will pull up with an army and do a good cop bad cop interrogation with Sitri(They are both bad cops, One is just more violent than the other)

Satan 🤝 Leviathan

Murder to protect MC squad

Satan: Leviathan I need your help...

Leviathan: Go away I don't ca-

Satan: MC got a text from their ex.

Levi: .... You've come to the right place. What is your plan? I'll help you. Do you prefer poison or bullets?

[bright-side20]

Elain is pleasant to look at, her mother had once mused ..., but she has no ambition. She does not dream beyond her garden and pretty clothes. She will be an asset on the marriage market for us oneday, if that beauty holds, but it will be our own maneuverings, Nesta, not hers, that win us an advantageous match.

“Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

Rhys asked, “Have you ever seen Elain act like that before?” “No.” I chewed on my bottom lip. Rhys's gaze tracked the movement. “I mean, she's been brave when she had to be, but she's never been confrontational.” "Maybe she was never given the chance to be that way."

“But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she'd disappoint you all.” He sighed toward the ceiling. “With time and safety, perhaps we'll see a different side of her emerge.” “Don't forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one's hands dirty along the way."

Elain’s feet slipped against the floor, but Nesta gripped her upright, running her hands over Elain’s face, her shoulders, her hair— “Elain, Elain, Elain,” she sobbed....Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides.His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?” “She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.

“You are his mate. Do you even know what that means?” “It means nothing,” Elain said, her voice breaking. “It means nothing. I don’t care who decided it or why they did—” “You belong to him.” “I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.”

Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head.

“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.” Elain’s eyes widened at the obsidian-hilted blade in Azriel’s scarred hand. The runes on the dark scabbard. “It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

"It's so interesting how he played such an important role in her taking control of her power. He gave her his legendary blade and was confident that it would serve her well. He trusted her ability to make the right decision and always knew that she was more than the fragile flower everyone assumed.

“He brought you a present.”Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them.“And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

Then his gaze shifted to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral,something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly, and she gave him a shallow nod of greeting before brushing past,leading Nesta into the room.

Elain, the wretch, had taken the seat betweenFeyre and Varian, about as far from Lucien as she could get.

“Yes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut. Offer and permission.

Elain is Blodeuwedd

[uwuyangeppie]

hi this isn't really a request, i'd just like to dump some thoughts about yan!geppie :] !

thinking about what if he met his darling when they were kids. gepard was a shy and gentle kid, i bet he would be drawn to someone more tough than him or someone who could make him come out of his shell. admiration turns into a little crush (and serval of course teases him about it constantly), and it twists to something else the first time gepard sees them hurting. maybe they got into a fight, bit more than they could chew. they brushed it off as just an unserious skirmish between kids, but the sight of their bruises and scratches is engrained into little gepard's mind, and he hates it.

he couldn't wait to grow up and protect his loved ones. he doesn't forget the faces of those who inflicted injuries on his darling. someday, he'll be bigger and stronger, and he'll be able to keep them for himse protect them himself.

awww puppy love except the puppy will grow up to be a very aggressive and scary dog. so cute :3 also you know how kids will look at adults and be like “i can’t wait until i’m an adult! then i can do whatever i want!” and then they can’t because it’s adulthood? gepard is like that but he actually can do whatever he wants! just not in a good way lmfao

ALSO I THOUGHT I’D DELETED THIS AND FREAKED OUT HAHAHAHA

gepard landau has a crush on you.

from an outsider’s perspective, this was probably due to happen. you alway jump to protect others, and are made of tougher stuff than he. it happens all the time between adults, so it certainly wasn’t completely out of the question for him.

the warm smile you’re always giving him probably didn’t help either.

serval never fails to pick up on his nerves when he’s around you, and even greatly enjoys teasing him about when his words fail and he’s just stuttering through a sentence.

aww, geppie! it’s your crush! want me to go tell them you like them?!

no!

you suuuure? if i go over there, will you even be able to stop me?

serval!

i’m going, bye!

no!!

