#we also took care of some bills and had to do some shopping

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 304

Adjective: Delicious

Noun: Scream

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Delicious: highly pleasant to the taste; delightful

Scream: a long, loud, piercing cry expressing extreme emotion or pain; a high-pitched cry made by an animal; a loud, piercing sound; (informal) an irresistibly funny person, thing, or situation

[97linelover]

Better off without me - Kim Mingyu

18+ / mdi

summary: nearly 10 years.. that´s the time you´ve been with Kim Mingyu. But what if his plans about the future are not the same as yours?

What if the guy you love the most breaks your heart within seconds?

content: Idol Mingyu x non Idol reader, fight,angst, happy end,fluff, smut

wc: 3.8 k

a/n: I really love reading your guys opinion about my stories.

They say that after 10 years, you will be together forever.

After 10 years, you'll know each other's biggest flaws.

But what if 10 years meant nothing in the end?

You met him when you were 13; you just changed schools; he was the first one to talk to you. He was your first friend.

Your first friend took you out at night.

Your first real friend.

Your first kiss.

It was your first time having sex.

This is your first real relationship.

Your first apartment together.

This is your first time saying I love you.

Your first love.

And also your first heartbreak.

Kim Mingyu was the man who pushed you away, fast and painfully.

And the worst part? You did not notice.

It has been 9 years; next week it would've been 10 years. 10 years of you two together in a relationship.

Mingyu currently spends a lot of time in the studio; they had a comeback prepared. 4 months from now on until their comeback would be there.

You had been with him for every comeback until now; you were always at the front, supporting them. Your second family.

Seungkwan always went out with you for brunch; Joshua went shopping with you; and Wonwoo just talked to you for hours.

You were sure about Mingyu being your future.

When Joshua took you out to get a manicure and pedicure, you thought of nothing; when Jeonghan took you to buy yourself a pretty dress and some heels, you felt all giddy.

When you were styled perfectly, your hair falling perfectly over your shoulder, and your make-up done, you knew tonight was the night.

And when you were sitting in front of the man you loved deeply, you carried the entire world in your eyes.

The eyes Mingyu loved so deeply.

As you were giggling along to his jokes as you sipped on your wine, your perfect manicure was present as always.

Mingyu treated you like a princess.

He treated you like he always said, „You're the one that always supported me, baby; in the end, I'll spoil you like a queen.".

Mingyu made sure you were always taken care of; even if you did not need any of it, it was his priority.

„Baby," he whispered, taking your hand in his. The music was playing softly—your favorite song. The tears were prickling in your eyes. „You can probably imagine why we are here tonight," he smiled softly. He felt something tuck inside his chest.

The velvet box in his hand was making you beam with joy, but he suddenly let his hand down. „I can't do it," he whispered, swallowing the biggest lump he ever had in his throat.

He let go of your hand, and you felt all the air leaving your lungs. "Gyu," you whispered, confused. „What do you mean?"

Mingyu got up. „I can't marry you; I can't," he whispered, placing a couple of bills on the table. „Gyu, what the fuck are you talking about?" You got up, and the red wine got knocked over. You followed him outside. „Baby, please talk to me," you pleaded, and he walked to the car.

"You can't marry me, but why this? Why the ring? Are those years not enough?" you sobbed.

„I thought they were; I'm not sure about this anymore," he was shaking.

„What do you mean by this?" You pulled his arm so that he would look at you.

„Fuck Y/N, I CANT MARRY YOU BECAUSE I FUCKING FEEL UNDER PERMANENT PRESSURE WITH YOU," he screamed at you, so that you flinched at his words.

You could not utter a word: "You... what?" Your voice was barely a whisper.

"You're better off without me. I have tried to break it off a few times now. Wonwoo told me to try it, that the engagement will light up another spark," he rubbed over his face. „I thought I'd never tell you; I thought I could pull this off," he whispered, and he avoided your gaze at all costs.

„You're joking, right?" You said with a quivering voice, „Please tell me that this is not true." You felt your knees buckle. „We don't need to get married; you don't need to lie," you basically pleaded.

„I'll pack my things; I'll be gone by tonight," he said, opening the door of his car. „You can't do this to me, Gyu; you're the love of my life." You felt the tears running down your face by now.

„We grew apart by now, Y/N," he shrugged, getting inside the car. „I'm sorry for doing it like that."

„What do you mean? What is happening? I don't understand where this is coming from; we were happy, we were perfect for each other; you really want to leave me here." You held on to the car handle.

„Please let go," he whispered.

„So you really broke me while trying to propose," you gasped, taking a step back. „You really did that," you whispered while turning around, falling to your knees and sobbing. „Please get up; don't make a scene, please," he said, and you looked up at him. „Get the fuck away from me," you spat.

How could he be this cold after all those years?

Mingyu felt his heart break, but you did not see his emotions on the inside. How could you?

Seeing you like this is the worst scenario.

„I'll let Wonwoo Hyung know to get you," he said while driving off. He parked the car somewhere he could see you getting picked up by Wonwoo. He watched how he lifted you up—your fragile, sobbing body. How he buckled you up and drove away.

He did not see how you entered the apartment or how Wonwoo followed you, making you tea.

How have you tried to call him a thousand times?

How you packed your bags and how you called your parents to tell them that your trip to Germany with Mingyu would be cancelled because he did not feel so well.

How they told you that you could come alone, and how you agreed.

How you spent the entire night crying over a man you spent all your life with, how you threw away the dress, and how you slammed all the picture frames against the wall.

When he opened the door to the apartment the next day to grab some things, he found you gone. He saw the missing suitcase, and he found a letter on his nightstand.

„Gyu,

or Mingyu, I don't even know if I can call you any pet names anymore. I really don't know what has just happened; I can't get my head around this situation. I try to find the problem; I try to think about all the possibilities of what could've happened.

We were so happy—at least I was.

You, Kim Mingyu, were the reason for my happiness and for all the beautiful moments.

You helped me become the woman I am today, and I'm thankful for that.

My mom always taught me that things happen for a reason.

I don't know what the reason is now, but I'll try to live my life.

But I hope you understand that we will never have any kind of relationship—neither friends nor lovers. You broke my heart; you had now shame and no mercy. You did not care about me in the slightest. After nearly 10 years, you dumped me like a fucking trash bag.

Kim Mingyu I want you to be happy. I want seventeen to reach all the goals you've dreamed of; you guys are amazing.

With us being separated, I need to distance myself from my second family. Because how am I supposed to hang out with your best friends? You took it all away from me, but that's okay.

I'll survive.

Please stay healthy and happy.

I love you, Mingyu, with all my heart.

Your Y/N

"P.S. tell Jihoon that he can use all the audio snippets I recorded for him."

When Mingyu finished the letter, he felt the wetness on his cheek. He was sobbing.

He had lost the only person he had ever loved.

And now you were gone; he knew you were visiting your parents. He looked at the velvet box and choked on his sob.

Maybe in another time you both will get your deserved happy ending.

But as for now, you both needed to fix your broken souls.

-

Six months have passed since you last visited Seoul.

It's been six months since you've last worked inside the office.

It's been six months since you've seen him.

SVT invited you to their release party, and you were pretty sure you would not go, but as time passed, you wanted to be there.

You missed them so badly, and you thought maybe you wouldn't even see him.

Well, you were a fool.

The first thing you saw when you entered the building was the large frame of your ex-lover. He was standing next to Chan and Jihoon.

Nice, exactly the two people you wanted to see.

But before they could see you, you walked toward the bar.

You were happy that the location was crowded and people were not paying attention. With your cocktail in your hand, you walked around looking at the different album promotion pictures.

There was this one picture you could not stop looking at; it was Mingyu in the studio. It looked normal, but as you looked closer, you could see the ring he was wearing. The one you got him as a promise ring.

„He's not doing well." A voice startled you. „Nonu," you gasped, and he chuckled. „He's miserable, Y/N. Ever since you left, he has done the bare minimum."

You sighed, "Well, he wanted that, Nonu; he was the one that pushed me away. I was sure that he would be the one I'd marry, but suddenly he did not care about a thing." You tried to end this conversation.

„It's not how it seems, Y/N; there are some parts of the story you don't know; you should talk to him," he pecked your head. „I'm really happy you're here," and with that, he walked towards some other guests.

You tried not to think about his words, but it was harder than you thought.

As you made your way through the venue, you spotted some of the boys. „Y/N!!!!" Seungkwan yelled and ran towards you. „Hi kwannie," you giggled as he hugged you tight.

Cheol and the others also greeted you, but when Mingyu was standing in front of you, his brown eyes basically pleading for forgiveness, you felt like crying.

You were quick to avoid his gaze, but you felt it on you the entire time. „Excuse me," you said to Jeonghan, „I need to get a refill." You smiled, escaping the situation. The heels made it a lot harder to walk away with fast steps. You felt Mingyus presence behind you, „Y/N," he said while stopping you.

„What do you want?" You asked with a stable voice, and he gulped down at your tone. „I want to talk," he whispered as you ordered another drink, gulping it down.

"Now you want to talk?" You scoffed, "You ditched me after nearly ten years; you treated me like a random girl. After everything I did for you," you walked past him, "I will not talk to you tonight.".

Well, now that the night had changed, you were sitting on top of Mingyu, throwing your head back while riding him like you loved to. How he guided your hips with his long, slender fingers digging into your flesh.

The familiarity of your bodies made it so easy to feel good.

"Oh god, your pussy is so good," he groaned while you moved even faster. "Oh fuck," you said, feeling yourself getting close to the end, and you were a moaning mess.

When you both reached your highs, Mingyu tossed the condom away, and you suddenly felt sober. You gathered your clothes while Mingyu cleaned himself up. "What are you doing?" he asked, confused, and you walked past him. "Hey," he said, grabbing your arm. "Let go of me," you said, ashamed of yourself.

"Please stay," he whispered, but you could only choke out a sob. "This should not have happened, Gyu," you whispered, and he felt his heart clench at your words. "You don't mean that, baby; we were so good," he pleaded, holding on to you.

feeling that if he lets you go now, you're gone forever.

"You broke me, Mingyu; I spent the last six months trying to fix what you destroyed." You pulled your arm away and said, "So no, Mingyu, I won't stay just because you decided you still wanted me." You walked away.

"I always wanted you; I could just not tell you the truth." He whispered, but you did not hear it. 

You tried your best to ignore this feeling of missing him, but you couldn't; your heart yearned for him. Kim Mingyu was the man your heart belonged to. 

With each passing day, you realize that you need to talk to him, that you need to know what happened, and that he pushed you away. 

When you heard your phone vibrating, you rushed to your desk, where it was lying. 

You saw Wonwoo's name on there: "Nonu? Is everything alright?" you asked when you answered the call. 

"I'm fine, but can you do me a favor?" You raised your eyebrows, confused. "What is it, Nonu?" 

"Come to the recording studios, please," he breathed. "What is happening there, Nonu?" You were getting nervous, and he chuckled slightly and said, "Be there by 7 p.m., please." With that, he ended the call. 

You were pretty sure this was about Mingyu, and you were ready to find out. 

So you got ready, put on some comfy pants and a hoodie, slipped on your sneakers, and rushed to the bus. 

After a 30-minute journey, you were in front of the building you once visited regularly. "Y/N, oh my, it's been a long time," Juna said with open arms, pulling you into a hug. "Yes, sorry, I was so busy." You lied, and she looked at you. "We all know what happened, love, and I can totally understand that you wanted to have some distance." She smiled softly at you.

"So, have you seen Wonwoo?" You giggled, and she nodded. "He was here; he gave me this envelope for you and told me to guide you inside." You nodded, following her. 

You sat down, opening the envelope. 

You took a deep breath when you realized it was Mingyu's handwriting.

"My beloved Y/N,  I never thought the day would come that I would need to write those words to you and that I would push you away.   The only person that I ever loved.  Y/N, there are so many things I did not tell you; I couldn't.   I did everything I could so that I could act like this did not affect me, but in the end, I suffered in silence.   The members talked to me, and they told me I'm just the corpse of myself.  And they are right; I'm barely eating and barely active; actually, I'm working out even more because it takes my mind off, even if it's just for a few minutes.  I want to tell you why I did it and why everything escalated.  It all started with our comeback. We got a new manager, a woman whose name was Heejin.  She was not nice at all; she told us dating was a no-go, and we told her that some of us were happily taken.  She just laughed at that.  After a while, she began to manipulate us; she told us that we were not good enough, and every day she told us that no one could love an idol.  I began to believe her; we all did. I wanted to bury myself in a hole; I felt like a burden. Believe me when I tell you, I wanted to propose. When I looked into your sparkling eyes that night, I felt my heart bursting with love, but then the words of Heejin came back to my mind, and I could not do it anymore.  I wanted you to be happier.  I thought I could not give you this happiness.   But god damn, baby, believe me when I tell you that you are my happiness; you're all I ever wanted.  I can't live without you; I miss you, and I need you...  Hopefully someday you can look me in the eyes again and realize how much I adore you.  I love you. 

Your  Mingyu" 

You looked up, letting the tears roll down your cheeks. You never realized how he felt, and you could scream at yourself for that. 

The TV turned on inside the small room. "And today we have Seventeens Mingyu here, covering one of the saddest heartbreak songs at the moment." 

When the melody began to play, you felt the goosebumps rising. 

He was singing Kim Feel's Someday, the Boy, your favorite song. 

- 

You were lying on the couch, your heating pad on your tummy, while Mingyu was making you a fresh peppermint tea.  It was this time of the month that every woman hated.  You were currently watching a new drama called Itaewon Class, and you could not stop the tears. "Baby, what's wrong?" Mingyu hurried over to you, but you could only sob. "Oh, baby, you're too nice; you're always crying over movies," he chuckled while pulling you closer.  "Can you someday cover this song?" You whispered, "This would be the perfect song to fix my broken heart." You looked up at him, and he softly kissed you.  "Hopefully, I never need to fix your broken heart," he said, kissing your head.

-

When you heard his deep voice singing the words of the song, you tried your best to stay strong. 

"The sad memories in my heart

I can't erase it with the tears I shed. Where should I start deleting it? Only empty laughter"

You could see the teary eyes, and you were sobbing once again. His knuckles were white from how tight he grabbed the microphone. 

"A long time in the future, that person back then

Do you have everything you dreamed of?"

He finished the song with one tear running down his cheek, and then the TV got dark. People cheered after he finished, and you could not believe it. 

You jumped up, hurrying through the corridor. "He's in there," Juna said, pointing towards the dressing rooms. In this exact moment, you knew that Mingyu was your forever, and you wanted it. 

You rushed into the room, and he looked up. "Y/N," he said breathlessly. "I read it, I watched it, and now I am a mess," you whispered, your mind completely occupied by him. 

"But I realized that I just can't move on; you are what I want." His dark brown eyes watched you carefully. "You are more than enough for me, Gyu; you are enough." You walked towards him, and he watched every move you made. 

"How can you be so understanding when I messed up our entire relationship?" He had tears in his eyes, but you only pulled him close. "Because I promised you, Mingyu, we both are the endgame," you said, wiping the tears away. "I love you," you whispered, and you kissed him softly. 

He did not hesitate one second and pulled you close while his one hand was softly in your neck. This kiss was full of desperation and love. 

You walked with him until he landed on the couch with you on top, straddling him. 

The way you undressed each other was skilled; you knew each other's bodies blindly; your whimpers were like the best song he has ever heard; and the way his tongue twirled around your hardened nipples made you crazy. 

