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There's an AFTERL!FE blog now! I'm so happy. All of your posts are so good and I love how you write. Would it be possible to get another story about Theo and Nine's rivalry? The way you write them is just so fun and enjoyable to read.

(Thank you so much! I’m very happy that you like my posts. (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* You may definitely have another story of their rivalry! I had a blast writing it. This can be considered a sequel to Cake, but it can be read as a standalone as well.)

Nerium Oleander (Theo and Nine)

Stalkers are poison ivy. Their victims are innocent trees, who breathe life and fortune into the one who watches them like a hawk. Twining around their limbs like rope and heavy iron and keeping them pinned for all their worth—it’s a display of parasitic infatuation. Love, like any other emotion felt in full, is awfully draining. Day and night, allowing that person to consume your thoughts. Thinking and wondering if they appreciate you just as much as you value them. Wishing that they would notice everything you’ve done for them on the sidelines. Loathing anyone who threatens that nonexistent relationship.

As fate would have it, there are unlucky instances in which love is one-sided.

Theo simply can’t bear the thought of that, so he becomes oleander—a flower blooming in beautiful death. One hint of its aroma can send you to an early grave. Every inch of the inviting flower is bathed in poison, and yet it’s still so gorgeous. Why is it that the ugliest personalities have the prettiest shells? It’s frustrating to know that he has competition. In a setting with nineteen other Reapers, Theo’s got a lot on his plate. Like ivy and oleander, it’s the exterior that fools. A sharp, monstrous idea can be wonderful as long as it’s hidden within layers of honeyed promises. Like a cake that’s stacked with plenty of delicious flavors.

He doesn’t want to waste his time on endeavors that won’t bear any fruit, but befriending every Reaper will have its benefits. He’s already made a list of those who pose the highest threat to his precious manager. Nine is at the very top, his name circled in black pen. As much as he dislikes the polite and oh-so-gracious Reaper, he has to pretend as if the two of them are friendly coworkers. As if he doesn’t wish for Nine to transfer to another Department or to cease existing. But immortality is funny like that. You’re either stuck with the best people in the world or the fiends of your worst nightmares. Theo wonders if this is his punishment. Spending an eternity with Nine is far more hellish than Quincy and his status as a devil.

Which is why he holds so much hatred for those who hurt his manager, specifically the ones who simply don’t know when to quit.

The blue-eyed oleander witnesses it in the early hours of the morning during a particularly unfavorable mission. A vengeful spirit had the gall to hurt his manager, and they had even more of a spine to talk to them as if they were a worthless weed. In his garden of noxious plants, Theo sees the disgusting hemlock attempting to snuff out the beauty that is his beloved rose. His expression switches in an instant, a light flickering behind those expansive eyes. There are so many emotions he feels in that moment, but fear is dominant as it grabs his heart and squeezes. The spirit could kill them. It’s about to kill them, and he’s flipping through his spell book with rapturous intent.

And then Nine is at their side, shielding them from the spirit’s attack. Before him, the specter vents in anger, spewing meaningless insults. Theo feels as though he’s just been kicked in the stomach. Why is it so hard to get to you? he thinks, gripping the leather book. His chest aches as he sees the manager cling to Nine. Why can’t I be the one who saves you for once? Why can’t you just rely on me? Nine is better equipped to deal with the situation as he listens, attempting to reason with the vengeful spirit. Its crocodile tears don’t faze Theo in the slightest. He should be the one crying because he was too late. One spell and his manager would’ve been rescued from the claws of such a beastly spirit. And yet Nine was faster with his reaction time.

Theo makes a mental note of the way Nine purifies the vengeful spirit once it’s calmed down. He’s always gentle when he talks to them, using his relaxing aura to coax them into tranquility. Theo would’ve preferred to crush it beneath his unmerciful heel, but the problem has been solved. There’s no use fretting over it now. Though it will definitely keep him awake tonight.

“Manager!” He jogs over to them, dropping down to inspect their wounds. “Take this to stop the bleeding. I’ll help you.” Unfastening his cape, he passes it to the manager, who holds it against the bloody laceration while he searches for a proper healing spell.