not that she ever has, yet, but he can’t risk taking that chance that she might just let it slip how much he adores you. he’s nowhere near as tough as you; you might think it’s funny or just cute, like in a younger sibling way! no way, he has to convince you that he’s not cute!

well, those were his feelings before the Incident.

it’s the first time he’s seen you lose. you sport bruises and dirt is smeared across your face, your clothes, and he swears he might be able to see it in your hair too. you brush it off, but judging by the way that the kids- the winners- opposite you are smirking, he can’t help but think it’s a bit more serious than you’re letting on.

one of the kids makes a joke at your expense.

and the feeling hits him like a truck.

it’s an emotion that a child has no business experiencing, and it’s only there for a moment, too overwhelming for his little body and brain to handle. still, he’ll remember it vividly many years in the future, the memory firmly imprinting itself into his mind. white-hot rage.

his father talks about the family lineage a lot. apparently, it’ll eventually be his job to serve the supreme guardian, as his ancestors have before him.

right now, gepard wants revenge, but if they beat you then they’ll definitely beat him. nonetheless, as his father says, he comes from a long line of strong men. that means that one day he’ll be a strong man, and he’ll ensure that nobody ever hurts you again.

[bardot49]

Fight or Flight

Chapter 5

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC (Jackson era)

Warnings: Themes of anxiety, PTSD, blood, gore, death, illness, injury, canon violence, cursing, alcohol misuse, mentions of child loss, foreplay, p in v, fingering, smut, explicit

Tags: Jackson!era Joel, Soft Joel Miller, Moody Joel Miller, Joel miller x AFAB reader, joel x female reader, Joel Miller Romance, Joel Miller x OC, Joel Miller slow burn

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Chapter Summary

Joel and Flora have a heart to heart and grow ever closer. A crisis concerning Ellie causes Joel to ask for Flora's help. Flora finally finds the courage to stand up for herself.

Chapter 5

"Give me time, I'm going to wear him down" Felicity says decisively to her friends as they walk down the main street. Flora couldn't help but overhear it as they came out of the hall and walked right in front of her causing her to stop abruptly. She knows Felicity is referring to Joel. She feels relieved nothing had happened between the two of them yet. "That brat is an annoyance, always hanging around. She's not even his real daughter" Felicity continues to say with venom. She feels angry at the mention of her friend. Felicity isn't the most discreet person and her friends only seem to encourage her bitchiness. They then start talking about something else trivial when she has an opportunity to pass them out. The other women don't give her a glance but she's glad she's not friendly with them.

"Everything ok honey?" Sally gives Flora a look as she arrives at the greenhouse. "Yep, just have a lot on my mind". "I'm here if you need me" Sally says with a kind smile. Sally is a dear friend to her but she can't talk to her about this, it's not her secret to tell. Ellie comes in and she tries to perk up for her. Flora has a suggestion for her - a tattoo to cover up the bites on her arm. Ellie lights up at the idea, the only obstacles are to first find someone willing to tattoo her and secondly to get Joel to agree to it.

There is a low hum of chatter when Joel goes into the Tipsy Bison one evening. He was after a long day patrolling and is feeling every one of his 57 years, his joints aching and back feeling stiff. They had shot six clickers that day and another few infected were caught in the traps located around the vast forest. Tommy told him that the Committee are having a meeting to plan an Easter egg hunt for the kids so he knew that for certain Felicity would be otherwise occupied. He felt like a quiet drink without her hanging around. The barman, Dave hands him a double whiskey and he takes a sip. "Evening Joel" says Eugene as he joins Joel at the bar. Joel raises his glass to him in greeting. Eugene takes a large gulp of his own drink and explains its the date of his wedding anniversary. "Forty one years since we said 'I do'. I miss her everyday. She was my one and only" he hiccups, burping a little. "She would have loved it here, my missus. Valerie was her name. We never could have kids, as much as we tried, she miscarried half a dozen times. In the end we were content with our little family of two." "Sorry to hear that Eugene" Joel replies. "Cancer got her in the end, the month before the world turned to shit" Eugene sighs, signalling to Dave for another round. Dave places the two glasses on the bar, firmly saying "Last one Eugene, I mean it". "Ok, ok" Eugene says waving his hand dismissively. "The reason I'm saying this is…" him trailing off. "…If you have a chance at happiness, take it." "To happiness" he toasts, his voice getting sleepy and Joel clinks his glass with his. Joel tells him about where they caught clickers earlier and Eugene remembers that's his turn to go patrolling the following day. "Oh fuck, I don't think I'll be in any state to go…" he slurs putting his head in his hands. Joel feels sorry for him, offering "Don't worry about it, I'll cover for you". A look of relief passes Eugene's face and he pats Joel on the shoulder saying "Thanks man, I owe you one" and he throws back the remaining liquid in his glass. "Look out for Flora, she's a sweet girl" he says protectively. "Of course I will" Joel answers, meaning it. He offers to walk the older man home before he gets more inebriated. After making sure Eugene is gone inside, Joel passes Flora's house on his way home. He can see the light still on upstairs, maybe she's reading he thinks to himself. He looks forward to seeing her in the morning, forgetting all about his aches and pains.