The way you were bouncing on his dick made him lose his mind; he felt like he would go insane with every passing minute. The way you whispered in his ear how much you missed this made his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

"I'm going to cum, baby," he groaned, and you nodded. "Fill me up, please. Wanna feel it?" You moaned, and you brought him over the edge.  He held you so close that you clawed your nails into his back until you both just calmed down against each other. 

And when you both lay in his bed with only some white sheets covering your bodies, he opened his nightstand. "Marry me," he whispered into your ear, and your eyes widened, letting out a gasp. "Gyu," you said, feeling the tears in your eyes. 

"I´m so sure, like I´ve never been before; you´re all I want, and I can't wait to spend my forever with you, so Y/N, please marry me." He opened the velvet box, and you nodded. "Yes," you squealed while kissing him.

"I love you so much, baby; you make me so happy," he said while putting the ring on your finger. "Us forever, Gyu," you kissed him softly. 

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi hiii hii

Can I uhh please request maybe a smutty fic of Nanami and Gojo fighting over the new hire at Jujutsu Tech? 👉👈🫣 Thanks bby you rule my world

warnings: threesome, alcohol, fem!reader, gojo is a little shit, nanami is a lil pussywhipped, implied bimbo!reader • wordcount: 2,083

There was just something about you that drove them crazy. You were so sweet and caring to everyone you crossed paths with. You’d even expressed sympathy and caring for curses before. At first, Nanami thought you were just a silly little thing who wasn’t cut out for this life of exorcizing dangerous curses. When he was assigned on missions with you, he took more time to protect you and watch your back as though you were still a student. However, time and time again you proved your mettle to him. He was impressed with you and couldn’t help feeling like you were a breath of fresh air. More and more he began to look forward to being paired with you on missions. He also began coming up with excuses to spend time with you afterward. He’d take you to whatever cute little coffee shop you wanted to visit and even wander bookstores happily by your side. 

Much to Nanami’s annoyance, however, he wasn’t the only sorcerer who had their eye on you. Gojo took to you like flies to sugar. How could he not? You laughed at all of his silly antics and even joined in at times. You were the only person on campus who still awed over him and his skills. He doted on you with gifts and sweets. Whenever he came back from a work trip, he always brought you back some expensive trinkets. 

Gojo knew Nanami’s feelings for you, of course. At first, he found himself competing. If Nanami spent the day with you looking at books and having lunch, Gojo was trying to take you on a shopping spree the next day. If Nanami got hurt protecting you, the next time you were paired with Gojo he was keeping you in the protective embrace of his infinity. 

Soon, though, he switched tactics. It was a surprise to you and Nanami both. He’d join you on missions even if the curse didn’t require skills like his or three people period. He treated you both to lunch, keeping you seated right in between them. It dawned on Nanami that Gojo was planning something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was. You, with all of your sweetness and naivety, were just so happy to spend time with them both that it didn’t matter to you. 

It’s Gojo who proposed the three of you go out to dinner one night. He chooses a fancy restaurant. Even though he doesn’t drink, he knows both you and Kento do occasionally. Every time you finish a drink, Gojo orders you another. Soon, all of your inhibitions are lowered. When Gojo begins rubbing your thigh under the table, you don’t push him away. At the same time, you reach over to take Nanami’s hand. 

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” you say with flushed cheeks and a big smile. “I’m having the greatest time!” 

“You look like you’re having a good time,” Kento smiles softly. He rubs your flushed cheek, feeling the heat coming from it. “Sweetheart, you look a bit…” 

“She’s not drunk, Nanamin. Just a bit tipsy, right doll?” Gojo smiles at you, his hand moves higher up your skirt. 

“Right,” you blush even deeper and kiss Nanami’s palm as a gesture of appreciation for his lasting concern over you. He caresses your cheek again and smiles kindly at you for a moment. 

“Perhaps it’s time to pay the bill and head home,” Gojo smirks. 

“But I want to keep spending time with you both,” you whine. 

“I think that can be arranged,” Gojo kisses your cheek. “What do you think, Nanami?” 

“I-I’m not so sure,” Nanami blushes. 

“Please, Nanami!” you grab his arm and pout. “We can all hang out. Please, please.” 

“Please, please,” Gojo repeats, half mocking. 

“Fine, fine,” Nanami sighs. 

You let out a loud cheer, only to giggle when you notice a few people looking at you. You hide your face against the curve of Nanami’s neck, and he can’t help wrapping his arm around you. The three of you laugh softly as you blush against Nanami’s neck. Gojo pulls away to flag down the waitress and pay the bill. 

Soon, the three of you are in your apartment. You stumble through the door, each of them holding one of your hands. You turn around with a sweet, but mischievous grin. 

Nanami is the first one you kiss. His heart nearly jumps into his throat when he feels your plump, warm mouth against his. He can’t fight the urge to sink into your welcoming embrace. His hands grip your sides, fingertips digging into the flesh through your dress. 

Gojo watches on enviously but still pleased that you seem to have fallen in line with his plan without even realizing it. When you finally pull away, he’s quick to grab you. 

Nanami is hesitant to let you go, but he watches as you cling to Gojo and give him a sweet kiss too. Gojo pushes further than Nanami. His hands move down to squeeze your ass and his tongue rubs against yours sensually. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers when you pull away to breathe. 

“I don’t know if ‘good’ is how I’d describe this display,” Nanami scoffs, but soon you’re in his arms again. You press kisses on his jawline. 

“Don’t be mad, Nanami,” you whine. “We’re havin’ fun.” 

Gojo smirks and approaches the two of you. At first you think he’s going to kiss you, but instead his lips crash against Nanami’s. You let out a surprised gasp but you feel a wave of heat in your lower tummy as you watch them make out while you rest your head on Nanami’s shoulder. 

“See, Nanami,” Gojo teases him. “We’re having so much fun.”

Gojo takes each of your hands and leads you towards the bedroom with some guidance from you on which way it is. Once you’re in the bedroom, you let Gojo unzip your dress while you pull the knot of Nanami’s tie loose and then begin working on the buttons of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this,” Nanami says reluctantly. Part of him hopes more than anything you’ll agree, but he wants you to be comfortable. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured to give so much of yourself. 

“I know, Kento,” you whispers and kiss him. “I want to. I really do.” 

Gojo pushes your dress off your shoulders and watches it fall into a pool of fabric on the floor. At the same time, you take off Nanami’s shirt and begin pressing soft kisses on his chest. 

“Isn’t she beautiful, Nanami?” Gojo says as he kisses your shoulders. 

“Y-yes,” Nanami stutters, his hand tangling in your hair as you begin moving lower until you’re kneeling in front of him. His heart is racing in his chest as your delicate hands grab his belt buckle. 

“Can I, Nanami?” you ask so sweetly. 

Nanami can only nod as his mouth goes dry from this sight of you on your knees. How many times has he stroked his own cock to this very sight? Now that he sees you this way, he realizes how much his fantasies paled in comparison to the reality. You’re careful as you unbuckle his pants and slowly pull them down along with his boxers. He blushes when you see how hard he already is. 

Gojo steps back to start taking off his clothes while watching the scene unfold before him. He watches your hand wrap around Nanami’s cock and begin stroking it.

 Your soft tongue laps at Nanami’s tip, licking up the thick beads of precum dribbling out of his slit. He runs his hands through your hair, but doesn’t push or pull. Instead he just breathes shallowly, almost frozen to the spot as if scared to wake up from this dream. 

Gojo wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks off as he watches your head start to move. It’s a slow steady rhythm that has Nanami’s chest shaking with the effort to contain himself. 

“Does it feel good, Nanami?” Gojo asks. 

“So fucking good,” Nanami says. 

Gojo kneels behind you, working on taking off your bra while you suck Nanami’s cock. His large, strong hands begin kneading at your tits and tugging on your nipples. You moan with pure delight, and your eyes roll back. This is already better than anything you’ve dreamed of, and it’s barely started. Gojo shoves a hand down the front of your panties and grunts at the warm wetness he finds there. 

“So fucking wet, baby. Fuck,” he murmurs against your neck as he begins rubbing your clit in tight circles. You squirm a bit in an effort for more friction, and as though sensing your need he applies more pressure. “Good girl…so responsive.” 

“Fuck, you gotta slow down,” Nanami groans and begins pushing your head away. “I almost…Fuck…” 

“It’s okay, Nanami,” you say as you look up into his eyes. “I want you to feel good. I really do!” 

“I don’t want this to end too soon,” Kento admits as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. 

Gojo stands up, guiding you along with him to your feet. You’re a little wobbly, but he wraps his arms around you to hold you steady. Kento leans in to kiss you deeply until Gojo moves to bend you over the edge of the bed. Gojo lines his cock up to your hole and pushes into you slowly. Soft moans fall from his lips as your tight walls pull him in deeper. You let out the smallest whine when he bottoms out. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he mutters as he starts a slow but deep pace. You can feel him brushing up against your cervix. His hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back to meet every thrust. He keeps up his pace until he feels himself tinkering on the edge of that bliss, and then he pulls out. You feel empty and you whine softly. 

“Your turn, Kento,” Gojo winks at him and kisses him quickly as he steps aside. 

Nanami is gentle. He drags his fingertips along your folds, eliciting a moan from you as you shiver with anticipation. Nanami isn’t as long as Gojo, but he is so thick. Even when he just pushes the head into your entrance, you can feel a stretch. He takes a sharp breath through his teeth and plunges forward. His hips smack against your ass when he bottoms out, and then he goes still to try to catch his breath. 

“You feel amazing,” he gasps. 

Your walls flutter when he picks up his pace. Soon, Nanami is grunting while pumping in and out of your tight heat with wreckless abandon. All thoughts have left his mind. He’s a slave to the intense pleasure coursing through him. 

Gojo pushes his hand between your legs to rub your swollen clit. The other hand grabs a handful of your hair to pull your head back to look up at him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue plunging into your warm mouth to taste himself and Nanami on your breath. 

You reach up to hold onto one of his shoulders, bracing yourself as you feel your climax rapidly approaching. Nanami can feel it too in the way your walls quiver around him and somehow you get even wetter. 

“That’s it baby,” Gojo whispers against your mouth. “Let me see how pretty you are cumming on Kento’s cock.” 

His words draw out a whine and coupled with his fingers rolling your clit, you’re done for. Your tummy tightens as you cry out in agonizing bliss. Your legs are shaking as Kento fucks you through every wave of pleasure before pulling out and stroking himself to completion on your ass. He is dazed when Gojo pushes him out of the way and jerks off on the other asscheek, covering you in their cum. 

In your exhaustion, you just fall face first into the mattress. It’s Gojo who gently rolls you over and presses a kiss to your temple. Kento stands at the edge of the bed looking a little dumbfounded by what’s just happened. When you look up at him, all you have to do is hold your hand out and whine before he’s crawling onto the bed beside you. 

You fall asleep when Gojo is in the middle of cleaning you up, but when you awaken the next morning you’re snuggled between them. 

[rvllybllply2014]

I am trying to process something horrible that a customer told me over 6 years ago? Yes. Is Aeron the victim of that yes,yes he is. At least he has Davos.

Shitty customer being shitty. Parental death mentioned. Davron donut shop au. Also Oscar being an awesome coworker. Shitty customer based on real life.*

Aeron’s father had died unexpectedly. Well you never really expect a car crash and the person dying from a car crash. Anyway Aeron took a week off to grieve the loss of his father. When the week was finished he felt somewhat ready to be out in society without randomly crying, plus he had bills to pay and he needed to be a human again.

The donut shop is a franchise and the other shops accept gift cards but the one Aeron works at does not. He’s had the whole I’m sorry we don’t accept the gift cards here conversation with people a million times. Most people accept that, some do say awe man but all move on and use cash or a credit/debit card.

This customer from hell though didn’t do either. She’d ordered a dozen different donuts with her boyfriend, and she had a bad attitude the whole time. Aeron didn’t think much of it he was on autopilot and pretty numb to the world and due for his break soon. Anyway when they get to the register she pulls out the gift card and Aeron states that he’s sorry but he can’t accept the gift card.

She insists that they can, if the other franchises can then surely he can? He then explains that no he can’t the card reader can’t read gift cards.

The customer is getting angrier by the second, her boyfriend tries to tell her he’ll just pay. But she wants to cause a scene, so he walks out while the customer is still being a bitch. Aeron is at the end of his rope by the time that Oscar is walking up.

Oscar only catches the tail end of the conversation in which the customer finally accepts that he couldn’t take the gift card and gives him a credit card. While Aeron’s running the card she says this is really inconvenient for her. Aeron snaps back oh he’s sorry that she’s been inconvenienced but he’s been inconvenienced by his fathers death for the past week and this is his first day back so yeah he hopes that this is the only inconvenience that she faces today.

The customer leaves shamed faced and Oscar asks if Aerons okay? And hey it’s time for your break. Oscar also manages to text Davos about what just happened to Aeron and tells him to check up on Aeron when he gets home. The rest of the day passes relatively fast and before Aeron knows it he’s back in his shared apartment with Davos.

Davos knowing that Aeron hasn’t eaten lunch yet and how the customer was a real fucking bitch, runs a bath for Aeron with his favorite scented oil, and finishes up the pasta that Aeron loves and pours him a big glass of wine.

Aeron asks what’s the special occasion?

And Davos tells him Oscar texted him about the shit ass bitch ass customer and to make sure he takes extra care of Aeron. At hearing that Aeron bursts into tears and Davos hugs him tightly until Aeron stops crying.

Davos tells Aeron he’s sorry that Aeron had to deal with that customer while he’s learning to deal with grief and how to be a human again. He knows the grief fog is still with Aeron and while it will never go away, he’s there to help him in whatever way he needs. Aeron just thanks Davos but Davos brushes it off while telling Aeron it’s what boyfriends do and he’d be a shit boyfriend if he wasn’t there for him.

Later on Aeron texts Oscar thanking him for giving Davos a heads up, it made it easier to open up to him about his day. Oscar says that’s what friends are for and he hopes Aeron’s day and week goes easier for him than it did at the beginning.

Oscar also texts both Aeron and Davos in the group chat later on telling them he’s there for both of them if they need him. He also cares about them and Aeron please take it easy on yourself, you won’t get fired. He’s already talked to the manager explaining what happened and the manager said that they’d pull up the video to find the customer so if they ever came back she’d be refused service.

*Yeah I had that shit customer and she literally said that by not accepting a gift card from a different franchise I was inconveniencing her. Yes her man left after offering to pay. But no I didn’t get to say oh I’m sorry you’re being inconvenienced right but you see I just lost my mom last week but you’re right not having a gift card accepted is such a huge inconvenience. I was the only person able to take of customers while my manager was on break. So yeah just be nice to people you never know what someone is going through, I was a numb robot that day and the week before I went back to work.

Also happy birthday mom I miss you.

[hippielittlemetalhead]

So season 3. Let's do this!

This took so so so long and is not quite where/what I wanted it to be soooo... I am so sorry 😅🥲 this will most likely be 2 parts cause... Yeah, just life man.

Actually some dialogue in this one? Sure, a line or two, as a treat.

(Part1) (part2)

Steve had been working at Scoops Ahoy for a few weeks now and he feels like he's built a decent rapport with his coworker Robin. She's witty and snarky and opinionated and when Steve wears a more tinted lipgloss than he intended resulting in a customer clocking it and saying something rude that he can't help but smile his dead-eyed customer service smile at, she clocks out for her lunch early (and takes an extra 15 minutes) and comes back with a full face of makeup and shoos him into the back with the mascara she bought from the shop a couple stores over. They both start coming to work with at least mascara, eyeliner and lipstick and Steve loves it. He compliments the hand-drawn designs on her shoes and she asks where he got his rainbow heart pin. They mostly disagree on music they listen to -she still lets him drag her to a couple live music nights at The Hideout with him and Billy every now and then anyway- but their politics and basic life philosophies line up pretty well.