“Thank you, Theo,” (Name) says, wincing at the stinging sensation. “That spirit really put up a fight. Thanks for coming to my aid, Nine.”

“No need to thank me, Manager. I’m relieved you’ll be okay. Mr. Theo will have you healed in no time.”

Theo grits his teeth before facing Nine. He wants this unworthy hemlock out of his special garden. “Could you gather the others? Let them know that we’re finished over here.”

“Very well. Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“No.” It comes out way too stern, and Theo’s quick to correct himself. “No thank you. We’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t spare Nine another glance as he departs, focusing on the manager’s pained expression with sympathy. They’re in his arms now, grasping at him for salvation. The situation couldn’t be anymore perfect.

“That was crazy, wasn’t it?” they ask, making light of the previous events. “My heart is still racing!”

“I...was so worried, Manager.”

They let out a wheezing chuckle. “Thank goodness Nine was there. If it weren’t for him, I could’ve gotten killed. It’s scary to think about.”

“Yeah. Terrifying,” he echoes while casting the healing spell on them. Surely there’s a curse that brings misfortune. Theo wants to do everything he can to master every negative incantation there is. Just for future reference. There are so many possibilities when it comes to his rivals. He’ll have a field day debating which is the most effective. “You’ve got to be more careful. If you ever find yourself in trouble, just come to me. I’ll always be here to help you.”

They smile, sitting up on their own accord and feeling for any wounds that might’ve escaped the cleansing powers of Theo’s magic. Every cut is sealed and every bruise is gone, leaving the manager with a feeling of rejuvenation. At once, they recognize the plush fabric of Theo’s cape and gasp, noticing just how much blood has stained the white cloth.

“I’m sorry for making such a mess. I’ll wash this as soon as we get back.”

Theo eyes the color with disdain. How utterly cliché. It’s almost sickening. Red on white is too bold—too deep of an implication. Red is a color that means many things, two of that being passion and love. A third is the color of blood. And white is meant to symbolize purity. Theo knows he’ll have to work hard so that the manager’s purity doesn’t bleed out onto the sterile white of this corrupt world. There’s no way he’ll ever let that happen. When he stares at his cape, drenched in splotchy crimson, he sees more than just a soiled piece of fabric. He sees the darkest imprint of (Name). But blood is still messy, even if it is his beloved’s.

Theo wonders which cleaning agent is best for erasing blood. His thoughts spiral deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole of wickedness. Mortality is fragile, and cake and blood are no different. Both are victims of inescapable chance. On the other hand, immortality is a curse that binds him to the one he’d rather be far away from. Speak of the hemlock, who has completed the command with diligence. Nine approaches with the others in tow, all of whom crowd the manager like insects. Theo wishes to spend a moment longer with them. Just a few more minutes. There’s so much I want to tell you. He’s bound to this silver-lined rivalry, a prisoner of obsession. And Nine has no idea.

He supposes that’s how poison works. It doesn’t take long until it spreads within its victim, who is unaware as it shuts down vital organs and flatlines their functions. If Theo has to cut the strings that tie him to Nine and anyone else who dares get in the way of him and the manager, he’ll do whatever it takes. Like poison, it’s small and deadly. Poison might not kill an immortal Soul Reaper, but that has nothing to do with their mentality. Cake might be the same when it comes to ingredients and presentation, but it’s the baker who’s most important. A cracked baker is easy to exploit. He’s even easier to tear apart when he’s alone and basking in his own corrosive thoughts.

The oleander festers at the manager’s side, a quiet flower waiting for an opportunity to infect everyone with debilitating poison.

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Nine has begun to notice a pattern. It’s tiny at first—like a minor inconsistency that isn’t worth the trouble. But then it becomes a prominent itch that looms in the back of his mind like a shadow. Since that mission, Theo’s been hanging around the manager as if he expects another near-death experience to happen, which shouldn’t be much of a worry. Although (Name)’s mortality is concerning, Nine knows the Reapers in the 14th Department would never let any fatal harm befall their precious manager. So why is there a strange feeling that overwhelms him whenever he spots Theo trailing after them, holding files or a bento he made specifically for them? Anyone with half of a brain would assume he’s playing favorites, attempting to get on the manager’s good side so that the punishment for skipping out on work is lighter. Though Theo doesn’t seem like the type to slack off, which is why Nine is sinking in a state of perplexion.

