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[xlovelyyoongix]

happy birthday | myg

♥ summary: When a birthday foot massage turns into something a bit more interesting 18+ ( established relationship) 

♥ paring: slight dom yoongi! x f. sub reader (established relationship)

♥ warnings: SMUT! swearing, female receiving, multiple orgasms , over stimulation, creampie, squirting and use of a sex toy.

♥ a/n: Not gonna lie I wrote this for myself on my birthday because I’m such a simp for Min Yoongi. Also, I apologize that this post is a day late. I watched Day 1 and Day 2 of the MOTS 7 concert and I was so sleep deprived so please forgive me. Enjoy! Feedback is welcome!  

You always hated being the center of attention, in a room full of crowded bodies with all eyes on you was never your forte. So, when you explained to your boyfriend of 2 years that you wanted a simple celebration of your birthday, he promised you just that. Your special day consisted of breakfast in bed, shopping, a movie, and dinner at your favorite restaurant. To others, a birthday spent like such would be considered a boring one, but for you, a day spent with Yoongi by your side was perfect.

"This was such a fun day!" Your exhausted body pushed through the door for your apartment, dropping your shopping bags on the living room table. "I'm beat!" Kicking off your shoes, your body collapses on the couch, releasing a heavy breath as your lashes flutter shut to relax.

Yoongi closes the door behind him, chuckling at your animated demeanor. "I'm glad you had a great time,__" Before anything else, Yoongi escaped into the back room, only to reemerge with a few items in his hands, an eager smile stretched across his face. "But it's not over yet."

Your lips curve in question, "Huh?" and the moment your eyes blink open, a romantic flickering of dim orange light begins to dance across the apartment walls along with the soothing scent of lavender. Your brows crinkle together, dimples digging into your cheeks upon realizing, Yoongi lit your favorite scented candle. "What's this about?" You pull yourself up with a toothy grin in observance of the scene before you.  

A twinkle of delight shimmers within Yoongi's onyx orbs, taking a seat on the carpet between your legs. "Your last gift of the day." His proud gummy smile gleaming up at you.

It wasn't until Yoongi gently placed your foot onto his lap, removing your socks, that you realized what he was doing. Your cheeks lighten with an innocent hue as his long fingers brush against your tiny toes. "Y-Yoon?" You question, with a rapid heart beat.

"Hm?" He questions, pulling a bottle of oil out of the silk bag only to pour a modest amount into his hand. "You act like I've never touched you before,__" His hooded eyes dart up at you, though only for a second before talented fingers are massaging the warming oil into the balls, arch, and toes of your foot.

"Mhm..." A small moan vibrates from the back of your throat, the newly found pleasure rippling throughout your being, practically melting your body into the sofa. "Feels good~" You purr.

Yoongi takes pride in the blissful expression plastered across your face. "I'm happy you're enjoying yourself." Voice music to your ears as his fingers work between your toes, ankle, and back up the sole of your foot. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

"Okay." Your lashes flutter shut, body loosening up as the soothing scent of lavender sways within your nostrils. Yoongi, being skillful with his hands, takes his time and massages all the spots you seem to like most. He doesn't speak, merely allowing you to fully embrace your very own euphoria.

You're unable to recall a time your body experienced this type of tranquility; with work and school swallowing your livelihood, you're surprised you're able to even manage a relationship with your hectic schedule. Always a paper due, an extra shift that needed to be worked. There were times you barely even had time to sleep...

"SLEEP?!" Realizing your body was a bit too tranquil enough to doze off, your back arches off the couch, frantic eyes darting across the room in search of your boyfriend. Had it already been that long he chose to leave for the night? "Yoongi?"

"Don't worry, you weren't asleep for too long." A teasing smirk pulls across his full cheeks, taking a seat on the floor between your legs again. "Had to wash my hands and get your other present." Unlike before, his demeanor changed. His hooded eyes, a shade darker than normal, tongue lapping across his bottom lip, along with a seductive arched brow. Surely, Yoongi was up to something.

"I thought the foot massage was my last gift." Your head tilts with confusion.

Yoongi chuckles at your obliviousness, placing a pink rectangular box on your lap. "This is just the other part of your present." He nudges you to open it.

You sport Yoongi an -what are you up to- expression, only for your curiosity to become interrupted by the heaviness of the box. What else could he possibly be gifting you with after a day of shopping and dinner? "Okay." Your fingers slowly unravel the bow, careful with removing the lid. The moment your eyes make contact with what's inside, your jaw drops in awe at the objects.

"I saw you googling them a few weeks back. I figured I'd get the set for you." There's a moment of hesitation in Yoongi's tone, your silence instantly forcing him to contemplate his gift. "I-It is what you wanted,.. right?"

Your eyes bounce back to your blonde-haired boyfriend, noticing the doubt trickling across his expression. "Yes, Yoongi, it is!" You praise, heart fluttering that your boyfriend paid that much attention to notice your personal interests. "Thank you so much!" It was a set of 3 clear glass dildos, all shape and length in different sizes, with adorable pink, heart-shaped handles at the end.  

Regaining his confidence, his blond head slips between your legs, lips ghosting over the sensitive spots of your inner thighs. “Ya, know..." Mint breath slapping across your skin, causing a delightful shiver up your spine. "We can test them out right now if you want." His jet eyes cutting dangerously at you before placing a kiss on the spot that causes your abdomen to tense deliciously.  

With the tempting look in Yoongi's eyes and the grip he has on your thighs, your body heats with desire, feminine core throbbing against the now annoying material of your panties. "I-I mean..." You swallow hard, attempting to catch your staggered breath. "D-do you want to?"

A dimple forms in the crevice of Yoongi's cheeks, snickering at your timid question. "Of course I want to, kitten..." He purrs, fingers working to unbuttoning the metal of your jean shorts. "But today isn't about me, is it?" dark eyes rolling up to you while the echo of your zipper tauntingly fills the room.

If you blinked, you would have missed the dark, carnal switch that happened deep within Yoongi's eyes. Clearly, he was ready for whatever the night had in store. You gulp, "No," You answer back modestly but also notice the rising heat growing between your thighs. "It's about me tonight." You answer back with a nod, slightly more confident than last.

Yoongi snickers devilishly at your reply. "Yes, it is." He pulls at your jean shorts, helping you shimmy out of them. Yoongi gestures at your shirt with a tempting bite of his lip only for it to disappear behind you a second later, leaving your body in nothing but a black bra and panties set.

Your boyfriend takes in the magnificent sight of your hair framing around your adorable cheeks, romantic flames of candlelight across your skin and eyes, and your practically nude body that lit a hungry flame within his core. "Fuck..." Unable to hold back any longer, Yoongi lunges forward, harshly gripping onto your thighs as if to hold you in place while his plush lips place rough kisses and love bites along the innards of your thigh.  

"Mhm, Yoon..." Your hips stutter forward, a zap of electricity zipping up your spine, awakening your body with a fevering heat.

As Yoongi's tongue laps across the sensitive parts of your inner thigh, his sneaky index hooks onto the wetness of your panties, slowly sliding down the flimsy fabric before tossing them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. "Hope you're ready for your gift." His tone holding velvety dominance as his lust-filled eyes peer up at you.

Before you could even mutter a response, Yoongi's crafty tongue laps across your throbbing slit, hands spreading your thighs open for better access. You release a whimper, and the moment his lips latch onto your pulsing clit, your hips snap forward, tongue slipping and sliding between your folds, leaving you a stuttering mess.

Taking his time, Yoongi lapped figure eights around your sensitive nub, large hands cupping at your ass cheeks, sliding you forward into his mouth. "You taste so good, kitten." Words vibrating against your delicate flesh as he spoke.

Even with his tongue moving so deliciously between your slit, body floating into cloud nine, the flame burning inside of you craved more. "S-so good b-but...please~" your walls clenching around nothing in dire need to be stretched. "Inside~." You mewl with a needy wiggle to the edge of the couch.  

Yoongi cocks a brow, peeking up at you while working your marvelous wet pussy. "You can't wait anymore, can you." He teases with a confident chuckle. "Your pussy is always so needy for attention." He cheekily mutters, slowly slipping two long digits into the slick of your folds.

"Fuck!" You yelp at the instant pleasure of Yoongi’s curving fingers locate the spongy surface of your inner walls. Back arching off the couch only to roll deeper into Yoongi's thrusts and tongue. "So good..." Managing past the dryness of your throat to whimper.

Yoongi's fingers pump in and out of your gushy slit with ease, tongue attacking your clit for maximum effect. "I want you to cum." the curve of his digits jabbing at your g-spot. You whimper a moan, walls tightening around his knuckles, sending waves of pleasure through your core. "I want your pretty pussy to cum all over my face, kitten."

Feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, the pit of your abdomen tightens in a knot, tight pussy swallowing long fingers, teasing at your approaching release. "Y-Yoongi..." You pant, fog of tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, cheeks a misty hue with thighs opening as wide as humanly possible for your boyfriend's assault on your pussy. "G-gonna cum.... Uughh." Your fingers thread through Yoongi's blonde tresses with a yank, guiding the male's mouth all the places you need him most.    

Yoongi snickers at the aggression you have with his hair but doesn't let up. Feeling your soaking muscles clenching around his digits, your fucked out expression says it all, that you're ready to burst at any given moment. "Be a good girl," His fingers pick up their pace, assaulting the sweet spots of your insides at devilish speeds. "and cum for me."

As if on-demand, the tight knot built in the pit of your abdomen finally bursts, sending your body into an eruption of pleasure. "FUCK!" Your back arches off the couch, vision clouded with an assortment of colors, legs collapsing into jelly, as your sopping pussy leaks creamy arousal.

Plunging from the high of your orgasm, your exhausted body plops back onto the sofa, glistening sweat built across your brow with lungs heaving for breath. "So good." You murmur with what little strength you have left.

Yoongi snickers at your weakened expression. "We're not done yet,__" His words are sly as he opens the birthday box that contains a multitude of glass pleasure wands. "Which one should I use on you first?" He takes a second to observe, index tapping his chin in thought. "Got it." Picking out the wand, he knew would send you over the edge.

"H-huh?" Before you could comprehend what was happening, a sudden stretching of something strong and firm slips inside you. "Hmhmm." Your body awakens again, teeth digging into the bottom of your lip as your hips unknowingly roll forward, allowing the glass dildo to plug into your soaking slit.

"You almost forgot about this, didn't you?" Yoongi grins devilishly, the deep ridges of the wand satisfying your greedy entrance.

Your body shutters with delight at the feeling, lashes fluttering as your neck rolls back. With your body still processing the high of your first orgasm, you feel a new wave of arousal collapse over you. "You wanna make me cum again, Yoongi~?" Your once shy innocence, now engulfed by the sparks of lust dancing within your hazed eyes.

Yoongi wiggles a brow at your confidence. "You know it, kitten," he answers back almost too quickly. "Let's see what this thing can do." And without the need for direction, Yoongi slips the rigid object back into the hilt of your core, tilting at just the right angle.

"Shiiiiiit." Yoongi picks up his speed, your ass cheeks bouncing on the glass dildo as he rams it in and out as if it were his profession. Your walls take a liking to the newly discovered object, aroused and clutching tightly around the ridged glass, welcoming it deep within your pussy like the slut it was.

Being the generous pussy eater that he was, Yoongi positioned his mouth against your overwhelming heat once again, plush lips latching onto the sensitive nub, nibbling and sucking all the while thrusting your new favorite toy into your shameful entrance.  

A new wave of pleasure zaps through you. "F-fuck, Yoon!" Unapologetically, you grab at your boyfriend's blonde hair, pulling and yanking at the tresses as if your life depended on it. Your brows furrowed together and teeth tugging at your bruised lips as your foggy gaze peers between your legs at the man feasting upon you as if he were starving. "Yoongi, s-so good." Your neck rolls, the familiar tightness in your abdomen returns, threatening to rupture your release.

Your pussy is gushing, sending streams of milky arousal down the shaft of the dildo and onto Yoongi's glistening chin. Even though he couldn't feel your muscles tightening within you, he knew you were reaching the peak of your second orgasm; your words slurred, legs shaking uncontrollably along with the death grip you had on his hair. Yoongi smirks, your incoherent and shaken state, stroking his ego.

Your body uncontrollably humps into Yoongi's mouth, hips matching the rhythm of the glass wand slamming into the wall of your cervix, hitting all the spots you need it most. "P-please..." You're a whimpering mess. "Baby, m-make me cum again...wanna so bad..." Addicted to the taste of release, you plea your boyfriend to fuck another orgasm out of you like that dirty whore that you were.

More than happy to oblige your request, Yoongi stiffens his tongue, lapping over your glistening clitoris at record speed while your soaked pussy sucks in the rigid wand. "Cum,__" He orders with a stern tone.  

As if Yoongi's voice was the switch to your light, the tightness within your abdomen snaps on queue. "Shit!" You're crying out again, white noise clogging the tunnels of your ears as your vision fogs with an explosion of different colors. Your lashes flutter the tears from your eyes all the while attempting to catch your staggering breath as the second orgasm pulls from your body. "W-wow,..." Your nearly horse voice stutters out. "T-that was great I-"

The moment your glossy orbs stutter open, you're immediately met with an immaculate sight. It was none other than Yoongi standing proudly naked before you. Smooth, ivory skin that seemed to glow under the romantic candlelight. A hard chest that sculpted into a lean abdomen, showcasing a happy trail of hair leading down to the object you desired most to see. "We're still not done, kitten," Yoongi smirks devilishly, gripping at the base of his thick shaft, standing proudly.

You gulp, the curve of his impressive dick bobbing against his lower abdomen, thick veins protruding from the sides of its girthy shaft. Hungry, Your eyes follow up to the summit of it's red, angry tip, slit oozing delicious pre-cum. You lick your lips at the sight, aroused walls clenching around nothing.  

Yoongi stands over you, stroking his monstrous dick with a bit of dominance. While he patiently took care of the needs and desires of your body, Yoongi's dick grew angry and more impatient against the fabric of his boxers. Finally freed, it was more than ready to plug deep into the warm, wet sleeve of your walls. "Tell me what you want, kitten." Yoongi's voice dipping an ungodly tone.

"I-I..." You know precisely what you want, for your boyfriend to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk in the morning. The heat and slick of your previous orgasms, still fresh between your legs, ready to be put to good use, but you wonder if your body can take it—the anxious build-up of another orgasm. You swallow hard at the thought, eyes faced with the perfectly crafted perfection, which was Yoongi's hard dick, a erection you didn't want to go to waste. "I w-want." Your eyes flicker back up at Yoongi, shimmering orbs glowing with desire and lust. "I want you to fuck me, Yoongi." Your voice, dripping with confidence.

Leaving no time for his response, Yoongi pens your legs back with a growl, using his free hand to align his angry tip to the soak of your heated entrance. His hooded eyes cut to you, giving one final look, "Happy birthday, kitten." and as quickly as the words fell from his lips, Yoongi sends his hips soaring forward, plugging his dick deep within your walls as if he were a missing piece to your puzzle  

You wince at the sting of his stretch, girth unmatched to any finger or sex toy that could be purchased. "Yoongi~" Due to the multiple orgasms your body endured, the stretch of your entrance was met with a tasteful mix of pain and pleasure. Your orbs slamming shut, releasing a stream of lovely tears from the corners of your eyes.  

"Fuck your so tight." Yoongi grunts, gripping onto your thighs as if to hold you both in place. "So fuckin' wet." He leans in, his button nose ghosting over yours as his lustful jet eyes peer into your glossed orbs. "My perfect peach." It was then his lips forced onto yours, tongue dancing within your mouth to give you the sweet taste of your arousal.

You moan into Yoongi's mouth, welcoming the taste of your own pussy as thick thrusts pump into your core. "S-so good." You're a whimpering mess, hips rutting forward as the song of slapping skin echoes throughout the living room.

Typically, Yoongi was slow and patient when making love to you, but something about watching your pussy orgasm and your lips moaning his name awakened a carnal side of him, hidden deep within his psyche. "Sorry, I'm so rough...mhm." Yoongi grunts, eyes rolling while your juicy walls hug around his hostile dick.  

"I-its okay..." Your fingers grip onto Yoongi's shoulder blades, nails digging into his flesh as he pounded into the spot that made you see stars. "Fuck, just don't stop." Your walls begin to clutch around him, along with the tight build-up of the familiar knot in your abdomen; however, this time is different. A pressure building behind the structure of your pubic bone that you desperately want to find the reason behind. "Y-Yoongi...." Somehow your release feels out of reach "I-I don't think I-I c-can." You whimper, feeling as though your maximum peak was untenable.  

"Y-yes, you can, kitten." Yoongi huffs out, placing kissing and love bits along the lobe of your ear and the curve of your neck. "Cum for me again." Knowing exactly what would bring you over the edge, Yoongi snakes his arm between the two of your sweaty bodies, fingers locating the ball of your clitoris, slowly swiping across the needy nub before attacking with rougher speeds

"Naha!" An electric jolt zips throughout your body, causing your back to arch off the couch. Your senses are on fire. The sweat dripping down your flesh, Yoongi's breath puffing into the shell of your ear, skin rubbing against one another as his thick dick takes you savagely. Was there ever a better feeling than this?

Like a volcano about to erupt, your body begins to shake, unholy moans screeching from your throat, as the knot in the pit of your abdomen becomes incredibly tighter as a sudden urge to pee spikes. "F-fuck Yoon, I... I-I t-think I'm gonna..." And just like that, the build-up inside you snaps, an explosion stronger than ever before. "Fuck!" Your soaking pink muscles push out, liquid squirting out like a waterfall as colors of red, purple and blue, fog your blissful vision, body going limp    

Your warm wetness sprays across Yoongi's pelvis, lines of pearling liquid trickling down his flesh. "Kitten, did you just...?" He silent for a moment upon realizing what exactly just happened. You squirted, the evidence of your unholy release trickling to Yoongi's shaft, still plugged into you. "So. Fuckin. Hot!" The carnal need to release overpowers Yoongi, large hands grabbing hold of your hips, and he snaps his thrusts at record speed. With your walls sucking in Yoongi's girth, the tease of release trickled throughout his body. "F-Fuck, kitten, gonna..." He releases a throaty grunt. "Shit!" One final thrust and he was over the edge, ropes of semen coating your insides like a painter, his canvas.

For a moment, Yoongi's body is in tranquil bliss, limply plummeting onto the couch to lay beside you. The two of your eyes following the shadows of candle-light  flames dancing around the walls as you gasp for air. "Wow." Yoongi snickers with a toothy grin. "I can't believe you squirted." He comments proudly.