He could do without the 'You Rule / You Suck' board, especially when Billy gets in on it and adds tallies from a little notebook he starts keeping when he and Steve hang out outside of kids and work. And the jokes about his kids (and occasionally Billy) when they come through for free passage to the movies. And the jabs about his parents' money like he still has access to that or their house.

He doesn't tell her that he was cut off and disowned and kicked out. He doesn't tell her that he had to get a job to help pay for his community college courses because he was a disappointment that couldn't get into a pre-approved 4-year university and that meant no college fund and he was still a few years away from being 21 and having access to the trust fund his grandparents set up for him when he was still just a lump of forming cells. And even then anything in that will probably be blown on buying himself his own permanent place instead of just a hand-me-down trailer in the middle of the woods so he needs to save for things like bills and a mortgage.

He doesn't tell her that the reason he lets the kids get away with so much is because they're *his* and they've already seen more fucked up shit than the cops in this town (save Hop) and he'll be damned if they don't get to just be kids. He'll be damned if they decide he's someone they need to hide from and sneak around like they hide and sneak from Joyce and Hop cause that's how they didn't know about half the shit the kids got up to while the adults were doing their best to take care of things themselves. He doesn't tell her that he's paying "rent" to the chief of police (it's way less than he should be but it's all Hop would take).

He doesn't tell Robin a lot of things.

Then sometime after Robin finally warmed up to him but before Dustin comes back from camp, Eddie Munson walks into Scoops Ahoy, his metalhead nerdy entourage in tow. He orders a plain scoop of vanilla with sprinkles in a cup and one of the others also orders something small and simple (while longingly eyeing their diabetes-inducing, horribly artificial tasting, bubblegum flavor when Munson turns away) before all of them are squeezing into one of the largest booths, emptying out messenger bags and backpacks of overstuffed binders and scuffed up versions of very familiar looking textbooks. It's like looking at an older -slightly grungier- version of his kids.

"Gentlemen, now that 🎶school's out for summer🎶-" There's a musical lilt as he says it that sounds vaguely familiar to Steve, "-and it has been confirmed that I will in fact be held captive for yet another stint in the hell they call Hawkins High School it is time we confer and conspire for the next year of Hellfire and the little sheep that will be joining our flock." He kinda loses track of it after that because then his kids are rushing in demanding tasters of everything and edging towards the lifting part of the counter with a look in their eyes that speaks of mischief. He puts up the initial fuss about them only visiting him for his backrooms access and that they promised to only come over when there were no customers around. He lets them through anyway.

He notices Munson eyeing him as he puts the partition back in place shaking his head and Robin laughing at him as she washed their ice cream scoops. The one that's vaguely more familiar looking than the rest and reminds him of a taller, angrier, Dustin with a better hair regimen isn't quite glaring at him but is definitely paying more attention than the rest of Munson's posse and seems more suspicious than Eddie's curious.

The metalheads are still there when Billy shows up stinking of chlorine in clothes that are damp where they cling to his frame. The group loosens up a little when he shoots Steve his signature smug smirk as he shrugs on his denim jacket that -like Steve's own jacket hanging out of sight in the staffroom- had begun accumulating patches and pins since Neil's incarceration. Unlike Steve's, Billy's has homages to bands like Mötley Crue, Deff Leppard, Twisted Sister and Guns N' Roses with little trails of shakily embroidered flowers and constellations on the collar and hems and filling the spaces between the patches and pins. Billy also has a small pink triangle on the lapel where Steve has a rainbow. Steve pretends not to notice the way the group goes a little quiet as Billy starts his usual routine of sunnily demanding tasters of all the available flavors and then again with sprinkles to "-really get an idea of their ✨nuance✨, prettyboy" before deciding on a scoop of double chocolate with a scoop of raspberry vanilla in a cup with sprinkles and one of their fresh waffle cones on top. Like always.

"Really branching out there aren't ya, tough guy?" Steve keeps his face as stoney as possible but he can't help the humored edge to his voice.

Billy just winks at him running his tongue over his teeth as he gives Steve an exaggerated leer, "Gotta keep you on your toes, handsome." Robin fake gags and Steve laughs and Eddie Munson turns red as he stares at the two joking jocks. Billy goes quiet as he stares at his ice cream and Steve recognizes the look on his face, tells the blonde to go sit down in their usual booth and he'd be taking his break soon and they can talk about whatever's bothering him.

What's bothering him is Neill getting parole for 'good behavior', Jim only telling the Mayfield-Hargroves almost a week after he was let out because that was actually the same day he himself found out. Billy found out just before a summer basketball practice session and thinks he snapped at an underclassmen he's been trying to get to open up about what Billy is 90% certain is going on in the kid's home, but he knows that cops can't do much if the victim(s) refuse to trust in those trying to help them. He's worried about the kid he snapped at. Worried about Susan and Max. Worried that even with the restraining order Neill will try something. Billy tells Steve he had thought he saw Neill around the outskirts of town during errands or during his turn to haul the kids around a couple of times before Hop told them and now he's sure it wasn't just paranoia. Steve tells him they'll figure it out, reminds him he's not alone in this

That makes Billy smile, small and tired but real and grateful. His shoulders are still tense and there's still a wariness in the smallest crease between his eyebrows that makes Steve ask if there's anything else. They talk about some of the weird dreams Billy's been having that makes Steve encourage him to talk to El. Just to make sure Billy isn't going through what happened to Will the last alternate-dimension-go-around.

They make plans to head out to see the two Hoppers after Steve's shift. Come up with a basic timeline of when and where Billy thinks he saw Neil so they have something to start with for Hop. Put together an idea of how involved Billy wants to be in whatever plan Hop comes up with. They're interrupted by a group of girls swanning into the shop and Steve being yelled at by Robin to get himself back to work. As he gets up from the table Steve levels Billy with a look that makes the blond think about the way Max and the kids described Steve when they talked about how he fought off the pack of demodogs in the junkyard, planting himself between them and snarling snapping danger like Galahad himself.

Steve looks him in the eyes and says "I swear Billy, we're going to get through this, we'll take care of it and keep you and the girls safe. Hop knows what's going on and even Callahan can't get away with letting that piece of shit fall through the cracks after what he pulled." He leans in close and bites out probably louder than he should for the amount of people in the shop, "And if that fucker gets near any of you I've got Darling in Baby's trunk and I am not afraid to use her on a human shaped monster instead."

Author's (rambler's) Notes:

So, that's all I have for season 3 rn I am so sorry. 😭 I'm working on the next bit but I am so burnt out recently and now I'm unemployed cause of the ceiling at my job caving in which does not help the stress. So I unfortunately do not have a timeframe for you. 🥲 A couple of folks asked to be tagged so... Here you are? To be fair I'm not making any promises in regards to the taglist in the future, I will do my damnedest and y'all will have to bear with me.

I'm glad people are liking this and tbh this has gotten more attention than I expected so thanks? I appreciate the appreciation of my ramblings. Feel free to scream at/with me about this au in my asks box and I'll respond when/as I can. I'm just glad people are enjoying this. 🙃

@heartsong18

@knightofthieves

[itspeachyp0p]

how about fluff hcs of modern day eren?? 🥺🫶🏼🩷

Aaa I'm so excited for my first request!! Careful this one comes with fluff, comfort, healing and the Eren is actually the biggest sweetie agenda

Notes. Modern! AU, this will be pure joy and happier hcs I have for modern Eren

I see you basketball player Eren fans, I also see you American football Eren player fans. However I’m throwing that out and offering you hockey player Eren

Modern Eren is the biggest mama’s boy(he always was one but roll with it) He loves his mama, let’s be real he is the son that’s always coming down to help Carla even if he fakes that he’s busy and doesn’t want to. Highschool, college, any of it he’s going to the store to help her, carrying her bags, cleaning the house, long as it’s not the laundry he’ll do it

He has a pet bird, a to be exact named Penny. He’s had that bird since he was 10 and at 19 is still so happy he’s got his pet

Yes Eren has taught the bird to cuss. He and Connie made a list of words they had to teach the bird and all of it happen to be swears or phrases that contain them

He didn’t party in HS, cause Carla wouldn’t let him. Instead Eren had tons of movie nights with Mikasa and Armin and turned into a bit of a film buff. He lowkey hates black and white films, he finds them hard to follow with the aged acting and lack of color.

Eren is still the type to be outside 89% of the time. Even in his manbun era you’ll find that man laying in the yard napping or just enjoying the weather and he won’t come in until it’s freezing or he’s dragged in.

Eren took shop, he actually finds making things calming and later dabbles in word burning. First sign he made was for Zeke for his birthday, it said “fuck off”

Eren probably works at some skatershop, he doesn’t care for it but it pays the bills so he doesn’t mind it

Yes, modern Eren would have some money since Grisha is a doctor, but he prefers earning his own money and stuff over relying on Grisha

Only way I can sum this man up is metalhead himbo, but like, himbo to fuck with people. We know Eren can be smart, but he really just likes messing with people and joking around half of the time(That and Carla would give him the lecture of a fucking lifetime if he tried to be a fuckboy)

If he has an s/o he’s stealing their stuffed animals. They take his shirts, his hoodies, he’s taking their stuffed animals

He has a birthday tradition with Historia every year they go to build a bear together and make a bear for each other

Outside of Mikasa and Armin, Eren’s other bestie is hands down Ymir. They're near inseparable if Mikasa and Armin aren't around Eren

While modern Eren does get a little more reserved around strangers and chilled out he's still 10000% a goofball. He once put pizza rolls in the dryer to see if they'd cook. Yes this dumbass was sending live updates to the gc about it

Armin actually lectured him since they share an apartment and everything smelled like pizza rolls for awhile

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Saturday :) Thank you to everyone who commented and liked/reblogged the last review. I was nervous to take on such an epic episode and it got well received. Thank you all truly you have no idea how much it meant to me. ❤️ We move onto post 2x11. The healing process. Or start of. This episode is an incredible follow up.

It shows why I love the Harper/Lucy dynamic so much. Their amazing scene in the shop wasn't gif'd so found a site that'll do easy gifs. So took video with my phone and made a few. So those be mine lol They are no where near the status of the ones I use from the library, but wanted it to have some sort of gif for it. So apologies for it not being as pretty haha Anyways The growth is unreal between Lucy/Harper and I’m here for it. Off we go.

2x12 Now and Then

We open our episode with Lucy putting concealer on her DOD Tattoo. She’s using her beautiful mirror to cover it up. It’s obvious she’s trying to cover up more than just the ink. Poor thing. I can’t even imagine the recovery mentally for something like this. We then see the guys talking about her over coffee in the kitchen. Jackson telling Nolan she had him run out at 6am to grab more concealer for her. Such a good friend. Says she does it every morning. John asks when she can have it removed?

Lucy comes out says ‘4 weeks, 2 days and 9 hours’ not that she’s counting... It’s her first day back she’s been cleared by medical and psych. Lucy asks that they don’t clap for her during roll call. I can’t blame her I hate being the center of attention in a public setting. Also its very obvious Lucy just wants to shove this into a box and move on. Sadly not how trauma healing works my dear…

We join Nyla and Tim at the station and she’s asking what he has planned for Lucy? I love her immediately wanting something in place for Lucy. Wants to see what he's doing to ease her back in. Tim explains he wants to do input overload. Forcing her to push through dynamic engagements. Hone in on her fight or flight responses. Nyla says so basically get her into a bunch of fights? Tim says he wants to remind Lucy she’s a cop not a victim.

Nyla is not even a little on board for this. Tells Tim she knows she isn't a victim. What she needs is to make peace with the voice inside her head. The one telling her she’s never going to be safe again. You can tell Nyla unfortunately has experience in this area. Tim fights back says he’s been training rookies a lot longer. He knows what she needs. (yes babe but not in this instance…) Harper tells him that’s ego talking right now and he concedes. (Look at him so proud.)

Nyla goes on to say what happened to her is every woman’s worst fear. It really is. I know it’s one of mine. Tim says he’s very aware of that. Her retort is perfect. ‘But you have never lived that fear.’ Harper is on it with the logic and good points. This is an excellent scene between them. They too have grown a lot in their interactions. Tim wouldn’t be giving her opinion on this time of day early on like he is now.

His face below when she tells him he can’t understand. It’s crushing. If he could undo her knowing this fear he would. He would do anything for that. Harper continues on trying to give him a little balm for his wounds. Says she knows he has her best interests at heart. Harper wants him to consider letting Lucy ride with her this week. To let her be served and guided by someone who’s been there. Tim looks sad and defeated but says 'And that Someone is you.’ She nods with tears being held in her eyes. Trying not to think too much about why she fits the bill so much.

This scene is outstanding. Both Eric and Mekia showing so much with just their expressions. You can see he feels for Harper too when she reveals this. It couldn't have been easy for her to do so. Also just adore her stepping in like this to take care of Lucy. By letting Tim know this piece of her history in order to convince him. Tim is throughly persuaded by Harper's plea. But also looks so very sad he can’t be the one to to guide her through this.

Especially when she’s done it for him so many times. I’m sure it’s killing him he can’t be her emotional support during this. As we all know that’ll come towards the end of this ep. It’s huge for him to step aside. Let Nyla take the reins like this and with Lucy of all people. His personal growth never ceases to astound me. Honestly this scene is that for both of them. Their arcs arcs are my favs. (Other than Lucy’s ha) They are my top 3 fav characters for a reason.

We start with roll call. Lucy apprehensively entering trying to avoid the clap. It happens anyways and she anxiously scurries to her table with the guys. Nolan says say he tried. Lucy says he’s dead to her LOL Grey announces she will be riding with Harper this week. This scene is another example of that incredible silent communication of theirs.

Lucy looks back to double check with Tim. Wanting confirmation this is true. He nods sadly at her like 'Yes you are and It’s ok.' Her face is a mixture of sadness/hurt but also trust. She knows he’s going to do what’s best for her. Even if what’s best isn’t him. I think she’s also a little confused as to why but doesn’t have time to question it any further. You’ll find out soon enough my girl.

Tim gets saddled with a ride along he didn’t approve. It’s too funny. Harper approved it knowing he would be stuck with it haha She’s grown a lot but she’s still Harper LOL Her satisfied face as she walks away is everything. Tim asks who it is? Cause he's not interested in tame calls today. (We know why) Nolan says his future daughter in law Abigail. That he actually wants to take high risk calls to scare her off. Tim smiles for first time says that’s his speciality haha

Lucy immediately asks Nyla why the switch? Sure that’s been burning a hole in her pocket since roll call. Harper gives her a simple answer. 'Tim thought she would’ve better served riding with her.' Lucy questions this. Goes off on a mini tangent saying this has to be a Tim Test. (Oh honey no. This is actually cause he cares about you. Not that your brain would think to go there honestly.)

Nyla bites back a little saying 'Do you think I would allow anyone to rope me into something like that? Especially Bradford?' haha Lucy says fair enough hehe Already their dynamic so much different this time around. More confidence on Lucy’s end. She asks again why the switch? Nyla lets her know due to her own experience she would have better insight for her. To help reintegrate her back out onto the street.

