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veeluvss · 1 year

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My Girl, Lily Prentiss (1)

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Her blonde hair flew in the wind as Emily spun her around. The young girl giggled, holding onto Emily's shoulders and feeling the air in her hair and face. This was everything she'd ever wanted. "Right, right," Emily chuckled, setting the girl down on the grass. "Emily is tired now, how about we head inside?" Emily asked. However, the young girl whined, shaking her head. "Again! Again!" She pleaded, raising her arms up to Emily. Emily laughed. "Once more, Lily."

Emily sighed, leaning back in her chair. She could hear the familiar banter in the bullpen outside her office but it didn't light her up like usual. She had a bad feeling, a terrible feeling and she couldn't get the memories of the sweet baby out of her mind. She remembered the way her hair smelt after she had bathed her, the way she clung to her each and every night, praying her daddy wouldn't take Emily away. She remembered her giggles when she'd tickle her or the way she used to whisper her secrets in Emily's ear. Prentiss couldn't help but smile, feeling the wave of love wash over her. It had been ten years and she still loved the girl like she was her own.

"Hey boss," Garcia said, knocking on the door. "Come in," Prentiss replied. Garcia opened it, letting her pigtails and bright pink dress bounce into the room. Prentiss smiled at her. Lily would love Penelope, the way she was so colourful, so fun - so bright. A breath of fresh air. "Are you ready to present the case?" Garcia asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Emily was smiling at her, in a trance. "Boss?" "Oh- sorry," Prentiss muttered, standing up. She grabbed her tablet and smoothed out her hair "yeah, let's go."

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"Tell me, agent," Gerald, the victim's father said, standing up. "Have you ever lost a daughter? Someone, you love unconditionally? Lost her? She just vanishes and you -" he choked, unable to finish his sentence. The team were dealing with child abduction. A young girl, 15, Rose and her friend, Ella, had gone out for a sleepover one night but never got to either of the girls' houses. Two weeks earlier, another two teenagers went missing, they'd both been found dead in a river two days later and the local PD put it down to suicide after an autopsy report but now, with two more missing teens in such a short period of time, they couldn't help but feel they'd done the families an injustice. Emily was tough, putting up her walls - staying professional. But now, when addressed with such a direct question, she had no words. Morgan spoke up, "we understand this is hard for you Sir and we are doing everything we can to help find Rose..." "Everything you can?" Gerald climbed, raising to his feet again. "You're in here asking me all these stupid questions instead of being out there looking for my girl!" Emily knew then, this had something to do with the father.

Two days later, the girls were found in an abandoned shed by Rosa's holiday home out in the woods. Gerald was arrested and taken into custody. Both girls, although with severe trauma and worn out, were okay. The team headed home on the jet in silence. No one expected such a turn of events.

Later that night, Emily and the team sat around the island at Rossi's mansion. Laughing and joking away. As soon as Penelope had seen them and reports were written, they'd managed to feel better about the case. "I must ask Emily," Spencer said, looking up from the table. Everyone turned to Spencer, looking between them both. "How did you know it was Gerald who had them?" The team were silent, all wondering the same thing. Emily shrugged, "I know fake love for a daughter when I see it." She answered simply before downing her beer in one. She wanted to stop thinking about Lily.

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It was 3.30 am and Emily couldn't sleep, unable to shake the bad feeling. Lily was everywhere and every time she closed her eyes, it was all she could see. Without music on, her voice, her laugh was all she could hear. Going to her wardrobe, she pulled out a photo album. She turned off her playlist, letting silence envelop her as she felt the outside. The soft felt sent her all the memories. She opened to the first page, finding the most beautiful picture of her girl. Her smile was wide, ear to ear and her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness. Emily remembered that day like it was yesterday. Her hair fell over her shoulders, knotted and tangled from the wind and the 'flying'. It was Emily's favourite day with Lily. The last. But favourite day.

The next morning, Emily woke up with her phone ringing. She stumbled up from the floor, assessing the situation. The photo album was open on the floor, on the page of Lily and her, Lily kissing her on the cheek. Her phone rang again, pulling her out of the trance of sleepiness and love. It was JJ. "JJ," Emily said, sitting heavily on her bed, still unable to tie her eyes from the picture on the floor. "Emily, hi," JJ breathed out a sigh of relief. "There's someone in your office. Literally screaming for you. Where are you?" Emily instantly thought the worst. She shot up and began getting dressed, keeping JJ on the phone. "Who are they?" "They just charged in here, telling everyone it was vital they saw you. There are two of them. A man and a woman, Emily, what's going on?" "JJ," Emily whispered, down the phone. "Emily," JJ replied, concern evident in her voice. "I need you to go and ask them a question," Emily said. "Tell them I'm on my way but ask them something." "Of course, what is it?" "Ask them if it's about Lily."

Emily had never driven with her sirens on into work before but her heart was beating faster than she was travelling on the roads and she could have sworn she'd run a few red lights. But right now, she didn't care. She knew there was a reason she couldn't get her out of her head.

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#lily prentiss #my girl lily prenitss #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #emily prentiss head canons #emily prentiss x reader #emily #emily prentiss x daughter #prentiss x reader #criminal minds fandom #paget brewster #jennifer jareau

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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↳ ❝ [a love story - 16.] ¡!❞

Hank Voight x Kazuha Takahashi (asian ofc)

Summary: Hank had a rough case and Kazuha has to walk on eggshells.

Warnings: None.

Wordcount: 0.6k

Masterlist // One Chicago Masterlist // a love story masterlist

Hank is dealing with a rough case and these last few days, I feel like I have to walk on eggshells every time he gets back. There was even a night where I left him alone, unsure whether or not he wanted my company.

Right now, I’m folding the laundry in my room, when I hear his enormous car. I look out of the window, to see him walking towards his house after slamming the car door shut. He is angry and I wonder if it’s still the case that got him so worked up.

I continue on folding, put everything away, before I check on my grandparents. ‘I’ll be back to check on you tonight,’ I say. ‘If something’s up, call me.’

I give them both a kiss, before I make my way over to Hank’s place. I knock on the door and it takes awhile before he opens it.

Oh no, does he look angry. I’ve seen him worked up, but this is something new. ‘Hi,’ I say. ‘Is now a good time?’

He simply steps aside, which I think means I can come in. Walking straight to the kitchen, I see he already opened a bottle of scotch. Not indulging in his drinking, I grab a glass of water for myself. As I’m thinking of what I can say to him, I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, pulling my back against his chest as he buries his face in my hair.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask him, placing my hands on his arms.

‘The killer is at large,’ Hank says. ‘It is absolutely driving me crazy. I…’ He presses a kiss on the crown of my head. ‘It’s cases like this that keep me up at night.’

I turn around and frown. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘You want to go over the case tonight?’

He shakes his head. ‘I just want to eat something with you, relax and do nothing.’

‘That sounds like a perfect night for me. Want me to sleep here or…?’

‘Please,’ he says and I can detect the desperation in his voice.

We don’t sleep in the master bedroom here. Instead, we sleep in the guest bedroom. I understand it—the master bedroom was where he slept with Camille and while he told me he wants to move on and forward with me, something still withholds him from taking that step.

I don’t mind. I understand.

The nights continues on at a low pace, but I guess it’s everything Hank needs. Just to wind down, not to think about the case. Hank can relax and after we checked on my grandparents, we get ourselves ready for bed. We both fall on the bed in the guest bedroom, I nuzzle against his side. His warm and protective arms wrapped around me, my cheek against his bare chest.

I have my eyes closed, but I don’t nod off to sleep. Instead, I whisper: ‘I always feel so safe with you.’

Hank doesn’t say a word. He tightens his embrace around me and I feel like that alone says enough.

‘Do you feel safe with me?’ I ask. ‘I know I can’t really protect you physically, but I hope you do feel safe enough to share your thoughts, your feelings when you feel like it.’

‘I do,’ he whispers. ‘I really do, Kazuha.’

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#hank voight #hank voight x ofc #hank voight fanfiction #hank voight x kazuha takahashi #hank voight x asian ofc #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd #kazuha takahashi #asian ofc #a love story

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verycharismaticdragon · 6 hours

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On Air Island - chapter 2 - part 6

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Uh-oh, this was fast - we are finishing up chapter 2 today! For the sake of not messing up the way I enumerated parts until now, no donation message poll in this one - but the first part of chapter 3 will be up tomorrow, bright and early! (well, for some parts of the globe lol. actually it'll be up at around 3pm/15:00 utc +0, which is evening for me.)

For button clicking enthusiasts, though, I've decided to hold a sudden popularity poll instead, so that's what you'll see at the end~

But first, ofc, today's episode! Enjoy!

(the transcript is available below the poll, under keep reading)

And that's it for chapter 2! Ah, them early chapters~ so calm~ so peaceful~~~

Now, to the promised clickable buttons!

Transcript legend:

In-game text

Character speaking: dialogue line

regular chat message Donation: donation message

available donation messages

{ Alternative translation }

|| 🏅 award (achievement) collected ||

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⏰ Hanse: Wow...... I think something has happened.

[player] donated 10 Amazing Spade: Let's step on Naoto's back! { Let's follow Naoto for a bit lol }

Hanse: Uh........... You guys think he's hiding something?

nazang12: It’s not like that MySultan: It’s just a bit suspicious, you know hansehan: ikr ikr ikr

Hanse: I'll run after him. Hush, everyone!

KimPearl: Shh hansame: Sheeesh HeIsMine: But even if we’re quiet, it’s the same BurBur: Yeah, that’s true

[sound of careful footsteps]

Naoto: DUCKACOON, I need to talk to you.

DUCKACOON: Ah? What................?

Thiefin: ??? ANINEFAN: Suddenly? 4Loss: So they know each other??

Hanse: Oh... Isn't that personal? I don't think we should eavesdrop.

hanse1se: Dunno? oc'mon: It’s probably not because of Mr.Fact that they’re leaving or anything like that 1ofEvery: Probably yes koncijeu: Hmm I am curious

[Whispering DUCKACOON and Naoto]

Hanse: Huh? What, what? DUCKACOON run away.

jimjman: DUCKACOON is leaving itsme: Are they going to take off the mask now? hansevip: It’s not easy to earn money

Naoto: … … … … …

Naoto: ... What is ... doing on this island?

adam3882: ????? Galchi19: What did he say? LoveFact: I can’t hear it clear LoveMuch: Something about an island… something like that

Hanse: Did I just hear something wrong?

123123: Well, they were saying something… hanseria: Hmm ABChanse: I’m really curious about what they said

[Sound of the Wind] [Sound of the Wind]

… … … …

Hanse: Ahaha, mmm…………… Anyway, it's late at night, little spooky now

ASHA: It’s a bit eerie BestSolo: Quickly go in, Hanse Henchman: The atmosphere is totally different from during the day ewwhanse: Be careful with yourself Dragon: Let's go back to the base camp adam3882 donated 5 Ordinary Heart: Right, let’s go to the basecamp!!!!!