The following morning Flora arrives for patrol to see Joel putting the saddle on his horse. "Eugene is hung over again and Sean hurt his hand so just us two today" he explains. "Cool" she answers, trying to stay calm. They ride along in silence, the last of the snow finally cleared. She eventually plucks up the courage to say what she desperately wanted to say before, "Thank you for the book, it means a lot to me". He just shrugs it off, saying "It was nothing". It looks like he doesn't want to talk about it anymore so she doesn't say anything else. She thinks it's going to be a long ride today.

They don't speak for a couple of hours. Once they reach the furthest part of the route, past the dam, Joel finally breaks the silence saying they should stop for a while and have a break. Flora nods, climbing down from her horse and tying it up. They're up quite high and she can't help but admire the view of the valley below. He hands her a cup of coffee out of the flask and she relishes the warm drink. They both feed the horses and she joins him to sit on a log as they eat their lunch in silence. She can't think of anything to say. "Where are you from?" he enquires eventually. She jumps at his question at first but answers "Washington state". He nods. "You're from Texas aren't you, Tommy said it once". Their eyes meet and up close she can't help but notice the rich colour of his brown eyes, the deeply etched lines around them making him even more handsome. "Yes, just Tommy and myself still around now" he answers. There's silence again. She surprises herself by talking more. "I'm the only one left from my family". He listens intently, not wanting her to stop sharing. "They all died on the day of the outbreak. I had a younger brother and sister, ten year old twins. They went with our mom to the supermarket when it all happened on outbreak day, I never saw them again, I found out later they were caught in an explosion from a plane crash. My dad.." she feels a tear coming to her eyes, hesitant at first but continues to speak. "We had a fight that morning over something stupid", her voice breaking, "I told him I hated him and he went to work and never came back again" she says in a hoarse way. She looks down as the tears start streaming down her cheeks. The shame is too much for her to bear. Joel moves closer to her, handing her a handkerchief with a look of concern. He tries to console her "You were only young, he knew you didn't mean it". "But it doesn't change the fact that I said it and there's no way of taking it back". She says sadly. Joel puts his arm around her tentatively and she rests her head on his shoulder. "It's a shitty situation" he says, rubbing her arm gently. All she can do is nod. "My daughter Sarah died on the night of the outbreak. Tommy was with us and we were trying to get out of Austin but couldn't, it was mayhem. We crashed the jeep and she hurt her ankle. We tried to cross the river but a soldier shot at us and she died in my arms. I replay that night over and over and I can't get over the fact that I failed her and I lost the most precious thing to me." She sees that he's heartbroken. "You're a great dad to Ellie" she says to him. He smiles sadly and admits he would do anything to protect her, she's the most important thing to him now. She opens up once more "Flora isn't actually my real name you know, its a nickname my dad gave me when I was a small child and it stuck. I kept using it all these years in honour of him". He looks in interest towards her and when she tells him her real name he smiles softly, saying it's beautiful but Flora suits her and she gives a small smile in return. After a moment she feels mortified for showing such weakness, and apologises "Sorry for telling you all that, I kept it inside all those years, I don't think I ever spoke about what happened on Outbreak day with my dad to anyone, except for Sally". "Don't apologise, I'm glad you told me Darlin'" he looks deeply into her eyes and sees years of sorrow and loneliness. She looks away swiftly and tries and fails to hold back another tear. He can see she has a deep sadness within her that he can identify with. He stands up to give her some space and checks on the horses. When he returns she is picking some wildflowers. He can't help but admire her natural beauty, she looks almost ethereal in the spring sunlight surrounded by nature. After a few minutes they decide to head back. Her eyes are still red rimmed but she feels a bit lighter to have spoken about it. It didn't frighten her like it might have before when he called her Darlin'. There didn't seem to be much awkwardness between them, they were just two lonely people.