Lucy asks snarkily ‘Did you go on a date with a serial killer? ‘. Harper stumbles and says ‘Well no…’ Lucy cuts her off and says then she can’t help her with this. I think she’s still a little grumpy she’s not with Tim. She wants to take the Tim approach that she normally scolds him for. To push her emotions deep down in a box never to be opened. She then starts ranting off psychological exercises she’s been doing. Harpers face above says it all LOL Not even a little convinced that’s all she needs. Lucy finishes off with a shaky ‘I’m fine.’ Sure you are…

Harper and Lucy return to the station after helping out Angela out with an arrest. Nyla god love is her trying so hard with Lucy. Complete opposite of last time. Asks if she wants her to do paperwork? Lucy says no. Harper tells her she did a good job out there. Trying to commend her performance out in the field. Lucy is one worded again says ‘Thanks’ Harper smiles and says 'You're not gonna let me help you at all are you? Lucy reiterates that she doesn't need it. She’s fine. (You’re really not though..) Harper says ‘We’ll see.’

Lucy spots Abagail when Tim and Nolan are bringing in an arrest. She hugs her and thanks her for the basket and flowers. Tim like a moth to a flame flits over to them. Makes a classic jab at her. Says he lets her ride with Harper for half a day and now she’s hugging people on shift?

This scene is such a marriage moment. From her giving Tim crap about Abigail not buying his tough act, to him biting back that her fate isn’t in his hands like Lucy's is. (that one a little heavier for him than usual) Lucy is giving him the most wifey look as she knocks on him for his lack of bark. Damn I just love them sfm it’s insane. Look at these two clueless idiots haha Abigail ducks away to use the bathroom leaving them alone.

Tim instantly softens for her once Abigail is gone. Takes off his tough guy act to check in with her. Says he heard she dodged some bullets. Lucy asks if he’s keeping tabs on her? A smile on her face. You know she’s actually really hoping he’s doing that. It would prove to her he cares. More than you know Lucy far more than you know. He continues his marshmallow trend letting her know if she needs anything he’s there. Look at this man's face. He would do anything she needs. He's trying so hard to keep his bounds by letting Harper help her. But can't help letting her know if she does need him to just ask.

She asks for a Time Machine. His face. Sucker punch to my feels. If he could deliver that you best believe he would. What I love the most about this scene is Lucy's vulnerability. She's been fending off Harper all shift. Trying to convince her she's fine. Holding her cards very close to her chest. Two minutes with Tim that wall comes crashing down. She immediately confides in him that she isn't ok yet. That a time machine feels like the only way to fix how she is currently feeling. The sadness in both their eyes.

Her's seeking comfort from his and him wanting to fix it so badly. Trying to relay how much he wants to be able to do that for her. The immense amount of trust and comfortability they’ve built shines in this scene. She gets a stolen moment with Tim between calls and is more open with him than she’s been the entire day. Nolan and Jackson included in that. He is her safe space in so many ways. This scene truly showcases that. The emotional pull between them with those final looks. *heart clutch*

Lucy is getting changed in locker room and we see her run her fingers over the fading concealer. Wanting to cover it up it as soon as possible. She covers it up quickly when someone walks by. Harper and Angela ambush her and says she’s not going home but out with them. She’s so confused.

I love Nyla enlisting Angela on this. Says they’re gonna have a girls night. Lucy gets defensive at first and says she can’t believe Nyla is not convinced she’s ok. They do little white lie and say it's just to hang out. But if she doesn’t want to….Lucy jumps on their plan after that. Saying they've never hung out before but she's in. She asks where they’re going? A a bar? A club?

They lead Lucy to speed dating LOL It’s got some solid logic attached though. She's instantly uncomfortable. Nyla starts with saying Lucy was right. She had never gone on a date with a serial killer. Angela jumps in and adds ‘That would make anyone question their judgement.‘ Harper tells her she’ll never truly know she is fine if she can’t trust her judgement again.

That in this controlled environment she can get that back. By going through all these guys and sharpening it again. Also the song choice for this scene is perfect. 'Shaking off the rust'. Exactly what they’re trying to get her to do. She makes them do it with her. Haha They tell her that's fair enough. Angela pulls out a flask. LOL I love her.

Lucy gets started and grills the hell out of these guys. Asking if they’d submit to a full background check? If not why? Haha omg. This scene is really funny watching all their reactions. Harpers dead pan face as these guys say stupid crap is so funny. Their plan is going successfully until the final guy touches a thread on her sweater near the tattoo…

Lucy blacks out and he’s on his ass in seconds. Harper rushes over and tells Lucy it’s ok. Angela escorts the guy out quickly. Telling him. 'Maybe don’t touch a woman’s sweater without asking.' LOL How he doesn’t need to make a thing of it as she leads him out. I love them protecting her when she has a clear PTSD reaction. Harper asks what happened? Lucy doesn’t reply just looks mortified she’d done it at all. She takes off without a word. Poor thing.

Tim is none to pleased when word gets back to him about it. He asks Angela 'What the hell is Harper doing?' He took a huge leap of faith by letting Nyla do this. Angela backs her and lets him know Harper is doing this to help her. His instinctual fierce protector is coming out. Angela has to ground him a bit before he goes after Nyla. Says not to go all ‘Tim’ about this but thought he should know. He relaxes and softly asks ‘Lucy’s ok? ‘He is an absolute squishy marshmallow for her in this one and letting it show. I love it so much. Angela reassures him 'She will be.'

Lucy starts off her day saying she’s fine. It's like if she says it enough it'll be true. Smh. Harper reiterates she is not. Lucy continues on to say she was only doing what she was trained to. React quickly and subdue the threat. Harper disagrees. Replies that all the guy did was pick a piece of thread off her. That she was triggered. Lucy snaps and says ‘Yeah well what do you know about it?’ Oh Lucy. So very angry and barely keeping it in. Nyla sighs and knows she needs to share why she took Lucy on.

Just her word of being her best option isn't going to cut it. It’s here we finally find out why Harper decided she was the best option. Why sadly she could relate. The absolute sass on Lucy's face above when Harper starts her story. Like she thinks she will gain nothing from this other than a lecture. How wrong you will be. Harper begins with telling her UC you can never let go. Not even for a second. That it is physically and emotionally draining. Because you are reading through every glance.

Lucy continues the sass and replies ‘ So what you slipped up and someone figured out you were a cop?’ Nyla disregards her comment and continues. She takes a deep breath and you can see how hard this is for her to share, but she’s going to do it anyway. Tells Lucy she used to meet her case officer at a bar. It was the one place she could let go and truly be herself. Take off the mask of whoever she was at the time.

Tells her one night one beer turned into two and then she lost count. Says if it was any other scenario she would sobered up and cut herself off. But she wasn’t with the crooks she was with another cop. That she trusted him. She should’ve been safe. You can see the defensiveness from Lucy fade away as Nyla gets emotional. It’s inferred just by their looks what happened to her. Clearly he took advantage of her being drunk and violated that trust deeply. Realization washing over Lucy with tears in her eyes.

Nyla says it was a long time ago but the point was she shut down. Didn’t even tell her husband. Kept pushing her feelings down. Thinking she would just deal with them when she was ready. Lucy interjects ‘But with each week it only got worse…’

Nyla admits maybe she pushed her too hard last night, but she knows what it is like not to face things head on. Lucy takes a deep breath her words getting through. Looks like she’s holding back tears. Nyla is so sweet and supportive. Tells her she’s going to get through this. She promises. Such a good shot of them both. I talk a lot about Eric's expressions. Melissa too is incredible good at conveying so much with just a look. Written all over this scene.

Lucy NEEDED this moment. As much as Tim wanted to be this person for her he couldn’t be. Not in this capacity anyway. Nothing hits home more than someone who’s been through what you have. I commend and respect Nyla so much for doing this for her. Lucy asks what happened to her case officer? Best reply ever above. Note to self. Don’t mess with Nyla Harper. I love this woman SFM. One of the best female role models Lucy could’ve gotten post Capt. Anderson.

We roll back to Tim and Nolan in their shop. They’re ride-along free. So Tim decides to ask about Lucy. The concern just seeping out of his body. The way he grips the steering wheel while he does. Asking how she’s doing? Like really doing? Nolan tries to pass off a generic answer. Telling him she's good. Tim is deciding if he wants to call him on his BS or not. It’s written all over his face.

John sees the genuine concern on Tim’s face. Picks up on him feeling like that wasn’t enough of an answer. He amends it by saying 'Really.' Tim relaxes a little but not enough that he seems convinced. John decides to add more. Saying how once tattoo is off things will better. Like that’ll be the magical fix to all this. I mean it’s a drop in the ocean of what’s she dealing with. Tim knows that.

Why his reply schools Nolan. Questioning him on his POV of the whole thing. Asks him if he think's because its physical it somehow makes it worse? That tragedies always leave scars only some you can see. He knows that all too well. Not that Nolan will ever get an inch into that window. He gets her struggle so much more than Nolan ever would. God love John he sure tries but falls short. Just another reason why Tim is her person and Nolan never been could’ve been.

Anything that emotionally damages you leaves deep scars that take a long time to fade. I can relate to this all to well. Why I relate to Tim so deeply. I had that relentless emotional abuse growing up. Its not something you walk away with scot free. It stays with you whether you like that or not. It’s almost worse when you can’t see the scars, because people understand it less. Because there is no physical marker. Why Tim is so defensive when John pops off that the tattoo being gone will fix everything. It’s a start but nothing more than that.

We start this incredible moment with Lucy in the training room. Punching the hell out of a punching bag. Such a good parallel to the last time we were in here with 2x02. Roles very much reversed. Lucy uses her shirt to wipe her face exposing her tattoo. Tim sees this and respectfully looks away. Lucy awkwardly says ‘Hey...Hi 'His opening line is classic. Telling she’s got no quit in her does she?

He says it with so much pride though. The way he speaks about her with such reverence. I’ll never get over it. This entire scene. The pride he holds for her and this entire situation. Lucy tries to defer that to being around him. Says she gets it from him. Tim refuses to take any credit for that. Says she walked in the door that way. It’s what caught his eye in the first place. Wouldn’t be surprised if he heard about her arrest on the way in and requested her.

Here comes one of the most beautiful parts of this scene. He was about to walk away after their mini chat. Even says good night then stops himself. Hesitates for a moment before jumping into it. Some may think the best part is towards the end. When he’s telling her about her tattoo. Now that is one of my fav parts as well. It’s iconic. But I like to point out the parts that aren’t brought up as much. Tim decides just like Harper did to carve out a piece of his past. Share a piece of his soul and history with her. With the hopes it’s going to help heal her present.

Decides that is more important to do this than walk away leaving her to stew. Tim so badly wants to empathize and relate with her. God how far he’s come. The impact she’s had on this man. For him to even think to do this for her. Imma cry. I just love their development so much. Their slow burn is so well written. It’s such a beautiful thing to witness. Lucy had no idea with all her sunshine ways, empathy and understanding for his things, that she was teaching him how to be there for her emotionally. For Tim to show up for her like he does in this scene. She has awoken this portion of him and its showing.

Never be over Tim sharing a little piece of himself by telling her about his past traumas. Letting her know about the physical ones and more importantly the ones you can’t see. Telling her how they’re apart of who he is whether he likes it or not. They made him who he is now. Lucy tells him she appreciates it but it isn’t the same as what she went through. A sadist etched her day of death into her skin. S1 Tim might’ve backed off at this point. Seen her resistance to his help and tapped out.

What’s so great is he doesn’t deter from his course at all. Only strengthens what he’s going to tell her. He does what he does best. Adding some logic to his empathy. I love how fiercely he’s says his 'But you didn't die' line. So desperately wants her to understand what’s she’s overcome. How incredible he finds her resilience. How she fought to stay alive. You can see Lucy getting mad like he’s not getting it. He continues and says he’s in the ground and she isn’t. Her final words to Caleb came true. He died. She lived.

Tim backs it up with saying he isn’t telling her what to do. Which is huge for him. Also to quell her anger a bit. You can tell she is still trying hard not to continue defending her anger. He just wants her to have some perspective and possibly some peace. Which she has so earned at this point. Tells her his iconic line of how he views her tattoo. That she may choose to see it as her greatest failure. I would feel that way for sure. To have your security ripped away from you about something you felt confident about. Not only that but to have a reminder of that failure etched onto you. Never letting you forget.

He knows that she may see it as a massive failure. That she may also be worried that he views her as one because of it. Which is part of why Tim is letting her know his POV on this. Needs her to know that isn't what he sees in her at all. What Tim sees is bad ass survivor. The tattoo is proof of that. (Just like when she saw his kinesthetic learning as a strength and not a weakness) She survived something incredibly traumatic and came out the other side. Not a damn person can take that away from her. He is her fierce protector and sometimes that means protecting her from herself. Which is exactly what he's doing in this scene. She is beating herself up so much over this and he won't have it.

Her teary ‘Thanks’ is a mirror to his back in 2x02. I love it so much. He couldn’t be any cuter putting his hands in his pockets. Asking her if she’s riding with him tomorrow? Like a nervous boy asking his first girl he likes out. She laughs and smiles replies yes sir. That beautiful smile of his he reserves just for her comes out.

She needed Harper a majority of the ep no doubt. But she needed to finish strongly with a moment with Tim. To really seal the deal towards that healing. To have a deep convo with her person. Tim finally getting to be there for her the way he wanted to be the entire episode. Wonderful moment to end the episode on.

He then tosses her the ring that saved her life. (My shipper heart trying not to explode with how long he's been carrying that in his pocket.) It’s then we see the change in Lucy completely. That smile he’s been working towards this entire scene. She's in awe he kept it and returned it to her in this moment. The way these two look at each other. Said this before but if you had no context you’d think they were together already. The in love looks this scene ends with. My shipper heart is gonna implode. The heart eyes are out of control in s2 and I love it. Perfect way to end this episode.

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Side Notes-Non Chenford.

Not really anything. Jackson had his own SL separate with Angela. Otherwise it was a pretty intwined episode.

Thank you to everyone’s continue likes/comments (oh how I love the comments) and reblogs. They make every ounce of effort for these worth it. Shall see you all in 2x13 :)

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 22 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 23

Summary: Loki isn't the only one fighting with his inner demons. People from your past continues to turn up.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

His palms felt clammy, he had been standing outside the orphanage for half an hour and you were taking your own sweet time coming out, as he noticed a girl approaching him he was slightly surprised. For some reason he kept picturing the eleven year old sweet girl that he knew instead of this fully matured grown woman that he probably would have fucked if he met her at the club. Just 18, he had to remind himself that you were barely an adult.

"Hiiii" you smiled at him and he snapped out of his thoughts.

"Y/n"

"Lokii..how are you?" You were the reason he was even alive today, for a moment the feeling overwhelmed him so he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him to hug you.

"Thank you darling, thank you..I'll take care of you I promise" the gratitude slipped past his lips and as he felt your arms around his waist his nerves went calm for a moment.

"So it was your birthday a few days ago, want to do something?" You looked at him as he said that.

"Not really..Where are we going?"

"Ummm my place" you hummed as he answered.

He drove you to his house and you looked around as you both entered the studio apartment he was renting in Brooklyn. It wasn't enough for you two but that's all he was able to do at the time, the divorce settlement has ruined him even further.

"It's cozy, I like it" you placed your backpack down on the couch and smiled again.

"Well you can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch, food is in the fridge, here's the..umm some money..you can go grocery shopping or get whatever you need..the girl stuff and all" he passed you a few dollar bills so you took it from him, everything was awkward with you two and he felt it in his bones.