What is he trying to achieve? Realistically, what is there to gain other than (Name)’s approval? They like each and every one of the Reapers, so it’s not like anyone’s on their bad side. He has an eternity to figure it out, though Nine can’t exactly be bothered. If it isn’t hurting anyone, why should he fret over Theo’s behavior? It’s not as though he’s acting out of line. Rather, he’s been quite pleasant. He even offered to assist Nine in moving a few boxes. Nine doesn’t want to hold any suspicions about his colleague, nor does he want paranoia gnawing on his ankles like a puppy.

Without realizing it, he’s been aimlessly walking through the campus as he pieces together fragmented thoughts. His eyes land on the manager, who is alone as they stride towards him. For once, Theo isn’t at their beck and call. Nine thinks of Day and his unwavering loyalty. Perhaps Theo is just as enthused about (Name) as Day is with him. Nine shrugs those comparisons away, opting to focus on his manager.

“Hi, Nine! What’re you doing out here?”

“Taking a small stroll,” he answers. “The weather is perfect for this, and it’s always beneficial to get some exercise.”

“I agree. To be honest, I wanted to clear my head for a bit. I’ve got so much work that it’s beginning to stress me out.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Manager. Would you like any help?”

“I don’t want to bother you.” They wave their hand through the air as if the distress isn’t clear enough. It’s obvious they’ve been pulling all-nighters just to get through paperwork and other tasks. “Would you mind if we walked together?”

Nine considers their offer for a moment. While he would prefer a few more moments to himself, he can’t deny someone as caring as (Name). It’s almost a crime to turn them down, and he has no idea where all of this fondness is suddenly coming from. Regardless, there’s a sneaking sensation that touches his sixth sense. Since when did the flowers have eyes? The wind rustles through the greenery, creating an eerie sound that settles in the courtyard. He’s compelled to retrace his steps and turn down the corridor, but your patient expression chases that idea away.

“I don’t mind.” He falls into step with you, calmly observing the deliberate clicking of your shoes. “Take care not to overwork yourself. The 14th Department depends on your leadership.”

At least a few Reapers are more than dependent, he thinks.

“I’ll be fine as long as I can finish everything on time. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Make sure you’re getting enough rest and eating your meals—“

“I know,” they say, drawing out the syllables. “I appreciate your concern, Nine. It means a lot.”

He nods, a simple gesture that confirms his gratitude. His manager is always thanking and praising the others. Briefly, he wonders if they’ve ever taken time to care for their own well-being rather than the well-beings of the Soul Reapers.

“When all of this is over, I’d love to spend more time with you,” (Name) goes on, a bounce in their step. Nine doesn’t miss the excitement that flashes through their features at the prospect of getting to bond with him. He’d rather be alone, but Nine has found it to be a challenge whenever they’re involved. “Do you think you could teach me to play an instrument? I’ve been meaning to pick something up, but I never seem to have time.”

Well, Nine happens to be skilled with his hands. And hands are required to play most—if not all—instruments. Perhaps you’d like to learn the violin, or maybe you’re interested in the drums. He’ll have to learn as he goes with those, but it’s worth it if it means (Name) will be happy. How odd. Where did all of this compassion come from? Nine knows what instrument they’ll say, as the two of them have sat in the storage room and played it on plenty of occasions. The atmosphere doesn’t change, but the flowers certainly do. As if wanting to blot out a horrid memory, the eyes close and a mouth creases into a tight line. Nothing short of disappointment.

“I was thinking I could be good at the piano if I tried hard enough. What do you think? We can play together, and we can even form a band.”

A band consisting of two people is hardly a band. Handcuffs can only restrict one person. A pair of unseeing eyes are useless, and Nine knows his words must be chosen carefully lest his tongue sit on a rusted tray.

He puts on a thin smile. “Learning an instrument can be just as stressful as work. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize your health.”