Hanse: Okay! See you in the basecamp everyone!!!!

winkhans: Ohooo

… … … …

PD: Okay, everyone's back, right?

PD: Observers! Let's come back after the commercial break!

#on air island #oai #on air island lp #visual novel #mobile games #indie games

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striving-to-be · 8 months

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sometimes, i sit in boredom and i summon excitement. i think about how i get to try new things. how im in a city of my own choosing. an intern, busy enough to be useful and yet, not quite bogged down by the thought that this is the rest of your life.

and still. the first week was enough for me to know that 6am showers and 1 hour commutes and days ending at 9pm wasn't for me. at least, i know i need something more.

it's not quite about the productivity of my working day. maybe its more about what i do. but it's equally about what i do after.

capitalism hasn't made a workaholic of me, yet. somehow, it rewoke the urge to fill my life with things. a maximalist.

beginner size two skates. burnt rice. coffee at 9 pm because that's when your friend get's access to her mom's car. joining a curling club. hot chocolate and granola with preteens.

tutoring during the week. PD courses speed written. linkedin coffee chats. phone calls after work. snaps back and forth throughout the workday.

and yet i want more. something just for me. friday night ultimate, perhaps? or maybe volunteering.

and sometimes im scared and nervous and alone. and then i think about how, in the middle of finals, this is what i was looking forward to. the light at the end of the tunnel. being in a city, all by myself. the space that comes with living on your own. the quietness of your living area when you want it so. the way you know exactly what you're walking into. the way you get to set the mood for your day. the realization that yes, you are truly on your own. you have been, of course, all your life. but now, for the first time perhaps, you can feel it.

my friend back home. she called when i first moved, to remind me. 'how exciting is it? one day, you'll look back and say, 'when i was in ottawa...for work, yeah'. this is what we've been dreaming about.

skating. hockey. stand-up. cooking, midnight chai with that friend, who you weren't that close with, but now you're in the same city, and proximity makes friends of us all. reconnecting with old friends, and thinking, huh maybe i was better off. asking yourself, is this flirting?? whispered voice messages to that friend, you know which one, saying. 'i dont think this is good for me', 'i don't think i am ready', 'what's the point of dating if it's not going to be long term?'.

and hearing, after a beat, 'you sound happy'.

and then, realizing. it truly is not that deep. you can just choose to live life on easy. turn up the music when the bus is late. turn up the music when the bus doesn't show up at all, and why not just walk? dress warmly, always. check the weather, but of course wind chill makes a fool of us all. somehow almost two decades into this thing you call life you still don't quite get how its never been colder in -10C weather.

realizing that dating isn't that deep. that you really did put a high expectation on dating. and how serious and long term and perfect and committed it would be. and of course, a pat on the back for not jumping in. because, even though you didn't realize those were some high hopes to put on a partner, that you were more idealist than you thought, you knew that you weren't in a place where dating was for you. because you weren't quite done with forging your life. and though you were only a year in, and fucked up a little every day, you found you quite liked forging your own life. and you weren't ready to stop. but why should it? i think i get it a little more now, dating isn't about sharing your life with them. well at least not quite yet. it's going to be about making your own lives. and finding space in it for each other. i don't know if i can do that. i don't know if i want to.

but i think i get it a little more now. life's in the journey.

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pd-lyons · 1 year

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morning coffee notes 20.4.23 with PD Lyons

on todays table – dandelions, book, glasses, eyeglasses, sky, fences and coffee the wind plys my hair whips at the pages of my book breaking my attention Look Look Look I give in to sunlight across wild grass and dandelion white puffs across a powder blue sky melodies of birds known and unknown Look Look Look so to see better I close my eyes and the wind eases a whisper now to sympathize all…

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gabe-reyes · 2 years

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Who: closed ! @sommersanso When: June 13th Where: Grand Teton Mall; Roof top

Gabe had been in Idaho Falls now for a few weeks, yet he hadn’t let himself venture very far to see much of the QZ. He followed the heels of Gilbert’s shoes like a lost puppy whenever he was around, to a point where he felt like he was probably being annoyingly clingy. There was comfort in that familiarity, comfort in having the man around. After all, Gilbert was among the reasons Gabriel had chosen to come to Idaho Falls. Gilbert was the only one here that he knew he could trust without question.

But when Gilbert was out fulfilling his own duties, or doing whatever else it was he did around Idaho Falls, Gabe had taken shelter in the infirmary. At least there he knew what he was doing, knew how to care for the people who came in needing help. He’d fallen into something of a routine, keeping himself busy. But he could feel it, now and again - Ophelia or Mara’s eyes on his back, questions on their tongues that they wouldn’t verbalize. At least not yet.

It was why he’d ended up on the rooftop, overlooking the QZ. He’d simply been wandering, attempting to familiarize himself with the ins and outs of the mall without the lingering gaze of those that cared. Because as much as he needed to surround himself with those that cared, it was hard being around it all again.

He felt like he was playing a part that he didn’t quite fit into. Faking smiles, pretending he was okay. Wishing it were all actually true.

When the door opened behind him, Gabe had anticipated it might be one of them. Ophelia, following in his footsteps just to make sure he was okay. Or Gilbert, having been told he’d left the infirmary, fear loosely veiled -

But the familiar face that appeared was one he’d thought he’d seen looming around corners, one that he knew, inevitably, he’d run into sooner or later. Idaho Falls was big, but Gabe wasn’t exactly hiding.

“Anso.” He swallows, fear rising in his throat that he tried to fight down, to keep from leaking into his voice. “You shouldn’t be here.”

#w; anso sommers #pd; winds & whispers #d; june 13 2044 #l; grand teton mall { rooftop }

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theiris-storyvault · 2 years

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Sattelite

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff 🌸

Warnings: None!

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The way his hands draw small rounds atop the small of your back as you lay your head flat on his chest was everything you wanted and possibly more. Life is difficult, and we all know that, but with him, it seemed so easy. The way he’d talk to you about his day as he soaked up your favorite tea. The way he’d say good morning at night where he is as you woke, and a good night in the morning. The way he’d buy you mugs from all over the world every time he’d be on tour and write notes like Every cup of coffee I drink tastes like you

It was cheesy, you know, and corny at times but you loved it. It felt like home— he was home. But that was during him. What happens after him?

The wind briskly blows on your hair as you walk your way to work. You knew it was another busy day at the office, writing new songs for the artists, double-checking tracks to be published and etcetera. You loved work, it was what brought you happiness, but somehow, knowing he’d be in the same place as you made your stomach sink. It had been months since the breakup and yet it hasn’t gotten easier. The secret I love you’s in between breaks, the needy stares across the dance room, and quick hugs in between breaks turned into sighs, cold stares, and shoulders. Everything went by too fast and all you wanted was for it to pause for a second. Your head spins quickly when he looks your way because when he does all you want to do was pull him in.

“I can’t keep arguing with you about this, Y/N.” He huffs, annoyance evident in his tone, plopping down on the couch. You stand in front of him, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at him because you knew he was It had been the 4th time this month, and possibly the 100th time this year that you've gotten in a fight about overworking. It’d be a never ending cycle of Taehyung telling you to rest, you resisting, him getting upset, you apologizing, then making it up, and then starts all over. ”Taehyung, it's my job! What do you want me to do? Slack off?" You retort running your hands through your hair in frustration. "No! I want you to rest. Even for a day. I'll ask Bang PD to—"

"No! I won't take a vacation. I've got too much to do Tae.” At this point, Taehyung gets up again. He screams into a pillow in the process to let out his frustrations outwardly but is careful enough to let it out on you. You see how he’s hurting, and you’re hurting too, but somehow, deep inside you, it was annoying.

“We have the same job, Y/N. I know what It feels like can’t you just trust me?!” He tries to continue. Your brows furrow, “We DO NOT have the same job! All you do is wait for a song to sing to and dance to whilst I do everything else to keep you where you are!” You watch him take the hit of your sharp words. You didn’t mean any of that. None of it at all. Normally, all you wanted was to pull him in, give him a hug and apologize, but at this very moment, you just wanted him gone. It was the stress, the heavy shoulders, the tired eyes that spoke, not you. “Why do you keep pushing me away? When I try to care for you and take care of you, all you do is stop me. What do I have to do to get you to care for yourself, even for a moment?” He asks, voice now soft and low. He was trying his best not to cry, but it was evident in his voice how badly he wanted to. He sees you silently faltering in your place.

“But maybe I don’t need you to care for me, Taehyung.” You whisper, the growl inwardly rolling down your throat. “What’s that supposed to mean.” His eyes were now filled with worry and fear. He takes a step closer, reaching for your arm but you were quick to retreat. “I mean, maybe we should end this.” You croak. You see his whole face change, as his heart shatters into a million tiny pieces before your eyes. He was at a loss for words. “Y/N, no.” He trails, trying to find your eyes, but you kept staring at the ground. “Just go, Taehyung. We’re done.” And with that, you see him take a step back. He hesitates for a few minutes before taking his phone and walking away. You knew he didn’t want to, and you didn’t either, but it was getting too overwhelming for you to even bother to think twice. The moment the door clicks close, you burst into tears. Dropping to the ground with your hands on your face. You regretted everything you said. How you handled the problem, and how you pushed him away. Four hours pass by, and you sit motionless and emotionless on the ground leaning on the couch. Your eyes watch the door, hoping Taehyung knew it was a mistake, what you said, and would come back that night, but he never did.

That was the last time you saw him, or ever spoke to him. For the succeeding weeks, members would drop by one by one to collect Taehyung’s things. They’d apologize for what happened but wouldn’t say anything else to you other than that. You know they knew what had happened. Maybe broadly, but still knew. Every day that would pass, you’d wait for him to show, but it was now a month later, and everything was still blue and grey.

You watch him from outside the one-way glass of the dance room as they practiced non-stop for the comeback. He seems out of it, and the members might think it’s because of exhaustion but you knew better. He was beaten, tired, but most of all heartbroken. The tears in your eyes have since dried because of the endless crying in successions, but the pang of guilt and hurt was still there. Your head starts spinning in pain, so you decided to disappear into your office again, where you know you’d be safe even for a little while. The night grows more and more, and soon, only the light of your monitor screens illuminates your room. With bloodshot eyes, you drag and drop tunes from one mixer to another, not even knowing what track it was. Snapping out of it. You rub your eyes gently, reaching for a bottle of eye drops in your study. You feel your feet ache along with everything else in your body as you shift from one side to the other. With the solution in your eyes, you decide to take a quick nap to let it settle.