You giggle. "I didn't even know I could do that." Responding between breaths.

"Well, know that I know how to make you squirt," Yoongi pulls you into his chest, fingers caressing your hair as he places a kiss atop of your glistening forehead. "I'll be sure to fuck that glass dildo into you more often." His lips pull into a smile while taking in the beautiful sight, which was you... "Happy Birthday, __."

a/n: this is the first time I’ve posted a smut that is this detailed. So, if you have  any pointers or recommendations on how I can improve, please don’t hesitant to reach out. Thanks for reading! ♥

[itsmeevie01]

A Moment in Time- Ch 11

MASTERPOST

wow, this took a while! in all honesty? it was the effort it took to get back inside Tim's head. moving on, please check the A/N at the end, for the rest of the going ons and comments on the...cannon compliance. or lack of, therefore. a warning? I threw cannon out the window before I started. oh! and this ch mentions kind of vague suicide? so, if that's a trigger, skip the headlines about Adrien. (don't worry, I haven't killed him..yet)

While Marinette was giving Adrien a heart attack, across the ocean, the girl was also giving Tim Drake one.

It had been almost 24 hours since he had heard from the very prompt Marinette. After their last email, he had gone to bed. When he had woken up the next day, he had lunged for his computer only to find that his inbox sat empty. When he had checked it again after his first coffee, Tim was again disappointed.

After that, he had set his inbox to notify him if something from his friend came in.

Now, as he sat in his car after work, Tim anxiously hovered his finger over the email icon. He had stayed late to distract himself and had fallen asleep at his desk.  It was 11 at night, and his phone had gone off with a call from Alfred. The butler had been trying to get in contact with him, concerned that he had been kidnapped again.

Hesitantly, Tim thumbed his way into the drafts of his email and looked over the top one.

 From: timdrakeeeee99@gmail.com

To: Mari_Beri2001@gmail.com

Marinette,

I apologize if you feel that I have overstepped in the past 24 hours. I truly did not intend to find out from Jason. I had intended to ask you when you came for the Gala.

I know that we usually average 2-3 emails a day, but I wanted to give you some space to process if you needed.

I look forward to you joining us in Gotham, in a few weeks. I know that with all that is going on with Hawkmoth, you must be relieved to leave the city for some time. Alfred will probably reach out, but I was wondering if there was anything we could do to make your stay more enjoyable? Times around the galas are always a bit hectic, and I don’t want to make your life any more difficult. On another side note, will you be traveling alone? International travel can be quite hectic, especially if you are flying somewhere new.

It turns out that my father’s company likes to throw curveballs, and I will be flying to Paris in the next week. If you have time, maybe we could sit down and talk?

I was reading back through our emails and realized that you may not have heard. Jason and Gina have left on some sort of adventure. The only thing that they said was that we should start checking Italian news. Do you have any idea what that may be about?

I hope to hear from you soon.

-Tim

P.S. is the offer for the super coffee recipes still open? Those coffees are sounding more and more appealing.

After hesitating one more time, Tim hit send and watched as the message disappeared from his screen. With a sigh, the teen turned his car on, and made his way out onto the late-night streets of Gotham.

When he rolled out of bed the next morning, Tim blindly reached for his phone. Before he could open his email and look for a message from Marinette, a notification caught his attention.

ITALIAN GANG EXPOSED AS ROOT OF GOTHAM DRUG ISSUE

Rolling his eyes, Tim opened that headline. There the story went into more detail and the young CEO was able to see his older brother’s fingerprints all over the discovery. At the end, it mentioned two ‘biker vigilantes’ who had ridden through town and mostly done what they could to defend those who needed help. The author noted that the duo was gone by the time the gang had been brought to justice. It was rumored that they had been the ones to take the gang down.

With a roll of his eyes, Tim sent Jason a screenshot of the story and a good job, before flipping to his email.

There, sitting at the top of his inbox was…nothing from Marinette. A frown worked its way onto Tim’s face as he refreshed his email again. When nothing came up, he moved to his computer. As he navigated to the French news site he had bookmarked Tim reminded himself that there were heroes in Paris and that there was nothing to worry about.

He quickly revised the thought as he looked at the top headline.

ADRIEN AGRESTE MISSING.

The next one read very similarly.

GABRIEL AGRESTE CLAIMS SON RAN AWAY! IS HE HIDING THE INNER BEGINNINGS OF SCANDAL?

With a click, Tim opened another news site based in Paris.

A MOTHER’S SUICIDE. A SON’S DISAPPEARANCE. A FATHER’S ABUSIVE NATURE. AN UNFILTERED LOOK AT THE AGRESTE HOUSEHOLD FROM AN INSIDE SOURCE.

Worry settled in the pit of Tim’s stomach. If there were legitimate news sources running this kind of thing, something must be going on. Marinette hadn’t mentioned anything about the boy, and most likely they weren’t friends. Hell, they probably didn’t even know the other existed. He tried to brush off the headlines as the media overdramatizing things again. However, his gut just wouldn’t let him.

With a sigh, Tim opened a separate tab and set up his computer desk for the long haul. He was going to dig into the Agreste kid. After he checked on Marinette.

It had been a lot easier to find what he was looking for than he expected. Within the first hour, Tim had tracked down the people Adrien was close to because of his father and moved onto the boy’s school friends. When he had pulled up the school the missing teen attended, Tim froze.

It was the same Lycée that Marinette attended.

In a flurry of typing, Tim pulled up the school records. There was Marinette. A few familiar faces. And then…there! in the same class was the missing blonde boy. As the young vigilante stared at the class roster, Tim felt his stomach sink. Adrien and Marinette were in the same class.

While Bruce had shrugged off the worry that Tim had, the teen knew that he had a valid concern. There was a sinking in his gut, a tightness that he couldn’t explain. All Tim knew was that this connection between Adrien Agreste and Marinette was going to change the situation in Paris, drastically.

It was at three in the morning when Tim’s email box binged.

The teen’s head was resting on the keys, his arms slack at his sides. On the screen, where the cursor was blinking a line of unintelligible letters was running. As the bing went off again, louder, and Tim jerked up in surprise and blinked owlishly at the screen.

He had begged off patrol in favor of looking into a ‘case’. He had spent the entire evening camped out at his desk digging further into all things Paris. On one window, he had the files he was compiling on the names that kept coming up, while in another he monitored three different news sites known to report on Akumas. In one of the windows that was hidden behind piles of rabbit holes, was a file with one line typed

         MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG

As understanding ran over his face, Tim opened a new window and clicked into his email. There, waiting for him at the top of the inbox was an email from Marinette. 

From: Mari_Beri2001@gmail.com

To: timdrakeeeee99@gmail.com

Tim,

 I am so sorry that I disappeared! One of my friends had a family emergency and I have been spending time with him helping with the fine details.

I appreciate the apology, but I can’t really blame you when Jason was being an idiot. It feels good to know that you now understand why and how Jason and I know each other. As for my older brother, last I heard, he was coming back to Paris on his way to Germany. He promised to be back in Gotham in time for the annual Holiday Gala.

You mentioned that you were coming to Paris before the Gala? Is everything ok? I would enjoy meeting you if there is time. Of course, much of my schedule will be revolving around finals, so maybe an ice cream break would be in order? Let me know when you arrive, and we can make plans!

That reminds me, I won't be on my computer much and I've been enjoying talking with you. If you want, you can text me at XX-XXX-XXXX-XX.

Have a good day,

~Marinette

P.S. I was going to send you the coffee recipes, but it would be better if I gave them to you in person!

Tension ran out of Tim’s shoulders as he reread the email. Marinette was ok, she didn’t hate him. but, as the teen reread his friend's (were they friends?) email, he realized that there was something off with her email. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but the young vigilante chalked it up to his exhaustion.

With a sleepy smile, Tim clicked out of his email and stood from the desk. A moment later, he was tumbling into bed. For once, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

As Bruce Wayne climbed the stairs to the upper levels of the Manor, his eyes caught on a computer bag that had been left in a nook off the stairs. With a small smile, the billionaire picked up the bag and collected the notes that had been left from whenever Tim had last worked there. it was late, and the teen had begged off patrol tonight to work on his own projects in preparation for his trip to Paris. At this time in the early morning, it would be hit or miss whether he would still be awake. Many times, when Bruce would check on Tim, the teen was passed out at his desk or on his bed surrounded with projects.

Bruce knew that Tim was working himself to the bone before his trip to Paris. The teen had dug into the supervillain problem that Jared Stone’s niece had mentioned to him. Bruce really hoped that Tim hadn’t put together that Jason was related to the girl, because that could cause problems within the family. Not because of the actual connection, but the secrecy that he and Jason had used to handle it.

With sending Tim to Paris there was a certain media risk. The only reason that Bruce was willing to risk the media was the fact that his son was the most informed on the supervillain situation. That, and there was actual clean-up work that needed to be done after finding corruption in their Parisian office.

As the billionaire cracked open Tim’s door, a smile crossed the man’s face. The teen was curled up in bed, his desk cluttered with work, his computer still running. His shoes were kicked off to the side, and his skateboard was leaning against the wall by the closet door. At the end of the bed was his carry-on, open and partially packed. At the top of the bag, just visible from the door was a box that had been wrapped. In Tim’s (surprisingly elegant) script was the name ‘Marinette’. Bruce studied the box for a moment, before shaking his head and nothing to ask Tim in the morning.

Leaving the door cracked, Bruce stepped into the space and put his son’s bag and cacophony of papers on the top of his dresser, where he would look when it was time for him to pack his bags in the morning. With one last glance at the sleeping teen, Bruce closed the door to let the boy sleep.

Skater Tim? Skater Tim.

hiiiiiiiii! I'm back! what did you think of the look back into Gotham? I wanted to do something that would look at things from outside the little bubble of Mari and Tim, so we got some Bruce time. am I keeping Bruce as a good dad? yes, I am. I think that *technically* Tim didn't get adopted (I looked it up, but dudes, I got every version of yes and no out there. if ANYONE KNOWS FOR SURE, LET ME KNOW.). ANYWAYS I decided that I was throwing out any and all cannon early on, so if you know what the official version is, lmk, but it's really only so that I have references to work off of for character references.

now that we are expanding the miracusquad, should Tim get a Miraculous? which one? also, the reason that Mari is kinda...distant, is because she is planning on how to kick hawkmoth's ass.

Luka is getting his miraculous soon! will I actually follow cannon for once? Nobody knows!

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[headoverjojo]

Hi! Errm if your ask box is still open can I ask for a hc of La Squadra who have to wake up their s/o (or crush) for a mission while knowing that she has been very sleep deprived lately??? I hope it does make sense ^^''''' also if your not comfortable with it then don't mind the request, I don't want to force you!

Hello there, dear! Oh gosh, I’m terribly sorry for this MASSIVE delay ç.ç I hope these hcs may make amend for all this waiting! I hope you’ll like them :3

La Squadra di Esecuzione have to wake their s/o up for a mission while knowing that she has been very sleep deprived lately

(Under the cut for lenght!)

Risotto Nero

When it comes to sleeping habits, Risotto and his s/o are very much alike. They  can sleep a decent amount of time just when they’re together, basically nestled in each other’s arms. Unfortunately, Risotto never had a decent sleeping schedule, mostly due to his many duties as leader of the Squadra. The last period, in particular, had been really hectic, and he couldn’t stay in bed with them as much as he would have wanted, and this, unfortunately, affected not only him, but his s/o too. She couldn’t sleep, and she could barely do the basic things during the day. Risotto couldn’t see her like this; but, at the same time, he couldn’t neglect his work. They found a compromise: she would have slept on his chest while he was working, at least for a couple of days, to allow her to recover a little. For the first days it worked: she was finally waking up with pale circles under her eyes and not as dark as they were before. But, of course, this couldn’t last forever…

They had a mission, a sudden and urgent one. The Boss had sent an email, requesting his immediate services. Risotto had no alternative but to wake his s/o up; he gently kissed her cheek, slightly shaking her, in order to wake her up. His heart almost broke when she whimpered, annoyed, and tried to go back to sleep, but she really couldn’t. He shook her again, this time with more energy, and she finally woke up, still tired; however, when he explained why he had so “cruelly” woken her up, she got up, to get ready to go. The sooner the mission was accomplished, the sooner she would have gone back to sleep, and with her Risotto too, all in all.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto’s s/o had a very light sleep, and a bit louder noise could wake her up. And, unfortunately, right near her and Prosciutto’s bedroom their neighbors were particularly… noisy. She felt she could become crazy hearing that endless loud snoring. It seemed like a bear with a cold! She tried to bear it as much as she could, but, soon, the lack of sleep became evident. She fell asleep even while mixing her coffee, while watching the TV, one time even during a meeting,even if Risotto closed an eye on it… In the end, at least until their bedroom would have been soundproofed, she decided to sleep at the HQ. And, finally, she managed to recover a little, to Prosciutto’s immense relief. She really needed it… she was on the verge of breaking down. She was nervous, tired and snappy… and how couldn’t she be? She couldn’t sleep even two hours per night, it was ridiculous! Unfortunately, her decent sleeping nights didn’t last as long as they both would have liked to.

One night, Prosciutto came to wake her up. He nagged her shoulder, calling her name until she grumbled that yes, she was awake, she was awake… what was that? She listened to Prosciutto’s explanations with a foggy mind, still sleepy and tired. What timing… she sighed, closing her eyes, missing Prosciutto’s upset face. He hated to have to do it, to bother his beloved s/o right when she was finally sleeping… but a mission was their priority, and no one was available; he would have surely asked someone else, even Ghiaccio, to come with him, but it wasn’t possible. Luckily it didn’t seem a long or tiring mission… if they were lucky, they would have been at home in a few hours and she would have been able to go back to sleep soon.

Pesci

For Pesci’s s/o, having a cold means getting immensely tired, because she can’t sleep. Her runny nose, coughing and hoarse throat keeps her awake all night long, and they torment her even during daytime. Pesci, while sleeping in another room -she wants him to do so; she doesn’t want him to lose precious sleep because of her and to risk to get a cold too, she’s more than enough-, tries to do everything he can for her, from buying her proper medicines to always refilling her with tissues, water and balsamic candies to soothe a little the hoarseness in her throat. More than anything, he tries to give her tranquillity, to allow her to sleep during the day, if her cold finally allows her to do so. Eventually the cold became weaker, and she could finally start to recover all the lost sleeping hours; it was such a relief to see her sleeping with a serene look, after days that seemed an eternity… the last thing Pesci wanted to do was to bother her, but we don’t always get what we want.

Risotto had called him in the middle of the night; he had to set off immediately for his and F/N’s next mission. Everyone else, including Risotto, was busy, and Risotto still didn’t think that Pesci was ready enough to handle a mission alone, so he wanted him to be with his more expert s/o. Pesci sighed, going to his s/o, who was, finally, sleeping peacefully. He hated to do it, but Risotto’s orders were unquestionable… he kneeled next to her, gently tapping her shoulder and calling her. His heart clenched when he saw her sniffing and grumbling, annoyed, but he couldn’t do otherwise… however, when he told her why he had woken her up, her tiredness seemed to disappear; they had a mission to accomplish, it wasn’t time to sleep!

Formaggio

Formaggio and his s/o, when they’re not busy murdering their targets, are often assigned to reconnaissance and espionage missions. Thanks to Little Feet, they can shrink down and comfortably spy their current target from a high spot. However, being shrinked for so long kinda messes the body up; both their eating habits and sleeping schedules changed randomly. Formaggio was used to it, by now, but not his s/o, who, even after days, still suffered from insomnia and general tiredness. She tried everything, from sleeping pills to white noises, but nothing seemed to work. She could sleep at most for one, two hours per day, absolutely not enough to be well rested. Even if she was so tired that she didn’t feel like even taking a nice walk in the garden, sleep just didn’t come to her. Luckily, after a few more days, she seemed to finally be able to sleep at least a decent amount of hours… but, of course, missions always come at the wrong time.

Formaggio sighed, watching closely her sleeping face. She had dark circles under her eyes, and even in sleep she seemed tired. For a long moment, he was honestly tempted not to wake her up, to go alone… but he knew she would have complained a lot. She hated to be left behind… and she always wanted to keep an eye on him. Not like she didn’t trust his abilities -she knew he was more than good in his job-, but… she wanted to be sure he was safe. So, peppering her face with tiny kisses, he woke her up, apologizing for the ungodly hour. However, she knew that he wouldn’t have woken her up just for fun, so she got up, mulbing and yawning, searching her clothes. She would have slept after the mission, maybe for a couple of days straight…

Melone

Melone and his s/o have a lot in common; one of those things is their love for research and experiments. Melone has a pretty fucked up sleeping schedule, and so he works a lot during night, and during daytime he naps a lot. His s/o, however, isn’t used to be a nightowl, and this affects her a lot. Even if Melone always tells her to sleep at night, she doesn’t listen to him; she wants to stay up and to work with him, not to check his datas in the morning! As much as Melone loves to work with his s/o, he’s also worried about her health; he sees her growing more and more tired, and she simply doesn’t listen to him! So stubborn… And, just to aggravate the already bad situation, during daytime she can’t sleep, even if she tries hard. In the end, Melone managed to convince her to sleep just when she was about to fall asleep during an important team meeting. That night she was finally in bed and not perched on a chair near him, and he could hear the quiet and reassuring sound of her deep breath. She was sleeping… but not for long.

While he was working on a new research, the faint beep of a mail echoed in the room. After reading it, he sighed, rubbing his eyes, and he turned to his sleeping s/o. It was so cruel to wake her up now that she was finally resting… however, there was no choice. She would have hated him for not waking her up for a mission, and, well, he needed her, her brain and her stand. They were supposed to go together right because they completed each other; he would have been way more vulnerable without her. So, even if his heart was heavy, he kneeled next to her, gently taking her hair away from her face, kissing her cheek and calling her. She sighed, tiredly opening her eyes, just murmuring a “Mission?”. Melone nodded, and she sighed, slowly getting up, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Well, work is work… They just had to finish it as soon as possible!

Illuso

Among the members, Illuso and his partner are the only ones who never need a safe house, as it’s enough for them to jump into a mirror to be safe. Because of this, they are often assigned to long missions, but this, after a bit, isn’t good for Illuso’s s/o. Illuso, being the Man in the Mirror’s user, isn’t affected by the mirror world’s different physics laws, but his s/o is. Staying a lot inside the mirror world messes up with her body and habits, leaving her tired and even disorientated. When she comes into the real world, she can’t even sleep well for a lot of days! And this happened that time too; it was already four days since their last mission -and escape in the mirror world-, but she still couldn’t sleep more than one, two hours per night. She tried to nap during daytime, but it wasn’t really effective, not when Ghiaccio and Formaggio were around making noise. But, when she finally started to settle down and finally sleep a decent amount of time, an unexpected mission was thrown at her and Illuso. Of course.