“I’ll be fine, but you do make a good point. It might be overwhelming if I try to balance that and missions. One of these days I’ll try to learn.”

Just not now.

And he couldn’t be any more relieved.

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Nine finds himself in the common room later that evening, reflecting over the events of the day when he encounters the blooming oleander. He’s preoccupied with the book in his hands, which is a collection of stories written by the famous Edgar Allan Poe. He never intended to pick up something so macabre. It happened to be the first thing he grabbed while perusing the shelves. Perhaps he should’ve looked for a poetry book instead. Before he can get up and complete that task, Theo enters his visage, the corners of his lips upturned. It fails to reach his eyes.

“Good evening, Nine. I didn’t expect to find you here. This is a wonderful surprise nonetheless.” He says a greeting that’s reminiscent of Nine’s, which has been tailored ingeniously. Recycled words are only worthwhile if they’re put to positive use, and Theo bleeds venom. He has no reason to speak to Nine. In fact, he’d rather avoid him at all costs, but that won’t work if he intends to poison his fragile mind with every bit of sly kindness he can muster. Theo has learned to be resourceful. A talented baker knows how to improvise, after all. “Oh, I recognize that cover. It’s an anthology of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories. Which one are you reading?”

Nine glances at the page, picking out notable phrases. He’s at the part where the old man is smothered by his own bedsheets. “‘The Tell-Tale Heart.’”

“That’s grim, isn’t it? Well, all of his stories are, but that one in particular is really morbid.” Theo sits beside him on the sofa, keeping a gap between him and the weed that is Nine. “Wouldn’t it be scary if you woke up to someone trying to kill you? I know I’d be alarmed. But we’ve already experienced death, so maybe it’s not frightening anymore.”

He tries to understand the motive behind Theo’s incessant chatter. The two of them have never really clicked. Small talk isn’t something they can fall into so easily. Nine wants to ask Theo many things, but it’s wrong to suspect someone without any evidence. So he merely nods as he listens to Theo, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave. It’s not as if Nine doesn’t want to talk; he’s just not accustomed to this facet of the Day Reaper. Lo and behold, the question slips out before he can stop himself.

“What would you do?”

“Excuse me?”

“If you were one of the investigators, what would be your reaction to the man?”

“Oh,” Theo states, pursing his lips as if the inquiry requires deep thought. “We know that the narrator is unreliable. He only wants to kill the old man because of his eyes. He gets paranoid when he hears the man’s heartbeat coming from the floorboards, even after he dismembered his body. I’m sure anyone, investigator or not, would think he’s insane.”

“Do you think that?”

Theo bristles at the question, a sour taste coating his tongue. Why is he suddenly being interrogated by Nine? This isn’t an interview, and it certainly isn’t a questionnaire for a criminal. He laughs to cover up the crack in his mask. “Of course I do. No one of sound mind would murder someone defenseless all because of the way their eyes looked. Just saying it out loud like this is madness.”

Nine nods again. Insanity cannot exist without sanity. A heart cannot function without a beat. A parasite cannot live without a host. He’s not sure where this conversation is going. This is far from a cheery book club meeting. Nine searches every inch of his expression, noting the occasional twitch of his mouth and the constriction of his pupils. Yet he can’t detect an ounce of a practiced lie. Could it be that his instincts are misplaced? Is this what Theo has wanted all along: A moment to talk to Nine as friends rather than coworkers? Perhaps he has been incorrect in his judgement.

The book shuts; Nine doesn’t want to read anymore. There’s an unfinished composition waiting for him in his dorm room. Standing up from the couch, he lowers his head in the form of a farewell. He sets the novel on the coffee table so that Theo can indulge in the fictional world of Poe.

“I’m afraid something has come up, so I’ll be leaving now. Please enjoy the remainder of your evening, Mr. Theo.”

“I will.” Theo beams. “Sleep well.”

Nine doesn’t waste a second turning his back on Theo, exiting the common room with graceful movements. As soon as he’s out of sight, the happy grin melts away and is replaced with that of a dark scowl. He’s not a mindless fool. It was obvious that Nine was uncomfortable. He’s just too polite to say anything, and that’s a weakness Theo’s willing to dissect.