"What do you do for work?" You asked him and he sighed

"A small gig at a club"

"What type of gig, are you a bartender?" He combed his hair with his fingers as he tried to avoid your constant gaze.

"A bouncer..you ask too many questions" The job always paid okay, that's also how he met Jolene as well, she frequented the club he worked at and she finally asked him out one fine day. When they got married she got him a position at her accounting firm but he was fired while he was resting after the wrist slitting incident. Now he wished that he never ever met her at all.

"That's hot..i like bouncers..they're soo strong and so manly" his brows furrowed as you said that, how the hell you had even been in a nightclub? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know that.

"Well I have to go meet someone..when I come back we can discuss your uhhhh future plans…if you want to get into college or–"

"No discussion required..I want to become an actor..we should probably move to LA" you mumbled nonchalantly before you proceeded to raid the fridge that was mostly empty.

"Excuse me?" He looked at you all perplexed, getting you into acting business didn't seem feasible to him.

"LA? Los angeles?"

"I know where LA is ..are you serious about this acting thing?"

"As serious as Joker was before his dad carved his face" he looked at you all confused again as you quipped "Really??never?? Oh my god we are definitely going to watch the dark knight once you come back.. Don't worry we don't need to watch the first part.. honestly 60 percent of people skipped the first part and went straight to TDK and somehow it makes perfect sense ..it's like you're not even missing anything important or worth knowing…you know…"

Your voice faded in the background as you continued to speak gibberish to him. However your sweet voice also filled his empty sad apartment and he liked that. Alot. That was the moment he knew that life wouldn't be the same from then, he knew he'd have to make several adjustments and since he had taken the responsibility of taking care of you, your dreams and aspirations became his as well.

His eyes opened to your shaking form and he absolutely abhorred that, every time you had a nightmare he felt afraid that you'd slip past his fingers like that one horrible time. It had happened a few days prior to your mother's anniversary during the second year of living together. He never talks about it because you don't seem to have any recollection of those two days, at first he wasn't sure how to deal with you, how to bring you back but on the third night you went to sleep and came back absolutely normal. You had a bad dream last night too but it was about Thor and he just knew this one was different from that. He knew you'd probably not remember this one because it involved your mother.

"Hey sweetheart" he turned the lamp on to see you properly. His heart rendered as he noticed the tears running down the corner of your eyes,

"Loloooo …mommmyy .. I want mommmy" you sniffled, your voice reminded him of that little girl he had left at the orphanage.

"I know baby..it's okay.. open your eyes..I'm here..im here" he shook your body a little and you woke up gasping for air,

"Lolooo mommyyy ..I need mommmy"

"Shhhhhh baby.. everything is okay..you're safe" he mumbled softly as he wiped your tears, his lips lingered over your forehead before he wrapped his arm around your waist and made you sit up so he could embrace you, you felt safe that way.

He leaned against the headboard while you clutched onto him and cried your heart out.

"I'm here baby, my sweet girl, come back to me, I'm right here, you have me i promise" he mumbled mindlessly

"Don't send me away ..they sent me away every time I had a nightmare..they sent me to that place I hated" you sniffled between your words and his eyes welled up.

"You have me okay? I got you baby, I got you i promise" you hugged him as tightly as you could and your foggy grief stricken mind lulled you to sleep but he couldn't sleep that night, next morning as usual you didn't remember the outburst like always, a few years ago he had asked Steve about that place you kept talking about after such nightmares and Steve told him that it was a psychiatric hospital where they sent you whenever you relapsed or whenever you showed the signs of dissociative Amnesia.

"What are you making?" You hugged him from behind so he smiled.

"Guess" you opened the lid of the pot and all the excitement disappeared

"Porridge" your face scrunched in disgust and it made him smile.

"Well you wanted to eat healthy remember"

"Just take me to the gym again, it's been months" you groaned as you moved around the kitchen to make tea

"I will.. as soon as he's caught" You hummed as he said that "Are you feeling okay sweetheart?" He asked you softly and you shrugged

"Yeahh why?" He sighed as you said that. He wanted to ignore it like he had done before but after last night and the way you were trying to help him cope with his trauma, it had made him reflect upon your own situation, you didn't get away unscathed from his father's abuse, sure he wasn't able to harm you irrevocably but the damage was already done when he had hurt your mother.

"Because of the nightmare? Do you remember what you saw?" He asked you and you stopped doing whatever you were doing.

"Nooo.. i .. I didn't have a nightmare last night..it was the night before remember?" You walked over to him to kiss him on the cheek and he hummed in response. He can't just dump it on you, that would only make the matters worse, he had to find a way to talk to you about this.

"Take me shopping today daddy, it's my birthday in a few days"

He picked you up and sat you down on the counter as you said that. Your birthday. He promised to fuck you senselessly on your birthday but the approaching date had him feeling someway, he couldn't decide if it was a good feeling or not, a part of him wanted to ravish you and enjoy every second of it. The other part though? that bastard wanted to keep himself away from your precious body as far as possible, he didn't deserve to fuck a girl like you, he was one of the reasons why girls like you lost their lives, he was the reason why their dreams got broken so how come he got so blessed as to have someone as pure as you saving herself for him.

"What else would you like to do? A party perhaps?" You thought about it as he said that.

"Or we could just spend it together..just the two of us" you answered him while your fingers played with his chest hairs so he kissed you.

"Aren't you bored of seeing my face all the time?" He chuckled after speaking.

"Ask that girl who spent 7 years without seeing this angelic face. She'd always say no" his eyes softened as you said that.

"For this to happen it had to be that way"

"For what to happen?" You asked him confused so he cupped your cheeks.

"For this to happen.." he kissed you passionately, it wasn't a touch and go type of kiss either, his tongue slid into your mouth so you sucked on it, he tasted like peppermint. Delicious "It had to be that way" you inhaled sharply as he finally decided to allow you to breathe.

"Does it bother you that I was into you way before you were into me?" You asked him

"You were just a child sweetheart, you didn't even know what you felt"

"Well I knew I wanted to kiss you, I was ten when I knew that I wanted to kiss you and –"

"Shut Up.. that's inappropriate as hell" He pressed his thumb onto your lips but his digit couldn't really stop you from smiling or talking even

"It's just the truth, and to this date you are still the prettiest boy i have ever seen in my life"

"Well i'm no boy now my darling" he wrapped your legs around his waist to pull you closer to him and his mouth travelled down from your lips, you moaned as he sucked the soft skin of your neck.

"Some parts of you is still the boy i met"

"Uhhhuh like what?" He chuckled condescendingly so you held his cheeks and kissed him lovingly, as lovingly as you could.

"Like these eyes, still as gentle as I remember, mommy always told me that you could judge a person fairly well by the look in their eyes, you have the kindest eyes lolo" his eyes teared up as you said that. He thought you'd give him a break after last night but you were hell bent on coddling him like a baby.

"Well your mommy wasn't really the best judge of character"

"Take it back" your voice broke because the meanie in him came out again so he kissed you again.

"I'm sorry baby" he murmured against your mouth and you almost melted into a puddle because of how tender he seemed at the moment "You're forgiven" He smiled as you whispered. He wondered how badly he'd have to hurt you to make him unforgivable in your eyes because no matter what he did or said you always forgave him and that too pretty easily.

"What else?" He asked you and it confused you for a moment before it finally dawned upon you. He wanted to know more about those boyish parts of him.

"The smile, still the same, everytime I felt scared at the orphanage I would just think about you and your smiling face, that calmed me down immediately" he kissed you again instead of responding with words "And your voice hasn't changed in the slightest either"

"You are such a sentimental little girl"

"Is that bad?"

"Not at all, I just don't want to disappoint you with my stoicism" a smile graced your features at the blatant lie.

"You're pretty sentimental yourself mister "

"No I'm not"

"Yes you are"

"Shhhhhh"

After force feeding you that unsavory porridge he took you shopping like you had asked him to, you also had to be at an audition tomorrow, you needed to find work or you knew he'd try and find other works, like that thing he used to do at the club, you hated not having him at home all night.

You picked a dress but you didn't want him to see it just yet. You both spent the whole day out, it was a peaceful day but it didn't stay that way. Ofcourse it didn't. It came crashing down on you.

Your soul almost evaporated as someone ran in front of the car, you both watched a woman lying unconscious in the middle of the deserted road and you wondered if she was alive.

"Is she…oh gooddd" you mumbled under your breath so he looked at you

"Stay in here okay?" He asked you so you nodded. She had long blonde hair so it wasn't Jolene, you hated that it was your first thought. Your worries didn't cease there because as Loki rolled her over, it was someone you knew, someone you both knew very well. He picked her up hurriedly before you two could get caught by a passerby or something. After laying her down on the backseat, he quickly got in and drove towards the apartment as fast as he could.

"Ummm is that uhh--"

"Yeah and I don't trust the bitch so we are going to take her home and you're going to help me tie her up as securely as we can okay?" You looked at him all perplexed and he glared at you so you nodded.

The cops on the patrol tonight asked him about her so he lied that she was a friend that had gotten drunk out of her mind. As soon as you all reached the apartment you helped him tie her up onto a chair.

"Lokiii what are we doing..is she even alive?" you asked him nervously so he walked towards you and grabbed you by the shoulders.

"She's alive and breathing, it makes no fucking sense that she'd end up right in front of our car of all people"

"We should tell Steve "

"No not after Thor's situation, I'm already on his radar"

"But what if this brings us more trouble?" he wiped the sweat beads from his forehead as you said that. Ever since his bastard father has escaped your lives has turned into a rollercoaster that just doesn't seem to stop rolling.

You both waited for her to come back to consciousness and when she did she started to struggle against the binds almost immediately.

"Why the fuck are you here?" He asked her as he pulled up a chair right in front of her, you dragged another chair from the kitchen table, it almost looked comical as you tried to be as quiet as you could but the situation wasn't funny at all.

"Lokiii? Y/n?"

Well no memory loss it seems.

"Why the fuck You have me tied up Loki? I know you enjoyed that one time I had--" your eyes widened as she said that. He fucked her all tied up? Again you hated how your mind couldn't move past the jealousy

"Shut up.. shut the fuck up okay? Why are you here..answer me" he glared at her and she looked at you, she then gave you the sickly sweet smile that you remembered really well.

"Oh look at you now, turned yourself into Loki's pretty little girl huh?? Dreams do come true i guess"

"Sister Natasha–" Loki glared at you so you corrected yourself

"Natasha..what are you doing?"

"I don't understand, do you guys like own LA now that I can't be here?" She chuckled and Loki's teeth gritted in anger, he was so close to doing something awful

"Are you here to do his bidding again? He sent you.. didn't he?" she started laughing as he said that.

"You are still so naive loki. You know if he wanted to be here and eat her heart he'd be here, he won't need me" He stood up and all of a sudden there was a smacking sound that you heard, you looked at him shocked as he slapped her. Her lower lip split open at the force he used, your eyes teared up because you weren't expecting him to just go off like that, he never lost his control like that with you. He wasn't like that. Not with women. Not outside of consensual bedroom shenanigans.

"Ohhh I have missed that" her reaction wasn't shocking though, you knew they fucked, you just didn't know they indulged into this, though you should have guessed considering the sexual history of the cult.

"Don't make me kill you Natasha, just tell me the truth, for once in your life, tell me the truth"

He heard you sniffling so he turned his head to the side to look at you, the look on your face was enough to kill whatever shred of self esteem he still had left in him.

He walked towards you and grabbed your arm to take you to the bedroom.

"Stay here" he warned you before he turned around to leave

"This is not you loki" his eyes teared up as you said that.

"That's me sweetheart, that's the real me..still want to believe that bullshit you had made up in your head about me? This is me..the monster I keep warning you about"

You shook your head as he said that, you wanted to stop him and hold him, tell him that he wasn't a monster but he didn't give you a chance, just an hour later cops raided the house, they were tipped off. Natasha told them that he had kidnapped her, she told them that you had no involvement in all of this, you begged Steve to not believe her, you asked him to not take him away from you but he said that he was helpless. All the evidence was against him.

They wanted to take him away to lock him behind the bars, he was to be questioned later on about his motives.

And that's when you were finally able to understand why he went crazy on her, he knew her. You didn't.

You didn't know that she was as rotten as Odin. He wasn't wrong, she was there to do his bidding and she got what she needed. You without him by your side.

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Take Time

Main Masterlist OBX Masterlist John B Masterlist

Pairing: Maybank!female oc x John B Routledge

Warnings:

Description: She works, she has to have some means of survival. All she can think of is work. Her twin's best friend became more, but he's now on the back burner with everything else going on. Well, what happens when he forces her to take a break.

Requested: no / YES

A/N: based off this request by @mirellef2001, I hope this is what you were thinking. Also, this isn't very long/

John B kept walking around the Cut looking for his girlfriend.

His girlfriend was his best friend's little twin sister, CJ Maybank. She would get focused on one thing and keep doing it until it was finished, the exact opposite of her twin brother.

But alas, she had become too focused on work, too focused on her job to remember the most basic necessities of food and water.

John B had gone to the Wreck as an actual paying customer for once and bought some food for his girlfriend to eat.

CJ wasn't just too focused on work. She was trying to survive, trying to make money to pay bills that her father neglected to pay in order to buy drugs or get money to pay off her brother's restitution.

There was no sleep for the poor, while the rich slept comfortably in their satin sheets in their huge houses on the hill.

She may be younger but acts older because of all the responsibilities she has taken over.

She was too busy taking care of everything else to take care of herself most of the time.

John B took care of her even before they started dating.

She made sure he had food, none expired food, around his house to eat, and he made sure she ate the food she made and got him.

John B walked into the autobody shop where CJ worked and just walked into the garage where CJ was stationed at, working under an expensive-looking car.

"CJ, let's go," John B doesn't leave any room for arguments from the blonde as the blonde stands to look at him.

"What do you mean?" CJ asks as she stands and faces her boyfriend with a slightly confused look.

"We are going to sit in the back at that picnic table, and you are going to eat," John B was being an asshole, but she needed a break, John B hadn't physically seen his girlfriend outside of this garage in almost a week, and now he's just putting his foot down.

Before CJ can open her mouth to protest, John B asks, "When was the last time you ate, slept, drank water, or just took a break?"

CJ looked down, knowing that the answer she would give to her boyfriend wouldn't be one he liked.

"Exactly, let's go," John B says. He brings the girl closer and kisses her forehead.

He looks to the owner, who looks at John B and knows exactly why he was there and just nods at the teen and John B starts to escort his girlfriend out of the shop and to the Twinkie.

John B gives his girlfriend the bag of food from the Wreck and starts the Twinkie then starts to drive back to his house as CJ starts eating.

John B makes it back to his house. As CJ finishes eating the take-out, John B goes to her.

The two got out and walked into the house, John B sat on the couch and pulled CJ into his lap, and she just sort of cuddled up to him as the lack of sleep caught up to her and fell asleep.

JJ walked through the door around ten minutes later, and before he could even make a snarky comment, John B shushed him, allowing JJ to see that his sister was sleeping.

JJ walks down the hall, a slight smile on her face as he thinks that his sister is in good hands with his best friend.

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NaNoWriMo Day #12

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Prompt found here

(for my regular readers, this is the Harry Potter ficlet I meant to write yesterday)

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The first order of operations, after their great escape from Hogwarts, was Gringotts bank to set up the last of their business affairs. After that, they went directly to the ministry. Fred and George shared a glance while in the elevator. They had some... Business with the family services division.