When they eventually reach the stables late that afternoon, Joel says "Thanks for being there for Ellie, you mean a lot to her". Flora smiles and says "Ellie is special to me too." "By the way, it's a great idea about the tattoo" he grins. She is surprised he is so open to it but doesn't let it show. "Ellie said she would like to ask you to design it when the time comes, because of your paintings". She's honoured to be thought of and gives a shy smile, saying she might have a few ideas. Her paintings were mainly of flowers and not many people were aware of them because she doesn't have many visitors at her house. They say goodbye and head off on their separate ways. She replays the conversation they had at lunchtime in her mind all evening. She doesn't know why she showed such vulnerability but it happened. Should she have told him her darkest secret, which has caused her so much sorrow and shame the past two decades? Will he think less of her? It was unspoken but she knows he won't tell anyone. Likewise he can trust her, she would never speak about his daughter to anyone else. It was quite an intimate moment between them actually. Flora comes to the realisation that her crush on him seems to have gotten only stronger instead of fading away, she's fallen deeply in love with him. The fear she felt last year has dissipated. It's all she wants now, to have him in her life and to be his. She doesn't know if it's too late for that though, maybe he doesn't feel the same about her.

As Flora gets into bed that night she starts to get excited thinking of ideas for Ellie's tattoo, thinking of suitable options to design for her. Hours later a distant knock on her front door wakes her. She hops out of bed and pulls on a sweater in confusion at the increasingly frantic sound. She rushes to open the door and is taken aback to see Joel standing there in the dark. She has to squint because she's half asleep. "Ellie's gone, she's run away" he says, panic showing in his normally steady voice. "It will be alright, we'll find her" she replies in shock, trying to stay calm herself. "Come in, I'll just be a minute". He stands inside the door while she runs to her room and puts on a pair of jeans and a jacket. 5:12am is the time on the clock. They walk briskly to the stables where Dina, Tommy and Eugene are gathering the horses. She goes over to Dina who's visibly upset. "What happened?" "We had a fight. She told me she has feelings for me and I got a fright and said no and she ran off after that. I'm so confused". Dina's nose is running and her cheeks are tear stained so she hands her a tissue and tries to comfort her. "Where do we start?" Tommy asks. They list out a few places in town where she might have gone. Dina tells them there is a place they went one time, its by a large tree in an old part of town. "I know it" Flora says. "Show me so" Joel says firmly, looking at the two women. "Check the perimeter and make sure she hasn't left" he directs the two men. They nod in understanding and set off.

The early morning light is starting to shine but the spring air is cool, their breaths visible in the air. There's no talking and Dina has stopped crying. They see the ancient tree and the abandoned record shop nearby. Joel glances at her to see if this is the right place. They start calling Ellie's name but no answer. Dina goes in and walks up and down the empty aisles. There no sign of Ellie anywhere. Joel is just about to say this was a waste of time when they hear a faint muffled voice saying "Go away". The sound seems to be coming from upstairs. "I'll go" Flora insists and starts to climb over fallen shelves to get to the mezzanine and she feels a pair of strong arms steadying her as she reaches up. She sees Ellie curled up in a ball, she has been crying as well. She crouches on the ground next to her and Ellie starts rambling about Dina and how she rejected her. She consoles her, saying Ellie was brave to say what she said and to give Dina some time to consider things. After a few minutes, Ellie agrees to come down and Joel is there to help them. The two girls give each other a hug and apologize. Dina explains she needs time and Ellie nods sadly in understanding. Flora gives a quick glance at Joel and there is a look of relief on his face. He puts his hand on her arm briefly, saying thanks and leaves quickly to let others know that Ellie has been found. The town is waking up with people milling around as she walks home. Feeling exhausted, she goes back to bed and sees him in her dreams.