So you were reading Poe, hm? he muses to himself, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands. I took you for a poetry guy. How chilling, Nine. Manager wouldn’t like these grotesque tales.

Who is he to determine what they like and dislike? Theo’s watched (Name) for quite some time now, committing their quirky habits to memory. It’s almost comical how they never seem to notice. Nine does, but he’s always been keen, and yet he can never understand the meaning behind his constant staring. That’ll happen when you spend your days alone, keeping yourself entertained with the voice inside your head. Theo wonders if Nine gets lonely with that depressing lifestyle. The two of them are like night and day. Theo’s bright and blinding like the sun. Nine is quiet and calm like the moon. But there isn’t any oxygen on the moon, and the sun can steal a person’s eyesight without feeling any remorse. Two Reapers of complete opposites, rising and setting all the same. A weed and a flower masquerading in a game of cat and mouse.

Oleander grows to towering heights. A stalker’s presence looms as tall as the very flower Theo embodies. He doesn’t care if he’s a leech or a misleading flower. Anything’s better than hemlock and the imposter cake Nine’s baking. Theo’s the baker and the pianist, not Nine. It will never be Nine. He’ll make sure of that. At his very core, Nine is a jawbreaker of many emotions and memories. Theo will fracture every layer until nothing’s left. Until the ground is a mess of colors and stories that unfold before the entire 14th Department. He’ll dig into Nine’s mind with a knife and fork to pull apart stringy recollections of his past life. It’s guaranteed to be a dessert far tastier than a slice of cake.

Poison ivy is easy to identify. As the saying goes, ‘leaves of three, let it be.’ Theo isn’t as obvious as a sickening rash. That’s the difference between ivy and oleander. One kills and the other spreads with red irritation. While he could sit and wallow in bitter annoyance, he’d rather get to memorizing every hateful hex in his spell book. Maybe he can trick Ell into making him a felt doll of Nine. Oh, the thrill of voodoo. Theo’s never performed such dark magic before, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. He’d like to see Nine lose his mind for a change, because eternity knows Theo’s lost his.

The manager deserves only the prettiest of flowers, and oleander has such a gripping, virulent embrace.

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Wanted Man (3)

Wanted Man Masterlist

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Words: 1841

Warnings: none I think

A/N:this is a filler chapter so it might be boring but I just needed to introduce the villain which is my all time favorite DC villain. And I needed to set up the next chapter which will be full of tension. Please tell me how I’m doing and comment because I need validation and I won’t even feel bad for saying it.

To his credit, Commissioner Gordon sounded more confused and surprised than him when he heard about the flowers. Bruce called Fox on his way to Gordon, not realizing that he was in for a story about a mad scientist who decided to genetically modify plants to hit the biggest players in Gotham. And when he told Gordon about it, he almost broke character and laughed at Gordon’s “poetic murder” comment.

“Do you think this is a serial killer?” Gordon asked, flipping through the different pages in his hand that he understood absolutely nothing of.

“No, this is deliberate. It’s his own way of showing justice. These roses, these plants...they mean something to him.” Gordon raised an eyebrow at Batman’s comment.

“Justice? This is murder. If anyone from the precinct catches you with that attitude, I won’t hear the end of it.” Gordon shook his head and folded the papers before placing them in his pocket.

“He’s only attacked prominent and powerful men of the city.” Batman growled his explanation, not wanting to be misunderstood in any way by Gordon.

“Well, not all of them.”

“How do you know?” The masked vigilante straightened up.

“Believe it or not, we were given a list of everyone who, sooner or later, will be attacked. I think there’ll be more but at least he’s nice enough to just keep us busy with these for now.” Gordon took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

“The Dubelz Family, the Lucky Hand Triad, Escabedo Family, the Bertinelli Family and Br-” He hesitated for a moment, looking up at his friend before reading the last name on the list. “Bruce Wayne.”

“Yeah that threw me off too.” Gordom replied before taking back the small note.

“What did he do?”