A few minutes later, you groan as you open your eyes from your short nap. You try to process everything at once when you realize you were on the sofa instead of your office chair. You look around for the clock and you see it had been 2 hours since you slept. You were so exhausted. You then take into notice the jacket that laid on top of you, and the burger with a liter of water on the table beside you. You know Taehyung’s jacket, by the way, it smells. The mix of musky and sweet wafts as you inhale it, missing the way it would stay on your sheets every time he slept over. Sitting up, you notice that the meal had a note atop it. Thank you for resting, YN-ssi. - V. It read. You sigh at the sight of it, taking it into your hands and clutching it tightly in between your fingers. He was so good to you, even in moments when he hates you, you know he loves you. Unwrapping the packaging of the burger, you take a big bite savoring the taste of food after not being able to eat for hours on end. The cold water that hydrates your mouth was as delicious as every sip you took and were beyond grateful that Taehyung had done this for you. After eating, you make your way out, silently hoping he’d be in the practice room so you could thank him, and he was. You watch him munch on his own food, and as he watches something on his phone, you assume it was a cartoon. You knew he loved watching cartoons when he ate. Taking a deep breath, you nervously push the door open, to the room startling him. Your eyes meet and instantly, your cheeks feel hot. He doesn’t say a word but pauses his video for you. You make your way beside him, slowly sliding your back down onto the mirrored wall. “Thank you for the food.” You whisper. He nods. “And here’s your jacket.” You try to hand it to him but he refuses. “Use it when or if you go home. It’s 10 degrees out.” He says, sulking in his voice but you ignored it. You just really wanted to hear his voice again. Minutes pass and silence fills the room. You can see him draw circles mindlessly on the floor as his grip on his food softens.”I miss you” You finally give in. Taehyung stiffens, then relaxes after hearing these words come out of your mouth. On God did he miss you too. His bed felt too big to sleep on without you in it, and the constant nagging he had to do every day when you came home late he missed too, but most of all he missed you. “You know I did too.” He responds.

“I’m sorry for handling the situation the way I did. I never should’ve said what I said.” It was hard for you to admit to your mistakes, especially when you were too stubborn to listen, but it was Taehyung. He was what you longed for, and for months you’ve been deprived of being able to crash into his arms because of your hard head, and selfishness. All you want is him back. “Of all people, I know you’d understand me best. You’re my best friend, Tae. And I love you beyond words could ever articulate, and I’m sorry If I never listened.” You finish your sentence before reaching for his hands. As you lift your eyes, you see his face glisten as the tears roll down his face. You knew how badly hurt he was, but he still loved you regardless. You were everything to him, and hearing you right now was more than enough for him to stop spinning out from his own satellite and orbit around you again instead. You feel his grip tighten around your fingers before he pulls you slowly closer to him. You finally rest your head on his shoulder as he brings his arms around yours. “Promise me you’ll take care o yourself better,” He asks, planting a soft kiss on your head. “For you baby, I’d quit my job if I had to.” You say, closing the gap between you.

#taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts taehyung #taehyung imagine #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts v #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung fic #kim taehyung #taehyung v

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 4 years

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Band-Aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes, But Your Kisses Do

summary: in a standoff with an unsub, reader makes a choice: her life or spencer’s.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

category: angst/fluff at the end

warnings/includes: canon typical case violence, based off of episode “haunted” so spoilers, guns/gun violence, hospitals, kissing, mentions of hotch’s stabbing

word count: 3437

author’s note: i wrote this one a while ago and thought i’d share it. if anyone wants to be tagged, i’m going to figure it out and i’ll add you to a tag list!!

Band-Aids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes, But Your Kisses Do

The two agents that sat on swivel chairs facing each other fake arguing about an episode of Dr. Who. Spencer had his legs straight out, resting on Y/N’s lap comfortably. She leaned forward and placed her chin on her hand as she explained to Spencer her thoughts on the episode.

“Spencer, you cannot tell me that you don't think David Tennant is hot! I watched the episode with you and I can tell you are-"

“I’m not going to argue against that, Y/N. David Tennant is,” Spencer started as he fiddled with the lollipop that Garcia handed him when he and Y/N walked into the bullpen.

“Is what, Spence?” A teasing look graced her face as Spencer’s blush grew down his exposed neck and collarbone.

“He’s hot, okay Y/N is that what you want me to say!” Spencer’s voice rose a couple octaves from his admission over his not-so-subtle-crush on The Doctor.

“That’s exactly what I wanted you to say, Spencer. Least I know we have the same type” She said with a wink.

“You got a type, Y/N?” Derek called from the doorway of the conference room.

“Yeah, hot doctors with brown hair” Emily said without missing a beat. She had walked in behind Derek, the pair of them discussing her annual Sin-to-Win Weekend in Atlantic City.

“But they, you know, have to be like Time Lords, or whatever” She said in efforts to cover up her growing discomfort.

She turned her attention back to Reid, who was in the process of trying to remove his leg from her warm lap. He did not want to give Derek anymore ammunition to make sly jokes at his not-so-subtle-crush on his best friend/co-worker. Secretly, he wanted to keep his leg there, against her soft thigh and maybe she’d drop her hands on his leg in a comforting gesture of….friendship.

Garcia placed a tin decorated with white and orange cats dressed in bonnets on the table just within reach of Hotch’s usual spot near the monitor. Reid reached forward to open the tin, which he deduced was filled with Penelope’s infamous snickerdoodle cookies. Unfortunately, before the genius profiler could reach the gaudy tin, Penelope swatted his hand away from grasping the cookies.

“Hey! Those are for Hotch” Penelope shouted as she grabbed the tin and moved them closer to Hotch’s chair.

“What? You know I love cookies, Garcia. Come on, Hotch hates attention”

“I just made some cookies, it’s not like I made him a cake.” Penelope argued as Derek and Emily both quietly eyed the cookies.

“Spence, we’ll make cookies tonight. It looks like it’s just a paperwork day” Y/N said with a slight smile, that, in turn, elicited a big grin from an unsuspecting Spencer.

“Anyway,” Derek started as he chose to ignore the interaction that unfolded before him “we all know he’s going to act like nothing happened” he remarked as he fingered through the dozen case files spread out before him on the table.

“Doesn’t mean we have to,” Penelope said sadly as she looked down at the cat cookie tin.

“Maybe we should,” Reid said quietly to his co-workers.

“But, I’m not built like that!” said Penelope.

“Hotch is though, Penny,” Y/N noted as she snuck a cookie while Penelope’s back was turned. She broke it in half and handed it to Spencer under the table. He winked at her as she shushed him.

“Yeah, Y/N,” Spencer said with a mouthful of cookie, “Hotch never blinks” he finished with a large swig of lukewarm, sugared coffee.

“Classic Alpha Male” Spencer said, looking towards Derek.

“Do you think he stared down Foyet...you know while it happened?” Emily questioned. She was usually the one who could stomach all these, but when it came to the team, she was as nervous as the lot of them.

“It’s probably what saved his life,” Derek said somberly.

“He can’t be okay,” Penelope said with a whisper.

“I wouldn’t be,” Spencer said with an air of uncertainty, “I’m a blinker”

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There was an uncomfortable silence during the ride to Louisville. Hotch was more sullen than usual, but, thankfully, Garcia broke the tension with her reports via computer screen.

“Our point in Louisville is Lieutenant Kevin Mitchell, my contacts don’t report any more attacks related to this unsub” JJ relayed. She sat next to Derek, who was across from Hotch and Rossi. Emily sat criss cross on the table across from the foursome. On the small jet couch, Spencer and Y/N played a game of chess as they listened to the initial reports JJ received from the local PD.

“Call’s proving hard to track. He never had a driver’s license, so he’s probably still on foot,” Spencer mumbled without removing his eyes from the chessboard.

“Or public transportation,” Y/N added as she cringed when Spencer announced “check”.

“Well, he’s not going to get anywhere too far with his face all over the news,” Emily continued.

“So, what do we think the stressor is,” Rossi nodded.

“He just lost his job. Worked in a factory since 1990. He made appliances forever. Not a single promotion” Garcia’s voice came across a little staticky.

“That’s a long time to be bitter,” Derek posed.

“Or he just doesn’t care,” Reid countered.

“According, to what you sent over Garcia, he kind of seems like a hermit. Far as I can tell he’s got no one. No wife, no children, no parents.” Y/N added with a sad tone in her voice.

With a sharp tone, Hotch added “then why didn’t he kill himself?”

“He’s not finished killing yet,” Reid continued the thought, “check mate!”

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It was at times like these that it seemed like the case drags on forever. Call had kidnapped a little boy, who, Spencer had figured out was Call’s biological son. The local PD was getting them nowhere. Those overly macho cops seemed to be having a difficult time taking orders from JJ. Y/N watched as she marched over to Mitchell and demanded that he give a press conference.

Y/N chuckled quietly to herself as she watched the interaction. JJ was a force to be reckoned with, especially when the life of an innocent child was at stake. That cop had no idea who he was challenging.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer called from his spot in front of the whiteboard. It was decorated with a combination of their messy, rushed handwriting. Spencer grasped his blue marker and looked at Y/N with a painful expression.

“I’m not getting anywhere with this geographical profile,” Spencer’s somber tone flooded Y/N’s emotions with an overwhelming sense to comfort him.

“Spencer, put the marker down and look at me, please, for a second.” He obliged as he turned to face her.

Y/N reached up on her tiptoes to gently rub her hands along the base of Spencer’s neck. He could feel the tension melt away. Spencer was not one for physical affection, but he realized that he, in fact, craved the soft touches of people he trusted. Whether it was a brotherly pat on the back from Morgan, a playful high five from Garcia, a proud fist bump from Hotch, Spencer had grown to seek out affection.

“Y/N,” he said. His voice but a whisper in the loud, hectic bullpen.

“Shh,” She could sooth his worries just with a graze of her hands across his neck. It was magic to a scientist. Her magical presence set him on fire.

“Hey, we can do this, Spence, all of us, but we need you,” Y/N voice mirrored his own. A hushed whisper that fueled the flames of his love.

Instead of kissing her forehead or even hugging her, all Spencer could make out was a small thank you, before, like the wind, she was gone to see if Garica had any updates on the missing boy.

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In a frantic hour, Garcia had discovered a possible location of Tommy and his father, Darrin. Like most the unsubs, they were children of tragedy. Children of abusive homes and of deep rooted violence. It was up to the team, as they raced down the street in their crowded SUVs, to stop the cycle of violence for claiming another innocent child.

“Hotch, you are on speaker,” Emily called from the passenger seat of the car as Derek sped down the warehouse where they suspected Tommy to be held.

“Do not go in there without SWAT, do you all here me?” Hotch said sternly.

“That means you, Derek, don’t go in there till backup gets there,” JJ added from the phone that Emily held.

“You got it, boss man,” Derek made a sharp turn that led Y/N to nearly fall into Spencer, who sat next to her.

“Spencer! Where is your vest!?” Y/N asked him impatiently, with a tinge of nervousness and fear laced in her tone.

“Y/N, Call doesn’t have a gun, he’s been using weapons of opportunity. The profile points to him not even being armed right now. If anything-”

“Screw the profile, Spencer!” Y/N’s voice was hysterical now. “You need to where a damn vest, you are an FBI agent, if you get-”

Y/N’s rant to Spencer was stopped short by the disturbing sight before her. From the SUV the four of them could see an even more distraught Call standing out in the middle of the warehouse parking lot. He held Tommy by the neck, with a gun pointed at his temple. Derek stopped the car and jumped out, his gun wielded as he began to try to talk the man down.