When Flora wakes a few hours later, she feels a sense of calm. She draws a sketch of a tattoo design for Ellie, after finding a suitable picture in a gardening book. After a while she decides to get some early lunch. To her dismay, she sees Felicity and her two friends sat there in the hall. She can't shake off the feeling that there are eyes on her as she takes a sandwich and an apple. They seem to be talk extra loud this time. "She ran away, attention seeking little bitch. I heard him and that mousey girl found her…I heard that…". She couldn't believe her ears, were they seriously talking that way in front of her and about her? Mousey girl, she fumes. They continue on and she glances up and sees Felicity's friend Michelle glaring at her. So she wasn't being paranoid, they were making it obvious. Flora normally avoids confrontation but their words stung. How dare they talk like that. After the night she had, she doesn't care anymore. Before she has time to think, she finds herself standing in front of their table. "Don't dare speak about Ellie in that way" she says firmly. They look her up and down and Felicity seethes "Who are you anyway, you're nobody. You're so quiet everyone forgets you're there". She doesn't know where the courage has come from but she stands her ground. "Keep your opinions to yourself, the rest of us here aren't interested". Felicity scoffs and waves her hand in a dismissive way, "Fuck off mousey girl". "No, I won't, they are both important to me so don't ever talk like that again" she surprised herself with her own voice appearing steady even though she's shaking inside. Felicity responds in a pitying way "Oh I see now, you think Joel would be actually be into you, that's so pathetic". The other women start to snigger at her. Maria appears out of nowhere with the baby asleep in a sling. "Everything alright ladies?" She looks in concern at Flora standing there. "Oh yes, we were having a private conversation and mousey girl here decided to interrupt us, we're just leaving". They start to gather up their things. Maria holds up her hands to stop them and protests "Hang on, what did you actually say? Don't you dare speak to Flora like that" the women are frozen on the spot at the strictness of her voice. "I'm afraid Felicity the three of you and I will have to talk about this further. It is totally unacceptable. Come to my house at three" Maria continues curtly. Felicity rolls her eyes as they march off.

Maria turns and sees Flora shaking. "Are you ok?" She puts her arm around her. "Don't mind them, they were completely out of order" Maria says kindly, "I'll walk with you if you like". Flora grimaces as they leave the building and she starts babbling, "They were talking about Ellie and I couldn't take it any more, I feel sick now. Why were they calling me mousey girl?". "Felicity is just a bitch, she's annoyed that Joel didn't bother with her. He told her to stay away from him, that he doesn't want to be with her. Tommy said there wasn't ever anything between them, it was only her pursuing him. He tried letting her down easy a few weeks ago but she didn't get the hint so when she threw herself at him last night he made it crystal clear that he doesn't want her" Maria says matter-of-factly and continues "She's jealous because she probably noticed he's only interested in you and she wanted to hurt your feelings. Its just so petty of her". Flora hopes what she just heard is true, is maybe she didn't mess everything up with Joel after all. The outside air is refreshing and she's glad to be away from the curious looks of the others in the hall. "You know you're very well regarded here by everyone. You work hard and we all value you. Please don't take those stupid women's words to heart, they're not worth it" Maria says earnestly. "I'll try not to" Flora says as her eyes begin to water. Maria starts chatting about baby Joey, who's beginning to wake up. By the time they reach her house, she feels a little better about things already but she can't quite believe it happened, this has sent her reeling.