“I asked myself that same question. We don’t know yet really. Mr. Wayne has never dabbled in anything remotely illegal or off the books but we’ll keep looking.” Bruce found the irony in that statement quite hilarious but he held back. Yeah, there was nothing illegal about large shipments of mask and cowl parts coming in from Asia.

“Tell your officers to wear masks around the bodies. The poison is an inhalant and the roses look normal but they’re not naturally occurring. Their genetic code was altered to produce the same toxins that come from numerous parasitic and toxic flowers but mostly from Rafflesia arnoldii and Nerium oleander.” He could tell Gordon understood absolutely nothing but he continued anyway. “One is found in Indonesia and the other is cultivated in many places but mostly Southwest Asia. Start looking at anyone who recently traveled there.”

“None of us have a degree in botany exactly but I’ll make sure t-” Gordon didn’t bother finishing his statement, realizing he was speaking to himself yet again. “I hate it when he does that.” He whispered to himself before returning to the precinct.

Bruce found himself distracted as he raced through the streets. He really didn’t want to think that somehow, Wayne Enterprise was compromised again. Mr. Fox was aware of every little action that took place so it had to have been something else.

He was quiet when he arrived at the penthouse and off as it may be, Alfred noticed the change in his usual demeanor. This silence was different.

“Penny for your thoughts Master Wayne?” Alfred stepped behind Bruce as he looked at the city beneath him, hoping he would receive an answer instead of the usual brooding in front of the windows.

“I don’t know anymore Alfred.” That wasn’t the response Alfred expected to hear but it was perhaps more heartbreaking. The young man hasn’t sounded this much in despair since, well, since he lost everything.

“Perhaps I can help alleviate you from your mind sir.” This time, Alfred was much closer to Bruce and the hint in his voice made Bruce shift uneasily before heading to his bed and sitting on it. He leaned down and placed his head between his hands.

“Gordon said I’m a target.”

“A target sir?” Alfred pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.

“The new string of murders. I’m on the list of eventual targets. And I can’t help but think that it must have to do with Wayne Enterprise.”

“You do not trust Lucius in his dealings?”

“Never! I trust him with my life Alfred.” Bruce was quiet for a few moments before opening his mouth and shutting it again. Alfred noticed his reluctance to say whatever it was he wanted to say and he was surprisingly more offended than the many other times Bruce intentionally insulted him.

“Master Wayne, I pride myself in caring for you ever since I heard your cries echo through the hallways of Wayne Manor. I trust that this would be enough for you to speak freely to me.”

Bruce hated the way Alfred noticed the smallest details around him.

“You’ll be honest with me when you see I’m doing something wrong.” It was a moment of vulnerability from Bruce, one Alfred hadn’t seen in a long time. Normally, he would sarcastically respond to him but Alfred sensed it wouldn’t do him any good.

“Of course sir.”

A few moments of silence passed the two of them before Alfred felt the need to interrupt Bruce’s thoughts.

“However, I highly doubt my words will change your mind when it is set. Although, it might do you good to listen to what I have to say about young Ms. Y/N, I do believe-”

“Not this again,” Bruce sighed and couldn’t help but smile when he turned to the old man and saw him laugh at his reaction. Good. It was a short-lived moment but it helped him nonetheless.

“I must say I wouldn’t mind it if you were to-”

“Good night Alfred.” Bruce rolled under his covers to avoid where this conversation was heading.

“But it is earlier than your bedtime?” Alfred loved getting on his very last nerve and didn’t budge until he knew for sure that Bruce wasn’t as worried as earlier.

“It’s one in the morning!” Bruce half-yelled from under the covers, hoping by some miracle that Alfred would leave.

“Hence my remark on your bedtime sir. However, you do have an important meeting tomorrow.” Alfred stood to leave when he heard shuffling from under the covers.

“What meeting?”

“Lucius asked to sit down with Ms. Y/N and yourself to discuss some goals and plans before the young miss gets to work. I do believe that is one meeting you will attend with much enthusiasm sir.” Alfred immediately headed out of the room and made his way downstairs before Bruce could defend himself.