“Call, drop the weapon and release Tommy, right now!” Derek’s voice loomed large and powerful as Emily, Reid, and Y/N each got out of the vehicle and turned their spots with Morgan.

“You don’t want to hurt Tommy,” Spencer started. “we know who he is to you, we know that he’s your son, and that you weren’t there for him.” He put his gun away in an attempt to show Call that he was not a threat. Y/N could read the desperation in Spencer’s voice from a mile away. Call, like Spencer’s mom lives with schizophrenia. Spencer and Hotch nearly had it out in the middle of the bullpen after Spencer insinuated that Hotch was implying that Call was only going on this murder spree because of his condition.

“Just let the boy go, Call.” Y/N continued the track that Derek and Spencer started. “Just let your son go. We will make sure that you can get medicine, that’s why you went to the pharmacy, right? You need meds to help yourself and then,-”

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Spencer inching closer and closer to Tommy. As if it was a chain reaction, Call drew his weapon and fired towards Spencer. Before she even could realize the consequences of her actions, Y/N tackled Spencer to the ground. The bullet lodged itself into the Kevlar vest she wore. Her side burned as she came to understand what had transpired in the last couple of seconds.

Spencer scrambled onto his knees and clutched Y/N’s cold hands in his.

“Spence, I’m okay,” Y/N said as she struggled to sit up straight with Spencer practically laying on top of her.

“No, Y/N! Don’t do that,” Spencer started with tears flooding the corners of his eyes. The little droplets made his sometimes brown and sometimes green eyes sparkle with sadness.

Spencer moved his hands from the place where the bullet lodged itself in her Kevlar to grasp her face tenderly. But his movement caused her cheek to be painted with a deep red handprint in the shape of the crying man crouching before her hand.

“Spencer,” she let out a small whimper when she saw the look of horror on his face. Before he could even ask her why she did what she did, Y/N passed out, her limp, cold hand finding its home in the comfort of soft, warm ones.

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The rest of the case passed in a numbing hum for Spencer. Once Y/N got shot by Call he let go of Tommy and Derek shot him the leg. Spencer did not even stay for when Emily and Derek apprehended the unsub. It was like his legs acted of their own accord when the EMT showed up for Y/N and he walked with them never letting go of her hand.

The ride to the hospital in the back of the ambulance was hectic. The EMTs had to monitor her heart rate, her blood pressure, and her oxygen. Even the temptation of numbers could not capture Spencer’s attention as he mulled over the possible conclusions to why Y/N would take a bullet for him. There was no logical reason for it. Not one. Spencer let the steady rocking of the ambulance to soothe him as he gently rubbed his thumb over Y/N’s hand. Even though he longed to hold her against himself, this would have to do, for now at least. Till then, Spencer forced his mind to focus on the pattern that her beating heart created.

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Hospitals terrified Spencer. The smell, the sick people, the people who were unsavable. Part of him wonders what his life would be like if he became a medical doctor. As a kid, he had a future where he could do anything he could dream of. Cure schizophrenia on Monday, operate on an inoperable tumor on Tuesday- that’s what his life could have been like.

But sitting there, in the sterile hospital with the white walls and constant beeping, Spencer’s mind was only thinking of another life he could be out living. In the minutes that he sat with Y/N as she lay in pain in his arm, false memories of a life together painted in his mind. Laughing children, family picnics, couple’s Halloween costumes. He stroked her hair and saw a life so familiar that he could almost taste it. He tasted cookies that they baked together as they danced without a care in the world. He tasted Halloween and Forth of July and all the holidays in between. He tasted butterfly kisses with his children that had her hair and her eyes and her smile.

He was stripped away from those memories that he didn’t even own. Now all he could taste was the bitterness of regret, the sourness of what if, and the tartness of the nightmares masquerading as reality.

“Family of Y/L/N,” a surgeon dressed in light blue scrubs walked into the waiting area with an unreadable expression on her face.

JJ and Derek stood up immediately as the doctor went to continue to deliver the news.

“She’s awake and doing okay,” the doctor said with a relieved expression.

“Oh that goodness,” JJ said as she hugged Emily in a moment of happiness.

“She’s a fighter,” Derek quipped, “I’m going to call Garcia, she’s probably a nervous wreck”

“She’ll make a full recovery, but should avoid air travel because her internal bleeding,” the doctor reported, “also, which one of you is Spencer? Even since she’d been lucid, she’s been asking for you,” she said looking around at the remaining group, with her eyes landing on the man in question.

“She is?” Spencer questioned carefully. He was worried that maybe she regretted jumping in front of him.

“Yes, why don’t you come with me. It may make her more comfortable having someone she wants with her”

Y/N wants him.

Him.

Spencer was not sure how he even walked himself down the corridor to where Y/N’s room was located. But sure enough, he was met with her ashen face beaming up at his.

“Y/N! Oh my goodness, are you okay, I mean, obviously you’re injured so you’re not okay. I don’t mean to invalidate your pain, I just...why, Y/N, why on Earth would you do that?” Spencer finished. His voice was more tender towards the end. He looked down at his friend before him and tried to read the expression that graced her face.

“Spencer, I did what I had to do. You….you would have died,” Spencer noticed the tears that puddled in her eyes and had to suppress the sudden urge to kiss them away.

“I’d rather die than live my life in a world without you, Spencer.”

Spencer closed his eyes and sat down on the bed with her.

“Why?” he asked in a voice that was hardly audible. It can’t be, he thought. Maybe this is just something that a teammate does for another teammate. Comrades in arms or something like that, he thought. Trying to make sense of senselessness.

“Why do you value my life more than yours? Why-how can you do that” there was not stopping tears in his eyes now. She reached out and held his face, like he held her as she bled out in the warehouse only a couple of hours ago.

“Spence, my life would be dull and gray without you in it. You’re my best-” She stared as he tensed up at what he knew was coming. She only jumped in front of him because it’s what a teammate does.

“Please, I can't bear to hear that. I-maybe you only can think of me as a teammate or worse a brother, but part of me. A hopeful and romantic part of me that I can't let go of the thought of you thinking about in a different way,” he was so embarrassed, so raw in the moment that he could not bear to even look her in the eyes.

“Spencer?” he could only watch the way that their fingers laced together. He focused on the patterns between the itchy hospital blanket.

“Y/N,” he started and took a deep breath. Spencer had never intended to tell her this. Maybe in moments of drunken bravery he thought about it, but he’d always sober up before his dreams could come to fruition.

“I’m a logical man, I solve problems for a living but sometimes. Sometimes, I can’t use logic to solve some problems, and there’s no logical reason for you to jump in front of a bullet for me. Unless you love me? And I hope with every fiber of being that you do, because I am so desperately in love with you”

Spencer allowed himself, for the first in his life, to have once of hope and faith.

Y/N’s eyes met Spencer’s in an uncharacteristically shy moment.

“I do, Spence. Of course I love you”

Spencer let out a nervous laugh as he, once again, gently placed his hands on her jaw. He placed a kiss on her forehead. The small, tender affection elicited a whimper from Y/N. Spencer jumped back in horror.

“Oh, honey did I hurt you? You gotta tell me where it hurts” he murmured in a comforting voice.

“Hmm, no I’ve just been waiting five years for you to kiss me and you settle on my forehead?” Y/N beamed up at him expectantly.

“Nowhere do you want me to kiss you, my dear?” Spencer questioned playfully.

“How about in between everywhere and anywhere you want, Doctor Reid,” Y/N, despite the pain, managed a smile for the man that held her hand so lovingly.

“How about here?” Spencer leaned forward and kissed the left corner of her mouth.

“Or here?” The right corner.

“What about here, I’ve dreamed of kissing you here.” He moved his mouth to meet the place on her neck that met her collarbone. Y/N looked up at Spencer dreamily. One day she might chalk it up to the painkillers flooding through her system, but the pure adoration that melted from Spencer’s lips to her skin was something that never knew she’d crave.

“And here”

His lips parted slightly as he moved in to meet hers. The feeling was more divine and earth shattering than when Prometheus gave humans fire. Together, intertwined in bedsheets, IVs, and fingers laced with hair, they lit a fire of their own. Kissing Spencer stopped time.

It was Y/N who broke first.

“Spencer,” she said with a new reverence that would only be reserved for him.

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“You gotta promise me something,” she said as she raked her hands across his arms, feeling him shudder under her touch.

“Anything and everything for you” he said, mirroring her earlier words to him.

“Wear a vest next time”

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Warnings; mentions of a little fight scene not very descriptive but it’s there. Nothing very serious.

”The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 22

Y/n’s POV

Y/n felt a something slighty weighted on her tummy as she fluttered her eyes opened to take in her surroundings, looking down she saw an oxygen mask on her face and the IV that was attached to her hand, looking to the right she saw a white night stand with a small bed lamp shining dimly, the window was covered with plain grey curtains, she could tell that the sun was up, it fought to find its way through the curtains. She slowly turned her head to the left, and there she saw Bruce slouching on the chair next to her with his arm thrown over the armrest and his other arm was reached out to her and had his hand over her stomach, he let out soft snores and she could tell he had it rough, though he slept peacefully his features showed trauma and pain, he wore a much thicker sweater along with his sweatpants, his hair was dry but stood out in different directions. She reached out her hand and tried to grab his, but she felt really weak and her arms were sore, nonetheless she attempted and was soon placing her hands over his gently, she looked at him to see if he woken up, which he didn’t and she was happy for that, he needed his rest.

‘He looks so beautiful... you don’t deserve me Bruce.. you need, someone independent and not always in the hospital.. or.. where am I? This is too nice for a hospital-‘

Knock knock knock

Bruce shot up awake and ran to the door opening it, Alfred walked in with medicines and a tray of fruit which Bruce took to put on the night stand then left the room without another word or thought.

Alfred took in Y/n’s state and said happily and relievedly,

“Oh thank goodness dear, how do you feel? Here let me take this madness of a mask off of you.”

Alfred grabbed the mask gently and took it off her face, she looked at him as he did it with such care, and a small part of her wished it was Bruce, at seeing him leave immediately it kinda stung her heart, and she didn’t let it slide when she asked in a pained tone,

“why did Bruce leave?”

Alfred turned to look at her confused and sat down on the chair he was in before and asked calmly,

“Y/n... where were you last before you woke up here? What’s was the last thing that happened to you, or.. what do you remember?”

Y/n rolled her head to look up at the ceiling,

‘How did I get her-... oh shit... the car chase.. the fire.. I got shot.. what the heck.. too much chaos.. but.. I- ohhh shiiiit.. I don’t want to remember that.’

“I-I remember drowning... that’s the last thing I remember... feeling the water go into my mouth when I screamed underwater from the pain I felt, I-I tried to-to kick and swim but- but I-I just kept going down and I couldn’t see-“

“Shh shh.. ok.. that’s exactly how you ended up here.. Bruce saved your life back there at the River. And when he brought you here we had to revive you 3 times.. your heart kept letting go.. good thing is that Dr.Thompkins knew what he was doing as well as I, we were able to get you back and suck all the water out, as well as seal your injuries on your stomach and knee. They’ve seemed to seal pretty well already.”