A few hours later, Maria goes to the building site and Tommy comes out to see her and their son. Maria tells him she needs to speak to Joel. He is up on the roof when he hears Tommy calling him to come down. Maria fills them in and Joel feels anger rise up in him, how dare that harpy disrespect Flora and Ellie like that. Maria tells them she spoke to Felicity and the others and they won't dare behave like that again or there will be repercussions. Maria is a force to be reconned with so anyone in their right mind wouldn't go against her. Joel tells them he's going to see Flora and runs straight in the direction of her house. He passes Sally when he's nearly there and she tells him Flora and Ellie went to his house. They had called to the greenhouse for some leaves. She reckoned it must be for an art project. Joel thanks her and turns around to go home.

Joel rushes in the front door, trying to catch his breath. Flora's heart soars when she sees him. "I heard what happened" he explains to her, as they both sit down on the sofa, "I came to see you as soon as I could. Maria told me". She nods. "Thanks for standing up for Ellie. I don't give a shit about Felicity and never did, she's not worth any of our time. I only care about you, you're the one I think of". She's taken aback by his honest declaration, not sure how to respond at first but she replies "You're both important to me so I had to do something. I care about you too-". Ellie comes back into the living room and sits in the middle of them, excitedly showing Joel the sketches for the tattoo so far. The moment has passed, there was so much more to say. He smiles fondly at Ellie, relieved to see she is happier. The girls had a good chat that morning and agreed to take things slow. Ellie announces she's going to see Dina, she turns to her saying "Are you coming Flo?". Flora stands up and starts to say "Well…" but Joel asks "Could I have a quick word with you first?". She nods, sitting back down. Ellie shrugs, saying she'll go then.

Once Ellie has left, Joel moves closer to Flora and reaches for her hands. "I'm sorry if I scared you before, my feelings have stayed the same. I've fallen for you". She takes a moment before admitting "You didn't do anything wrong Joel, I didn't handle it very well. I never had a relationship before so I was afraid. I'm not anymore, I want this…I want you", she lifts his hands to her lips and places a light kiss on the back of his hand. Full of hope, he gently cups her cheek in his palm. He moves towards her slowly, searching for any hesitation on her side. She doesn't back away and his eyes flicker towards her soft lips. She moves towards him and they are only an inch or two away from one another. Finally their lips meet in a slow gentle kiss. It's chaste at first and he pulls away and looks into her eyes. Her pupils have dilated and she gives a small smile. The spark between them is stronger than ever.

Ellie bursts in the door again "Forgot my coat, its pouring down…" she stops and looks at the two of them in an embrace and her face breaks into a grin, "I knew it, at fucking last!" and grabs her coat, saying "I'll be away hours" with a wink and goes out the door again. They both smile and he turns to her again, "You're beautiful. I love you" he murmurs before they kiss once more, this time increasingly urgent and longing. Flora reaches up to hold on to his hair and feels the soft curls beneath her fingers and he pulls her closer in his arms. They break away briefly, her admitting "I love you too Joel". He shrugs off his jacket as they lean back on the sofa to get more comfortable. He delicately kisses down her neck to her collarbone and she giggles at the sensation, his wispy beard tickling her. He starts to chuckle too. She kisses his temple and her hands brush lightly over his scar there. Time seems to stand still and there's only the two of them.

She's not sure how long they stay there until Joel asks her if she's hungry and she admits that she's starving. He tells her to stay there and he goes in to the kitchen to rustle up something. She looks over where his guitar is propped up on a chair and there's a stack of guitar music books on the table. She sits at the table and flicks through some of them, recognising the names of the musicians - Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Roy Orbison, The Beatles and more. Joel comes in with two bowls a few minutes later. He heated some Tortilla soup, telling her Maria had made it using their Abuela's recipe and had dropped some over the previous evening. It had been one of Sarah's favourites growing up. Flora sees how he lights up talking about his wonderful daughter and how proud he is of her. Once they are finished eating he pours them both a glass of whiskey, it's nice just the two of them spending time in each others company. "Will you play a song for me?" Flora asks shyly. Joel grins, saying "Any requests?". "I don't mind, maybe something from the Eighties?" she says, with a hopeful smile. He beams back at her, reaching for a songbook called 'Classic Guitar Ballads' and flicks through the pages, until deciding that he found just the song. He says "Here goes" and starts playing the intro deftly. She's mesmerised by him playing the guitar so skilfully, his limber fingers flying over the chords. He starts singing huskily and she recognises the song as 'When you say nothing at all' as sung by Keith Whitley. He concentrates on getting the correct chords but looks up at her briefly every so often and she feels a warm glow in her chest and continues to admire him without feeling embarrassed. The lyrics are meaningful to her and they both fall even deeper in love with each other at that moment.