But truth be told, Bruce couldn’t have come up with anything to defend himself. He was guilty as charged. The only thing that took his mind off of you for a few hours were the surprising news he heard both from Fox and Gordon. For the first time in a while, Bruce wished he wasn’t so busy with his other job just so he could spend more time around you. But that’s the weird thing though, he didn’t care if he was around you or not. He just wanted to spend more time thinking about you. The way you walked, the snarky attitude you gave him when you didn’t like something. And my god the defensive spirit that took over when you felt nervous. It all enamored him. And he did notice it, the nervousness. It was his job to read body language and he felt proud that you gawked at him hours ago not fifty feet away from where he was now laying. To think simple attire would get you to finally look his way.

If only he could wear that on his daily outings around you. Perhaps one day he would, but he didn’t think it would be any time soon. He was raised as a gentleman. To some extent at least. He would never admit to anyone how much it sort of turned him on knowing how much younger you were. Not only was it inappropriate to think this way about one of his employees but it was also incredibly stupid. He could never put you in such a position.

No stop, don’t think about any positions. Don’t think about her in any position.

Bruce groaned before slamming his head in the pillow, sighing heavily before he finally allowed himself to sleep.

Unbeknownst to him, you were pacing back and forth anxiously in your new place. You didn’t like the set-up you had with him. He wasn’t just your employer anymore, he was the goddamn owner of the place where you lived. You were fully at his mercy and one wrong decision, one out-of-line remark, and you would be living in the street. But something told you that he wasn’t that kind of man. Call it intuition or your normally spot-on reading of people, but he didn’t seem like the type of man that would be so unkind.

That wasn’t the problem you were facing now. Far from it.

Your main issue could get you in serious trouble. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the man ever since you spilled coffee on him and that was going to get in the way of things. Hopefully not your job though because that could be a whole other ordeal.

So busy taking books out of the boxes, you hadn’t noticed the light shining in the sky until seconds before it was turned off.

Oh.

How could you forget about that? How could you completely disregard the talk of this city?

Even in New York people talked about him constantly. You sat down for a few moments to think over the life-altering decisions you made in the last twenty four hours.

No, there was no way you’d ever run into him.

Definitely not.

A loud siren snapped you out of your haze and you decided to stop unpacking for the day and write down a few things you wanted to discuss during the meeting tomorrow. He still didn’t have an idea of where he wanted this new project so you couldn’t possibly look at previous surveys or public records of the place so you opted to just study the current building that stood at the center of Gotham. You didn’t want to design something too similar or different from what was already an impressive structure but you could get an idea of what he preferred.

And you hated how much you really wanted to impress him with this. It would've been fine if it was just for the sake of the job but you knew that was a mask for why you really wanted him to be happy with your choices.

You visibly had to shake your head to focus on the task at hand because you were still, to some degree, a professional. Tomorrow needed to go well so neither of them would regret choosing you.

“God, what the hell did I get myself into?”

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How Do You Boost A Business? | Ur Money Magnet

“How Do You Boost A Business?”

Hi there! Welcome to your 30s. This is going to be among the wonderful time of your life.

Being thirty has to do with being enjoyable with a little twist of maturity. As well as naturally, it’s also the time of your life when you need to take care of your skin in order not to encounter any type of skin issue in the future.

As you age, your skin is likewise growing up as well as it truly needs some grown-up like dealing with your grown-up skin. Among the most typical skin troubles for adults are coloring, irregular skin, and dark circles.

So, to keep your skin gorgeous and healthy at the age of 30, you need to use some elegance products as well as adhere to some healthy and balanced tips. A lot of beauty items for grown-up females are available all over the globe, so finding one would be simple for you. You can read some evaluations on the net prior to buying an item so you’ll have a concept what could be the benefits and drawbacks.

Among the instances of these appeal item evaluations is Nerium. Nerium is a skin care brand name that concentrates on anti-aging and age-defying skin care items. Nerium products are extremely advised for wrinkles, fine lines, eyes puffiness as well as dark circles.

However, it’s simply an example, truthfully, there are thousands of charm items that are shown effective. Before purchasing skin care products, understand your skin kind and make note of your allergies. Understanding your existing skin condition will prevent acne breakouts and skin issue in the future.