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A week and a half after the Weasley twins left Hogwarts with a bang, Harry got a letter from them. Well, actually, Harry got two letters, a letter from Remus, which was a clever disguise for the letter from the twins, involving the same passphrase as the Marauders Map, and a letter from the ministry, which was explained by the letter from the twins from Remus.

Dearest Ikle Harrykins,

You should, at this time, have received a letter from the family services division at the ministry. We would have talked to you about this before going through with it, but we thought it best to act as soon as we legally could, instead. We want you to know that we have the utmost respect for your parents, and in no way are we trying to replace them—we'd be very poor replacements, in all honesty, your father was a legend, and your mum was bloody brilliant with a wand—we just want you to have a better home life than the one you do now, and we're tired of waiting for the adults in our lives to step up and step in. We have tried so many times to get mum or dad to lodge an inquiry or sue for custody, but they never took us seriously, and for that, we're truly sorry. They lost out on the chance to gain a truly spectacular—stupendous—extraordinary—yeah, alright, you get it, wonderful son like you. Instead, they'll get the shock of a lifetime, with their twin seventeen year old sons giving them their first grandbaby. Congrats, mum, it's a boy!

Harry, we want what's best for you, but we want you to trust us most of all. We know you struggle with authority figures, and we know there's a very good reason for that. You don't have to call us anything specific, simply using our names will do, but we're open to anything you'd be comfortable calling us. If you'd prefer more of a brotherly relationship over anything paternal, well, we certainly have more than enough practice with that! Either way, we will have to set and enforce certain rules, no matter what, though the what and how would be better discussed in person than over post.

We also want you to be prepared for a potential eruption of Mount Molly when we come to pick you up from the station, we haven't exactly told mum that we adopted you. We've only told Remus, Snuffles, and Bill, who helped ward our shop as part of our deal with the FSD for being allowed to adopt, "Someone of such standing while so young," hope you don't mind.

Anyway, if you want to tell your muggle relatives that you've found alternative housing for the rest of your schooling, you may want to do so soon, or you can simply write Remus back that you'd like your mischief managed and one of us will take care of it instead. Whichever you'd prefer, though honestly, I think Bill is planning on checking out those supposed blood wards on the place no matter what you say, just so you know.

We hope we haven't stepped too far out of bounds. We hope that we haven't broken your trust in us, or think we don't trust you for not talking to you about this before we left. Honestly, we thought of this idea right before we walked into Gringotts, so there wasn't time to talk to you beforehand. While it was somewhat spur of the moment, we do not and cannot regret adopting you, only the lack of discussion between us about it.

Hoping to talk again soon,

Gred and Forge

Before Harry knew it, he was in tears. He was beyond glad he'd taken the letters to bed with him and read them in privacy, or he'd have to explain to Ron and Hermione, or, Merlin forbid, the whole House, that he was fine, better than fine, even. His friends, his brothers, had seen him struggling to stay afloat, and instead of patting him on the head and telling him it was okay, they bloody well made him a life preserver and tied the other end to themselves. He legally never had to go back to the Dursley's ever again, the letter from the ministry confirmed it. Fred and George were his legal guardians, no one could force Harry to go anywhere without their say-so.

Hastily, and somewhat quietly due to the sleeping state of most of his roommates, Harry rushed to find a relatively intact piece of parchment to write his reply. He never wanted anything to do with his relatives again. A sob ripped out of his chest as it fully sunk in. He was free.

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Hey all! Still sick (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) But we got snow this morning, so that was a good surprise! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ I had a really busy day today, so today's ficlet is pretty short, but I wanted to make sure I actually kept my word (even though I didn't write this the day I initially meant to (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ)

I'm not sure if I'll write any more non-Danny Phantom × DC/Danny Phantom × Batman ficlets (ie anything not of those crossovers) the rest of this month, I might throw in another Miraculous Ladybug × Batman ficlet or two for the practice, but I haven't really read anything not in one of those three fandoms (Miraculous Ladybug, Danny Phantom, and DC/Batman (a lot of Batman fics involve the wider DC universe, but not all of them...)) in a few months and that's making writing anything not in those fandoms more difficult than is helpful when I only have a single day to work on a given prompt 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ after November, when I'm no longer limited to just one prompt per day, we'll see!

Anyways, have a good morning/day/night!

[omahasnakes]

2023: I used to be with it, but then they changed what it was. Now what I’m with isn’t it anymore and what’s it seems weird and scary. It’ll happen to you!

I always interpreted the word “scary” in this quote in the sense that old people fear change. Not that an actively racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, authoritarian segment of our society would loudly gain power in all areas, including popular music. But here we are, it’s 2023!

**This is my ongoing series of trying to understand popular music by listening to the Billboard year end music chart for every year, so far 1996-2023.**

Also before I go too far in clutching my pearls, this is the Billboard music chart, not exactly an unimpeachable and incorruptible measure of the public will. But it’s annoying when an artist dominates the chart simply because some people think it’s a good thing, actually, that he used a racial slur.

This year was so tough to deal with that I ended up using the process of elimination. After removing five old Christmas standards and 17 songs that offended my every sensibility, I was left with 78 songs. Then I took out the songs that were simply silly. I already talked about “Bad Habit” and “Unholy” in the 2022 chart, so I removed those too. I don’t care for the sentiments being expressed in “Kill Bill” or “bad idea right?” so they’ll go next. I don’t like how they’re pronouncing “liar” in “Boy’s a liar Pt. 2.”

Also, why are we as a society still fucking with Drake?

Album of the Year: notwithstanding what I mentioned earlier, it’s SOS by SZA. Solid jams T to B. She also gets…

Song of the Year: “Snooze” by SZA. A shallow field this year, but try listening to this a few dozen times and I think you’ll agree it’s a jam.

“Anti-Hero” by Taylor Swift. Half of this is a really good song. I first heard it while shopping in a going-out-of-business Bed Bath and Beyond while trying to get used to being alone. It seemed appropriate, other than the part about anyone still being around to care.

“Fast Car” covered by Luke Combs. Someone whose opinion (especially in matters of music) I consider sacrosanct told me that they don’t care for any version of this song. I was floored. This is an ok cover; I don’t hate it. And if you’re worried that he destroys the queer reading, he refers to himself as working “in the market as a checkout girl.”

“Creepin’” by Metro Boomin, The Weeknd, and 21 Savage. Do I get points for instantly placing the generous sample of “Boadicea” by Enya? Something about the sample doesn’t seem to fit quite right rhythmically, but I’m no musician, so what do I know?

“golden hour” by JVKE. My sister played it for me on the piano and asked if I was familiar with it, so then I had to take it off my makeout playlist.

“Tennessee Orange” by Megan Moroney. “I met somebody. He’s got blue eyes.” Wink wink. I said WINK! WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY THAT IS THAT HE IS WHITE. BUT I’M BEING SUBTLE ABOUT IT. GET IT?!?! This wasn’t even one of the songs I thought was offensive. This is just run-of-the-mill for modern country music.

“Wait in the Truck” by HARDY with Lainey Wilson. What a nasty, empty-souled fantasy of vigilantism.

Country music barometer: 29%

Songs partially or completely in Spanish: 9%

Songs performed in English by South Korean artists: 2%

A music video from 2023 to include: Here’s “As it Was” by Harry Styles. I really like the spinning platform. I give the same grace to Harry Styles that I give to all the pop girlies. It’s fine. They’re fine. Frankly, it’s kind of nice when compared to our other options this year.

https://youtu.be/H5v3kku4y6Q?si=yH00pTg6KVPtDVGf

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Ask game!

6 obvs

13 & 16

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

From the June chapter of my Year of OTP 2023 (yes, I'm quite a bit behind, but I'll catch up...or not. Whatever - it'll all get written eventually):

The amount of work it took to plan the wedding and reception in the span of five months – and that included working around training schedules and missions and the unplanned fights with those who didn’t really CARE that Captain America and Winter Soldier needed time to pick out a venue, catering, the cake, choose invitations (and send them out!), get fitted for suits, find someone to officiate, and on and on – was sometimes so great that Bucky thought he would go insane.  Steve thought this wedding would be his villain origin story. 

Tony offered several times to fly everyone to Vegas where they wouldn’t have to deal with all the bullshit; just the two grooms, their found family as witnesses, and the entire bill for the time they were there paid for by Tony himself as one of their wedding gifts.  Food, fancy hotel with a lavish honeymoon suite (“We can even book you one with a heart-shaped bed and plenty of toys and gizmos to make your wedding night spectacular!” Tony had offered up.)  Bucky had been tempted by the offer and to just have the planning nightmare over and done with.  Steve put on his most gracious face when he thanked Tony but worried that tacky and flashy and glitzy just weren’t his or Bucky’s style. 

After that, Tony had suggested they could rent a couple of huge buses and traipse over to Atlantic City for the same type of deal.  Might not have the same shows with dancers barely covered in sequins and feathers, but they could have the wedding on the boardwalk, the reception in one of the finer dining establishments, and then party big at one of the hotels with plenty of gambling. 

Even if Steve and Bucky hadn’t scrunched their noses at the idea of New Jersey, Loki remarking that during one of the Avengers’ missions in that state – some really trite and dumbass mission to save a shopping mall of all places from idiot wannabe villains – a couple of assholes made fun of his accent (HIS accent!) by calling it ‘fake’.  So out of loyalty to his boyfriend, Tony nixed New Jersey on the spot. 

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

I have a few ships I haven't really played with yet that I'd like to - Loki/Bruce (they were a tiny background ship in a Scott/Logan fic I wrote for @scottxlogan for Yule), Logan/Loki - and for them, I have a fic in mind for the @marvelrarepairbingo I co-mod with Scottxlogan that's based on a Loki artwork she did, Bucky/Emma Frost (again, I have a fic planned/started just barely for them for the MRP bingo), and really weirdly enough, Emma/Logan. There's also Natasha/Steve (have one planned for MRP bingo), Natasha/Tony (no ideas just yet), and Natasha/Bucky (no ideas just yet). I even have one planned for Natasha/Emma.

16. Do people irl know you participate in fandom?

Most of them do, even several of my undergrad and grad school professors. My family does - my family being my sister and brother and his wife. I think most of my non-fandom friends know as well - or have figured it out by now. A few have even read some of my fanfics.

Thanks for the asks!

Fandom Ask Game.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Truth is In The Trouble (Pt. 1)

Ship: Sweeney Todd x Bill Fang

Word Count: 1132

Summary: While Mrs. Lovett's business appears to be looking up, Bill's luck seems rather the opposite. When he admits to Sweeney that he's run afoul of the law, the barber takes it into his own hands to right the wrong, inadvertently showing Bill just how far he's willing to go for those he cares about. CWs for implied cannibalism, classism, mentions of cheating, murder.

Tag List: @dudefrommywesterns @canongf @futurewife

It seemed so sudden when Mrs. Lovett announced that she had acquired new ingredients, but it didn’t take much convincing for Bill to brush off the oddness of the occurrence and set to help her make the next batch of pies. He also didn’t question why she sent him out the next day to promote her shop; she had tried it when she first hired him, but it had never worked. Still, he managed to convince those coming to Sweeney for a haircut or a shave to give the “new recipe” a try, even when they had prepared the meat like they always had. What was shocking was the customers’ overall delight with the supposedly new product.

“Where on Earth did you get this meat?” Bill had to ask when they had almost sold out of the test batch of pies.

“I found it cheap at the market, the packaging was a bit damaged but the contents was just fine!” Nellie insisted at a low volume as to not catch unwanted attention from lingering customers. “I think it fell off a ship coming from Italy, it had some foreign language on the side.”

“Never heard that one before…” He scratched at the back of his head, watching another satisfied customer leave before shrugging. “But I suppose if it sells, it sells.”

“That’s the spirit, my boy, and we’ve still got plenty of supply to last us until Friday.” She pinched his cheek in an excitedly maternal way. “And think of the talk! For once in our lives, people are going to leave the shop and not warn others not to come by!”

Bill nodded, rubbing his cheek as she turned away from him. “What happens when we do run out, though? What are the chances you come across something like this again?”

“Oh, pish posh. If all goes well, sales from this batch will allow us to purchase just as quality of meat as what we’ve got right now.”

It was at this moment Bill stopped listening, for an unfriendly face had just entered the shop.

“I think I’m going to go check on Mr. Todd, see how business is going for him…” He announced quickly before ducking out the side door, not leaving time for Mrs. Lovett to react. He took the steps two at a time and let himself into the parlour, careless as to whether Sweeney was with a customer or not. Thankfully, he wasn’t, and was merely wiping down his chair from his previous appointment.

“Ah, Fang. What brings you…? Are you alright?” Sweeney began as he looked up, setting aside his towel. Bill was sure he looked pale and anxious as he glanced over his shoulder and out the window, though it was unlikely the man he was avoiding had seen him.

“Someone I’d rather avoid just walked into the pie shop.”

Sweeney raised a brow, intrigued. “Oh?? Who could you possibly have an issue with, you seem to me as the least likely person in London to have an enemy.”

Bill laughed nervously, inching further into the room. “Well, you’re probably right about that, I don’t make it a point to step on anyone’s toes… but, ah, the who in question would be one Officer Maltby. To say the least, I couldn’t hold my tongue when I overheard him talking down on folks like us- that is to say, without much to our name but honest workers -let alone when I realized he’s very likely cheating on his poor wife.”

The barber’s expression became one of surprise and underlying outrage. “Well, I can very much say I would’ve reacted the same. So he’s got it out for you now, then?”

“He technically had to let me off the hook since I was only exercising my freedom of speech, but given any future chance, even the smallest offence, he said he’d arrest me.”

“The whole tree of authority in this city is rotten to its innermost ring,” Sweeney spat disgustedly. He stepped closer to Bill, unconsciously making his next proposal much more intimate. "You don't deserve to be walking on eggshells every time you leave the shop, straining your ears for the sound of those damned boots… I will take care of him for you."

Bill's eyes widened slightly and his cheeks warmed. "Take care of him…?"

"Precisely." His mind was made up. Officer Maltby must be the next in the chair, if it wasn’t to be the Judge, of course.

"Shouldn't you be avoiding any lawmen?"

Sweeney’s laugh was more akin to a bark. "I'm a very smooth talker, I assure you, he won't suspect a thing…" He hesitated, struck with the desire to take Bill's hand in his own. Though sudden anxiety screamed at him internally, he did so anyway, holding Bill's hand up to his chin. "Allow me to extend the same kindness you've shown me, Bill. Please."

Their entire face felt red hot. They swallowed, unable to look away from Sweeney’s tired but set features. “If it’ll ease your mind… just be careful, alright?”

Sweeney let go, letting Bill’s hand gently sway back into a resting position at their side. “It would, most certainly. There is only one thing I ask of you… invite him up here for me.”

Though it was uncomfortable, Bill agreed. He returned to the shop below and curtly told the officer that Sweeney wished to speak with him, throwing in something about a discount for those who worked so hard to keep London’s streets so “safe” and “pristine.” He hoped the barber would speak with him as he gave the man a shave, perhaps even threaten him slightly… he truly had no idea. When the officer went upstairs, Bill went below, into the belly of the pie shop, where the large ovens and meat grinder were kept. He hummed as he took inventory, sighing over the mysterious meat that had come into his boss’ possession. There was no packaging to be found, but perhaps she had discarded it already.