"It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart Without saying a word you can light up the dark…"

"…All day long I can hear people talking out loud But when you hold me near you drown out the crowd…"

"…Old Mister Webster could never define What's being said between your heart and mine…"

"…The smile on your face lets me know that you need me There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall Yeah, you say it best When you say nothing at all"

When Joel finishes the song Flora claps and he takes a small bow before they both move back to the couch where they start kissing once more, one of his hands resting on her thigh and her arms wrapped around his neck. They can't get enough of each other. "Touch me Joel" she pleads. "Where, darlin?" She opens up the button on her jeans, undoing the zip and guides his hand under her underwear. He gently strokes her, easing his fingers into her folds. She sighs, closing her eyes, "That's nice…" He slides two fingers inside her, muttering "Sweetheart, you're gorgeous". "I need you, keep going please" she begs. "Yes darlin, I'd do anything for you, I want to make you feel good…" He says soothingly. "You are…so good" she manages to say before biting her lip in pleasure. She starts to pant, as his stroking gets increasingly urgent. "Uh huh, I'm going to"…before she can say anymore, she reaches a crescendo and starts to tremble, he feels her quivering around his fingers nestled deep inside and keeps the rhythm going until she comes down from her high. Both satisfied, she lays back for a moment, catching her breath and Joel removes his fingers, licking the fluid from them. Sitting next to her, he says in awe "You taste wonderful, so sweet". She grins back at him, feeling content. She asks "Can we go upstairs? with a glint in her eye. He nods with a lustful look and he leads the way towards his bedroom, hand in hand.

He closes the door behind them and they sit on his bed. "We don't have to do anything else tonight" he says softly, reaching over to lay his hand on her cheek. Flora says decisively "I'm ready for this Joel". He nods, and asks "Is it your first time?". "Yes", she says feeling embarrassed at her lack of experience for a moment. "We'll take things slow, tell me if you're not comfortable and we can stop" he decides, trying to put her at ease, "It's only the two of us so no pressure". "Ok" she agrees and they continue to kiss. After a few minutes she straddles him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and he holds on to her waist and moves his hands to cup her butt through her jeans. They stop kissing for a moment and they start to remove their clothes gradually, starting with their shirts and vests underneath. She moves her hands across his broad chest and he admires her curves, gently unhooking her bra and letting it fall with the rest of the clothes. She pulls off the hair tie holding her braid together and her hair falls over her shoulders. He rests his hands on her full breasts, gently stroking her nipples, kissing sensuously down her chest. She leaves out a breathy sigh at this sensation, his touch giving her pleasure she never experienced before. She can feel his erection through his jeans and desperately wants to see all of him so she takes a step back and pulls him with her to stand up. They hastily pull off their boots, wriggle out of their jeans, then underwear and socks until they stand in front of each other naked. "Wow" he can't help but mutter in admiration as he sees Flora's naked form. She had never felt as beautiful until that very moment. She usually hid her body in large jumpers and thick shirts, not wanting to draw unwanted attention but at last she finally felt happy and wanted to share this moment with him. She in turn looks in appreciation at his strong and firm physique. She notices a few scars littering his body including a red raised scar on his taut stomach but she thinks he's magnificent. She looks down at his erect penis, reaching out cautiously to touch it. She starts to laugh nervously and he guides her hands over it. She gently strokes him, fascinated by the sight. She gets on her knees, kissing along it's length, causing him to twitch slightly at her light touch and he lets out a groan. She cups his balls in her hands as she kisses down the other side. "Sweetheart, I can't last much longer…" he mutters, looking upwards at the ceiling in an effort to stop himself coming prematurely.