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Tips to Attain Lovely Skin at 30

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Taking care of your skin in your 30s is not that challenging as you expected. You simply need to adhere to all the essentials things and constantly make sure that you maintain your skin well-nourished all the time.

If you have an allocate your skin, you can attempt misting likely to skin treatment centers. Those facilities will thoroughly assist you on how to attain more youthful looking skin at the age of 30. Among the well-trusted skincare, clinics can be in Ohio. So, if you’re near Ohio, you’re lucky. You can find these centers in cities like Westlake, Cincinnati, Columbus, Dayton, Cleveland, Mason, as well as etc.

. However, if you have a tight spending plan as well as you have a lot of top priorities in life, do not worry. Below are the different skin care ideas to accomplish beautiful as well as healthy skin at your 30s.

Keep Yourself Hydrated Everyday

Among the most basic things to keep your skin well-nourished is to drink enough water. It is essential to keep on your own hydrated to make certain excellent skin.

If you’ve burnt out with drinking just simple water, you can add lemon or lime juice to your water to seasoning it up. These citrus fruits have a lot of benefits for your skin, they’re anti-oxidants.

Stay clear of utilizing the shower for a longer period, use lukewarm water to avoid skin dry skin. Use moisturizing body laundry to keep your skin hydrated all the time.

Constantly Tidy Your Face

The golden rule when it comes to skincare is constantly clean your face before reaching the bed.

Ensure you remove all your make-up, oiliness, and dust in your face prior to going to bed. As well as don’t fail to remember to cleanse your skin every early morning. Doing this will allow the skin to execute crucial security and restore features.

When it involves face laundry, there are numerous items to pick from. So, prior to getting the right face wash for your face, discover item reviews online to understand the advantages and disadvantages.

An instance of these charm product testimonials is for Nerium skin treatment beauty items. You can find a lot of product testimonials by simply inputtingNerium international evaluates on the search bar.

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Do Not Neglect to Exfoliate Your Skin

Exfoliate your skin regularly. You can exfoliate your skin each week as well as do it during the night as opposed to throughout the day.

Since your skin only renews overnight. So, eliminating dead skin before going to bed boosts the skin’s function. Make sure that you exfoliate your skin gently, in order to get rid of dead skin.

Incentive ideas: If you have oily skin or acne susceptible skin, you can exfoliate when in 2 weeks to make the most of the result.

Sunblock Is A Need to

Sunblock or a.k.a sunscreen is important for the skin. Because sunrays are dangerous in the skin. UVA is slow agers that can damage the outer layer of the skin.

Sunscreen will be your obstacle and security to any type of sort of unsafe rays.

Usage Anti-Aging Products

To complete the whole skincare tips, you can likewise try out anti-aging as well as age-defying items. This will certainly aid your skin to become a lot more glowing.

Egg whites and honey face mask are great to boost your skin’s appearance. You can try this natural remedy prior to bedtime. Likewise, fruit facials can rejuvenate your skin deeply, and it has the capacity to restore your skin cells that can result from a young and glowing skin.

But if you have a spending plan, you can attempt buying from well-trusted charm brand names for anti-aging products. One of the well-trusted brand names for an age-defying item is Nerium.

Nerium products are highly suggested for skin problems like creases, eye dark circles, and fine lines. Click on this link to review Nerium testimonials.

Final Thoughts on Skin Care Tips for Those Transforming 30

That sums up today’s post regarding skin treatment pointers!

As we age, our skin is additionally aging. So, in order to avoid skin issues that might develop in the future, it’s better to take preventative activities. Adhere to the ideas I discussed over and certainly, you’ll have that incredible charming aura in your 30s.

These skin care pointers will provide you a younger and healthy-looking skin. You can likewise make these suggestions successful in your end. After testing out the products and home remedies I discussed, you can attempt to market this to your good friends, families, in your neighborhood, or perhaps on-line. Especially, if the lead to your skin is shown efficient.

You’re ending up being prettier as well as at the same time, you begin gaining extra money by starting a home business with these ideas as well as products.

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