“Oh my god.... Bruce must be traumatized because of this.. I know I’d be.. I’m so sorry Alfred-“

“You have nothing to be sorry for, this was all Mackenzie’s fault, he drove you to that point of survival.. and um.. according to the PD your.. your dead.”

That made Y/n sit up straight as she took in the information, Alfred got up quickly helping her rest her back against the head rest, he could tell it was all sinking in heavily, like if it had just slapped the wind out of her,

‘I’m dead.. am I dead.. wait. I’m not in Heaven right?’

Her eyes watered as she looked at Alfred and asked in a whisper,

“I’m not dead right? This.. this isn’t heaven right?”

He wanted to let out a chuckle at her innocent state but held it in as he put his warm hands over hers,

“No dear.. your safe and alive.. we are in Saunders safe house right now..”

‘Oh thank god..’

“Ok.. and.. how long has it been sense the incident?”

That’s when she saw Alfred’s gaze leave hers as he said,

“It’s been 5 days Y/n... Bruce thought you were never going to wake up.. he would leave for the night to go on patrol, and when he was done he’d come over here instead of coming home... he hasn’t eaten well either.. I tried to give him fruit but he’d always leave it saying it’s for you when you woke up.”

At hearing this she began to cry softly,

“I don’t deserve him Alfred.. look at what’s he’s going through.. because of me. I mean come on, according to the city I’m dead? How’d they come up with that If there’s no body-“

Knock knock

The door swung open and Saunders poked his head inside as he said in a relived tone,

“Oh! Morning Y/n/n.. good to see you awake.”

“T-Thank you Uncle G, good morning to you too.”

He sent her a wink and told Alfred in an upset tone,

“You might want to come see this Al.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.. did Bruce leave?”

“Yeah, he said that Gordon and a few other detectives were going to talk to him at the Manor.. they know Y/n lived there and want to ‘check for drops’.. how pathetic huh?”

Alfred let out an irritated grunt as he stood up slowly leaning his weight on the cane,

“It’s very pathetic.. let me go see this nonsense.. Y/n, dear, why don’t you try and eat this?”

“.. Um yeah.. thank you.”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.”

He sent her a comforting smile and left out of the room after Saunders. He left the door slightly opened and she could hear their fading footsteps as they walked away. Y/n turned and grabbed the plate of Bruce’s untouched blueberries, she ate them and could only think of him as she did so.

‘This is all my fault.. and now I’m dead huh... Uncle G is right.. this is very pathetic.. fuck.. and Bruce.. I’m so sorry baby for scaring you.. putting you through this.. I miss your touch, your kisses, your hands that fit perfectly into mine, your blue orbs that for me always shoot daggers of love.. your soft... pillowy lips.. the way your body feels against mine when you want me to spoon you.. I miss counting the freckles on your back and the faded ones on your pointed nose, your hair.. the way it falls into your eyes perfectly and effortlessly.. you’re to perfect and too good.. too good for me.. I’ve probably only hurt you more.’

Bruce’s POV

Now Bruce sat in the living room and waited there as the detectives looked around his house, he was going to refuse but that’s when they shoved a warrant in his face rudely. As much as he wanted to knock them all out and bind their wrists and feet to toss them into the river, he kept his composure and never said a word, Gordon stayed with him the entire time and was nervous to even say anything. Bruce eyed him so much with an unreadable expression, Gordon began to shift in his seat and fiddle with the paperwork he held in his hands. Bruce knew it wasn’t Gordons fault for everything that had happened, but he couldn’t help the anger he felt either way, and sense Gordon was the only one there in the room with him, then Gordon would be the one to receive the deadly stares.

Bruce took a second to look at his own wrist and remembered the white scrunchie that laid underneath the sleeve of his sweater, he thought of Y/n the entire time as well,

‘I hope she’s ok.. I wish I didn’t leave her like that.. I should’ve at least asked if she was ok.. but I couldn’t, I know I would’ve exploded with hurt and anger.. not because I’m necessarily mad at her.. but everything I feel inside I would spill onto her hurtfully, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her more. I just wish.. that she was more careful, and didn’t take on suicide missions.. she could’ve died- she did die at least 3-4 times... and was unresponsive for 5 days. Damn I really hate Mackenzie, I really do, he almost took her away from me all because of his vengeful wishes to get back at her dead father... he’s so pathetic. I miss her warm smiles and her soft hands brushing through my hair.. I miss laying on her bare chest were it was all warm and safe. Hearing her laughter gave me life.. seeing her passion to give hope to a helpless city.. has kept me from the dark.. from becoming vengeance and fear all over again. I miss waking up to her kissing my hideous scars that she called beautiful.. her tracing her fingers across my chest when she thought I was asleep, or her looking at my bruised knuckles lovingly and full of compassion as she kissed each one.. never leaving one behind. She has a good heart.. a motherly heart.. I just wished she loved and cared for herself just as much as I do. And see that her life matters here in my life.. and not take chances to to do something that almost takes her life away.. I can’t lose her.. I’m not strong enough to go on without her..’

He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw the detectives walk back inside the room and said,

“Alright LT this place is all cleaned up.. we found nothing whatsoever-“

“Thats good, I kinda figured considering that I know she’d never do such-“

“You don’t know that LT Gordon-“

“I do. Now go bid your goodbyes and leave, I need to speak with Mr.Wayne privately about the investigation.”

“Yes sir.”

The two detectives extended their hands to shake it goodbye but Bruce never moved, he only looked up at them from where he sat and then stood up, he came out taller than the men and intimidated them with his stare, they muttered ‘were leaving now.’ and left quickly. Once he heard the door shut up front and knew they weren’t there he looked at Gordon and Gordon said,

“Listen Mr.Wayne.. I know this has all been a disaster-“

“Why are they saying she’s dead if they haven’t found the body? Hm?”

Gordon barley caught his whisper but understood his question, he didn’t know how to answer, he didn’t know how much Bruce knew about Y/n’s history from her father to present day, which was the cause to all of this. He looked up at Bruce and stated,

“In all honesty Mr.Wayne, I’m not sure.. I’ll look into that for you. But for now, if there’s any thing that involves you with this case I’ll make sure it never hits the media, you have my word. And.. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Bruce looked at Gordon with his eyebrows cocked up in confusion as he asked,

“do you think she’s dead?”

Gordon’s POV

Gordon took a small breath in and was taken aback,

‘Why is he asking me like that?’

“I’m sorry?”

“I said.. do you, think that’s shes dead?”

Gordon looked at his paper work and looked back at Bruce,

“I’m the one that had to write down the files that states she is deceased.. only because it’s my job, not because I believe it.. Y/n.. Y/n is tough skin and a fighter.. if she wasn’t in that vehicle when we found it, I want to believe it’s because she made her escape before they could catch her. There’s a lot she probably hasn’t told you yet, but just know.. that she’s just trying to fix something.. for the good. Though I wished there was another way.. but in Gotham City, in the PD... it’s always trail and error, sacrifice and risks to get your way.. that is if you make it through.. and I want to hope that she did.”

“I do too.”

Bruce’s POV

Bruce could hear the pain in Gordon’s voice as he spoke, he could tell Gordon dearly loved Y/n and tried his best to keep her safe too. Bruce could see the trouble it was causing him to have to go through the process of claiming her deceased, when he believed or wanted to believe that she wasn’t. Nodding his head gesturing his goodbye he led Gordon towards the door, and before he left he asked,

“Are you going to continue her case?”

Standing outside the door the breeze gave Gordon a slight chill down the spine, shrugging his shoulders and stuffing his hands in his pockets he said,

“I don’t know... she’s all I had to get it through Mr.Wayne... only she could do it.. because it’s all about her. This.. is her fathers case.. not mine... have a good afternoon Mr.Wayne.”

“You too LT.”

Bruce shut the door after he left and walked back to the living room and stood in front of the Christmas tree, and looked up at the star,

‘I wish I could fix it all...’

RedHood’s POV

The last 5 days were the hardest for Y/b/n, he lived in the darkest alleys and he slept out on the streets.

Dreaming the same dream every night he passed his cold winter nights. His dreams were of Y/n, of her saving his life again and again, and repeating the same words he knew were all too familiar,

‘My life.. your life.’

He kept himself occupied during the day to sneak around and spy on his offenders, and people that were poking and bothering young men like him or sometimes girls. Once the night had fallen he’d spring into action and take them down one by one, the anger boiled in his skin and the heat would rise to his cheeks as he saw the blood coming out in all the directions his crowbar would land on their bodies. He didn’t care if they ended up dead or not, he just gave them what he thought they deserved. That afternoon Y/b/n walked down the streets of Gotham towards the OGC and past down the alleys as he went, he suddenly heard small whimpers and crying as he past by a certain area,

‘Oh I’m not in the mood for this.. I haven’t eaten or slept well.. and this ladies voice won’t get out of my head!!’

“Please don’t hurt m-my son! J-just take the me or my money-“

“SHUT UP!!”

Y/b/n was brought to a halt as he heard what sounded like a punch,

‘Shit did he just punch a girl?? god freaking damn it!’

Slipping on his mask he ran to the alley and was right about his theory, and large man was hovering over a woman as she held onto her little son for dear life.

“HEY DOUCHE BAG?! Want to steal a kid?!? Then come and get me!”

The man let go of the woman and faced Y/b/n who was now RedHood, his face dropped and took a step back as he muttered under his breath,

“RedHood... fuck”

RedHood heard him perfectly and boasted,

“Yup.. RedHood is about to fuck your ass up!”

The lady stood up with her kid and ran off as quickly as she could before her or her child would witness the damage RedHood was about to cause to this helpless loser.

The man tried to run but RedHood took out his pocket knife and aimed it perfectly as he threw it at his right leg on the back, sending the guy to the ground with a loud thud and grunt coming from his lips. Failing at his attempt to get up again and run away he whimpered on the ground and pleaded for his life, when he never heard a response back he let go and laid there waiting for his sentence to come. RedHood saw him stop wiggling around pathetically, and began to walk slowly, letting him hear each step he took as he got closer while his boot landed on the crunchy snow that was once untouched. The echo was loud in that alley as the silence suddenly took place, but soon the silence was broken when RedHood slipped out his crowbar from the sheath on his back, letting the sound of his favorite weapon be be carried away as he let out of its cage. After a few minutes of his done work, RedHood now stood over what he calls his ‘Redart’, and took in a deep breath of air and growled,

“I’d think you’d learn after watching what has been happening to your buddies in the last few days... but if you don’t stop, I won’t-“

He kicked the guys stomach before walking away cleaning his hands, and shouted back with an irritated voice,

“Merry Christmas you filthy animal.”

Alfred’s POV

Alfred stood with Saunders in the living room as they watched the small screen that was in front of them, Mackenzie was having a press conference about what had gone down at the Triangle Bridge,

“We are very sorry for the damage it has cost and we assure you that by Christmas it will be open for your safe travels during the holiday. As GCPD we promise you our protection and justice, and to make sure that the only ones wearing the badge will be those with a responsible and righteous behavior. We had some complications amongst our justice system, which has brought us to the falling of our fellow Detective Y/n Y/l/n. We give our respects and condolences to friends and community that knew her, she doesn’t have family-“

“Well that’s fucked up.”