Illuso was still a bit tired too, after such a long mission. And his s/o… she was still recovering from the last mission and permanence in the mirror world, he couldn’t ask her to come with him, to tire even more her already exhausted body… he sighed, watching her shifting under the covers, like she was feeling his turmoil. No… he couldn’t do it to her. She would have hated him and herself, if he had taken care of that mission alone. He gently shook her arm, calling her name more times, until she opened her eyes, with a low and tired mutter. She sighed, recognizing the “mission look” in her boyfriend’s eyes, and slowly got up, lightly slapping her cheeks in order to wake up for real. Well, they were murders… their life was like this, all in all.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio’s sleeping habits were weird, to be honest. There were times when he slept all night, still, without moving even a single hair. There were times when, instead, he was just restless. He slept too little, he always rolled and tossed in the bed, nervous, until he finally got up, when he was too angry at his “stupid body” to lay down. During the “restless times”, Ghiaccio’s girlfriend too couldn’t sleep a lot. It wasn’t easy doing so when next to you there were continuous movements and grumbles; it almost seemed to be on a boat during a storm! Even so, she never blamed him; she knew he had anger issues and it wasn’t his intention to keep her awake… still, this took a heavy tool on her body. She felt weak and tired, and barely managed to go through her daily routine. Ghiaccio noticed it and, not being stupid, he knew it was his fault, and this just made him even angrier at himself. To allow her to sleep at least a decent amount of hours, he decided to go to sleep, at least until he was calm again, in another room. Even if she didn’t like to stay away from him, she had to admit that now she could finally sleep and recover; her sleeping bliss, however, didn’t last long.

He just stood in front of her bed for a while, not knowing what to do. Had he to wake her up? Or just accomplish that sudden mission alone? He stared at her sleeping face, at the darc circles under her eyes… and then he saw her angry face, and he already knew what she would have said to him. That they were partners, that they had to go together… he rubbed his forehead, grumbling, but then he sighed, finally coming to a decision. It wasn’t right to leave her behind; he would have hated it, in her place. So, gentler than usual, he called her, caressing her hair, sighing when he saw how tired she still was, when she opened her eyes. However, when she heard they had a mission, every trace of tiredness seemed to vanish from her face, as she got up; time was running and they had to run even faster than it!

[lovestrucked-again]

Sanguine I Mafia

Genre: Mafia AU Warnings: dark themes Word Count: 3k ANON Ask: Hi I really LOVE your writing and I’d like to request the reader in the nct mafia series gets in some trouble with another company. Serious trouble. But on accident. So the boys have to really work something out to get her back – I’ve taken the idea and done a little series, hope you like it <3 Summary: You were a second year med student taken in by the house of NCT. It’s not uncommon to be the last to learn things within the house but when your safety is threatened, your forced to leave home with no option. But it only makes things worse.

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Waking up to a loud racket in the morning was nothing new or surprising for you. After moving in, the rarity of having a silent morning was priceless and you could only dream of those days. However, for this Thursday morning, waking up so late in the morning was a disaster, finding out you’re running late to your morning lecture wasn’t what you were expecting. As a second year med student, suggested by yours truly, Qian Kun, you were crushed by the weight of content, leading to late study nights and hectic schedules.

When you were first bought in, you were still a first year student, confused in what course direction to take, what your interests were, and your own capability. As you got comfortable within the house while your first year ended, Kun suggested going into medical school, noticing your attention to detail and caring nature. Lucky for you, your studies were never an issue and getting in proved no difficulty.

Your bedside clock given as a gift from Doyoung (because your always late), showed 8:02am, 28 minutes before it starts. Quickly jumping out of bed you ran to your bathroom, brushing through the knots that had formed in your hair overnight and taking a shower. After getting dressed and grabbing your phone and bag you ran downstairs to grab a snack before leaving. Surprisingly the house seemed strangely quiet for an early morning. A few of the boys slept in during the mornings, somehow managing to sleep though the heavy noise, but majority would be up and about by now.

You sneaked a peak into the living room while grabbing an apple from the fridge, seeing the absence of people. You grabbed your usual set of keys from the row of hooks at the entrance to the garage, noticing most of the car keys were missing but too late to think deeply into it. You ran over to your favourite car within the garage and threw your backpack onto the passenger seat beside you before starting the engine and driving as fast as you could to your class.

Arriving 5minutes after the lecture started, you sneak in through the back door hoping no one would notice you. Obviously with your luck, the class happened to be completely silent when you entered and the sound of the door creaking open caught everyone’s attention. You mumbled a small apology to the lecturer who didn’t bother to acknowledge your presence and continued with his talk. You settle into your seat and pull out your laptop and begin typing away as he talks.

Almost halfway through your lecture your phone buzzes. You ignore the initial vibration felt from the phone on your desk, too immersed in typing as your lecturer continues talking without bothering to slow down. However, as soon as the continuous texts popped through, the students around you were starting to give you looks and you had no choice but to answer to your phone. You glance at the screen noticing the texts from Jaehyun.

Jaehyun: Where are you?

Jaehyun: Y/N?

Jaehyun: Y/N? Answer me.

Y/N: In a lecture, something up?

You see the three little dots typing through the screen for a minute, then disappearing, and then reappearing.

Jaehyun: No, have fun and stay safe.

Not bothering with it too much, you placed your phone in your bag this time, and tried to catch up to what the lecturer was explaining. When the digital clock above the board showed 10am, the lecturer began piling up his paperwork, and dismissed the class.

Normally you’d find the Dream group who would be roaming around the campus around the same time as you had your lunch break. The 2000s line were first year students due to their part time commitment as students. They balanced life at home with training and missions while also completing a normal life – forced upon by Taeyong. You made your way over to the tables under the shaded trees and pulled out your phone to pass time. It was almost 10:30 when you realised there was still no one here.

You pull up the group chat you had for the bunch of you who attended college; Renjun, Haechan, Jeno, Jaemin and you.

Y/N: Did you guys all ditch today?

Haechan: We got held back at home

Y/N: You’re at home?

Haechan: Yeah

Y/N: It was so quiet this morning though, I thought no one was home.

Haechan: Big meeting today

Y/N: Guess I’m spending lunch alone

Jaemin: Go make some new friends

Jaemin: Girl-friends only

Y/N: :(

You hum to yourself, putting in your earphones and grabbing your drawing pad along with a pen. The time passes rather quickly as you sketch out the trees in your view, the figures of people passing by, the group of friends gathered on the lawn. The music abruptly stops and you look at your phone, confused at the interruption. You notice the call coming through and pull out your earphones to place the phone against your ear.

“Hello?��

“Hey can you come to the car?”

“My car?” You ask, confused.

“Yeah, I’m at your car.”

“Okay, give me a few minutes.” You tell him, hanging up to gather all your belongings.

You notice the familiar car parked next to your own car and your face crinkles up confused at the unannounced visit from Lucas coming to your campus. Lucas stands leaning against the bumper of his car, staring at his phone not seeing you approach him.

“Hey what are you doing here?” You ask,

“I’m picking you up.” He simply states, putting his phone in his pocket and taking your laptop and textbooks from your grasp.

“I drove though.” You tell him.

“I know, one of the guys will get your car,” he says, motioning to the passenger side of his car for you to get in as he places your stuff in the back seat and opens the door on the driver’s side for himself.

“What’s going on?” You ask, closing the door before your fighting with your seatbelt strap to pull over your shoulder.

“We’re going on a vacation.” Lucas replies, leaning over to help you with your seatbelt. You lean back against your seat as he fumbles with it for a second and then buckles you in.

“Thanks, and I don’t know if you’ve realised but I still have lectures to attend tomorrow.” You tell him.

“Jaehyun handled them already.” He tells you.

“What do you mean?” You ask, starting to get concerned with the sudden situation. “Lucas what’s going on?” you ask again.

“Call Jaehyun, it’s better he tells you,” Lucas says, letting out a sigh as he pushes the gear stick into drive. You pull out your phone and dial his number, being sent straight into voicemail. You try again while Lucas watches, waiting for a response as well.

“He isn’t answering.”

“Try Taeyong.” He tells you. You click onto your speed dial for 1, calling Taeyong immediately. The phone rings for a few seconds and as your about to give up, he answers.

“Hello?”

“Hey princess what’s up?”

“Jaehyun didn’t pick up his phone and what’s with this sudden vacation? I still have classes to attend.”

“I’ve put your application on defer for now.”

“You did what?!” You yell into the phone. Lucas flinches from your sudden raise in voice.

“Sorry I should’ve talked about this with you.” You hear Taeyong sigh through the other end.

“Yeah, obviously. I’m not going on vacation or whatever this crap is Tae, I’m going back to class tomorrow.”

“Y/N things aren’t going very well recently and I need you to get away from everyone so your safe.”

“I don’t care about that, since when did you have a say in my education and what I do?!” You yell, “I’ll move in with a friend if I have to but I’m not leaving.”

“Sorry Y/N but I can’t let you do that, please just go with Lucas for now okay? I’m busy at the moment so I’ll call you back later.” He states, hanging up before anyone has a chance to say more.

Little did you know, the meeting that occurred earlier in the day was to discuss the current situation with enemy plans and events that have recently been going on. The members had been taking turns following you secretly to classes or trying to accompany you wherever you went without you realising it. Taeyong had been receiving threats lately regarding the entire NCT and the safety of the members. When someone sent an anonymous email to him containing images taken of you doing your daily activities outside of the house he decided it was time to separate you from the group.

Much to many of the members disliking of being separated and out of site, you were in danger to be living with them in this current situation. You leaving the city was planned last minute today and was agreed upon by majority in the meeting. Doyoung and Lucas had packed all your essentials within a few minutes before Lucas left to pick you up, leading you to where you were now. Your safety had been left in the hands of Lucas, unfortunately. Not saying that you were on bad terms with Lucas but more of his reliability seemed to be questionable.

Lucas on the other hand was even more miserable than you. The problem of babysitting you while being separated from all the action back home and being stuck inside a hotel would kill him of boredom.

The car ride was mostly silent, Lucas trying to change through the music playing and then being interrupted by phone calls coming through. He connected them to his in ear Bluetooth, trying to avoid you from hearing about the business projects he was dealing with. You rotated between sleeping and scrolling through social media for the car ride. Eventually as night falls, he pulls into a hotel within a small town. The two of you get out the car and he goes in ahead of you, tossing the keys to you while he susses it out.

The front desk lady had placed a pair of keys on the counter bench when you walked in the front door. You could see Lucas was running a hand through his hair – a habit he did when he was frustrated - when you approach him.

“What happened? Did you place a reservation?” You ask Lucas as he dials Jaehyun.

“The guys did, Jaehyun gave me the address for this place.”

“What’s the problem then?” You question, confused.

“Why did you book only one room and there’s only one bed?” Lucas complains into the phone. As soon as Lucas mentions one room you go blank. Sharing a bed wasn’t an issue for either of you, considering you’d had frequent movie nights with him which you ended up sleeping there instead of returning to your room. The problem is his sleeping habits. They want me to share a room with this loudass? How am I meant to sleep through his snoring? Your head was running through a billion problems and you were bought back into reality just as Lucas was about to hang up.

“Jaehyun what is this?” You ask, motioning for the phone from Lucas.

“Hey baby how are you?”

“Great. A little frustrated but you know, nothing new.” You tell him sarcastically.

“Yeah I know, sorry everything was too sudden for you.”

You sigh into the phone, knowing that you shouldn’t be taking your feelings out on him, “Yeah.”

“It’ll be over soon,” He says, comforting you through the phone.

“Okay,” you mumble, “Lucas and I are checking in now, be careful okay?”

“Yeah you too.” He replies, just as you end the call and hand the phone back to Lucas.

Lucas takes the keys on the counter and the two of you head back to the car to bring your belongings up. The room was simple. A large king sized bed and a TV in its direct line of sight. The bathroom connected near the entrance in a separate area and a little study desk and lamp. A little couch at the far end near the curtains covering the sight of a balcony.

“I’m going to shower first.” You tell him, searching for your pyjamas.

“Don’t be so slow, I’m tired.” He complains.

“Says the boy who spends 20minutes in there.” You shoot him a glare and he smiles at you blinking his eyes with innocence. “Also who packed my suitcase, where’s my pjs?”

“Doyoung and I did, don’t know if we packed pjs though..” he trails off. He pushes himself up from the couch and flips through his bag. He pulls out a plain white shirt and throws it across the room to you, “Wear this.”

“Is it clean?” You ask, holding it with the tips of your fingers. His hygiene routine isn’t classified as one of the best within the group and you feared he had given you a sweaty one.

“Obviously.” You give him a suspicious look and gather your night time things, heading into the bathroom. You strip down and step slowly into the tub, turning the water on high and letting it beat over your head as the steam begins to fog up the mirror. Closing your eyes, the heat of the water soaks into your skin and you lean against the cool tiles, exhausted at the day of events.

After you’ve washed shampoo and conditioner through your hair, you turn the tap off, squeezing out the water with your hands into the tub before stepping out. The towel hangs from the door hook and your easily able to grab it without getting the floor wet. You quickly dry yourself off and chuck on a bra, undies and Lucas’ white shirt. You wrap the towel around your hair as you step out and the temperature difference of the rooms immediately causes you to shiver.

“You can go now.” You tell Lucas, jumping straight under the covers of the bed. He hums in response, throwing you the TV remote while he disappears. You lean up against the bed board and flick through the channels, finally deciding to just turn it off instead when nothing seems interesting just as your phone beeps.

Johnny: Hey Princess are you still awake?

Y/N: Yeah, how is everyone?

Johnny: Everyone’s okay, there’s a training session going on at the moment so they’re all a bit busy

Y/N: Ahh okay.

Your debating whether you should ask about Taeyong, regretting yelling at him earlier and knowing he was only trying to keep you safe.

Y/N: Is Taeyong mad at me?

Johnny: He’s not mad, just a little stressed is all.

Johnny: Don’t worry about it.

Y/N: Okay

Johnny: Go to sleep now, it’s getting late, you and Lucas still have to keep driving tomorrow.

Y/N: I will, goodnight.

Johnny: Night <3.

Just as you shut your bedside light, Lucas walks out the bathroom shirtless, ruffling his hair with the towel and eyes glued to his phone.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch?” He asks, glancing over at you.

“Me?” You question.

“Well I’m too tall to fit and besides, I’ve been driving all day and I’ll be driving all day tomorrow.” He states, pulling the sheets down on the other side.

“Do you know how many bedbugs are on that couch?” You ask before answering it yourself, “too many.”

“Just don’t kick me throughout the night like last time.” He warns you, flipping over to his side.

“Wow you’re so terrifying.” You mumble, crawling more towards your side of the bed. “Don’t snore like your Santa Claus okay?” You remind him.

Lucas obviously ignored your warning as he snores throughout the night. You let out a groan as you sit up and push him over, tossing him more towards his side of the bed. He stops snoring momentarily and then it starts again after a few minutes of peaceful silence. Are you kidding me. You do your best to just ignore him and fold the pillow against your ear, making the sound as quiet as possible. Your phone rings just as you feel like you’re finally falling into sleep and you cry in frustration, rolling over to reach it and pick up, not looking at the caller ID.

“Hey baby, how have you been?” The deeper voice asks.

“Sorry, do I know you?” You mumble, still asleep in your state.

“Ouch, that hurts, how could you say that to your lover.”

You open your eyes, squinting at the light of the unknown number on your phone screen. “Sorry I think you’ve got the wrong number.”

“Do I really? I swear this was the number for Miss Y/N, the beautiful lady who happens to be living with one of the desired Mafia gangs.” You stayed silent through the phone, immediately sitting up, obviously this guy knew who you were and your relation to the boys. You glance at Lucas whose still asleep and your feet search for your slippers. Quietly you tip toe out to the hallway, leaving a gap in the door behind you. “If I’ve still got the wrong number feel free to hang up, I’ll continue chatting with the so notorious leader who happens to be knocked unconscious.”

“WAIT!” You whisper into the phone,

“Hm?”

“Wh-what do you want?” You hesitatingly ask.

“That’s what I thought.” He laughs. “Now I know you aren’t alone baby, so is anyone listening to us?”

“No.”

“Good girl.” He hums before continuing “I want you to come home.”

“What?”

“Come home, alone.” He says, “and remember to keep this a secret, or it might be bad for the present I have for you. I’ll be waiting.”

[vios-rockland-corner]

Blog Status: Currently Frozen

Hello guys.  I figure I needed to address the elephant in the room.  I’ve been getting questions on both this sideblog as well my main blog, so I know they’ll keep coming unless I address it.  Since this blog is more centered around the Rocklandgames, I’m addressing this here.

1.  I am aware that nearly all sites and sources related to Rocklandgames have either been deleted or shown very little activity as of late.

2. Sadly, I do NOT know what it happening.

First of all, I need to apologize for noticing some of this late.  Honestly, COVID has been causing issues at my personal work place, forcing more people to self-quarantine, and even my own coworker had tested positive awhile back.  This makes us very short staffed.  I work in a lab that’s already down a few members, and in a few weeks we basically went from a staff of 3, to 2, to 0, to 2, to 1, to 3 again.  As you can imagine, it’s been a little hectic playing catch-up when we can.  I actually got stuck last minute 2 weeks ago being the only person in the lab when I had to run THREE tests.  That was not according to plan, haha.  It was tough but the tests came out fine luckily.

In short, I’m been so exhausted from personal life matters that all the stuff relating to Rockland slipped under the cracks for awhile for me.  Additionally, I still have other personal stuff on my plate I’m more focused on at the moment (a family member’s wedding during COVID for example).

My personal take on the Rockland situation:

I genuinely don’t know what’s happened here.  Since I lost track of things online, I may have missed an update explanation at some point.  Nothing I can do about that now sadly.  All I knew last was that there was a hiatus at least for July, perhaps longer.

If it’s a private matter, my go to would have been to private message via Patreon to check to see if the creators were okay.  However, that’s a dead end since it’s been taken down.

My only concern is that hopefully the creators are all right.  I don’t know the reason for the take downs, and honestly I hesitate to speculate because I don’t want to cause any unwarranted rumors to start floating around.  I know some anons have asked me different things, but with nothing to prove here I don’t think creating a rumor mill is a good idea.