She stands up and takes a step towards him and he reaches over to rub his thumb over her pink lips. They look deeply into each other's eyes and smile softly. He takes her hand and they slide in under the bedsheets and immediately put their arms around one another, desperately needing each other's touch. He briefly breaks a kiss to reach into his bedside locker for something. "Just a minute" he says as he goes over to his chest of drawers. She lays back in bed, admiring his tanned skin on his chiselled shoulders and arms. A moment later he returns with a foil in his hand. "Protection" he explains and she nods, watching him place the condom swiftly. "Is this ok?" he asks, moving gently on top of her, her legs opening instinctively to accommodate the size of him. "Yes" Flora assures him. "I hope this won't be too uncomfortable for you, it should only be this first time" he says lightly stroking her hair before lining himself up and moving in further to her. Flora takes a gulp of air, her breathing hitched, feeling tight at first but the sensation lessons as he moves further and further inside her. It feels so right, the two of them joined together in this way. He moves so gently but she feels pleasure increasing already and she tries to keep a whimper in. "Let it out" he smiles approvingly, gazing down at her as she starts to moan softly. Encouraged by this, he steps up the pace gradually, relishing every moment. She closes her eyes, saying "So good Joel, keep going.." she breathes deeply before biting her bottom lip. "You're gorgeous Flora, thank you" he can't help saying, she opens her eyes and looks up at him, with tears of happiness, "Joel, you're…", she feels a new level of pleasure, teetering on the edge "..amazing, oh there, there, there, yes, yes Joel". He can feel her shaking with ecstasy, her eyes opening wide and her head rolling back in to the pillow. he can't help but kiss her deeply as she looks at him again and grips his shoulders. He's close now too, the rhythm constantly moving taking him there. He looks down at her heaving chest, her soft breasts and her nipples looking so inviting. He can't resist when he catches one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently and letting go with a plop and moves to the other one. She leaves out a moan in pleasant surprise and immediately orgasms once more, arching her back, muttering his name. He whispers "Fuck Darlin', you're perfect". She starts to stretch, trying to let more of him in, franticly trying to get that high once more. He moves with her going as deep as he can and finally they both moan in pleasure. She's in another realm and he can't think of anything but the two of them at that moment. It's everything they both had dreamed of.

He eases himself out of her and they lie side by side, panting and they can't help but look at each other and grin. "That was.." he starts "..unbelievable" she finishes, giving him a kiss on his collarbone as she lays her head on his shoulder, both glistening with sweat. "So that's what I've been missing all these years" she jokes. He smiles, holding her closer "that was extra special, I don't think it ever felt like that for me before" and gives a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I hope I was ok at it" she says shyly. "Of course you were, you're a natural" he says softly. She traces a finger lightly over his chest. "Now that's making love", he agrees "So much better than just sex." She starts to grin, "I love you Joel, thank you". He smiles softly down at her "I love you too Darlin'". They continue to laugh and talk about everything and anything into the night until they both fall asleep in each other's arms.

Joel wakes in the early morning and sees her huddled against him, her pretty features calm and untroubled, with her long hair cascading over her shoulders. He can't believe it's not a dream, that they really are there together. He continues to look in awe at this beautiful creature occupying his bed, she makes him feel young again. He thought those days were long behind him but he feels the intensity of the love they share. Against all odds, here they are together. They belong to one another and he makes a promise to spend every day of the rest of his life making her happy. He closes his eyes once more, trying to savour the moment. Flora wakes up not long after, feeling rested. She takes notice of his handsome face, his strong nose and sees his lines on his forehead and his lips in a pout. She can't resist kissing him lightly on the lips at that moment and to her surprise he eagerly starts to return the kiss, the passion between them increasing. Gradually he opens his eyes, heavy with tiredness at first but up close she notices how they are shining. They both smile with pure happiness at one another. "Ready for round two?" she whispers and he grins back, a mischievous look in his eye as they join together once more.

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