Alfred and Saunders turned around to see Y/n standing behind them wrapped with blanket as she watched the tv tightening her grip and clenching her jaw.

Alfred turned off the tv and Saunders scolded her like a child,

“Y/n/n you know you’re not supposed to be up-“

“I feel fine.. I literally walked here on my own and you two didn’t even know-“

Y/n heard Alfred sigh as he sided Saunders with reason,

“Y/n dear, you know Bruce won’t be happy to see you up and around, I understand you want to get your body moving and healing faster.. but your body needs a break.”

Y/n threw her head up to the ceiling and huffed,

“And what do I possibly need to heal from? According to the city I’m dead! What’s my purpose now Alfred?”

She turned on her heal and walked back to her room and shouted through the door,

“I’ll be showering! Let me know if Bruce arrives!”

Alfred’s POV

Saunders shrugged his shoulders as he and Alfred looked at each other and back at the tv as Alfred switched it on.

Now the afternoon before the incident Alfred had gone to see Saunders like he had told Bruce, he first went to buy some things for Saunders like canned goods and warm blankets, and upon walking in he was met with the wooden gun to his head, Alfred immediately recognized it was a fake and while teasing scolding him about it Saunders eventually put it down. After they had a formal introduction Alfred and Saunders were able to talk through why he planned on staying there, and Saunders promised Alfred he meant no harm, he just wanted to be around Y/n as he explained how close he was to her father. Alfred believed him and was soon comfortable around him, he then explained to Saunders how he was Bruce’s butler and how he raised him. Saunders mentioned to Alfred that Y/n had spoken highly of both of them, saying that they were great people and cared a lot about her. Hearing such warmed Alfred’s heart as he was able to hear what Y/n had thought about them. Before they both knew it they actually enjoyed each other’s company and looked forward to being around one another more often.

Saunders POV

And during the past 5 days while they waited for Y/n to wake up, Saunders would talk about his life with Y/f/n and what he did for a living, and seeing Alfred be interested in his life made him feel appreciative towards him, it had been a long while sense he had someone listen to him like Alfred did, at least sense Y/f/n had passed. Saunders enjoyed Alfred’s company more when he saw how observant and caring he was for Y/n, he witnessed everything that night when Bruce soon rushed to his safe house with Y/n half dead and half alive in his arms stating she had drowned. Alfred immediately went to work calling a doctor in and began to work on reviving her in the meanwhile. Saunders stuck around to help hold up the IV and and BVM as it helped press oxygen into Y/n’s lungs. Seeing the only member of what he thought was left of the Y/l/n family stabbed his heart painfully as he watched her bleed on the table and die a few times in the process. But he was more than proud to see her fight her way and finally be on terms of breathing on her own after spending the whole night checking her vitals. He could clearly see Y/f/n through her, she was his mirror image in a lot of ways. But at the moment his mind was elsewhere thinking about Y/n’s fiancé or what he insisted to call him, her boyfriend.

‘How did Bruce find her and bring her in before anyone could find her? I mean, he did explain how she got there and why... but he didn’t explain how he got involved... is he good friends with the Batman? Did the Batman tell him to rescue Y/n so he could stop the other guys? Something is not clicking.. he’s supposed to be a billionaire rich kid, locked up as always in his Manor.. what kind of connections could he possibly have with a vigilante? Besides that Y/n works beside him... ughh.. I wish I knew.’

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henriklarsen · 2 years

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Who: closed ! @kinderdays When: May 26th Where: Grand Teton Mall

This storm was proving to be much more of a pain in the ass than Henrik could ever have anticipated. Perhaps because he’d never really had a place that he called his own, not for years anyway, and never would’ve previously spent much time cleaning up after such an event. It wasn’t like a little debris was going to make that much of a difference in their already desolate world. If anything, it added some character. But Henrik’s opinion on the whole ordeal was essentially irrelevant. He was but a lowly foot soldier for Idaho Falls, tasked with getting the zone back into proper working order once again. If it ever was.

Plus, he wasn’t as young as he used to be. Lugging all of that cargo in the museum to make sure they didn’t lose any further supplies than they already had, clearing away the blockage in front of the water treatment plant entryway to rescue the trapped patrol - it was taking it’s toll, as much as he’d rather pretend otherwise. It had been days since and the work hadn’t stopped; His shoulders, particularly the one that he couldn’t seem to leave alone and heal properly, ached. But beyond that, his damn ankle had been giving him a hard time as of late. He was pretty sure he’d caught his foot in something, twisted funny when he went to pull something free, and since then it was refusing to bear weight properly. As if it had any choice in the matter.

He’d been wandering a bit aimlessly through the mall, observing all the shuttered shops that had once been the place to be as a teenager, bright signs and flashing lights long since faded and dead. Henrik could only guess the gates hadn’t held back those desperate for supplies that once had sat beyond. The over turned displays were all that really remained anymore. He came to a stop outside of one of those very stores, leaning against the wall a minute to adjust his boot, take the weight off his foot, and roll his ankle a bit in an attempt to alleviate the annoying ache that wouldn’t go away.

“Can I help you with something?” He murmured after a moment, tone already bordering on sarcastic, as his eyes finally lifting to meet the ones that he’d felt on him for the last stretch of storefronts and still continued to linger.

#w; ophelia cage #pd; winds & whispers #d; may 26 2044 #l; grand teton mall

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Heartbreak Ave.

When they’re in love with you but you have feelings for a different member (Hyung line)

→ tags/warnings: SFW, angstyyyyy (like, I’m sorry but at the same time I wanted to write something sad), no, there’s not a happy ending really idk so read at your own heart’s risk, but like really. I was listening to “Manos de Tijera” while writing this so it’s a wee bit heartbreaking

→ a/n: I don’t really write reactions very often but this seemed fun when @sierra-fics brought it up! I actually have one of your suggestions in my drafts, just haven’t finished it up yet. Thanks for the push, though! I love exploring different styles!

read the maknae line version here!

Kim Seokjin

he’s not surprised

it’s probably the worst part for him, the fact that he’s not surprised when your eyes light up as Taehyung waltzes in the room.

he had been in the middle of plucking up the courage to invite you to try out that new Thai restaurant you’d been chattering about when Tae walked in

and you tried - you really did - to pay attention to what Jin had been saying, but you faltered a bit as Tae greeted you warmly and plopped down beside Jin

and Jin just watched, not surprised.

although what does surprise him is how much it hurts

that pain where your heart literally, physically hurts? it’s an exquisite pain, one that takes his breath away

and it doesn’t go away

it doesn’t fade

so he ends up in Namjoon’s studio later that night, and Namjoon knows to wait for him to open up

Jin just stares for a while, blankly at the wall

“Does Tae like her?”

Namjoon already knows who he’s referring to. He’s known about Jin’s helpless crush on you for ages, he knew before Jin himself figured it out

but it’s the way that Jin asks the question so softly, so carefully, that Namjoon realizes with a start that this is so much more than a crush

and Jin looks at him, misery clear in his eyes but also clear resolve visible even as unshed tears glimmer

“Would you really let her go?” Namjoon counters gently. Because he knows. He knows that if Tae got the green light, you'd be swept up in a matter of seconds.

and it’s the way that Jin stares down at his feet, and the tears begin rolling down his cheeks, that has Namjoon sick to his stomach

Jin nods, and when he speaks, his voice shakes but he sounds so earnest that it breaks Namjoon’s heart

“I’d do anything for her.”

no words are exchanged after that for a long, heart-wrenching moment. it’s just Jin, staring down at his feet and quietly sobbing, and Namjoon, pulling him into an embrace.

“I’m sorry, hyung.”

it’s surprising to Jin, just how much that soft phrase cuts through him. It sounds so final.

because at the end of the day, it’s the only solace that can be offered to him.

he lost.

he loved, and he lost.

Min Yoongi

you’re sitting beside him in his studio when the realization hits him like a freight train

sprawled sideways in your designated swivel chair while you stifle a yawn and rub your eyes, Yoongi wonders when he let his emotions get so out of hand

because you’re offering him a shy smile and asking him a question that he numbly answers, but on the inside he’s a total clueless mess

when did he fall in love with you?

it’s something that will haunt him long after you leave that night, rushing out when you get a call from Hobi

for the second time that night, he’s hit with another realization

he’s still reeling from the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you, so when you gasp and grin when your phone light up with a call, he falters

it’s like being doused with a bucket of ice water, the way you whisper, “oh, it’s Hobi!” and politely ask if you can take the call before rushing out into the hallway

“oh,” he mumbles to himself as the door closes. “it’s Hobi.”

and he laughs.

quietly, darkly. he laughs to himself, at himself, whatever.

because of course it’s Hobi. his best friend, his vitamin. you two deserve each other. of that much he’s certain.

he doesn’t waste too much time feeling sorry for himself; he’s logical enough to see that you two are probably a better match. it’s nothing personal.

so why does he stay in his studio all night, ignoring any calls or messages sent his way?

he’s not sure when he fell asleep, but next thing he knows he’s sprawled out on his little couch and you’re gently shaking him awake

“Yoongo? Did you stay here last night?”

his eyes crack open at the sound of your voice, just enough to be met with your sweet smile

and he, in his half-asleep state, smiles back. he reaches one hand up to gently brush back a strand of your hair, and he swears you lean into his touch

and when you mumble something about Hobi bringing breakfast up, Yoongi is hit with the third realization in less that twenty-four hours.

it’s startlingly simple:

he wants to cry.

so he excuses himself to the bathroom, and cries. sets a five minute timer so nobody gets worried and comes looking for him, and allows himself that time to cry.

then, with machine-like precision, he washes his face and puts some eyedrops in, and goes back out to pretend like everything is fine.

and whenever Jin or Taehyung bring up acting, Yoongi knows. He knows, deep down, that he’s the best actor of all.

because he still loves you

and you will never know.