I’m sorry, I know I seem like a good person to ask because I usually keep a close watch for spoilers and such.  I just dropped the ball this time guys.

Listen, I do love the Rockland world so much.  But I also know when it’s not a bad idea for me to let go if I have to.  I’ve been more than happy with the demos and RoR games produced, as well as all the previous work by the creators.  I’m no stranger to finding creators who either a) are great artists but never have the time, resources, or full fleshed concepts laid out to produce a full game/comic/animation etc. regarding their work or b) are able to actually start up their work but are unable to finish for one way or another.

This previous experience coupled with my more pressing RL concerns has thus left me sad but calm about the whole Rockland matter.

So here’s the situation:

1) I will not be answering anymore questions asking about “why” Rockland content has disappeared because well...this post is the answer: I don’t know.  Haha, I’m just saying I’ll just sound like a parrot if I keep answering the same type of asks over and over.  Same thing if someone attempts to ask on my main blog.

2) Unless there’s more Rockland content, *shrugs* this blog will basically be frozen.  I haven’t had inspiration for any posts thanks to RL for the past few weeks.  Without new games or spoilers either, not much I can say.

3) I will NOT be deleting this blog.  I’m not really the type that likes to delete my old content, no matter how minor.  I figure if you’ve put it up on the internet once, there’s never really a way to get rid of it.  People dig up old stuff all time, even if it was once deleted.  Besides, I find it fun to go back and read through my old stuff when I’m bored.  Sometimes it can even help you improve.  I even liked that this was the first time I tried to really tackle constructing an OC slowly on paper rather than all in my head.  Oh and of course, I did manage to reblog some art from the now deleted blogs.  So I figure it’d be nice for people to look at those.  Not all of it, just the stuff I really liked.  I would have reblogged more of the artwork if I’d known something like this would happen.

With that said, people are more than welcome to stay and chill or head on out to find something new.  I’m sorry I’m a dead end on the matter.

One last bit for the creators in case they see this:  Thank you so much for all your hard work.  I had a lot of fun.  I’ll be here if you return, but otherwise I only wish for your health and safety.  If a public explanation is provided, wonderful.  If it’s private though, you can keep it private.  I’m not going to push anything.  You’ve given me plenty of joy so I’ve already been paid in spades as far as I’m concerned.  Take care, maybe I’ll see you again someday!

[rayewriting]

I Remember You (I Never Forgot You)

Fandom: Batman

Day 7- Reunion/Separation So, I probably could have posted this on time, but after church I had told people on tumblr they had till 3 to get votes on whether they wanted a Reunion or Separation fic, lunch, then the late nights caught up to me and I took a three-hour nap. This is also an unintentional third part to Being Enough and You Deserve More (More Than I Have). I'll put them all in series later So, here we are. I am sorry I am late for the last day. But I have been reading other people’s entries to Dick and Damian week and just 😍😍. I’ll have go back and bookmark some of my favorite ones!

Damian was at a restaurant, a five-star, high end, black tie only, type restaurant. When he received a letter- with a distantly familiar perfume that his heart aching, his mother’s preferred scent- with a time and location, he knew that this was not a request, but a warning. Of what he did not know, but it was serious enough that she left with traceable evidence. Evidence he had in his pocket right now. But he wasn’t focused on the letter, but the person in front of him. Talia.

 Dear Richard,

 “You have to return and be my Alexander, the ruler I have always wanted you to be,” Talia begins, reaching out her hands and placing them on the table, palm up, “In fact, Alexander was twenty when he became king of Macedon, as well.”

Damian makes a face at her hands and pointedly crosses his arms, hands tucking into the bends of his arms, then he speaks, “I do not have to do anything, Talia. The last time you forced my hand, I ended up with a sword in my chest, and I do not want to have a repeat performance.”

You should not search for me. 

The frown on the older woman’s features did not make her unattractive, but her lips go from the frown to a small grin as she continues speaking, “I was not in a good place at the time, my son, for that I do regret. However, I do believe I have… motivation for you to come back under your grandfather,” Damian did not show outwardly but his heart was pounding at her words, “A certain circus boy and two aliens ring a bell? And you are searching for a recent nanotechnology theft, correct?” Talia watches as her words sink into Damian’s head, then reaching his heart, “Perhaps I know where the stolen technology went.”

Damian’s face is still impassive, but his fury was raging- demanding that Damian take his hidden dagger and stab the woman in front of him. This woman was not the woman who gave him life, she had died long ago, perhaps before he even left the League all those years ago. But Damian did recognize the person in front of him, this was the person who had no qualms in taking lives, did not care that she was going to kill her own child for revenge- that she was going to kill her son’s family if he did not follow her. “How do I know that you are not bluffing?” Damian asks.

“Are you going to risk them by calling a bluff?” Talia asks smugly. She pulls out a small remote with a few buttons and Damian feels his blood pressure rise, “Think about it, Damian.”

Then she stands, and begins to leave the restaurant, but when she reaches the door Damian pulls himself out of his chair, grabs her arm and pulls her out of the establishment and into the snowfall, “Fine. I will go with you.”

Talia smiles, “Very well, Damian. We will head to the airport.”

 I am sorry, missing Mar’i’s birthday was not ever my intention. You should tell Kor’i and Mar’i my apologies.

 Dick answers the apartment door with a smile on his face, but it quickly drops into a confused frown, “Umm, do I know you, ma’am?”

The person in question is a pale-skin blonde woman in her early twenties, wearing a wine and golden tank top, denim shorts, white slip-on shoes, and wearing a cross-body purse, “No.”

Dick’s eyes harden as he asks, “Then can I ask why you are at my door then?”

The woman takes a deep breath and blurts out, “I had a customer and he left this note at the restaurant with a huge tip and instructions to come to this apartment today and give it to a “Dick Grayson” while wearing red and gold.” She continues- after pointing at her shirt- with, “I don’t know why he gave it to me or what it says but he gave me enough money to finish paying for my college degree and I couldn’t not do what he asked.” Then she dug into her purse and pulls out the envelope and hands it to Dick.

Dick was taking in all the information quickly, takes the letter, and opens the door, “Come in.”

The woman eyes widen as she steps through the door with, “Uh-okay?” then stops as she spots all the decorations. The balloons and streamers are purple, the table has green cups, plates and utensils, and a colorful banner was hanging in the doorway reading “Happy 2nd Birthday!”

“Dick, who is at the door? Tim said that they won’t—” a tall female with tan skin, wild hair, wearing a purple shirt and blue athletic shorts, steps out of a room, but stops seeing the younger woman, “Hello, I don’t think we have met before, I am Kor’i.”

As Kor’i sticks her hand out, the blonde squeaks out, “Blyss,” and shakes Kor’i’s hand.

“Please take a seat,” Dick says entering the living room, guiding Blyss to the couch and giving the letter to Kor’i, “I’m sorry for acting weird, but do you remember anything from that night?”

Blyss, sensing the serious turn of events, sits on the couch, begins to think for a minute, lips pulling into a slight pout, “He was with another person. She was older than him. They both seemed tense, but it wasn’t a business meeting, it was personal.”

Dick looks at her questioningly and sits on the other side of the couch, “How do you figure that?”

“I’ve worked there for a few years now; I have served food during business meetings- tense meeting- but the air was charged with different type of energy. Plus, not many businesses have dinners that late, usually those times are reserved for dates, engagements, or- a couple of times- divorce meetings. Things like that.”

“Do you remember overhearing anything?” Kor’i asks, finished reading the letter.

Blyss shook her head, “Everytime I walked over they would stop talking, like they did not want anyone listening.”

Dick and Kor’i look at each other, then a loud knock on the door resounds through the apartment, startling the three adults. Blyss and Dick stand up and Dick offers her a smile, “Thank you for the information,” he says as the adults begin to walk back to the door.

Following Kor’i, Blyss smiles, “I hope you find your son. He really saved me with the money.”

Dick flounders for a second then finally gets out, “He-he isn’t my son, he is my brother.”

Blyss stops for a minute then turns to him, “Sorry, it just- when you got that letter- you looked like I did when Nightwing and Flamebird saved my son from the guy who— who kidnapped him.”

Dick though back to the last couple of kidnapping cases and then it hits him. Blyss Hayes, victim of Jaxon Zhao- resulting in the birth of Xavier Hayes. After being released for good behavior, Jaxon kidnapped the one-year old from the park and held the infant hostage till he got a plane to Colombia. Of course, Nightwing and Flamebird snuck into the building, Nightwing taking down Jaxon as Flamebird took Xavier to the ambulances. Then he just nods his head at the young mother, opening the door, “That’s alright.”

Blyss smiles at Dick and Kor’i then says, “Come to the restaurant when you find him, I’ll treat everyone to a free meal.” Afterwards, she ducks around Tim and Mar’i with a small, “Happy birthday!” and runs down the hallway.

Tim, looking where the blonde left and asks, “Who was that?”

 It’s been made clear Todd’s infectious old behavior of disappearing has spread to even me.

 “Yeah, no shi—” Jason says, reading Damian’s letter, before Dick and Kor’i throw a dark look at him, in response he grins sheepishly, “Sorry.”

Everyone was gathered in Gotham, Bruce, Cass, Barbara, Steph, Tim, Jason, Kor’i, and Dick in the Batcave and Alfred and Mar’i were in the Manor. Bruce and Tim running scans over the paper, ink, and handwriting- Cass, Steph, and Barbara watching security footage from the restaurant leading to the airport- Jason, Kor’i, and Dick were reading the note again.

“The problem is that it doesn’t sound like how normally writes!” Dick shouts at no one particular, running his hands through his hair for what seems like the hundredth time, “But it is his handwriting! And one sentence doesn’t make any sense!”

 With your life getting so hectic, I took over the nanotechnology theft case. It has taken me overseas, perhaps an island off a coast.

 Damian grits his teeth at the pain on his back, “Five for every year he has been away from us,” came from his Grandfather’s throne. Fifty strikes from a whip, fifty miles to run, fifty new cuts, fifty new burns, fifty miles to swim. Damian never thought having a favorite number was logical, but he hated the number fifty now. No matter how illogical it was, he hated it.

But he had to- to save his family. To save Richard, Kor’iander, and his Qalbi.

So, he grits through strikes, runs the miles, accepts the cuts, grows numb to the burns, and swims the miles. He perseveres through the pain, with the thought of his family on his mind and in his heart.

He has done it for six months, what’s another day?

But he refuses to kill, when they bring him an assassin, he knocks them out, drops his weapon and sits down. His Grandfather then decides that electrocution should be added for his response. When they bring him his meals, he does not eat the meat. He doesn’t eat for two days when that’s all they give him.

He dies once, his heart just giving out from exhaustion. Grandfather throws him the Lazarus Pit.

Damian can hear the waters whispers when he is pulled out. Telling him to crush the larynx of the person in front of him. He sees the green and remembers the color green. Green eyes, surrounded by black lashes, chubby cheeks, and a button nose.

His Qalbi.

He cannot forget about his Qalbi.

That night he takes comfort in the darkness, the black surrounding him reminds him of his Qalbi’s hair, she has her father’s hair. His Qalbi reminds him of his baba. Of Richard. Richard, the person that always comes for Damian- no matter what.

Soon he remembers everyone else. The wild roses of the courtyard remind him of Kor’iander’s bright hair when she walks into the kitchen for the breakfast Damian cooked holding his Qalbi on her hip, the graceful swans swimming in the pond remind him of Cassandra dancing in the ballroom, the sun of Stephanie’s smile when she looks at Timothy, the library of Jason’s voice when the older man read to his Qalbi before Damian put her down for a nap, the smell of chocolate coming from the kitchens of Alfred’s cookies after a hard night of patrol, the sound of a keyboard clacking down a hall of Barbara’s superior computer skills, the pearl necklace resting on a jewelry stand reminds him of Father’s face when he gave Father one after searching for days.

When he remembers everyone, he can- Colin, Jon, Maya- he begins to draw them in the sand of his cell. A few people a day, whoever he misses the most that day.

Most of the time, it is his baba, Kor’iander, and his Qalbi.

 The placement reminds me of the infinity charm you bought me when I was, perhaps, a ten-year-old boy.

 “I never bought him a damn charm!” Dick screeches, punching the console of the computer. Kor’i puts a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down- she knows words won’t help- and Dick whips around to her face, “Kor’i, its been six months since he has left! I've been going crazy since he never showed up for patrol, I have looked everywhere I could think of. And he is writing about charms?”

Kor’i wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug, “I don’t know, Richard. Perhaps Damian meant something else?”

Dick’s, Tim’s, and Bruce’s shot up at Kor’i’s words, then towards the note.

“He gave us a number, ten, so maybe every ten letters spell something out?” Tim asks, “No, unless the first word is ‘Ddn’ or something bizarre. Every ten words maybe…? ‘Dear sorry tell clear’. No! For f—”

Dick steps grabs the note and reads out loud, “You, Mar’i’s, Kor’i, infectious, with, nanotechnology, island, infinity, ten.”

“How did you know?” Bruce asks.

“Damian finds the address and salutations unnecessary. So, I took that out,” Dick explains without looking at Bruce. “So those are our words.”

Everyone took a minute, to collect their thoughts, before Bruce speaking, “Assuming ‘You’ meaning is Dick, it seems that Damian wrote a warning that you, Kor’i, and Mar’i have been infected with nanotech. And then Damian gave us a location of Infinity Island and ten would be the number we used to get the message.”

Kor’i and Dick froze at Bruce’s words, then Dick was running up the stairs and Kor’i was flying alongside him, “Mar’i!”

Bruce turns to Barbara, “Get in contact to Captain Atom and Cyborg, I want them here ten minutes ago,” then to Tim, “When I bring them back here, I’m going to get blood samples of all three of them, as soon as it’s drawn, I want you running scans on them.”

Then Bruce was following Dick and Kor’i up the stairs to the living room, where Mar’i was playing with some blocks. He watches with Alfred, Kor’i and Dick holding their daughter tightly between them, deciding to wait a minute before interrupting them, then “We need blood samples; so, we can neutralize the tech.”

Dick glances up at Bruce with tears in his eyes, “O-Okay. Let’s go, my girls.” Dick stands up and Kor’i picks up Mar’i to bring to the Cave.

As he passes Bruce, Bruce places a hand on his shoulder and says, “We are going to fix this, Dick, I promise.”

“I know, Bruce. I know.”

   Love,

 Damian Grayson-Wayne

 “Baba!”

Yo, @doc-scrawls  and @nxxttime sad/angst enough?

[percywinchester27]

I believe I owe y’all an apology.

I seriously do. What with the disappearing, erratic posting schedule, or rather the non existent posting schedule. And more than that the cryptic “dot posts.” I’ve been told those are not appreciated much around here lately. So for that I am sorry. I had no intention to worry any of you. Ever. 

I am bad with responding to attention, concern or even care. So, naturally, when I most need it the most, I back off. Especially from the people who can and will help.

The reason behind that is actually a boy. Once upon a time, Ana was a dumb girl, and she opened up to a guy who didn’t have it in him handle all the darkness in her. In his defense, he really thought he could handle it. But he couldn’t. And he left me high and dry when I needed him the most. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t romantically interested in him and neither was he. He was the bestest friend I could have ever asked for. We fit in like a hand in the glove. I had never trusted anyone so much in my whole life. I think it got too much for him. He thought being friends with me was “suffocating” and then one day he suddenly stopped talking to me. Out of the blue. We went out on a walk and he said he didn’t want to be friends anymore. Didn’t even tell me why. I was so stunned, that I couldn’t open my mouth to ask that “why?”

It took me months to find the courage to text him and ask, and that’s when I got the “suffocating” part of it.

I still remember that day clearly. He said his goodbye and I stood there in the middle of the street. My mom found me there, standing numbly. Not speaking, not moving, and I remember hugging her and breaking down. In the middle of a busy street. I made an epic spectacle out of myself. And she got so panicked, she thought someone had died. And for the longest time, I thought so, too. I thought that he was dead to me now. My best friend.

But in retrospect, I think a part of me died. 

Funny how I still remember that day because for 6 months after that, I remember nothing. It is all blank. I don’t remember that entire semester of college, except that the GPA sucked ass. What I remember is one day a kid in my class telling me that I don’t laugh like I used to, that I have blank eyes. And I remember what I was wearing that day, too. But nothing about the 6 months before that.

Can you imagine the horror of having half an year wiped out of your memory. Can you imagine living with a girl who did not respond to anything? I am sure my family must have been out of their minds over me. But I can’t remember that either.

And all for what? A boy?

It might seem shallow now. In fact, it does seem that way to me sometimes, too. But I had put so much of me in him. Secrets that I don’t even whisper to myself anymore. Trauma, pain, anger, frustration, everything. I am a shy girl. It is not like me to do something like this now, or even then.

For people who have followed me longer might have seen one particularly harsh outburst over an anon rudely insisting on smut. Or rather pointing out the lack of it, thereby heavily judging my inability to write it. For those of you who are new, the reason I don’t read, write smut is because for most part, I can’t relate. The other part is that I have a severe aversion, fear of touch. Not the kind that is romanticized in fifty shades of Grey. (I get that a lot from people who find out), but the real deal. I have to be fully dressed all the time. Full sleeves, full pants. I clam up at the slightest hint of contact with someone’s skin. Travel everyday in packed trains covered in head to toe, sweating, trying to control a palpitating heart. Now, imagine growing up like that in high school.

This guy was the first person outside of my mom to actually ever hug me. And I am not ashamed to admit that it felt good. That sort of platonic acceptance was the best thing to have happened. How could I not have been influenced by something like that? 

So, yes, I was a mess after he for want of a better word “dumped” me. And if it was in anyway a bad friendship to him, I understand. He did what was best for himself. I can respect that.

What I can’t get behind is that, he did it without giving me a reason. He just upped and left without giving me a closure. That was cowardly. And gosh I suffered, wondering what I did wrong, where I went wrong. The sleepless nights, the bone-crushing self doubt. The word “suffocating” haunts my very existence still.

Which brings me to the point. The point is, even after 5 years, it is too deeply ingrained in me that no one can actually completely accept me for who I am. You might love me completely, but on a subconscious level, I can’t ever truly accept that. Trust me, it drives abf insane. I think that if I start sharing, at first you might sympathise, or even empathise, but gradually, it will fade away. I’ll just end up becoming the person that has too many problems, is too whiny. You will get used to it. You’ll become indifferent. You will start avoiding me. I’ve seen it happen. So much so that, when I’ve wanted to tell people that I had a bad day, something gets stuck in my throat. I just feel like I don’t deserve people’s time, love or attention.