He hadn’t been down in the shadows and the heat long before he heard an odd tumbling sound from above. He looked up at what he had always assumed was a laundry chute, just in time to see the bloodied body of Officer Maltby sliding into the room. He screamed, surely alarming whoever remained in the shop above and quickly drawing Mrs. Lovett down the stairs.

“Oh, sweet Satan’s slippers! Look what he’s gone and done now,” she exclaimed to herself as Bill whipped around to face her. She put her hands out to keep him from rushing past her. “Now, just calm down…! This’ll all be explained as soon as Mr. Todd gets down here…”

Bill attempted to push by her, screaming past her shoulder in panic, “SWEENEY!!”

[blu-writes]

♥︎ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ♥︎

An original story entirely created by Me.

Eclipse belongs to @eclipse-wisp . Blu belongs to myself!

The sweet smell of freshly baked muffins filled the air as the glass doors to the café swung open and shut with each passing customer. People of all races shuffled in and out, bidding each other rushed hellos as they went about their day, fresh coffee or tea in hand, some even treating themselves to a warm pastry as well.

The man behind the counter tucked his hair behind his ear, using a pencil to hold it there as he ran back and forth, dancing between other employees to take care of making coffees and pulling various sweets out of the ovens.

“Excuse me, sir?” A soft voice rang out from the other side of the counter. He threw out a quick apology and asked the customer to give him just a moment as he placed the hot tray onto the counter to cool and pulled off his oven mitt before turning around. “Good morning ma’am! What can I do for you today?” She smiled at him and pulled out her phone, swiping through a text conversation quickly before clicking on a photo. “I’m sorry this may be a bit difficult to place but my son has been here before with his nanny and he told me that I just have to try this muffin.”

He smiled down at her and nodded, “Of course! Those are our lemon poppyseed muffins with a made in house lemon glaze! We have a batch of them in the oven right now if you’re okay with waiting!” She looked down at her watch before nodding, “That should be fine, I don’t need to be at the office for a bit. May I also order a coffee?” He nodded and waved her over towards the register. “I’d like to get a pumpkin mocha coffee, preferably hot since it is a bit chilly this morning.” He chuckled and agreed “Of course ma’am, and what would be a good name for the order?”

“Blu will be fine! I’ll just be waiting right to the side until the muffins are ready.” She paid and walked to the side of the small shop, answering a few calls here and there from people while she waited. The oven dinged and an elf drifted past where eclipse stood taking more orders to pull the fresh muffins out and set them on a rack to cool. Eclipse turned quickly after placing the last order and began to brew and fix up each coffee that had came through.

“Miss Blu? I have your coffee ready if you’d like to take it now.” He smiled down at her and placed it on the counter, sliding it towards her as she grabbed it. “Thank you so much,” she reached into the top of her shirt and pulled out a $10 bill. “And here, I see how hard you’ve been working. You’re doing amazing! Keep up the go-“

“Order for Blu?! Blu?! One lemon poppyseed muffin for Blu?” A smaller fairy flew up towards the counter with the bag as Blu raised her hand slightly and waved the fairy over. “That’s me, thank you so much sir.” The fairy nodded and flew back down to collect another bag. “Anyways, keep up the good work, you’ve made so many people smile already today with how kind you are to them, it’s refreshing to see someone act so kindly to other people, even if they don’t know them.”

Eclipse smiled once more and took the tip, thanking her for being so kind. “Y’know, I just don’t see a reason to be an asshole. At the end of the day we all have the same goal. To go home and prepare to do it all again the next day. So why bother making someone’s day harder by being rude.” Blu swallowed a sip of her coffee and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more, There’s no reason to treat anyone any differently ever. No matter the person’s status.”

Her watch beeped a few times and her ears twitched as a shocked look flooded over her features. “Shit I’m gonna be late! I’ll stop by on my lunch break. What time are you here till?” He checked his own watch and called out from where he stood as she began to walk backwards towards the door. “I work until 2pm so I’ll see you around noon?” She nodded and grinned at him. “I’ll see you then Eclipse.” And he grinned back. “See ya then Miss Blu.”

The elf from earlier leaned over onto the counter, relaxing for a second as the shop began to slow down from the breakfast rush. “So?” Eclipse turned to look at her, slightly confused. “What do you mean so?” She rolled her eyes and motioned towards the door. “Find yourself a date? What was that all about?” Eclipse rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Really Sylk? Why the hell would you think I had a date.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter as well, matching her stance.

“Come on dude. A woman like that would have you set for life! Didn’t you see her badge?” He cocked an eyebrow at her and she smacked her head down against her now folded arms. “Really? She was the head journalist of Medusarian Today.” He huffed kinda and looked out the door. “Well, I’m not really looking for a relationship at the moment. Just trying to make myself a life here before I try and get laid y’know.” Sylk shook her head and made a retching noise. “Gross dude. Don’t wanna hear about my buddies sex life. Thanks anyways though.” She pushed herself off the counter and tossed a rag at him.

“Here start making yourself useful and clean up before the big boss comes around and starts chewing us out.” He chuckled and pulled a spray bottle from a small alcove under the counter and sprayed some on the rag before wiping around the coffee machines, listening out for the bell on the door to inevitably chime again as another customer made their way in.

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Popping the last bite of the muffin into her mouth, Blu flew into the doors of the Newspaper office, flying straight up the stairwell to save the time of walking. She buzzed past a few coworkers, apologizing as their papers flew out of their hands and landed directly in front of her office door. “Good morning Ms. Medusarian! Eventful morning?” A shorter goblin woman smiled up at her. “Good morning Elora, and I wouldn’t say eventful. Just a longer than usual stop at Rolling Hills.”

Elora chuckled and nodded. “I never have the time to stop before I come in, I hear that they have really good pastry’s though!” Blu nodded and opened the door to her office, motioning for Elora to follow suit. “Come on girl, we got work to do.” Elora did a fake salute and puffed out her chest, trailing behind Blu to make it inside before the door closed and she couldn’t reach the knob.

Blu set down her coffee and sat in her chair spinning a few times while she waited for her computer to boot up. “Alright, lay it on me. Any good stories from the past week? Anything that’ll make all the elves and orcs really get going?” Elora moved through a couple of files and placed some onto Blu’s desk. “We haven’t really came across anything too interesting lately, but with Halloween rolling around and Thanksgiving not too far behind a lot of folks are wanting to celebrate early.” Blu hummed and looked through the files, tossing them all to the side as she ran a hand through her hair.

“I guess we could run a few stories on the latest holiday trends and some events that are going on around Medusai. I could ask my Dad for a list of the events he has in the city hall.” Elora nodded and jotted down a few notes. “I think we could get a few good stories on the rising population of spirits this year. Usually they don’t come in until there’s only a few days before Halloween but this year they’ve been coming earlier.” Elora continued jotting down her notes and ripped the paper off of her notepad and handed it to Blu. She gave it a quick once over and rolled it up like a scroll, tied a little green ribbon on it, and held it in her palm. It glowed bright blue and one by one became little water droplets that collected into a puddle in her hand. She blew on the puddle and it faded away. “Alright, I sent it down to Chrys. She should start researching everything once she gets in around 12. Anything else on our menu today or can I get started on my background work?” Elora put her notepad face down in her lap and looked up at Blu from her seat.

“Y’know, Ms. Blu, you haven’t had any time off recently, I’m sure your son would love to have you home a bit early today.” Blu sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Elora I-“ Elora held up a finger and motioned for Blu to stop talking. “Go spend time with Asmodeous. He misses you Blu, you’re working yourself to death.”

Blu sighed once more, a bit more dramatically and nodded. “Fine, go ahead and clear my schedule for the next three days. If I have any important meetings tell the CEO I’ll be back in a few days, that I’m sick or something.” Elora nodded and smiled up at Blu, holding out her hand to take the files. “Thank you, Blu. Take some time before the holidays and enjoy yourself. Maybe even try to go on a date or two.” Blu rolled her eyes and smacked the files into her hand. “Fine, I’ll see you soon El.” And she rose from her desk and shut her computer down, grabbing her coffee before flying out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Mommy!!” Asmodeous jumped into Blu’s arms and giggled as she spun him around. “Hi baby! I thought I’d come home and spend some time with you today! Maybe we can go get some muffins from that shop you like?” Asmo’s face lit up like a light and he nodded quickly. “Baby where’s Erawin? I’d like to tell her she can go home if she’d like to.” Asmo flew out of his mother’s arms and landed onto the wooden floor. “This way mommy, Nana is cleaning up the kitchen.” Blu grabbed her sons smaller hand and walked down the hall, knocking on the wall before entering the kitchen.

“Good morning Miss. Erawin, how are you today?” The goblin turned around and dried her hands off on a dish towel that was hanging over her shoulder. “Good morning Miss Blu! I’m doing good thank you! You’re home early, is everything alright?” Blu nodded and picked Asmodeous back up, placing him on her hip. “Your sister actually gave me the day off, she wouldn’t quit nagging me to take some time for myself.” Erawin laughed to herself and nodded. “Yeah that sounds like her, she kept telling me that she was worried about how much you’d been working.” Blu shook her head and sighed. “I keep telling her that I’m fine, I’m trying to pick up a few extra shifts so I have plenty of money for the holidays.”

Asmodeous wriggled his way out of Blu’s arms once again and flew off down the hallway, the sound of him rummaging through his toy box rang out from his room. “Y’know Miss Blu, I’m really glad you took Elora’s advice. Asmo really misses having you around, especially after what happened with his father.” Blu nodded and ran a hand through her hair. “I know, but after he left I had to pick up so many extra shifts at the office to continue to give him the comfortable life he always had an-“ Erawin held up her hand and shook her head.

“Blu, I get it. I’m not mad or upset with you, trust me. I just think it would be nice if you found someone to settle down with, someone who could treat Asmodeous like he was one of their own.” Blu shook her head and sighed. “Erawin please. I don’t know if I even could bring myself to start seeing someone romantically again. I’d be better off finding a friend and asking if they would want to live here and be a ’father figure’. After Vero I don’t even know if Asmo would want another father in his life.” Erawin opened her mouth beginning to speak once more but was cut off by Asmodeous flying quickly back through the door.

“Mommy can we go now? I’m so hungry I feel like I’m gonna die!” Blu and Erawin looked between each other and giggled. Erawin scooped Asmodeous into her arms and began walking towards the living room. “I’ll keep him occupied and get his shoes on for you Miss Blu, go change out of your suit. And do your makeup! Who knows maybe you’ll run into Prince Charming while you’re there!”

Blu shot a few Fae curses under her breath towards Erawin and walked upstairs towards her own room, pulling her heels off before she even made it to her room. She waved her hand towards the closet and it opened up, revealing a wide variety of shirts, dresses, suits, and in the very back, a white wedding gown. Blu pulled off her skirt and her button down shirt and tossed them into a basket beside her dresser, walking towards the closet. She ran her hand across the fabric of the wedding gown, a deep emptiness threatening to fill her chest, before she pulled a dark green jumpsuit out of the closet and slipped it on.

She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, leaving a long strand out to hang over her face. The water like texture of her hair flowed throughout the ponytail, leaving a pretty sea foam at the very bottom hanging just below her lower back. She slipped on some white sandals and swiped some light makeup over her face before heading back downstairs to head out with Asmodeous.

“Alright sweetheart are you ready to go? We can get there just after the lunch rush if we leave now so all of the muffins should be fresh!” Asmodeous jumped up and ran to the door, hovering right in front of it waiting impatiently for his Mother. “Miss Erawin you are more than welcome to head home for the day whenever you would like. I’ll send you your paycheck once we get to the café.” Erawin nodded and stood from where she sat. “Yes ma’am! Thank you so much for the day off, I’m just going to finish tidying up and then I’ll head out!” Blu gave her a quick hug and thanked her again for helping out around the house before she grabbed Asmodeous’s hand and opened the door.

“Come on baby, let’s go have some snacks and then maybe we can head to the park or to the movies.”

[milkywaygg]

Confidential Affairs Chapter 11

Cosma Interpretations belong to @eripops Enjoy!

For the next two weeks, Jules decided to grin and bear it as he continued his final days of work. Despite getting a bit overly emotional while handing Lesley his resignation, Jules also felt a warm feeling in the bottom of his stomach that he was making the right choice. Between the two of them, Euphemia made at least 4 times as much as he did hourly and did a much better job paying the bills on time and making sure everything was taken cared of, and he didn’t like the idea of his baby in a stranger’s arms rather than his own. He or she was supposed to be his and Euphemia’s baby, not theirs. They weren’t the ones giving birth.

As he buttoned his polo and finished getting ready for his last day of work, Jules’ phone vibrated off his nightstand, the caller ID showing a bunch of numbers that Jules has not recognized but started with his local area code. Curiosity killing the cat, he took a seat on the bed, picking up the phone.

“Hey hey!”

“Good morning! Am I speaking to a Mr Cosmo Primrose?”

“Oh I-I go by Jules, thanks. Who is this?”

“This is Dr. Winchester’s receptionist on duty. I see you have an appointment scheduled a month from now. However, we had tried to process your payment and it looks like your health insurance is no longer valid.”

“No longer valid? What do you mean? I should be under my fiance’s insurance plan? Can you look under Euphemia Cosma.”

“We did sir. According to your insurance company, it had expired last month due to non payment. Did you guys move to a different plan by any chance? I know some clients do that and forget to update their information. It happens all the time.”

“Not that I’m aware of...How much is my next appointment since I’m not covered?”

“Looks like it’ll be about $415 without insurance.”

“Wow haha…wow that’s crazy. Um..”, Jules stammered, unsure how to handle the unwelcome news, “Would it be possible to hold off on the payment until we figure something out. I-I mean I can pay out of pocket..but $415 just to see my baby is healthy? That’s insane.”

“I’m sorry sir. I don’t set the prices.”

“I-I know you don’t. I’m sorry. It’s just…wowza…I had no idea my insurance expired…um…you know what? I got to get to work, but I’ll talk to my girlfriend about it and figure out what to do from there. Thanks for letting me know.”

As soon as he hung up, Jules switched to Euphemia’s contact information, unsure of what was going on. Pressing call, he held his phone back up to his ear once more, only to get no response. Checking the time and knowing he had to go soon, Jules sighed in frustration as he shot Euphemia a text, annoyed at her cryptic attitude.

We need to talk sometime tonight. 

The final hour of his final shift; Jules would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t going to miss working at the flower shop. He had worked there ever since he had gotten out of college, hoping that one day, he would become the manager after Lesley had retired or moved on. Yet, as he swept up the fallen petals off the ground, he looked down and smiled at the belly bump forming inside him. He’d give up anything for his little one, even his entire life. 

Although there was a sense of peace in knowing that he was making the right choice, there was also a nagging feeling of dread as night time approached, getting closer to the talk he wanted to have with Euphemia. He really, truly wanted to believe her when she said everything was alright, but the piled up bills and now canceled insurance said otherwise. He didn’t understand why she kept letting it all pile up, regardless of how many times he talked to her.

All of the sudden, the doorbell rang as a customer stepped in; Jules feeling a cold aura flow through the store as he heard the clicks of her jet black heels approach the counter.

“I have a pick-up for Athena-oh. Cosmo. I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Jules please, thanks.”, Jules said nervously, squirming as Athena glared at him, crossing her arms.

“I don’t recall that being your name. Now, pick up for Athena. I don’t have all day. Severus and I have a reservation we can’t be late for. Chop chop.”

“Oh-of course.”, Jules stammered, handing her the bouquet of roses, without so much as a thank you, “It’s just, that’s the name I prefer.”