Jung Hoseok

hobi has never been the most forthcoming with his emotions

he keeps them on lockdown

monitors them with military-like focus

so he knows the exact moment he begins developing feelings for you

(it’s when you brought Bang PD a bouquet for valentine’s day, just to make him blush)

and he knows the exact second when he fell in love

(it was when, after a grueling day at work, you silently walked through his door with his favorite goodies and left without a single word)

(you were wearing a yellow cardigan that day)

(he’s never looked at the color yellow the same way)

if he’s completely honest, he’s sometimes trying so hard to stay on top of his own feelings that he forgets to watch out for where your attention may be drifting

to be fair, you kept your own little crush on Jimin a secret

so when Hobi decides to get over himself and just shoot his shot, he decides he’s all in

and when you arrive at his apartment that night for a movie, you’re shocked to see a bouquet of yellow flowers in Hobi’s shaking hands

“hey” he breathes

you stare at the flowers, then at him

“hello...?” then, with a sinking felling, you point at the flowers. “are those for me?”

hobi smiles broadly. “yeah, they are.” and he hands them to you, allowing his fingers to brush up against yours

it’s electrifying, that small touch

and again, he’s so focused on how electrifying it is that he misses the way you look like you might be sick

pale face, concerned expression

he misses it all, because he’s so nervous but so stupidly in love that he’s just barreling ahead.

gotta get this out of the way

ugh, feelings

and so when he leads you to sit with him out on the balcony, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with wonder in his eyes

and that’s when he notices the way you’re fiddling with your bracelet

not a problem, except for the fact that it’s the one he saw Jimin carefully choosing from an online collection

so when you keep fiddling with the bracelet and avoiding Hobi’s eye contact, he gets it

he takes a long look at all those emotions he keeps in check, and allows himself a moment of self-pity before reaching out and laying a hand atop your own

you immediately stop fidgeting and look at him with wide eyes. he can see with a pang how you’re trying to come up with the best way to let him down easy

so he does the job for you

“I just wanted to say thank you for the other day,” he says, forcing a light tone. “when you brought me those goodies after work. It really meant a lot.”

you blink, confused. “Oh. uh, you’re welcome.”

“and,” he drawls, a well-rehearsed smile clawing its way onto his face, “I wanted to snoop and get the inside scoop about Jiminie. I know he got you that bracelet. did he finally cave and confess to you?”

you look shocked, but you burst out into relieved laughter. “how did you know?”

he didn’t. “how could I not? he’s absolutely whipped.”

and you blush under the stars and begin to ramble, lost in your excitement and joy.

and Hobi watches. smiling. supportive. laughing at the right spots and asking all the right questions.

later, when you give him a tight hug and thank him for the fun night, he lets the words sting as you call him “such a great friend.” he lets them sting, relishing in the pain.

he reminds you to take your flowers home, and you begrudgingly admit that they’re your favorite type of flower.

he didn’t know. but that hurts, too. the fact that he got it right.

Hobi never looks at the color yellow the same way again.

Kim Namjoon

he’s told you he loves you a million times now

every night, in every dream, he tells you how much he loves you

adores you with everything he is

you manage to find your way into his music, his musings, every piece of artwork he comes across

he's never been like this before

never, he’s sure of it

and everyone knows, except for you.

it becomes a strange game for the boys to play, dropping hints at every opportunity, laughing at your confused expression

Jungkook and Taehyung especially enjoy the chaos that they create, making Namjoon groan and grow embarrassed

but you have no idea

or are you just willfully ignorant?

all Namjoon knows is that he’s swimming in his feelings for you, completely lost and on the verge of drowning

but, oh, what a way to die

he’s never been able to stop himself when it comes to you

and he considers himself rather disciplined, but the way you make him feel he could throw caution to the wind and give it all up

so when you end up staying late one night at the apartment, the boys manage to convince you to stay

“there’s plenty of room” Jungkook muses, feigning deep thought. “besides, it’s too late for you to drive back tonight. just stay.”

and while Namjoon wants to kill them all for the way they offer up his bed to you, he thinks he might actually die when you reluctantly agree with a yawn

he knows he should offer to take the couch, but something stops him

it’s like he physically can’t

“I don’t mind sharing the bed” you state, squinting at him while wearing his basketball shorts and oversized t-shirt.

you look adorable. he’s unsure of how he’s even functioning right now, to be honest. he’s melting.

“just keep your snoring in check, loser”

and he’s back to laughing, turning off the light and hopping into bed

you’re so far away

why are you so far away?

“hey” he whispers, the sound so loud in the quiet. the only other sound is the muffled voices of the other members, no doubt down in the kitchen gossiping about the events of the night

“hey yourself” you whisper back, turning to face him

he can see you in the moonlight, his eyes having adjusted just enough.

and he wants to kiss you so badly

so he smiles, heart leaping when you smile back

and he reaches out, gently tracing your jawline.

you say nothing, heart thundering in your chest

because to be honest, you’re confused

why is he looking at you like that?

but you don’t ask as Namjoon takes a deep breath, steadying himself before propping himself up on one elbow and looking down at you with an adoring expression

your eyes flutter closed as he brushes his thumb against your cheek, and he can feel your heartbeat racing

your reaction gives him all the courage he needs as he leans down, lips capturing your own in a long, sweet kiss

and he’s going out of his mind because he finally kissed you, didn’t he?! finally!!

but those are your hands on his chest, and instead of pulling him in closer you’re gently pushing him away

“namjoon.”

he’s never hated his name so much.

“I’m so sorry- I- I thought that maybe-” he stutters, pulling himself upright as you do the same, and he launches out of bed, hands in his hair “I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“Namjoon.” you repeat, and he notices now how utterly distraught you look.

because you’re still confused, but there’s one name rolling around in your head even as you can still taste namjoon on your lips.

“I...” you shake your head, unsure of what to say. “It’s just...”

and he’s looking at you with big eyes, taking in every single word you say. and you want to take it all back, want to let him kiss you until you’re breathless, but your heart won’t let you.

“Just what?” he asks quietly, afraid of the answer. so afraid

“...Jungkook.”

two syllables, and his world comes crashing down around him.

namjoon is silent, avoiding your gaze as he grabs one of the pillows off of the bed and a spare blanket, heading toward the door.

“I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m sorry.”

and he’s gone before you can utter another word.

sure enough, the boys are still downstairs, and they all fall silent as Namjoon appears, throwing the pillow down on the couch.

“Hyung!” Jungkook asks, scrambling over. “Hyung, what happened? What are you doing down here?”

Namjoon can’t bring himself to look at the maknae, not when he can still picture how it felt to kiss you. not when those few seconds of paradise are still on his lips.

“Didn’t wanna wake her up with my snoring.”

because how could he ever be angry at the boy that looks at him like he’s his savior?

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bluewhale52 · 4 years

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The House by the River

Summary: You, your husband and his brothers are back in the In The Soop house. But what happens when you forget the one thing you have to do during the pandemic?

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, fluff

Rating: R - there’s a bit of a talk about sex but nothing NSFW

WC: 2.3k

Warning: setting during the pandemic, a breach of safety protocol, Yoongi and OC sleep naked, talk of sex, pregnancy talk ~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

It is a great idea, you have to admit. When your husband found out that he had two straight days of no schedules and no work, he immediately suggested going back to the house by the river, where he and his brothers had gone to for work and also for a time of healing and relaxation.

You were so excited at the getaway idea, and although his six brothers invited themselves for the trip, you did not mind. Your daughter adores them, moreover you would have six very eager babysitters at your disposal.

So that’s how you find yourself, on a beautiful autumn day, on a hammock and reading a book Namjoon has lent you. You hear Jimin and Taehyung back at the ping pong table, and Hoseok screaming gleefully at his toy aeroplane he has built himself. Sweet musical notes drift from the house; Namjoon and Jungkook must have gotten inspiration in nature and are creating a song together.

You hear the familiar giggles coming from the dock, and you close your book. Leaving the hammock, you head to the boathouse to meet the owners of those giggles.

Your little girl is smiling ear to ear, and shrieking in delight at Seokjin, who is carrying a bucket and two fishing rods- well, one fishing rod and a toy one. He has been regaling your daughter with stories of fishing, it was not difficult at all to get her all excited to be his fishing buddy.

“Hey baby,” you kneel as your daughter barel into your arms. “Did you catch a lot of fish?”

“Four!” She happily exclaims, wriggling out of your arms to pull Seokjin closer to you. “Look, Eomma!”

“She’s my good luck charm. Not Yoongi, not my painting, Min Soojin was all I needed to show these fish who’s boss!” He ruffles her hair. She beams at him proudly.

“Wow! Are we having sashimi tonight?” You turn to find Hoseok right behind you, peering into the bucket. He turns to your daughter, innocently asking her, “you’re going to help Uncle Jin and Uncle Kook cut the fish?”

Soojin’s face immediately turns serious, her smile all gone. “Cut? Eomma?” She turns to you. “We cut fishies?”

“Well, that’s how we get sashimi, baby.”

Her face crumples at your answer, tears start pooling in her eyes. “No, I don’t want to hurt fishies.”

The two men immediately bend down and soothe her. “No, no, we won’t cut the fishies. Uncle Hoseok is just joking, right?” Seokjin gives Hoseok a stare.

“Yes, I was only joking, Soojin-ah.” Hoseok cuddles her. “Hey, do you want to see the plane I made?”

Soojin shakes her head. “No, I want to take fishies home so you don’t cut her.”

Hoseok resigns to his fate. He knows now your four year old daughter will see him as an evil villain, out to cut all the fish in the world.

“Baby,” you coo at Soojin. “Why don’t you, Uncle Jin and Uncle Hobi return the fish to the river?”

Seokjin glares at you. You know how challenging it was for him to catch even a single fish on his last trip here, and on the day he caught FOUR, he can’t even enjoy one as a sashimi.

Hoseok on the other hand, jumps at his chance of redemption. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Let’s do that, Soojin. Let’s free the fish!”

Soojin looks at Hoseok doubtfully. He grabs the bucket from Seokjin and offers his hand to your daughter. She gingerly puts her hand in his, and her other hand reaches for Seokjin’s.

Over your daughter’s head, Seokjin whispers sharply at Hoseok. “YOU put the fish back.”

You watch them squat by the dock, laughing along with Seokjin and Soojin as Hoseok squeals in disgust as he picks a fish out of the bucket and throws it inelegantly into the river. After the fourth fish is back in the water, Soojin is satisfied and her mood is back to her cheery self.

You look at your watch. 5pm. It’s time to get your husband out of his makeshift studio. “Soojin, want to see Appa?” You call out.

“No! Plane!” She points at Hoseok who is winding his toy plane again.

“Go get Yoongi. We’ll look after her.” Seokjin offers, and you give him a grateful smile. It IS nice to have your husband’s band mates around.

You walk up towards the campervan by the upper house. Your husband specifically made the request for the van to be there. You knock on the door, and you open it only after you hear his gruff response from inside.

“Hey babe,” you greet him from the door. “It’s just past five.”

Yoongi stretches behind the laptop and all his equipments. Rubbing his face, he mumbles, “Already?”

You open the door wider, letting more sun inside the dark campervan. “Did you manage to get all your work done?”

Yoongi gestures for you to come inside. You step in, and sit next to him. “Wanna hear?” He offers.

“Of course.” You take the headphones from his hands. You love how he always shares his rough drafts with you, even before he shares them with his members. It doesn’t matter that you know zilch about music, he loves watching you reacting to his creations.

He presses play, and your eyes widen at the sounds filling your ears. You turn to smile at him, pride on your face. He returns your smile with his own gummy one.

You love this kind of moment with Yoongi. You don’t need dates at fancy restaurants or expensive gifts like big diamond necklaces. Just time with him, alone like this, is enough. He watches you bopping along to his music, and burst out laughing in embarrassment as you scrunch your face at his attempt at a high note.

When the song ends, you take off the headphone and kiss him. “Well, Min PD-nim, I think you have another hit there.”