And. It.is.so.suffocating!! To not be able to talk, To not be able to share. Ironically, I am the one slowly suffocating now.  

So my go to solution is to back-off. Because the only thing that brought me out of those 6 months of numbness is my self-respect. Not once did I go begging to him to take me back, not once did I cry, or plead or even try to contact him to fix things. I knew walking with my head held high was the only way I was going to walk out of that mess. And I was right. Still proud of me for that one.

People talked behing my back what a mess I had become. After the fallout, everyone assumed I must be the one who fucked up. He couldn’t have, right? The charming guy that he was. And me being me, didn’t go up to people to explain what had actually happened. The one time I tried, no one believed me. So, I quit. Had to protect all that self-respect, right?

From then on, my motto is to just not put a part of myself into people. That way it won’t hurt when they toss it out and leave. I could be having a wrecking party in life, but I don’t put it out here because I know your lives are wrecking parties, too. You come here for an escape. I am not dragging you into my cluster fuck.

Last year, I had an accident, 2 major surgeries. I was going home from an interview and within a span of 5 minutes there was blood all over the taxi seat. That was followed by 2 awful months of jaundice followed by typhoid, followed by typhoid again and a relapse of jaundice. But, I don’t remember missing the update for my series more than a week at a stretch. 

Lately, though, I have a hectic schedule. I work a 10-6 job. But I am also doing my masters in History. So it is 8-10 library, 10-6 job, 7-10 college. I reach home at 12 in the night. The only way I can function is by getting the bare 6 hours of sleep I can cram up in the remaining hours. 

Don’t get me wrong, though, I am not complaining. It was my choice to set up a schedule like this. I love learning about Ancient China, about how the Parisians were ready to kill anybody and everybody as an aftermath of what happened in 1789. I love spending hours under the high-ceiling of the Library. Also, I love working in a place that helps people, tries to save the city. But it can get overwhelming like you wouldn’t believe. The number of times I have cried from just a pure overdose of knowledge and emotion. And it hurts a little that I can’t share that. That for a supposed writer, I can’t put that into words. That crying is the only thing left to do. Those aren’t sad tears. They are just tears. 

But, apart from that, I am also a daughter, a sister, an aunt, an loosely and lamely a friend to people who are far far better at friendship than I am. I am fighting for the kids in that Orphanage, I am trying to learn Photoshop I just don’t have the sort of time to write like I used to. On most days, though, I am good.

For when I am not, there will be the occasional dot posts. Not because I want to worry you, it’s because slowly but surely I am learning to reach out. I am slow and bad at it, but rest assured, I am trying. And who knows, maybe one day, I can trust myself enough to trust others with me again.

Till then, thank you for being so patient with me and the blog. You guys are awesome and much more than.

My immense gratitude. And all my love <3

-Ana <3 

[hardyimagines]

Part 2 —A Little Bit of Something

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First of all! Your Baker series with Alfie saves me from utter boredom whilst I’ve been on my bum sick so thank you 🙏 Can I get an Alfie x reader where she isn’t a gangster but she’s kinda like Tommy’s Assistant/stand in date for events, and Alfie gets an embarrassing crush on her? 😝

Requested by: @kitcatimpala67​

Part 1   Part 3   Part 4

Word count: 5k

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Work, the following day, was hectic. Ollie was back on his feet, feeling better after the hangover he’d endured. Though he was feeling better, things were still chaotic, but it was nice to see him, bustling around, helping to complete necessary tasks. You were tying the laces on the front of your dress tightly closed, hair disheveled and socks uneven. You were running a little late. Your heels clicked loudly against the stairs as you climbed each one, pace hurried. Alfie’s voice was echoing throughout the distillery, loud and angry, but you couldn’t tell from where. Angry actually didn’t do his frustration justice. He was livid. “You’re a bunch of fucking children!” You heard him bellow. “Right, you can’t fucking do anything! You stand around, yeah, all fucking day, sniggering and joking and running your fucking mouths, yeah, you fucking do, and now we’ve fallen behind, right, we fucking have.” He growled lowly. His eyes were shining brightly, an ignited fire that was ready to unleash itself even more on the straight-faced blokes. You peered into his office. It was clear. Hurriedly moving inside, you approached your desk, gathering the many, many things you assumed you’d need. If Alfie was angry that meant this was going to be a very long day. “Chip.” He muttered. “Get out of here, you ain’t done nothing but work, lad.” Your head turned over your shoulder as his voice softened. Surely he wasn’t finished yelling at the men yet. These little disciplinary reminders usually lasted at least 30 minutes.

Chip pushed his curly hair out of his face before giving a short nod of thanks to Alfie. The boy held his hair out of his face before weaving through the dirt-covered men, hurrying toward the exit. His shoes hit the ground audibly as he scurried off, ready to get back to work because he didn’t want to ever be the target or reason for one of Alfie’s lectures. The boy had his eyes on the sticky floor, swearing inwardly. Why did he have to work with a bunch of idiots? It wasn’t hard to do your job. Follow the rules. Keep your mouth shut. Obey, obey, obey. Obeying kept you out of trouble. Chip turned the corner sharply, roughly running into you as you descended the stairs and turned the corner as well. His features were twisted into an expression of fear before morphing into one of apology. “Oh, Miss!” He gripped your elbows gently. “I’m sorry.” The papers in your hands had fallen free from your grasp, flying this way and that. They were scattered across the floor, no doubt covered in the fallen alcohol that already stained the floor. “Don’t apologize, Chip, I would’ve been running just as fast.” You smiled assuringly before kneeling down to gather the files. He leaned down to help you, but kept his gaze off of the pages. It wasn’t his business what they said. “Yes ma’am.” He nodded gently, smile gracing his pink lips. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him in a way. He deserved a good, high-paying job, but Alfie treated him well enough, so you didn’t feel too bad. The devil’s voice shook through the distillery once more, causing you to jump at the unexpectedness. “You’d best go calm him down, miss, he’s liable to start swinging.” Chip whispered, amusement floating in his auburn orbs as he handed the documents back over to you. Giving a soft bob of your head, you squeezed the boy’s hand before standing. “Don’t work yourself too hard, Chip, okay?” The boy flushed beneath your gaze before directing his attention to the floor. “I’ll try, Miss.” With that, the boy slipped past you, moving down the corridor and back to his designated working area. You smiled fondly. He’d always had a bit of a crush on you, that’s what Alfie said. Watching the boy disappear behind the bucket of liquor, you continued on your way down the hall and toward the shouting.

There was a room, specifically used for these little talks. Alfie would gather all the men in one room and yell at them about the mistakes they’d been making. You assumed this was also his way of releasing his anger. The clicking of your heels echoed around the room and every man looked to you gratefully. Usually your presence eased Alfie’s anger, but because he was befuddled over the feelings he had for you, the fire in his eyes spread throughout his body. “Get out, Y/N.” He muttered before licking his lips. His hand tightened around the cane he held in his right hand, fingertips grazing the wood as the bottom of it dug into the floor roughly. You made no movement to leave. “Alfie, there’s more work that needs to be done. You’re wasting time, standing here, shouting at them.” Alfie spun toward you, cane hitting the floor loudly as he approached. You didn’t budge and your face didn’t change from it’s calm expression. “What are you gonna do, Mr. Solomons?” You spoke clearly, unafraid. “Shout at your girlfriend in front of your employees?” The same fire in his eyes now shone brightly in your own. Shoving the files in your hands into his chest, he struggled to grab ahold of them before throwing them into the corner with a growl as you boldly turned on your heel to leave the room, but he caught your hand quickly, hauling you back. “You fucking what?” He barked. Alfie’s hand was gently curled around your own, but his eyes were pulled into a squint, teeth grinding together as he clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows. Though he was trying to scare you with his hardened stare, you remained unfazed. “You heard me.” You spoke audibly. The room was silent, so every word exchanged by the two of you was heard by the men.

Alfie growled lowly, casting a look toward the workers, before beginning to back you up and out of the room. “What the fuck are you playing at?” He growled softly, hand meeting the wall as he leaned against it, hand releasing your own so he could instead hold his cane. “You’re not my girlfriend.” He pointed out. “We went on a date.” You arched a brow. “Easy, Mr. Solomons, you might break my heart.” You whispered before shifting in front of him. “You drug me into this, calling me your date and blah blah blah, but you can’t expect Tommy Shelby to think we are a couple and then nobody else at work.” Alfie let out a low sigh of exasperation. “That’s exactly what I expected, right he doesn’t talk to fucking anybody here. He comes in for business, yeah, then he fucking leaves, and now you’ve got all these gents, you, yeah, you’ve got them all thinking we’re some kind of couple.” He curled his fingers and hit the wall roughly. You, unfazed by his action, folded your arms, studying him. “Then turn around and tell them the truth,” You retorted. “instead of hauling me out the door so you can shout at me in private.” Alfie let his head tilt back, begging for some patience. “You’ve fucked me, ” He whispered. “Actually, I haven’t, not yet.” You cut him off. His head sprang back to face you, bewildered at your words. “fucked me over, Y/N.” He shook his head, tongue gliding over his lips to wet them. “Now we’ve got to act like a couple at work, I can’t go, yeah, and tell them we ain’t together. Billy, yeah, billy fucking kitchen, he’s a pal of Thomas’s, so he’ll run right back and tell him whatever it is he knows.” He inhaled deeply, the fire in his eyes dying. “Why does it even matter if Thomas thinks you’re dating anybody? It’s not a bad thing to be single.” You whispered quietly, tone completely changed now.

Alfie shrugged his shoulders. “It looks better for business and socially, it makes you more acceptable.” He rubbed his teeth together before shuffling on his feet. “Well, you volunteered for this.” He reminded you before taking a small step back and moving back into the room with the men. You followed. “Right, she wasn’t meant to run her fucking mouth, but she’s gone and done it anyway, hasn’t she.” He clenched his jaw. “So, lads, now you know we’re together..” The man looked to each of them. “Hands off her. Eyes off her. Don’t even fucking think about trying anything, yeah, it’ll be your ass out on the street, jobless and broke.” With that, Alfie spun on his heel and moved from the room, leaving you alone and in front of them. Hell, was this really how he treated someone he was dating. Swallowing quietly, you spun on your heel and followed after him hurriedly, heels loud as they hit the floor. “Alfie.” You called, but he didn’t stop. “Alfie!” The man spun around to face you, ready to shout again. Now, you were the one he wanted to let his anger out on. The fire in his chest was lit again, burning his lungs. “Fucking woman, listen here, yeah, you-“ You tuned him out. His finger was pointed toward you, jabbing in your direction with every venomous word he shot toward you. Well, you assumed he was being rude, simply because he looked livid and sounded livid. His eyes were wide and wild, boring into you so firmly you thought a hole would form in your face. He didn’t ease up or stop his shouting, so you stepped forward. “Alfie!” You yelled, grabbing his attention. His breathing was heavy, loud puffs of air escaping his nostrils as his chest rose and fell at a rapid pace. “Everyone in this entire place can hear you, you know?” Alfie arched a brow. “Did you not listen to a word I just said?” The entirety of his yelling had been about how he didn’t want you coming into the room when he was telling his men off. He didn’t want any of them ogling you for too long and you’d given them the privilege to do so. You drew your bottom lip in, teeth sinking firmly into the flesh. “No.” You told him truthfully. “I wasn’t listening, I don’t enjoy being shouted at.”

Alfie sighed gently. “I’m sorry.” He muttered before moving his hand to the back of his head. “I didn’t mean to fucking shout, pet, right, I’m just a bit agitated. We’ve got a lot of fucking work to get done and my men, yeah, they’re too busy fucking around to get anything done and it’s very stressful, right, it is, and I don’t know what to do about it.” You listened carefully to what he said, a small frown etched on your face. “Alfie.” You whispered softly before sighing. “Things will come together. You need to fire the men that are being distractions and find new men to take their place.” Moving forward, your small hands moved to his chest, gazing up at him. “Things will get better, I promise.” Your hand snaked up to his collar, gripping it gently as you tugged him forward. Lifting yourself on to your toes so you could kiss him and relieve some of his pent up anger, your eyes fluttered shut. The door in the corner flew open and once again, the two of you were interrupted. Your hot breaths were mingling, lips centimeters apart, so close to touching, but when the chatter from the men piled into the room, you lowered yourself back down, flat on your feet. Alfie rubbed his lips together as if he could feel the sensation from your own, pressed against his, but he couldn’t. His eyes fell shut and now he was even more pissed off. The man turned on his heel, shoulders broadening as he made his way toward the stairs and up to his office. You casted a glance around the room, studying the men. “Never,” You spoke clearly. “Interrupt us again.” Directing your pointed gaze to each man in the room, you stormed out too, but you were too afraid to go to Alfie’s office, so you instead went to find Ollie.

In the same small room where you’d found Ollie before, hungover and unable to work, you found him again. Ollie was sat on the sofa, legs propped up on the table as he sipped his glass of alcohol. “Hey, Ol.” You smiled softly, allowing the door to slide shut behind you. “Hello, Mrs. I’m dating Alfie Solomons, but didn’t bother to tell anybody.” You squinted. “It was his decision to keep it a secret.” You told him softly before entering the room further. The light in the center of the room was golden, beaming down brightly on the inhabitants. The glow from the fireplace merely shone just as brightly, illuminating what little shadow was left behind from the bulb. “Do you think you’ve got enough light?” You smiled lazily before dropping down on the swirl-printed sofa. Your legs joined Ollie’s on top of the counter, crossing at the ankle. Your white socks were on show as your dress fell to rest by your knees. One sock was drawn up to reside around the top of your boot and the other was folded messily inside, wrapped snugly around your ankle. Your head fell back to rest against the seat, lips popping to noisily let out a sound of boredom. “I’m going blind.” He muttered playfully, eyes glued to the book he had opened on his lap. “Since when do you find Alfie attractive?” He muttered, eyes drifting to you for only a second as he turned to the next page. “What?” You lifted a brow. “I suppose I’ve always found him attractive, but he’s my boss so I never thought anything would happen.” Picking at your nails, you pinched the dead skin around your fingers and pulled it off, a nervous habit. “He treats you good?” Ollie muttered. “Course he does.” You smiled. “Why, are you gonna kick his ass if he doesn’t?” The amusement on your face was evident. “For sure.” He mumbled, not as visibly amused, but the sparkle in his eyes said differently. The room was silent after that, only the quiet crackling of the wood and sparks, joined with the occasional turning of Ollie’s book, filled the room. The clock in the corner was silent as the hands moved in circles around the border. It was twelve. “Lunch.” You pointed out to Ollie before standing.

The lad made no movement. “Go enjoy it with your boyfriend.” He smirked. “I’m taking chip down the road to get some food.” As Ollie stood, you couldn’t help but ogle him. “Chip?” You whispered quietly. “Mh, he’s a good boy.” You nodded before opening the door. “Tell him I’ll take him out later this week?” It wasn’t really a question, but you’d phrased it as one. Making your way out of the small room, you headed toward the stairs to Alfie’s— well, it was your office too. You’d never get use to climbing twenty steps a day, up and down, up and down, so when you reached the top, you heaved a sigh of relief before opening the door and stepping inside.

Thomas Shelby sat across from Alfie and you bit your lip in surprise and apology. “Mr. Shelby.” You tipped your head toward him before looking to Alfie. “I’m sorry I didn’t knock, love, just came to get my lunch.” You explained softly before trying to read Alfie’s gaze. His eyes were wide and pleading, but you weren’t sure why. Thomas licked his lips before setting his unlit cigarette down on the desk and turning in his chair to face you. “Why don’t you sit in on the meeting? We’re discussing the next dinner arrangements.” You lifted a brow slowly. “Mr. Shelby, will I ever have Alfie to myself?” You shot him a grin before stepping toward your desk. One step and Alfie cleared his throat. “Right, pet, come here, don’t be shy, yeah.” Your brows furrowed lightly. “I’m not being shy Alfie..” you spoke softly, unsure what he expected from you. “Then why haven’t you kissed me? Ain’t seen you all fucking day, have I, right, then you come in and don’t bother saying hello.” You were confused. He wanted you to kiss him? Just like that? Licking your lips, your small fingers wrapped around each other. “Youre entirely too desperate, I think I’ll have to find another lover.” Tommy couldn’t hide his smirk at your words. Folding his arms, he looked to Alfie. “Right, okay, Tommy, does Grace greet you with a kiss? Yeah, I bet she fucking does.” Thomas nodded once, removing his lighter from his pocket so he could light the end of the stick. In those few seconds, when the flame made its presence known and kissed the end of Tommy’s cigarette, you crossed the room to give Alfie exactly what he’d asked for. It wasn’t the way you wanted your first kiss with him to be, so you wouldn’t let it linger. Not at all. The second you dipped your head to press your lips to his own, he’d leaned in, more eager than any man you’d ever met. Your mouths connected for hardly a second before you pulled back, ignoring the tingling sensation of enjoyment that tickled your lips. “Shes a fucking tease.” Alfie whispered softly, shrinking back in his seat as he looked to Thomas. “Maybe she doesn’t like an audience.” Tommy pointed out before sighing. “Right, I told you what I came for, so I’ll see you tonight?” He stood, adjusting the position of his coat before he bid goodbye to Alfie and then to you. His coat swished along with his movements as he turned on his heel and left.

“What the hell was that about?” You whispered the second the man had left the room. “The kiss or the meeting?” He asked, eyes glued to the paper, scribbled on with permanent ink. “Both.” You stated, hands finding your curvy hips. “He’s asked us to join him for dinner again.” He spoke softly, lifting the spectacles around his neck to his eyes. “Care to join me?” The room was silent for a few moments, very quiet until he set the paper down and fixed you with an inquisitive look. You nodded softly. “Sure..” You answered softly, simultaneously taking a few steps toward your desk. “And the kiss?” You lowered yourself down on to the chair in the corner, breaths deepening due to the topic. “Ah, pet, that was hardly a fucking kiss, right, your mouth was on mine for a second, maybe.” You looked at him in confusion. “I didn’t think it polite for me to shove my tongue down your throat in front of him, Alfie.” The man grunted roughly. “Would’ve been a hell of a lot better than a bird’s peck.” Your brows furrowed. “I’ll do better next time.” You assured him, unsure of why he was complaining so much. At least you’d kissed him. “Do you even know how to kiss, pet? We’ve had the opportunity, right, quite a few fucking times, and yeah people get in the way, yeah, they fucking do, but you pull back so fast, it makes me fucking think, yeah, that you have no experience with kissing.” The man was rubbing his fingers together in thought, eyes distant as he replayed the moments of almost-kisses in his head. You frowned visibly. “Of course I know how to kiss.” It was obvious that you were offended, to some extent, so Alfie shook his head. “I didn’t mean it like that, right, I’m really asking, out of sheer fucking curiosity.”