“But it’s not your legal name. What kind of child still uses nicknames? Quite frankly, I don’t see the point.”, Athena said, sneering at Jules’ frown, “Ugh, and the attitude, my lord! It’s no wonder why you left Euphemia. You’re so obsessed with your poor lifestyle, you couldn’t understand what a catch she was.”

“Wait wait wait-woah! Hang on!”, Jules squeaked, loud enough for Athena to stop in her tracks, “W-what do you mean I left her?”

“Well, she told us the news over dinner the other Monday  night.”, Athena said, “I know it must be hard to deal with and I bet you’re just heartbroken, but you leaving her was the best thing you could have done for her.”

“Wait…s-she told you? I-I don’t understand…She’s usually working late.”

“Yes, well the one good thing that came out of her losing her job was that she now has a pretty free social calendar.”, Athena said, looking at Jules with a somewhat interested look as she watched him turn white as a ghost, his head spinning in different directions.

“She lost her job??? W-what wait…I..”, Jules began to shake as he collapsed down, grabbing his head as his entire body went into a straight panic. Upon watching this episode however, Athena noticed the silver and emerald flower ring that rested on Jules’ ring finger. 

“What the fuck???”, Athena screamed all of the sudden, slamming her bouquet of roses on the nearest table. “Why do you still have that ring on? I thought she returned it?”

“I-I-I don’t know. I really don’t know what’s going on…oh my god…”, Jules’ breathing sharpened as tears flowed down his face, all other noise blocked out other than his crying and Athena’s screaming. As she continued to berate him, deep in his thoughts, he was able to connect the dots. Her job provided the health insurance and now that she was unemployed, they didn’t get that benefit anymore, and her losing her job explained the piled up bills. Yet, if she wasn’t working, then where was she going? What was she doing all day and night? Was she..no…she wouldn’t do that to him…

Feeling as if his entire body could explode and molt into lava, Jules threw his olive green apron onto the ground and made his way through the door, accidentally shoving Athena gently on the side.

“Watch it, you clumsy-”

“Fuck off!”, Jules screamed, making Athena freeze as she watched him leave, standing dumbfounded as the man stormed off. Euphemia had absolutely no idea how lucky she was that he was pregnant. Otherwise, he would love nothing more than to zap her into oblivion right now. Cutting two corners, he finally made it back to their town home and unlocked the door, slamming it behind him as he scanned the room, spotting Euphemia’s bee-hive swirl in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh hey sweetheart.”, she said, putting her briefcase down with a tired look on her face, “Was wok ok? My day was a killer.”

“Oh really? I’m sure it was.”, Jules sneered, “I had a pretty interesting day at work myself, dear. It just so happens that I ran into your mother. You didn’t tell me today was their anniversary.”

“Oh…oh yea, I guess it is. I uh…kinda forgot. Why do you ask?”

“Well she and I just had a splendid little chat. She said you lost your job, which I think is kinda crazy because if you did, you probably would have told me, right?”

“Uhm..”, Euphemia stammered until Jules interrupted her.

“AND I guess she’s losing her mind on top of it all to, because she made up this crazy story about how I left you and you had returned my wedding ring.”

“I…well…listen Jules, I can explain.”, Euphemia said, reaching her arms out, only to be shoved away, “Baby, darling, honey pie, there’s a reason I had to tell my mother those things. See, when I moved out, my parents agreed to help me pay for the rent if I took care of the smaller bills, since um…they figured that I couldn’t make it on my own B-But when I lost my job, my mother had cut me off, so I had only lied to them in order to get back in their good graces.”

“B-But I…I don’t understand…why did you have to lie about it?”, Jules asked, her breathing still frantic but the tone getting slowly more exhausted as his anger consumed him, “W-Why did you fucking lie to me about everything that was happening? I’m about to be your husband! I-you can’t just hide these things from me! I….can we even afford this baby? I don’t give a shit about the wedding right now, but our baby?”

“I…well I do have some money in my savings, but it would be a struggle.”, Euphemia said sadly, “I’m truly sorry Jules. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I just didn’t want you to worry and hurt while you’re pregnant, or at all. My mother had always taught me that it was my job as the woman of the household to take care of all the finances and make sure we had a roof over our heads.”

“Euphemia, look around you. This isn’t your parents’ time anymore. Things change.”, Jules’ voice softened as small tears dripped off the corners of his eyes, “If you would’ve just…talked to me, we could have figured this out. We could have waited to have this baby, o-or just gone to the courthouse to get married instead of a wedding, but no.”

“I thought you wanted a baby and wedding?”

“Of course I do, but not if you and I are going to struggle!”, Jules yelled, “It’s not even about the fact that you lost your job. It’s the fact that you lied about it, especially towards the person you sleep in the same mother fucking bed in! I..”

“Jules I…you know I only did what I did because I wanted to take care of you.”

“And look where that got us.”, Jules sneered, before turning his back, coldly, “I’m going to bed. Don’t disturb me when you climb in. I-I need some space right now.”

[vakhiyamusings]

I Need To Do What?! - Part 5

Part 5 - A Dance and a Kiss

Hijiri’s POV:

It was a slow day at the convenience store. Hijiri wondered why he continued to work at this little dump of a shop. It had been months since he decided to sample the commoner lifestyle and subsequently grown to like said life. 

Like was obviously a strong word. 

He would say he was curious about this simplistic life.

One where people toiled hard to earn wages for their basic day to day survival. They didn’t have enough saved in the bank to afford themselves some leisure. What were their ancestors doing in the past? Did they not have any idea of how to save wealth? Didn’t money accumulate after years of work and proper investments?

Hijiri was not averse to work however. 

He just preferred to balance work with leisure. One should always pamper oneself in order to maintain one’s well being and radiance.

He didn’t have much pity for those who made poor life choices or bad business decisions. 

You reap what you sow. 

Hijiri made sure his finances were properly invested and taken care of, the moment his father revealed his trust fund to him.

Regardless of his growing financial situation, he continued to find appreciation for this menial task of ringing up a bill. 

The person who convinced him to try this job was the curious redhead next to him.

Anzu was so down to earth and she had no qualms about calling him out on his bullshit. She was also never affected by his dazzling beauty, a fact which Hijiri never understood at all. 

Women and on the rare occasion, men, flocked to him in droves, waiting till he bequeathed them with his splendor. Only those people who didn’t find him attractive tended to have no reaction.

Hijiri was certain that Anzu found him attractive but it was her stubbornness to not give into that feeling of adoration that was frustrating. Hijiri noticed her blush whenever he got too close to her or flirted with her. She seemed to transmutate her conflicted feelings into annoyance and anger.

A true pity, honestly.

What he wouldn’t do to witness her under his thrall? 

He eyed the lava haired maiden who had a wicked temper to match her hair. She was exceptionally quiet and lost in thought today. It didn’t seem right. Hijiri was incredibly annoyed by her downtrodden demeanor. His attempts to needle her into arguments fell short today and he didn’t like it.

He wanted to have her attention. How could she simply ignore his presence as though he were nothing more than a pesky housefly?

The girl was incredibly stubborn like a damn mule and resisted all forms of romantic overtures. How did one go about taming such a shrew?

Hijiri still recalled vividly his last attempt at dating her. Transforming a girl into Cinderella and having her date a prince was literally the dream of countless women in the world. How it did not work on this commoner, he would never understand!

Hijiri wondered what type of guy could hold her interest. She was obsessed with video games, so it would probably have to be a nerdy gamer. Hijiri wasn’t that big of a gamer. He found them tiresome and childish. 

Looking at the friends she had with her, they were all the good puppy dog type of followers. Her harem (if one could call a bunch of guys that were always around her that) was lacking in diversity. They were all simply too much in awe of her to actually provoke interest of any kind. They didn’t challenge her.

Hijiri could be the necessary bad boy to kindle her interest and hold her attention.

Bad boys never asked.

They took what they wanted with no apologies.

But he had to be subtle about it. The object of his interest was a little too keen and caught on quickly to any odd behavior.

He walked over to where Anzu was leaning against the window, watching people on the sidewalk and plucked the broom from her grasp.

“Wha-”

“Let’s go. Our shift is over.”

“What? Hijiri?” Anzu blinked slowly glancing at the clock.

“No, it’s not. We still have 30 minutes left!”

Hijiri pulled out the pair of keys he had with him. The store manager trusted Hijiri to close up and do as he saw fit on most days. As long as he got a cash register full of cash, he didn’t care what they did. 

Ignoring her protests, he closed up rather swiftly and ushered her into the car. He rounded around to the other side while giving Tsuchiya instructions on where to go.

“Hijiri, where are you taking me? I need to go home!” Anzu protested, while trying to unlock the side of her door. It wouldn’t work since the child lock was on.

“I have an important job tonight and require your assistance,” he stated simply.

“Then why didn’t you ask me beforehand, you jerk!” she growled. Hijiri hid his smirk. He was finally getting a reaction from her.

“You always turn me down. I still haven’t recovered from the moment you plucked my heart and stomped on it till it shattered into a million pieces and fluttered away into the wind,” he proclaimed with a dramatic arm raised to his forehead.

“Huh? When did that happen?” 

He ignored her question.

“Furthermore, you owe me for that and a lot more. This is merely a repayment of I’m owed,” he declared with a flourish.

Anzu appeared gobsmacked and then began to mutter insults under her breath. She couldn’t refute that his help was indispensable when dealing with that stalker scenario. Hijiri was wondering if he was being too underhanded here, but nothing would’ve swayed this seething maiden of fury beside him.

“Where are you taking me?” she bit out.

“Costume change,” he replied with a flourish as they stopped in front of his favorite boutique.

It took an hour to primp Anzu. Her squeals of protests and squawks of outrage were fun to listen to. When she came out, Hijiri gasped. 

Anzu wore a floor length black dress with a slit that went all the way up till her thigh. Her lips were Ruby red and her hair was a tamed to frame her face. She looked beautiful! But judging by the murderous look in her eyes, Hijiri refrained from commenting.

“Perfect. We won’t look too out of place when meeting with my father’s business associates,” he replied, tugging her by the elbow. There was no way the girl would accept his hand. 

“Business associates? Are you sure I’m the right person to be there with you tonight? Why couldn’t you find any other girl who could probably fit in better than me?” Anzu’s voice became rather high pitched as she started to panic. 

Hijiri smirked and tossed his flaxen hair in front of her.

“True, but none of them are interesting enough. They fawn all over me and it has become rather tiresome lately,” he complained as he led her back to the limo.

“So I’m just here for your amusement!” she cried, looking irritated. Her ire painted her cheeks red. It was extremely endearing. Not that he would ever tell her so.

Hijiri cleared his throat.

“Besides, this event is kind of informal,” he replied vaguely.

Anzu tried to pepper him with more questions that he deftly redirected. Once she realized she wouldn’t get far, she became quiet.

Hijiri wasn’t exactly lying about the meeting. He was planning on meeting up with his old friends from the private school he used to attend tonight. They were all sons of his father’s business associates and his father encouraged him to maintain a good working relationship with them. 

The next generation of business partners decided to meet up every other week at their favorite club, flirt with girls and just have a good time.

He wondered how the guys would react to Anzu. While the others tended to bring their girlfriends and weekly flings to these events, Hijiri never did so. It was going to be interesting to say the least.

When the limousine stopped in front of Club Rizzo, Anzu’s eyes widened into big saucers. Hijiri glanced at the club wondering how Anzu might perceive this venue.

It was a typical 5 star hotel with a fountain in the front and a few palm trees around it. The valet service was acceptable as they opened the door and welcomed them warmly.

Hijiri held out his hand and hid his grin when Anzu accepted it. She was now clinging onto his arm and Hijiri simply adored it. If he’d known she would have been intimidated by his simple club, he would’ve brought her here much earlier.

“Hijiri, if anything goes wrong, don’t blame me for it. This is so not my scene!” she hissed into his ear. 

Hijiri chuckled and pulled them to a stop.

He cupped her cheek, smiling at her.

“Just relax and be yourself. It will be enjoyable,” he said.

Anzu let out a shaky breath and nodded. She appeared to be gearing herself up to go to battle.

Hijiri was amused by it all.

This was going to be fun!

——————————————————-

It was most definitely not fun.

Interesting, if one squinted at it in a particular way, but it was far more troublesome than he’d ever expected.

Hijiri had changed a lot after dealing with commoners on a daily basis. He hadn’t noticed till he came to visit his old acquaintances with Anzu by his side.

Tatami, the son of a large shipping company and one of his closest friends got off on the wrong foot with Anzu almost immediately. It started off with a simple greeting and his usual appraisal of any girl they saw. He always found it funny to rate the women at the bar and decided Anzu would fair a solid 8.5 and would probably score more if she smiled and blushed. Anzu turned beet red at that and splashed water on his face, calling him a disgusting pig.

Hijiri actually found himself agreeing with her assessment. He never cared much about Tatami’s behavior before but he did not like the way he spoke to Anzu.

The rest of the gang was both amused and annoyed by the sudden appearance of a lively redhead. Tatami vacated the scene but not before he ordered Hijiri to keep his bitch on a tighter leash. Hijiri merely rolled his eyes and told him that his ‘girlfriend’ was being kind tonight and that Tatami better apologize to Anzu if he wanted to continue their partnership. Tatami cursed him and walked away.

Hijiri knew that he would soon come crawling back with his tail tucked between his legs soon enough. Hijiri’s assistance was rather valuable. 

Hijiri turned back to Anzu and saw her look freaked out.

“Hijiri,” she gasped.

“I’m so sorry!”

Hijiri frowned at her words. Why was she apologizing?

“No, I’m actually not sorry for yelling at him but I am truly sorry for messing up your business deal with him. Your father is going to be so upset! I, uh, if you, er, do I need to talk to him? A-apologize?” she asked in a pained voice. Her expression wavered between guilt and disgust, making  Hijiri laugh.

Anzu appeared offended at his response.

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s about time Tatami got put in his place,” Hijiri replied with a smirk.

Anzu continued to worry her bottom lip so Hijiri placed his finger to tug on the swell of her lower lip.

“Why don’t we dance?” he asked, tugging her along with him without waiting for a response.

Anzu protested but was quite compliant in his arms. He led her along to the music, which she actually followed quite well. He noticed her trying to hide her blush when he twirled her around. It was quite endearing.

“I will never forget this moment. You blush so prettily, my little rose. So beautiful but also so dangerous,” he whispered in her ear.

Anzu’s breath hitched and he heard her sniff. Hijiri frowned wondering why the compliment made her cry.

“Would your life be better off if you’d never met me?” she asked quietly.

“No, of course not. Why would you even ask such a thing?” he inquired, confused by the line of questioning.

Anzu shrugged but didn’t say anything more.

“My father sent me to your school because he wanted me to learn about the commoner lifestyle. It never held much interest to me till you barged your way in and showed me the best parts of your way of life. It is actually charming in its own way. I would never admit this fact in front of my father, but I will confess to you. You changed my outlook on life. On the value of work and hard earned cash. I would never trade my indulgences for your simple way of life but it helps me appreciate my own a lot more,” he said. Hijiri wondered where all these thoughts came from. He supposed he had been thinking about them for awhile and it all just effused out of him. 

Anzu’s eyes shone with unshed tears. He smiled gently and cupped her cheek. Slowly he moved forward and captured those captivating red petals between his lips in a sweet kiss.

He vowed to himself that he would never forget the look of his sweet rose after their kiss. It would forever be scorched in his memory, the soft glow of her cheeks and the warm simmer of her amber gaze brimming with a million emotions.