The room was hot and you felt like you had to make a point. Your chair moaned as you stood, relieved as you lifted your weight off of it. It took you no time at all to cross the room, approaching Alfie with confidence and bravery. “Easy, girl.” He spoke softly, lowering his spectacles. “Whatever you do in private, that’s between you and I, meaning that if you kiss me right now, yeah, it’s because you want to, not because you have to.” He pointed out. His words were thin with warning and thick with want. He moved his arms away from his lap and instead settled them on the arms of his chair, as if inviting you to have a seat on his thighs. So you did. Practice made perfect and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting this lead to anything more than a kiss. Your small hands settled down on top of his forearms, leg lifting to settle beside his hip so you could smoothly sit down on top of him. Two years of friendship and two years of being nothing but a trustworthy person— assistant for Alfie, it would all go out the window if this lead to something more and that something led to nothing but shit. You didn’t care in the moment. You just wanted to kiss him. Your small hand lifted to the side of his cheek, guiding him forward and into you so when you finally kissed, he met you halfway. Your mouths fit together like missing pieces to a puzzle and you ignored the feelings of pleasure and delight that coursed through your body. Alfie’s lips were warm and full, bigger than your own, but they fit quite perfectly against your own, slanted neatly. His beard scratched your lips and chin, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable sensation, just a new one. A new one that you wanted to feel many times after this. Your hand slid to the back of his head, nails roaming through his already messy hair as you kissed him. Your tongue slid smoothly over his own when he opened his mouth. You’d never been addicted to a kiss before. Never the taste, never the feel, never the man. You could feel the want growing in your stomach, but you ignored it easily. Alfie leaned back in his chair, head hitting the back of the seat as he gave into you fully. His sole focus was on your mouth, determined to show you how good of a kisser he was as well. His hands lifted away from the arms of the chair to instead hold your waist. His fingers sunk into the fabric of your dress, dragging your small body closer to his own. Alfie was quite noisy when kissing, which wasn’t what you’d expected. His kisses were accompanied by small grunts and groans of approval, noises which made your heart skip a beat. His noises prompted your own quiet mews of enjoyment.

The pair of you should’ve expected the intrusion. The door was opened wide and three men stood in the doorway. Chip was flushing a bright shade of red, hands wringing together around the dirty rag he clutched in his palms. “M-Mr. Solomons, Sir, I’m very sorry.” Ollie stood behind Chip, mouth agape and eyes flicking between you and Alfie. Your lips were swollen and red from the passionate kiss, cheeks similar in color from your embarrassment. You moved to climb off of Alfie, but he held you in place, dark eyes glazing over with annoyance at the boys. The third lad was just another worker who must’ve trotted alongside the other boys to give whatever news they’d come to deliver. Chip looked to Ollie who didn’t budge from his space until he was nudged by the unknown boy. “Mr. Solomons, there’s a man downstairs walking around. Nobody knows who he is or how he got in. We’ve come to ensure you knew about it. Looks Italian, Sir.” Alfie straightened, brows drawing together. “Up, lass.” He whispered. You eagerly leapt up from his lap before retreating over to the corner and setting down at your own desk, eyes low and hair effectively shielding your face. “Come on then, boys, show me where.” He grabbed his cane and revolver, tucking the weapon away in the deep pocket of his slacks. “You-“ He casted a glance in your direction, effectively drawing your attention to him. “Stay put. Don’t come wandering downstairs.” He growled lowly before making his way out of the room. Being told what to do didn’t sit well with you, now all you wanted to do was follow.

The curls that hung in front of your face were pushed back sharply before you stood. Peering out of the window in the office, you watched Alfie descend the stairs, hobbling along with his cane at his side. You folded your arms. Because you kissed him, did he think he had control over you? Your brain told you to sit the hell down and stop trying to make this a bigger deal than it was, but your heart lurched forward painfully, reminding you that all your life people had told you to ‘do this, do that, obey me, listen.’ Your hand wrapped around the doorknob, head falling foreward to rest against the wood. Alfie was your boss. You released the handle. You needed to listen to him. Stepping back and away from the door, you fell back on to the seat by your desk and shut your eyes. Everything would be okay.

It was okay. For ten minutes and then you heard a gun shot. The world seemed to stop in those few moments where you briefly wondered if it was Alfie who’d fired. But what if it wasn’t? Your body was up and off of the seat in seconds, heeled boots digging roughly into the floorboards as you moved toward the door. You threw the wood open and another shot fired. “Alfie!” You shouted loudly, eyes moving along the men as each one of them sprinted as quickly as they could toward the exit. You should’ve been doing the same, but you didn’t see Alfie in the pile. Ollie? Yes, he was running. Chip? He was hard to miss, he was at the front. Your feet carried you down the stairs, eyes wide and wild as the men, going in the opposite direction as you, pushed through you, chattering loudly as they hurriedly rushed. “You fucking cowards, Where’s Alfie!” You shouted over the lot of them, but nobody replied, they were too busy. Too busy leaving. The distillery was silent when the men finally left. There was no echo of their footsteps or shouting from their scattered voices. You made your way down the corridor, brows pulled together. Where was Alfie?

Coming to a stop at the end of the hall, you peered around the corner. He stood, shoulders broad and head tilted down at the body that lay on the floor. The blood that coated the hard ground was a bright red and very hard to miss. Alfie’s feet were stood in the puddle, revolver held in his right hand, aimed at the floor. “A-Alfie?” You spoke up softly. Your voice carried around the perimeter of the room, throat tightening when he didn’t respond. Had he been shot and the blood at his feet was a mixture of his and the man on the floor? The man on the ground was laid face down, unmoving. He had to be dead. You took a small step forward, moving so slowly and so cautiously, he wouldn’t have been able to hear you approaching, even if he’d been listening. When you reached the back of his body, your small hand lifted, gently pressing against his stiff back. “Alf-“ He spun around, ready to gun down anyone else who dare enter his business without his permission. His hand was locked around the back of your neck, gun lifting to press against the underside of your jaw, but he halted the second his eyes met yours. The frown on his face was evident and very deep. Dropping the unloaded gun on to the floor, it hit the pool of blood before he drew you in tightly to his chest, seeking the comfort only you’d ever been able to give him. Your small arms trapped him against you, curling around his neck securely as you held him close to you. “It’s alright.” You whispered against his ear.

It wasn’t. You had no idea who the man was, what he’d been in Alfie’s distillery for, why he was snooping around, or where the hell he had come from, but Alfie had put a single bullet straight through the center of the man’s head and another in his heart. Whatever the man had said to Alfie, he hadn’t taken lightly. Despite your words of comfort, he nuzzled into your further, searching for something more. He was touching you as if he couldn’t believe you were real, as if he needed proof. “What did he say, Alfie?” You whispered softly, brows drawing together in confusion, but you didn’t pull away and even if you’d tried, you were sure he’d tighten his grip. His hands were gentle as they slid along your back, lips so close to the skin of your cheek, you couldn’t tell if he was contemplating kissing your skin or if he was just hunched over in such a position that that was what it seemed like. He offered no verbal response so you pressed a little harder. Turning your head to the side, your nose brushed against his own, fingers lifting away from his back to instead find his cheek. “Alfie..” His lips were so close to your own. You would’ve kissed him if he hadn’t spoken. “The Italians found out my weakness.” Your brows drew together, lips twitching as his breaths hit your mouth, waiting for him to continue. What the hell was his weakness? Your eyes searched his silently, thumb grazing his facial hair. He closed his eyes so you assumed he enjoyed it. He could feel the curiosity radiating off of you. The need to know what his weakness was, so he finally spoke up. “You.”

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I hope you guys enjoyedddd this!!!!!!! AGAIN sorry to leave you randomly in the middle, but everything will play out better in the next chapter, otherwise this would’ve been like a 10,000 worded one😂 which I doubt you guys would mind. Maybe the next one I’ll make super long (;

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@jhoomwrites emoji fic challenge

Third of three emoji ficlets for @jhoomwrites emoji fic celebration.

This one IS NOT beta read, so all the mistakes, run on sentences, tense changes and all those other word crimes are entirely my own. Apologies in advance.

Fic is under the cut

No warnings really

DCJ, fluff, smut implied but not shown

Emojis:  Unicorn, snowflake,astonished face,desert,ticket  (mine is more of mention of plane itinerary)

The Novak family ski lodge was much larger than Dean expected, he knew the family was crazy wealthy but WOW . Considering it was only him and Jimmy here this weekend it felt entirely unnecessary. They could’ve just stayed in their apartment.  Dean had been rooming with the Novak twins since freshman year of college, all three of them were pre med at the time. Now they were all in their last year of med school. Dean was hoping to be in pediatrics, Jimmy had a passion for surgery and Castiel was going into sports medicine.  This week that they had off was an extremely rare time.  Dean should be enjoying himself but he was so use to it always being the three of them he was thrown off by Cas not being there. Castiel chose to go rock climbing in some desert in the midwest with Inias, Alfie, and Max.  Cas had been acting odd ever since Jimmy and Dean made it official that they were dating.

Currently Jimmy was trying entirely too hard to cheer Dean up, forcing him to watch Charlie the Unicorn, they were curled up together on an incredibly comfortable microfiber sofa, watching the largest smart TV Dean had ever seen, it was currently streaming You Tube,  which Dean was only half paying attention to, while Jimmy laughed beside him. Dean was pouting without realizing it.

The video paused and only then did Dean realize that he had zoned out.

Jimmy sighed “Seriously Dean, are you going to ruin this entire vacation because Cas chose different plans?”

“It’s always us three Jimmy” Dean mumbled “I just miss my friend, with our hours we never see each other” Dean wouldn’t meet Jimmy’s eyes.

Jimmy eyed his boyfriend suspiciously. “is that it or are you jealous that he’s out with 3 ridiculously hot guys?”   

Dean stammered  “uh..wh- why? why would I care who he’s with, i'm  just upset we hardly see him anymore”

Jimmy nodded, but didn’t press the issue  “this is the last and only vacation we’re going to see for a good long while, and our first vacation in what feels like forever, don’t ruin it by overthinking Dean”

Dean sat up and took a deep breath, ran his fingers through his hair “I know!, this is just new, I can’t help but feel like he’s pissed at us, like he might feel like a third wheel”

Jimmy chuckled “well our last vacation you and I weren’t together yet, maybe he just wanted to give us time alone, we do live together after all”

Dean stood up and walked over to the huge A frame windows overlooking the ski resort, “please Jimmy with our hectic schedules we hardly live together, we’re never all home at the same time more than one night a week, and  we’re asleep when we are”  he poured himself a drink from the bar near the window.  He felt Jimmy come up behind him, it was almost 9pm and the snow was coming down heavy.  Jimmy began kissing a trail from Dean’s shoulder to his ear, he set his chin on Dean’s shoulder and gazed at their reflection in the window.

Jimmy cleared his throat “alright, i suppose I should fess up, Cas did have ulterior motives for going off on his own.”  Dean turned in his arms

Dean looked worried “so he is mad?”

Jimmy ran his hand over his face, huffed out a breath “no, no he’s extremely happy for us, he wanted me to have time with you to talk to you about furthering our relationship, and he had--” Jimmy looked around like he lost something “where?”  he patted his back pockets “where the fuck did i put it?”

Dean’s eyebrows shot to his hairline “wha--furthering our-- wait, i’m so fucking confused right now” Jimmy was flustered and that never happened.  Jimmy was usually unshakable and went with the flow. Jimmy being flustered made Dean anxious.

They were both interrupted by the sound of a skype call from the laptop setting on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Jimmy rolled his eyes and his entire body followed and he looked like he was ready to smite the laptop “arrggghhh! Fuuuuck I forgot about the lack of time difference, I was suppose to talk to you about all of this before Cas called tonight”

Dean looked at the clock, “Cas is in Arizona, there should be a couple hours between us” something wasn’t right.

Jimmy’s eyes went impossibly wide and they both glanced at the laptop and at each other, a silent dare, then they both bolted for the laptop.  Dean jumped over the sofa and answered the skype call before Jimmy could get to it.  Cas’s smiling face was on the other side.  He looked extremely happy and seeing his friends face made Dean smile.

Everyone began talking at once

“Hello Dean, seeing your smiling face I’m assuming the gift went over well?”

“Hey Cas, your brother’s a dumbass he doesn’t think there’s a time difference between Arizona and the East Coast!”

“Cassie NO I didn’t bring up the gift yet!”

Everyone stopped talking at once.

Cas’s face turned stone sour and seething with anger all he replied was “yes James is a dumbass”

Jimmy’s face in the reverse camera looked like he just got caught stealing

Dean was simply confused “gift?, what...gift, guys what the hell is going on?”

The skype call ended on Cas’ side without warning and Dean was staring at a blank screen when Jimmy’s phone rang with Castiel’s ringtone.  Jimmy looked apologetically at Dean and answered his phone while walking toward the stairs to the upper floor.

“yeah i know Cas, YES of course this is what I want, i’m sorry---yes i know you’re on a time limit, look i’ll fix it, just go ahead and----” Dean didn’t hear anymore as Jimmy disappeared up the steps into one of the upstairs rooms.

Dean had no clue what the hell just happened. He shut down the laptop and moved it aside. He spied a dark blue shimmering envelope under the laptop with his name scrawled on it in Cas’ hand writing.  It had his name on it so he opened it.  Inside was a plane itinerary and a letter from Cas.

Dean,

By now I hope that Jimmy has talked to you and explained our unique relationship.  I hope that you understand why we hid it from you all these years.  I also hope that the explanation helps you understand my distance lately, as well as my hopes of furthering our relationship. There is no one else I can picture myself with. If you’re agreeable to it all, I am all set to join you both for the rest of our vacation.  

If not, well, if not then I’ve made a fool of myself, and I’ll be on a plane for Arizona soon,  but I won’t come between you and Jimmy.

I’m in love with you Dean and I don’t know when or if that will change. Jimmy and I also share more of a bond than brothers should.  So l will not lie and pretend that it will be easy to get over either of  you. I will, however, if that is what it takes to keep you in my life in some capacity.  Our friendship won’t change it is simply something I will have to learn to deal with.

My distance is a survival mechanism you see.

I’ll talk to you when I call.

-I love you both,

Cas     

Dean was crying. When did he start crying? He wiped the tears away and glanced at the plane itinerary. Cas was due to catch a flight in a little over two hours FOR Arizona, not FROM Arizona. So where the hell was Cas calling from just now?  Still holding the envelope, he walked over to the window again and replayed the past almost 8 years in his head.  

He had heard rumors about the Novak twins, but he never thought them true, I mean he lived in that apartment with them. Then again... They never dated anyone, thinking back on it. He never saw either of them with anyone. They would have tell tell marks that they had been some “one night stand” but they never had a relationship and Dean never saw anyone do the walk of shame out of their apartment. They always said they were focused on their school and work when friends would try to set them up.  

If they were more than just brothers, if they were sexually together….uhm. Well, first of all, Dean wasn’t as bothered by that as he probably should be. His  libido was all for that, the sex with Jimmy was mind blowing, how different would Cas be? He would be lying if he said he hadn’t had more than a few fantasies about them both.

How did they hide it from him?  Again though, they weren’t together ALL the time.  Dean let his forehead lean against the cool glass and he shut his eyes.

Most importantly,  Cas loved him. Jimmy had already expressed his love for Dean. Dean had never been more close to anyone than the twins. A relationship with both? Could that fill the pit that had developed since Cas starting distancing himself?   Had this all been planned? Was Jimmy’s endgame for all  3 of them eventually being together?  Were they easing Dean into it?  Was Jimmy still sleeping with Cas while he was with Dean?  No...no, Jimmy’s not like that.

There was a whisper “Dean?”

Dean didn’t move and didn’t open his eyes, but the envelope and it’s contents fell from his hand and hit the floor.  He felt Jimmy’s hands run up his arms and begin to massage the tight muscles in his neck… wait those were most certainly not Jimmy’s hands, Jimmy’s were smooth, very well cared for, never seen manual labor hands. These hands were too calloused, too--- his head shot up, eyes wide at the reflection in the glass and two sets of blue eyes staring back at him.  Cas was massaging Dean’s neck and shoulders.

“Wh--where did you come from?”  Dean managed to choke out before he turned around to stare at his best friends.

A small smirk, almost  apologetic pulled at Cas’ mouth. “the east wing”

Because of course this fucking ski  “lodge” had separate wings.

Staring at a space on the floor between the twins, swallowing around the lump in his throat “you never left for Arizona…” Dean nodded to himself, thinking out loud really, he felt his eyes sting. There was no way he was going to cry in front of them.  They’ve all cried, as med students, they’ve all felt the pressure, they’ve already dealt with loss, but he was not going to cry over this in front of them.  “you both love me”, I-- I can’t choose between--” Then he looked at them both and saw their watery eyes and the tears came spilling out.

Castiel looked from Dean to Jimmy and slowly guided Dean into Jimmy’s arms.

“Fix it Jimmy” was the only thing said and in that older sibling dealing with a petulant younger sibling tone. Dean used that tone on Sam often. When Cas began to let go of Dean, Dean grabbed on and pulled both men to him in an awkward three way hug.  He heard dual relieved chuckles in his ears.

“I already know the truth, you assholes, Cas, i read your letter and Jimmy was trying to explain before your call, and i’ve heard rumors, i’m not completely fucking stupid” Dean’s throat tightened.

“We never said you were Dean--“Jimmy began

“but are you okay with us Dean, like with all 3 of us in a relationship?”  Cas finished

Dean pulled back and smiled, “my two best friends as my boyfriends...yeah, I’m good with that, actually this is the first i’ve been completely at ease and happy since Jimmy and I got together...no offense Jimmy but something was missing”

Jimmy nodded and looked at Cas “i know the feeling Dean, just so you know Cas and I--we weren’t together...like that...while you and I were--”

“He didn’t cheat on you Dean” Castiel spoke up. “It’s not just sex Dean, it’s not just us dating,  It’s stuff like this, that we need to discuss as well, boundaries and the dynamics of how a poly relationship is going to work with us and specifically since the idea of Jimmy and I is so taboo and it takes extra communication and no offense Dean but you really suck at communication unless it’s with children and--”

“--and Cas is a bossy asshat Dean, I mean it! You think he’s a difficult roommate, he’s worse in bed” Jimmy interrupted and laughed. Cas’ serious face came back.

“Jimmy is a needy constantly horny  insufferable---” Cas began but was cut off by Jimmy’s mouth on his. It wasn’t a dirty kiss, just enough to prevent Cas from going on the same tirade Jimmy just experienced over the phone.  Jimmy pulled back to a shocked look from Cas, “you don’t think he already knows what I’m like in bed?” Jimmy laughed then he remembered Dean was there.  they both turned to look at Dean’s reaction.

He looked astonished but happy “yeah, i’m so okay with this, but how did you guys know I would be”  Jimmy rolled his eyes “Dean you talk in your sleep  SO MUCH, seriously dude you never shut up”

Cas shyly looks at Dean, “we knew before Jimmy ever asked you out. You fell asleep studying and--”

Jimmy interrupted “and we both got a front row seat to all manner of wonderful happy noises from you and both of our names being moaned at different intervals” Jimmy’s smile was predatory now.

Cas began his speech again about communication, but Jimmy took both their hands and began pulling them toward the master suite.  “no!--, shut up Cas, and Dean stop thinking,  we’ve talked enough for now, I have waited MONTHS to get you BOTH in the same bed.  We’re fucking this out and we can talk in the morning over breakfast!”

“Jimmy-- no”--Cas warned

“Jimmy-- YES” -- Dean laughed and began to pull Cas along with Jimmy

Cas glanced over at Dean as they passed through the door to the bedroom, Dean’s smile made all the remaining hesitation leave Cas’s mind, Dean’s mouth was on his and Jimmy shut the door behind  the three of them, effectively shutting out the world.

~end~

[tsukuyomi-chan]

Bleeding on Beds of Flowers Chapter 3

Ah yes, GIRS Crisis ep 16, the “Date”.

Do you ever think about that one time Bushiroad’s twitter page put out “Have you found the Luna to your Am” for Valentine’s Day and just think about what kind of foreshadowing that was?  I do. A lot.  I love Rummy Labyrinth just wanted to share that once again.

(Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4)

Chapter 3: All Alone (With You)

Preparation for the fifth G-Quest goes smoothly, or about as smoothly as hectic planning and frantic rehearsals can go.  Even Am agrees that the week has gone better than most.  And hearing that should make Luna pleased.  It should make Luna happy that even Am’s pleased by their current work.

But Am has been acting weird lately.  Her business smile is more present than ever, and Luna can visibly see the exhaustion in her shoulders now.  Am disappears during breaks, when she’s usually in the break room with Luna or discussing other performance possibilities with the directors.  But Am always shows up right on time as soon as the break ends, tired but ready to work.

Except today.

It’s already five minutes into rehearsal time, but Am’s nowhere to be seen.  She disappeared at the beginning of their break like usual, but hadn’t showed up afterwards.  And Luna’s worried.  She and some of the staff wander around the halls, trying to locate the girl.

Luna crosses a corridor, and finally finds Am sitting in the corner of the dead end of the hallway. Relief floods her, and she’s about to call out to the other when she stops.

Am’s legs are curled up to her chest as she sits right up in the corner of the hall, shadows falling across her hair from the lack of lighting.  It’s the janitor hall, no one comes down it during the daytime, and the lights are always off to save power.  Am doesn’t seem to mind, and she just sits there motionless, one hand clenched around the mitten charm on her backpack next to her.  Even in the dark, Luna can see the sadness on Am’s face.

It scares Luna.  

“A-Am, rehearsal’s about to start…”  Luna stutters out.

It startles Am, and she finally moves to look at Luna.  Her hand falls off of the mitten charm.  “Oh no, is it that time already?”  Am pulls out her phone, only to make a frustrated noise at it.  “It ran out of battery!  No wonder the alarm didn’t go off!”  

She stands up in a hurry, swinging her backpack over one shoulder.  “I’m sorry, were you worried?  I’ll apologize to the staff about it.”  Am says, walking quickly over to her side.  

She looks fine now, like the usual business Am.  But there’s brittleness in her voice that Luna knows wasn’t there before, like this persona was glass and could shatter at any moment.

“Am,” Luna starts, “are you… alright?”  She can feel the words fall out of her mouth weakly.  It sounds dumb, like she was a child who didn’t know how to properly enunciate feelings.  But Am looks surprised, and it takes a few moments for the business smile to return.

“I’m fine, Luna. Let’s go before we waste any more time.” Am says, as if everything’s back to normal.

It doesn’t make Luna feel any better.

Am did have alternate work, with at least five cellphones in her backpack at all times, which Luna wasn’t too clear about but knew that it took up a lot of her spare time.  So for most of their off-days, Luna would go on quests to try and improve her own skills, or call Tokoha and Kumi and hang out if they were close by.  She had fun hanging out with friends.  They could talk about little things and enjoy each other’s company.  

It comes up in conversation, and it practically smacks her in the head that day that Luna doesn’t know much about Am’s personal life.  Am’s show persona always took first priority, and they were both always discussing the now that Luna figured Am’s life must have been just like this before meeting her as well.  But the cold of January, even with only a light shower of snow last week, was surely settling in, and Am seemed even more distant than usual.  They never hung out unless it was about work, but now Am had even less free time, and said Luna had graduated from their teaching fights so there was no more need for them.  Luna had no idea what Am was thinking about, or doing right now.  Am handled a lot more work than Luna did, and she guessed it was just because of that, but she laments about it to Tokoha and Kumi anyways.

“Am hasn’t been very cheerful lately.  She never tells me anything.”  Luna laments, attacking Kumi’s vanguard and sipping her soda at their café table.  “Our work’s going well, and I’ve been getting better at vanguard too.”

“Better than me…”  Kumi sobs to Tokoha.

“But it doesn’t seem like there’s anything in our work that would make her so depressed and sad.” Luna sighs.  “I wish she would talk to me.”

Tokoha and Kumi look at each other simultaneously.  “What if you made her chocolates?  Valentines Day is coming up soon too!”  They both say happily.  Luna stares at them.

Buying chocolates for Am seems like the perfect idea.  She had never given or received chocolates before, but giving Am a present might cheer her up.  

Giving Am chocolates.

As friends.

Nothing more.

That leads to them buying chocolate ingredients, and Luna spotting the familiar figure of Am walking down the street from the mall overpass.  And somehow Tokoha and Kumi say the right words, and Am gets dragged into their group for today.

It’s fun.  It’s the most fun Luna’s had in ages, and Am’s beside her the entire time.  They take pictures together.  They try on clothes together.  They get interrogated by Kumi on how much money they make.  They start arguing about food, and Am and Tokoha face off. It’s incredibly fun.

“I hear they’re opening a new café in this mall next month, and they’re supposed to have amazing chocolate cake!”  Kumi smiles as they walk off to the food court.  “We should all go once it opens!”

“That might be tough. After the G-Quests, we’re going to have to work harder than ever to keep up this momentum for Rummy Labyrinth. But I’m sure we’ll find time, right Luna?”  Am says, nudging Luna in the side.

After the G-Quests. Luna’s legs stop working, and she stops walking as the others keep going.  What was she going to do after the G-Quests?  There’s only two weeks left for the G-Quests.  Fourteen days and counting.  “Y-Yeah,” Luna says, but her voice is strained, and she can feel the stem and leaves of a carnation climbing her throat, the flower threatening to leave her lips.

“Ah!  I think I left my phone at the jewelry shop we were just at!” Tokoha exclaims, and Kumi panics with her.  “You two go find seats, me and Luna can go back and search for it!”  

Tokoha grabs her hand and they run down the hall of stores, past two corners and into the mall washrooms. Luna’s glad Tokoha understands, and the girl waits outside the washroom stall as Luna coughs up more flowers until she can feel air flowing into her lungs again.

“Does Am-chan not know?” Tokoha asks as they head back to the food court.

Luna shakes her head. “Most of the workers do now, after I discussed it with my manager.  But I’d rather not bother Am with it, in the end.”  Her throat felt restricted as she coughed up a few more petals into her hand.

“Are you considering the surgery?”

“I don’t know…”  Luna says.  It’s a scary thought, losing memories of all this.

“Hanahaki Disease is scary, but so is romance.”  Tokoha says. “Nobody’s good at it.  Even if you decide to have the surgery, me and Kumi-chan will always be your friends.”

“But Am…”

Am would move on, and Luna would lose all memories of her.

Luna coughs some more, and a red carnation falls past her hands.  Tokoha catches it before it hits the ground and anyone else sees.  “It’s pretty.”  She says softly.  “Did you know?  Red carnations are a very popular flower.  They symbolize admiration.  But darker red carnations symbolize deep love.”

Luna looks at the carnation in Tokoha’s hand, so soft and delicate and pretty.  “It’s the colour of blood.”  She comments.

Tokoha makes an idle noise of agreement.  “But I think if you’re not willing to bleed for love, then it’s not worth it.”

They toss the petals into a recycling bin and walk to the table where Am and Kumi are waiting. Luna goes off to buy food with Kumi, and they win free food for being their 100,000th customers.  Am even agrees to go with her to get cream puffs next week.  Luna feels so happy, her throat barely bothers her.

The sun sets and darkness blankets the city, but it’s still bright sitting on the bench under the brightly lit Ferris wheel with Am.  It’s getting late and cold, the weather report said it would snow soon, and the day will have to end, and then Luna will be back to her usual schedule of rehearsals, practice, lessons, and Am.  She wonders how much more of this she can have.

Am stares up at the glittering lights of the Ferris Wheel, and Luna looks up as well, trying to find Tokoha and Kumi from her spot.  A kid and parent walks by happily, and Luna smiles at how cute they are together.  “Hey Am,” she starts, but falters once she sees Am’s expression.

“I hate this season.” Am says, quietly, softly, as if it might disappear in the falling snow along with everything else.  “It always reminds me of something bad that happened. I was five years old.  It was someone dear to me.  Someone incredibly precious to me.”  Am is quiet, her hand naturally reaching out for the mitten on her bag.  “You found this for me once.  It’s a keepsake of that person, and of our bond.  I lost everything that day.  That’s why I hate this season.  That’s why I get depressed every time─”

Luna wonders why it took her so long to notice.  She wonders if it was just because she’s dense, or because she had been too busy holding in the flowers in her lungs, that she only ever sees Am give other people are business smiles and nothing else.  She wonders why it didn’t occur to her until today that Am is as human as Tokoha or Kumi or Chrono or Shion or even herself.  She wonders why it didn’t occur to her until now that Am is also lonely.

Luna grips Am’s hand, and she hears Am let out a shaky breath, and Luna would bleed for as long as necessary if it meant Am could heal.  

“But… nobody ever noticed that before.  Nobody until now.  I’ve tried so hard to hide these feelings… and yet…”

The darkness and the cold don’t bother her.  The roots constricting and binding her lungs and heart don’t bother her.  She just wants to hang onto Am’s hand and warmth for as long as it takes for Am to smile again.

The gravity of her situation finally hits her Friday morning, a day before their next G-Quest performance, when it’s 7:00am but Am still isn’t in the lobby of the apartment building to leave and she isn’t answering her phone.  Their driver also looks worried, and sends her up to Am’s apartment with a spare key to check on the girl.  Luna enters the apartment as quietly as she can, while also calling out the girl’s name quietly.  Am’s apartment is messier than hers, with piles and piles of documents on the kitchen counter and dining table that Luna couldn’t begin to understand.  

Luna creeps into the bedroom, sees Am still asleep in her bed, curled up innocently under the butterfly print blanket, and she lets out a sigh of relief as she approaches quietly. Luna kneels next to the front of the bed, leaning on the bed post as she takes out her phone and sends a text to Enishi and their driver that they’re going to be a bit late.  It’s a good thing Am always insists on showing up half an hour early to help out with the other staff’s work, so they have some extra time to make up for what’s lost.  Am always has so much extra work, it must have tired her out.

Am looks so much younger when asleep.  She’s still fast asleep, face half buried into the pillow, with the blanket pulled under her chin, snoring lightly.  Am snores. It’s cute, and Luna takes a picture with her phone, giggling quietly, then lets out a silent yelp as Am moves, turning her body to face Luna.

“Mom…”  She hears Am groan, shifting under the sheets.  “Dad…”  Her face scrunches up and her hand emerges from under the blankets, reaching out and grasping the air blindly as Am hides her face further in the pillow.  

She’s trying to hold her mitten charm, Luna realizes.  Her backpack isn’t anywhere in the room though, so Luna reaches up to try and shake the other awake, but Am grabs her hand tight instead and Luna has to use her other hand to clamp over her mouth to stop herself from waking Am up accidentally.

“Don’t go, don’t go…” Am mumbles, pulling Luna’s hand closer until it’s being cradled tightly in her chest.  “Don’t leave me alone…”  And a tear drips onto the pillow.

“I…” Luna starts, chokes, and coughs a messy trail of carnations down her shirt.  She can feel her heart restricting from the flowers, and she needs to leave now before Am sees the mess she’s made.  She needs to leave before Am finds out.  But she just doesn’t want to let go of Am’s hand.

The deep blood red petals clash with Am’s blue hair, but they’re both soft and gentle and it makes Luna’s heart ache as she strokes Am’s hair with her free hand, watching more tears fall.  She feels so useless.

“Don’t go…”

Luna tries imagining that those words are for her.

[peachesncreamkookies]

Empty Words Part 2

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5

Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Summary: Moving to the big city for some inspiration as an aspiring young author, you run into an idol and your simple journey becomes more twisted than originally planned.

Pacing from wall to wall of the apartment, you question your decision and change your mind a good hundred times. On the one hand you think, what’s the harm? I might get a free meal, make a new friend and get to know the city I now live in better… But on the other hand you deny every reason for it to be okay because he’s an odd, disrespectful, rude man and he has nothing to offer you!

You knew deep down you would go anyway out of curiosity, knowing full well it would be interesting. It’s not like you had anything better to do. No friends or family in the city, still no inspiration for your book yet and not enough money to throw around at a bar or night club. Spending time on your own was something you did often and didn’t mind doing but it wasn’t everyday you were offered a night out in Seoul by a handsome singer who wanted to treat you.

It was 6:30pm and you basically spent the day unpacking and imagining the evening. You had half an hour and you began to go through all of your outfits. Not thinking too much about it, you decided to go casual, in jeans paired with a black shirt and jacket. Faint makeup and clean hair, you were ready with five minutes to make it down.

Heading out of the building, you make your way to the street next to the bin he tripped you at and wait. He strolls over to you at 7:02pm and you watch him. He bows mockingly and apologises for being late when you point to the time on your phone.

“Shall we begin milady?” You chuckle and curtsy sheepishly as he observed you. He also dressed casually in an oversized polo neck and baggy trousers. He held his arm out for you to take as if he was helping an old woman cross the road or a father at his daughter’s wedding. He frowned when you declined. 

“Why not? I mean you agreed to come which means you have to do everything I have planned! Do you want, the full, Kim Taehyung Seoul experience?!” He shouted in a way that an MC would on a cheesy game show. Deciding to play along you loop your arm under his and and salute. He lets escape another laugh, so goofy yet deep. You cough to the side hoping your flustered state leaves you but little did you know he was going to keep you in this state for a very, very long time. 

“So where are you taking me?” Looking up at him for a response, you were met with a cheeky rectangular grin and a deep chuckle. Of course it had to be a surprise. So cliche. “You know how cliche this is right? I mean have you genuinely considered it?” 

“Don’t you like it? Most girls would kill for this,” he scoffed, “you don’t know anyone here and need someone to show you the ropes. I just happen to be the one who got the pleasure.” He smiled sweetly and without warning started to speed up. Dragging you along the path behind him he swerved into a side street knocking you off balance. He turned around to catch you quickly and bent down to your eye level, hands on your arms. “Paparazzi found us and you don’t want them to ruin our date do you?” 

Without giving you time to answer, let alone process, he grabs your hand and breaks into a run. He holds onto you tightly and tries not to run too fast in case you fall. He makes another four turns before stopping in a dark alley next to some trash and presses you against the wall, leaning against your body. As you begin to protest, he covers your mouth with his hand and leans in to your ear and whispers.

“Please bare with this and please be quiet. Those guys can be relentless and we may have lost them.” He moves his head back and looks you in the eyes. He sighs, and moves off you, waiting for you to complain. He knew you weren’t the easy type to fawn over him and pull him closer. He also knew you were just using him out of boredom and you didn’t have a good view of him from yesterday. 

As he moved off you and appeared lost in thought you decided against throwing a tantrum. It couldn’t be easy for him having to deal with this on a daily basis. The flustered feeling hadn’t left you though so you peer out of the alley to check if anyone was in sight. Smiling you turned to him and nudged him forward.

“You’re eager aren’t you? And don’t worry, it’ll be worth it. Although,” he frowned looking disappointed, “the tour will have to wait for another day.” You can’t help it when your face falls, you were excited to see Seoul today and you basically got out of bed for nothing. “Don’t worry though, I will take you to eat. I hope this experience doesn’t overwhelm you though.” When your face lit up again a hint of a smile curled onto his lips as he began to lead you back in the direction of your apartment.

More turns left and right as he walked you quickly and he led you to a house. He knocked the door and waited patiently with a grin on his face. You heard a loud crash followed by a yelp from inside before someone stumbled to the door. A young man opened the door and eyed your companion.

“Where are your keys?” The frown quickly disappeared as he noticed you standing to the side awkwardly wondering what was going on. He looked back at his friend and revealed a devilish smile. “So you’re his plus one to dinner? Glad to be acquainted, I’m Namjoon.” He held out a hand to shake, a cast on his fingers, and bowed his head slightly and moved to the side to invite you in.

Gingerly stepping into the house, you took in your surroundings. Of course, who wouldn’t have known he’d take you to where he and all his band members live. Rolling your eyes at the situation you look around to see three men lounging around the room. Recognising each of them instantly, you registered Suga lying still on the couch, Jungkook on his phone on a chair across from him and Jin in the kitchen, hectically stirring something in a pot then whizzing around to chop something, darting to the fridge and sighing in exasperation.

Jungkook looked up from his phone and nervously approached you and bowed his head. “Hello, I’m Jungkook, you must be the girl who crashed into V hyung yesterday?” He stood at a comical distance as he waited for you to respond. Did he say that you crashed into him? Really? You whip your head around to face the culprit and point a finger at him.

“You are the one who wasn’t watching where you were going and tripped me over! Then you accepted an apology I did not give, you waited in my  apartment and made yourself tea while I made countless trips with boxes up and  the building. You also promised  a tour of Seoul.” Sighing, rant over you turn to see yourself surrounded all of the young men who lived in the house. You suddenly wanted to shrink and run away when you hear Jin begin to shout.

“How could you do this to her. This poor girl just arrived at the city and you didn’t even help her with her belongings? Where are your manners?” His voice was shrill as he roasted the younger member. Looking small and timid, he looked up to justify himself. Try to win back some brownie points with his eldest hyung.

“I made her tea though. Plus I brought her here to taste your amazing cooking.” Elbowed by Namjoon in the ribs, he was silenced as Jin turned to face you.

“Hi, I’m Seokjin, you can call me Jin. Pleased to meet you, can I get you anything?” Shaking your head, you took a seat at the dining room table where he guided you and refused your offers to help him. “Sorry about his behaviour by the way, it’s not everyday he bumps into someone like you. Food will be ready soon, just sit tight.”

The instant he turned around to start cooking again, the boys swarmed the table and looked at you. “This the first time you seen a girl or something?” They laugh at your remark and begin to introduce themselves. You had to admit they were a nice bunch. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you all too. Thank you to agreeing to let me join you for dinner, even though I didn’t know I was coming.” You shot a side glance at V and returned your view to the rest of the members.

“Taehyung-ssi what are you playing at? I hope you take her somewhere after dinner. If you don’t then I will.” Jimin seemed like a very nice man, maybe a little flirty. Smiling at his efforts, you blush under all the attention you were gathering. In all honesty, you were a girl surrounded by a group of very handsome men. It was a bit strange but if you didn’t think about it you could just enjoy it.

“So what type of thing are you hoping to write?” None of the others seemed at all interested about the topic of your work except Namjoon. He looked genuinely excited to be able to talk about books with someone. Thinking back you remember hearing that he was bilingual and must be quite intellectual. 

“Honestly I haven’t found my thing yet, you know? I came to Seoul because apparently my life was too boring with no inspiring breaking points in my life. I’ve never gone through trauma, been on an adventure, this is the first time even being outside of my hometown!” All eyes on you as the overwhelming truth spilled as you recounted the fact that you were in this large city, alone. Hands in your lap, face down you tried furiously to get your composure back and plaster a smile on your face. 

“That sounds really interesting, I hope you get the inspiration you need and I really look forward to reading your work when you have something.” He smiled genuinely at you from across the table, radiating passion for creativity and writing. You couldn’t help but beam back with a wide smile on your face. Have you ever received a compliment like that?

The mother bird waddled over with bowls of steaming hot food to bring to the table. He urged the younger members to get up and help him set the table and insisted on you doing nothing. “I heard what you said to Rapmon, having never left your hometown, I assume you don’t know anyone in this city. Even if that isn’t the case, if you ever need anything at all just drop by. Stay here, eat here, ask for anything and we will all do our best.” The rest of the members agree in unison. S o in sync, it was both mesmerising and a tad creepy.

After chowing down on Jin’s amazing home cooked meal and sharing general chatter at the table you really felt at home. A full stomach, good company and worry free. It was so nice. Taehyung got up from the table and began to get ready to leave again so you assumed he was going to walk you home. Following him out the door, you wave to your new friends and head out into the cool night. 

“I hope they weren’t too much. I figured a free meal would be good and introducing you to my friends. I know I didn’t get on your good side yesterday. I act stupid sometimes but I think you’ll need some friends living here. It’s a large city full of people but it’s so lonely. I’d like to be your friend.” He flashed an adorable smile and nodded his head at you. He took your arm again and walked you to your apartment.

“Do you want to come in for some tea? It’s not late yet and I don’t really… You don’t have to I mean you’re a busy celebrity. This was fun though-” Your words were faltering and you got jittery and started to panic. The move, his words, your whole situation suddenly caved in on you and you started to shake and trip over your words. Greeted by warm arms, he closed your door and held you as you nestled into his chest. Stroking your hair and cooing, he led you to your bed and tucked you in.

Arriving back with some steaming hot tea, he sat at the end of your bed and took your hand in his. The were so soft and pretty and much larger than yours, it felt so right. “You just met me, why are you being so kind to me?” He let go of your hand at the sudden resurfacing of memories and shook his head. 

“A story for another time maybe. How about you drink your tea and I leave you to rest in peace? I have practice tomorrow but I could drop by afterwards.” Wanting him to stay badly but denying yourself the courage to ask, you nod, both bashful and wary of the circumstances, you needed time to think. So much happened in the past couple of days and it all came crashing down, without leaving you time to process. 

Once you finished your tea, he squeezed your hand and walked out of the room not turning back. As soon as you heard him leave, you let out a long, tired sigh. Your brain was exploding with thoughts and questions so far left unanswered.

Did he say he didn’t want the paparazzi to ruin your date? Do you really just have a panic attack in front of an idol you met literally yesterday? Did Jin say it’s not everyday he bumped into a girl like you? What does that mean? You have no one in this city but you feel like you made some genuine friends today. Tae left you confused though, would he mind if you called him that? At first he was rude and strange, then he was holding your hand and running then pressing you up against a wall and whispering in your ear, observing you when he thought you weren’t looking, then he was looking after you and comforting you. He doesn’t seem like an easy person to understand, there’s so much going on there it’s overwhelming. 

Is the kind of eventful life your manager wanted for you? If so, it’s only your second night, what else could be in store for you?

(Fanfic re-uploading from old blog, continuing here)

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like a butterfly~ pt.3

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- Unspoken Words -

"Hello?"

"Hey, my friend." It's Joon.

"Wow, how long has it been since I last heard from you?"

He chuckles on the other line. "Sorry, that I've been neglecting my two favorite girls."

"Hey, I don't mind, you should worry about Lee." I pull the coat tighter around me, the early morning breeze making me shiver. "So, what's up why did you call?"

"I need to ask you to do something for me."

"I have a feeling it's for Lee."

I hear him chuckling. "You know me too well." The next few minutes, Joon proceeds to explain his plan to me and my part. "So romantic." I gush when he finishes.

"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you're on time."

"Have I ever not been?" At the entrance to the parking lot I spot the person I was meeting up with and wave in their direction. "Hey, I have to go now."

"Alright, ________, see you." Finishing the call, I slip my phone into my pocket and walk over to Jieun's brother. "As we make our way in, I can see all the fans waiting outside for their idols. "Wow, there are a lot of people here today."

"There is a special broadcast going on today." Which basically meant that there will be a lot of groups performing not just the ones who are promoting. "Most of the idols already arrived though. So I never understand why they are still here."

"They're dedicated, that's why." I lower my head seeing all the cameras and hurry after Sungmin who takes me in. "Aren't you busy?"

"Actually, I am."

"Go ahead then I should know the way." I've only been here a few times.

"Nah, my sister will murder me." Sungmin stops in the middle of the hallway. "Can you wait for me just a second? I need to notify the producer about something."

"Oh, yeah, sure." Patting my back, he then walks over to one of the doors and disappears into it. Awkwardly stranded in the middle of the hallway, I move back so the wall is behind me and patiently wait for Sungmin to finish up.

"________-ah."

I look up surprised to hear her voice. "Yejin-Eonni." Yejin runs up to me and even though she is smaller than me she throws her arms around my waist and spins me around. I laugh and hug her close when she puts me back on the ground. "It's been so long since I've last seen you."

"Yeah, right. I've been so busy lately." She pouts and holds my hand.

"Its not just you, I've been quite busy as well." I look at her manager, who was waiting for her. "Are you performing later on?"

"Yeah, will you watch?"

"Yes, of course. I'll never pass up on Miss Ailee's powerful performance." Her big grin can brighten anyone's day. "Good, I'm going to rehearsal soon. See you later."

"Ok." I nod enthusiastically and just like she always does she pats my butt. "Ailee fighting!"

"Wooh!" Bouncing up and down, she continues on her way making me smile.

~ ~ ~

True to my words, or more thanks to coincidence, I get to watch Ailee's rehearsal performance as I'm waiting for Jieun to arrive who according to Sungmin should be here anyway. But she wasn't, so being the protective friend that he is, Sungmin insists on waiting with me.

Finishing her rehearsal Ailee comes down the stairs, having seen me already she comes. "How was it?"

"Perfect as always." I touch a hand to my heart. "Your voice, Eonni, always makes me melt to the floor."

"So dramatic." She laughs at my expression.

I raise my eyebrow at her, teasingly. "I'm learning from my friends."

Her manager says something to her. "I have to go now. Will you be there for the actual performance?"

I look at my watch. "When is it?"

"According to the line up, it should be at 6."

"Yeah, I'll be bored to death till then but I guess I'll be there."

She pats my butt again. "You'll survive. Just come looking for me later if it's too unbearable."

"If I don't get lost in the process." I really should pay more attention to my surroundings.

"Just ask around. You will manage." She pulls me in for a quick hug. "I'll get going now."

Watching her leave, I see that someone had been standing behind me the entire time. "Aish, you trying to give me heart attack?" It also didn't help that it was so dark in here.

"Sorry," I know Sungmin was trying not to laugh. "But I didn't want to interrupt your conversation."

"Have you found Jieun-Eonni?" He had gone off in search for her.

"She's over there." He points at a petite figure talking to a camera man. "I really need to get going now but we can have lunch later."

"Yeah, sound goods. Thanks again." I give him a hug and watch as he exists the stage hall in a rush. I should have insisted for him to just go, seems like he really is very busy.

"________-ie." Jieun appears in front of me. "Hey, sorry for being late, it's been a hectic day."

"No problem, I don't have anything to do today anyway." I pull away from the hug. "Are you very busy? I can come back later. I'm actually staying for a friend's performance and seems like I'm also having lunch with Sungmin-Oppa."

Jieun's eyes focus on something behind me. "Hold on, ________. I'll be back in a minute. Stay here, don't move."

Wow, everyone is really busy today. I wonder what special broadcast they were doing. Waiting for Jieun to return, I watch the people around me. The camera men, the coordinators, and the artists.

My eyes widen when my they come in contact with Jin and I'm sure my jaw dropped. He looks at me for second with a normal expression and then too looks taken aback as he recognizes me. Although, I really didn't want to, I still bow out of manners and when I straighten up, I see that that had made it worse because now the person next to him had also turned around to face me. Jimin.

I try not to grimace as I bow once more, Jimin doing the same and even though they are across the room near the stage, I could tell that this was just as awkward for them as it was for me.

Luckily Jieun returns before I can grab any more of their attention. I smile when when looks at me apologetically. "I'm sorry about that, today is really an important day."

"What is it for?" I turn by back to Bangtan, so I don't get distracted.

"We are actually doing a summer show outside, but it rained earlier today so we have to do the rehearsals here until we can clean up the stage." She rambles on and I try not to smile at her anxious expression. "And everything is so messed up I think I'm going to go crazy."

"Eonni, calm down. You are amazing at your job." I rub her back and she sighs again apologetic.

"I'm so sorry, I wanted to have some lunch and deliver my mother's things but instead you keep having to wait."

"Stop apologizing. It's quite refreshing actually. I keep being in my classroom that I forgot how much more hardworking other people are. It kind of grounds me."

Jieun gives me the side eye. "Don't let your brother hear that."

"What? That I keep holing myself up with work?" I laugh. "Yeah, he really doesn't need to know."

"Have you visited him recently?" Her eyes briefly flash to something on the stage.

"Yeah, he asked about you." The lights go on on stage.

She runs her hand through her hair, stressed. "I really need to take a day off for him. I feel terrible." Again her eyes flash towards the stage and then she groans in frustration. "Can they do their work for once?"

When she moves to apologize I give her an understanding smile and tell her to go ahead. Just then my phone vibrated in my pocket. It's Minhyuk.

"What's up?"

"I'm sorry I had to leave early that night."

"Don't worry, I had your mother as company." I watch Jieun barking orders at a few staff members. "I wanted to drive her home but she insisted on taking a taxi."

"It's not even on your way." Like mother like son. "You drove your car home?"

"Yeah, I didn't drink. I can't, remember?" I also don't like the feeling of being drunk.

"Oh, I thought you might have built up a tolerance."

"No, no time for that." I hear a small commotion to my side and look to see that they had to move a few equipment to where I was currently standing.

"Where are you at right now? The connection is terrible."

"I'm inside the KBS building." I move to another spot, closer to where Bangtan was standing.

"—there?"

I have no other option than to acknowledge them now as I walk by them. "What did you say?"

"I asked you what you were doing there."

I spot Jieun looking at where I had stood before, her eyes roaming the area, worried. I raise my hand so she can see me. "Oh, yeah, sorry. Jieun asked me to meet up, so here I am."

"Ah, right, I wanted to ask you if you have time for lunch later."

I was about to say yes when I remember that I already had plans with Sungmin and also Ailee was on my waiting list. "No, sorry. I'm already having lunch with Sungmin-Oppa."

"Who?" Oh, right he doesn't know him, so I explain. "Wah, you're always so busy." No, he's just always late. "Then, I'll have to discuss it with you over the phone."

"Discuss what?" Suddenly, the music starts playing for a few seconds and then cutting off again giving me a small hock. "Sorry, can you text me the information? I think rehearsal is starting."

"Yes, sure. Does that mean you'll agree to do it?"

"Do what?" Had I missed something? "Don't try to trick me, Minhyuk-ah."

I can hear him snickering sheepishly. "Alright, I'll continue to text you since I can barely hear you."

We hand up and I look up to see Jieun pushing her way through the staff and grabs my hand. "________-ah, you should wait for me outside, I don't like seeing you standing here by yourself."

"It's no big deal." It's not that dark, also the many people helped.

"No, really. I wish I could find you a chair." She looks so stressed. "So, it's best if you wait for me outside or at the canteen."

Relenting so I could ease one of her worries, I give her a hug and tell her to call me once she is done. Opening the door to the bright hall, I suddenly feel the urge to look behind me and when I do I see Bangtan taking the steps up to the big stage.

For the first time today, I spot Jungkook, his back so familiar to me and there was also the name tag. I was tempted to stay for their rehearsal but I really shouldn't.

Out of nowhere he turns and looks right at me. Taken a back, I feel flustered and bow my head before quickly exiting the stage hall.

~ ~ ~

Some time later, I'm on my way back to my car with a polystyrene-box in my hand filled with side dishes that Jieun's mother had kindly prepared for me.

Turning the corner, to my luck or rather lack of, I find Jungkook walking in my direction with Taehyung by his side.

Taehyung sees me first and nudges Jungkook's arm. As he had obviously noticed me already, I greet him first.

"Hello." With the box in my hand I bow politely.

Jungkook's head snaps in my direction, I bow again. Taehyung returns the greeting with Jungkook mumbling his one. Talk about awkward.

Walking by them I keep my head down and avert my gaze, feeling really weird. I almost sigh in relief when I think they have rounded the corner but then I hear my name being called. Pondering whether to just continue walking or not, I decide on the latter because ignoring him would be rude.

"Yes?" I turn around seeing Jungkook jog over to me. Without my heels, I notice that he's grown taller, not much but he had. His physique made the biggest difference.

Up close, I notice that he had gotten much broader than I had thought at first and his facial features weren't only sharper but also more masculine. His eyes drop to the box in my hand then return to my face hesitantly. "I wanted to thank you." When I look at him in confusion he elaborates. "For letting me stay at your home."

"Oh, that." I hoist the box higher. "It's no problem at all. I tried to bring you to your company first but I think it was too late already. I would have let you stay in Joon's apartment but he wasn't home." Now in retrospect, I definitely acted too rashly. "Did you get home well?"

"Yes, I did." Again Jungkook sounds hesitant to ask the next question? "Did anything happen?"

My eyes that had strayed from his, because I just wasn't used to looking into his eyes, return back to his. "No? Oh, wait. You might find a bump on your head. While getting you out of my car, I think you bumped your head."

"So, that's why..." Gingerly, Jungkook presses a hand to the back of his head. "But I didn't do anything else?"

"No, you were drunk asleep if that's what you mean." Something down the hall grabs my attention. It's Ailee holding hands with Jimin, not Bangtan's Jimin but AoA's. I smile at her while she looks at me and Jungkook with curiosity.

Jungkook noticing them bows. I peek up at him and hoist the box up higher, just standing there was starting to make it heavier than it is.

Jungkook again glances at the box and then back at me. "Where are you going?"

"Me? I'm just going to bring this to my car." This conversation was really so unusual and normal, it's weird.

"It is... heavy?" Jungkook sounds just as awkward as I felt.

"Not really." Not a lie. "Do you mind if we walk while talking?"

His eyes widen a bit and then he nods. "Yes, of course."

"Thank you." I avert my gaze and turn towards the hall to start walking. "How have you been?" I cringe internally, I couldn't have asked him something more intelligent.

I can feel him looking down at me. "I've been good. And you?"

"Me too." My phone vibrates again. Wondering who it could be this time, I balance the box on one hand. Being careful not to drop all of Jieun mother's hard work.

Not a moment later, the box is lifted out of my hand. I look at Jungkook for a second seeing him smile faintly. Dropping my eyes, I pull my lips into my mouth and thank him quietly.

I take my phone and see that is it from Ailee.

'he looks so big next to you'

My eyes widening, I look over my shoulder and just as I had assumed there she was in the hallways talking with Jimin. I see her winking at me and I wave for her to mind her own business.

In awkward silence both of us not knowing what to say, we walk up to the entrance until I stop, knowing that he can't go out. I hold out my hand and wait for him to hand me the box, I nod my gratitude and then turn to exit the building.

"________."

I stop and glance up at him. "Yes?"

His eyes switch between focusing on my left to my right eye, his own looking indecisive. After a few seconds, Jungkook sighs and his shoulders drop. "Did you perhaps see my wallet?"

"Your wallet? You mean in my apartment?" Thinking back if I had, I shake my head. "I don't think so but I can look again."

Putting a smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes, he nods. "That would be great."

"If I find it I'll...." I couldn't really call him. "I'll find a way to give it to you."

"Thank you."

Smiling stiffly, I nod my head. "Well, then."

Once I'm out of the building I breathe out deeply, welcoming the fresh air. Gosh, this was so weird.

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— — — A/N: so anyone heard of the comeback thing going on on twitter... don't want to spread any false informations but im kinda nervous...

bangtan-ah pls wait just a little bit longer ok? 

why do they always have to comeback every 5 months orz with all the merch my bank account really has no time to recover buuuut at least that makes me save up for the upcoming promotions.... ugh melon streaming I'm already stressing lol... from now on I'm going to be watching out for every monday midnight kst xD

also why the heck has finding a title become so difficult? I can't come up with good ones anymore orz help me

~K