“You say that to all my songs.” He brushes away your compliment as he starts packing up his things.

“Well, it’s true. I’m not just saying that because you’re my husband.” You stand and move to the door to give him more space in the cramped sitting area of the campervan. You report to him about Soojin’s fishing experience earlier while Yoongi is putting his equipments in the bags.

“So Hobi actually held the fish?” Yoongi chuckles.

You nod. “I regret not capturing it on video. It was so funny.” You open the door and you both walk towards the upper house. “OH MY GOD!”

You exclaim as you see the state of the kitchen. Yoongi curses next to you.

All the foods you have bought for the stay are scattered all over the counter and the floor. Packages ripped open, vegetables and fruits half eaten.

“Oh no, did an animal- or a pack of them- get in?” You lift a bag of bitten and nibbled onions. “They like onions it seems.”

Your husband sighs. “Guess we’ll have to go out for dinner then. There’s no way we can salvage any of this.”

You agree with him and start cleaning up. Shortly after, the kitchen is clean and free of scraps, and you both return to the main house to break the news. The members don’t seem to mind going out, Taehyung even suggests going to the burger joint he visited with Hoseok before. Seokjin and Yoongi decide they could stop by a supermarket on the way back to get enough food for breakfast and lunch for the next day.

And so off the nine of you go to the town for a burger dinner. Arriving at the small restaurant, you are shocked at how crowded it is. “Wow, the burgers here must be really good.” You comment to Taehyung.

He nods, licking his lips. “One of the best, Noona. You’ll love it.”

You smile at his enthusiasm, and also when he picks up Soojin to show her the menu board.

Then you realize something.

Your heart drops when you realise that no one, not a single person is wearing a mask. The staff, the patrons, and even you, your husband and his brothers, and your daughter, none of you is masked up.

You start to panic. Reaching for Yoongi, you tug his hand. “Babe, we’re not wearing our masks!”

“Relax, baby, we’re fine. No one recognizes us here.”

“No! Yoongi, not to hide your faces. The pandemic isn’t over yet and we’re not wearing masks!” You shout at him.

To your shock, no one seems to hear you, or even care that everyone in this burger joint is ignoring the most important safety protocol. You panic even further, and while making your way to Taehyung to take Soojin back, you feel something tugging the back for your cardigan.

You turn to chide Yoongi, thinking it is him who is pulling your clothes. You gasp when you find no one behind you. Not Yoongi, not Namjoon, not anyone you came to the place with. In fact, the whole place has become empty, but for a little boy standing in front of you.

He has feline eyes, much like Yoongi’s, and his complexion is as milky white as your husband’s too. He looks up at you with such innocence, and you kneel down to meet him at eye level.

“Hi,” you greet him. “Are you okay? Where are your parents?”

The boy continues to look at you silently, then he fishes something out of his packet. It is a folded K94 mask. He offers it to you.

“For you, Eomma.” He says shyly.

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You sit up, gasping out loud. You immediately reach for your face, feeling for a mask around your mouth and nose. Your fingers touch bare skin directly, which sends you into a panic.

You start to look around for a mask frantically, only to find yourself... in your bedroom in Seoul? And your husband is stirring awake next to you. You reach for the baby monitor, and relief floods over you as you see on the screen that your daughter Soojin is sleeping peacefully in her room.

“Babe,” Yoongi sits up next to you, voice still thick with sleep. “You okay?”

You place a hand on your bare chest. Your heart is still beating fast. “I just had the craziest dream.”

Yoongi reaches for you and pull you down to lie with him. Rubbing your back, he asks you to tell him your dream.

“We were back in the house, that In the Soop house,” you begin. “We were having such a good time, Soojin was laughing, the boys were all there too.”

You try to focus but bits and pieces of the dream are already forgotten in your mind. “And somehow we all went out for dinner, and no one was wearing masks, Yoongs, including us and I panicked I think?”

Your husbands hands are soothing you. “And that’s when you woke up?”

“No...There’s something else.” You struggle to remember. “There’s a boy I think, and I thought he was lost, but he gave me a face mask.”

Yoongi stops rubbing you. “The boy gave you a mask?” He sounds tickled.

“It’s a dream, it doesn’t have to make sense.” You playfully swat his chest.

He nuzzles your hair. “You dream of the weirdest things.”

You giggle in his embrace. Your naked bodies pressed closer as sleepiness starts to disappear, slowly replaced by something more carnal.

You suddenly remember something. “Oh my god, Yoons!” You push Yoongi away. He leans back, confused.

“What if that was a conception dream? The boy called me Eomma.”

Your husband looks at you as if you have grown two heads. “A conception dream?”

“Well, we may have conceived a child tonight, considering... you know, how many times you came in me.”

“Only twice but thanks for the ego boost.”

“I’m serious!” You give him a stern look. “What if we conceived a baby tonight, and that was my conception dream? Oh my god, how could my conception dream be of a boy giving me a K94 mask?”

Yoongi starts laughing. “And what do you think that would mean? We’re gonna have a son who’d become a doctor? That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

You pout. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

He cradles you back in his arms. You have talked with your husband before about giving Soojin a sibling. Your hand unconsciously moves down to your tummy. You and Yoongi have foregone all birth controls tonight, and you hope one of his swimmers has made it.

Yoongi strokes your hair gently. “You know, since you have the conception dream already, why don’t we make sure it doesn’t go to waste?”

His hands are moving down your body, sending sparks all over.

“I agree, Min Yoongi. You better give me a baby tonight. Just in case the first two times weren’t quite successful.”

Laughing, he rolls over to be on top of you, determined to get you all nice and pregnant by the time morning comes.

A/N: I actually had the dream OC had - minus the boy with the K94 mask. The fact that Miss Rona actually invaded my dream, that was just so crazy I had to write it down! And eventually it became this little piece of a fic 😄 Please remember to wear your mask, social distance and stay safe! 💜

Published 08022021

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songbirdstew · 2 years

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Between family, work, and parenting, I spent a collective 14+ years reading out loud to the under-8s crowd. Here are a few books I read over and over and never got tired of:

Dragons Love Tacos and Secret Pizza Party, by Adam Rubin

Really all of Sandra Boynton, but especially Snuggle Puppy, Hippos Go Berserk!, Moo, Baa, La la la, and One, Two, Three!

Where the Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak

Horton Hears a Who and The Cat in the Hat, Dr Seuss

Go, Dog, Go!, PD Eastman

The Pigeon Books (and The Duckling book), Mo Willems

In a Dark Dark Room, Alvin Schwartz

Goodnight, Gorilla, Peggy Rathmann

These selections all meet the following criteria: repeatedly (R E P E A T E D L Y) requested by children, often multiple times a day; made me laugh out loud; enable the use of several silly voices or dynamic tones; kids looove to join in, and then will recite lines throughout the day, which is hilarious. These stand out because the kids loved them, and more importantly, I also loved them.

The first story which In A Dark Dark Room takes its name from is especially great if you can whip it out from memory. The kids get hypnotized watching your face and listening to you gradually get down to a barely audible whisper; if you slightly lean toward them as you get quiet, they’ll lean toward you; the payoff when you blurt out “A GHOST!” is gales of shrieks and then hysterical giggles and rolling around on the floor, and then, “DO IT AGAIN!”

Snuggle Puppy can be adapted to any and all musical styles. Curtis went with death metal; I favored a Paul McCartney “Oh Darling” style bellow. Sid loved BOTH and would ask us one after the other to read it.

Of all the many, many Seuss books out there, those two are the two that got requested time and time again. Our personal copy of Horton is falling apart, we read it so much, and I NEVER got bored of it. It’s fun to read, and it’s sweet and important. I personally love Green Eggs and Ham, but I found the kids kind of sense there’s ~a lesson~ in it and they resent it lol.

You may think there is some glaring oversight in here. “No Richard Scarry? What about Goodnight Moon? What about [favorite artsy book from the last ten years here]?” My fellow adults. Your favorite kids books are boring as fuck and everyone knows it. Get that Pat the Bunny shit outta here. Richard Scarry is super super great for kids who want to look at books on their own; I myself was fascinated by his illustrations as a youngster. But I do not recommend them for read alouds, because they are sooooooo loooonnnnnnnng, and because kids love them, they will ask for them Every. Damn. Day. You will have to spend an hour of your life every day reading about the Pig Family’s Misadventures, and I’m sorry to say, that shit gets old. If you DO get roped into it, I strongly suggest you start by skipping pages or paragraphs from the get go. It will be over sooner, and you can vary it every time you reread it, so it will be less tedious for you and you can avoid the “Ms Treva, you forgot a page!!!” a little longer.

There are also plenty of books that aren’t terrible, but also didn’t wind up our faves. They’re just, fine. A lot of Eric Carle and Jan Brett falls into this category. Approximately one million board books about trucks fall into this category.

If the kiddos in your world are between 3-8, they are also at the perfect age for comics, especially if they aren’t reading on their own yet. Calvin and Hobbes is what inspired baby Sid to teach himself to read, and is probably the top tier best choice for kids of all ages. The art is vibrant, the scenarios are highly varied, and Sid loved any comic that was about, quote, “a kid just like me.” They relate to Calvin even before they can read what he’s saying. At about 6-8, he got into Lumberjanes, Bad Machinery, Foxtrot, and Garfield.

Please pay attention to which books your kids actually like. If you insist on reading a book because your grandma read it to you, but kiddo never actually asks for it unprompted, that means they don’t like it. Respect that. And make peace with the fact that you will indeed end up rereading the same boring story every single day, because kids are dumb and they like dumb things. Don’t @ me, the Berenstain Bears suck.

#this post is almost as long as Cars and Trucks and Things That Go #OH THAT NAUGHTY DINGO #GO GET HIM FLOSSY

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simpingforcadbury · 3 years

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Chocolate and Floss of the Non-Fairy Variety

11. Stargazing (1966)

Warning: slight NSFW

A/N: til that Willy Wonka has a PD in Chemistry. Source: https://roalddahlpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Willy_Wonka

There was little to clean up that they hadn’t already done so after dinner. Mr Anderson (who had graciously left them the rest of the champagne) had returned home and Mr Wilkinson and Palaaw had retired for an early night’s rest.

Situated at the sink beside her, Willy washed up the dishes while Kristie gingerly stacked them up on the drying rack. They worked as smoothly as a factory line and before long, the work was all finished, with a final wipe down of the dining table and their workspace.

It was almost too easy to succumb to the sofa, but Kristie was distracted by the now-developed photo they had taken before their friends had left.

Handling the photograph with care, Kristie laid it gently to rest within its glass frame, slotting it beside the photo of her own family on the buffet.

“What do you think?” she whispered quietly.

A sudden warmth wrapped itself tight around her, catching her by surprise. “It’s perfect, more than I could have asked for. Thank you.” Willy hummed into her hair. Slowly she raised her own arms and smoothed them over the back of his plum jacket.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Catching the view of the town below from the corner of her eye, she reluctantly broke away from his embrace. In reality it was only an excuse, she wasn’t even sure if he thought the same of her, it would be inappropriate to stay in his arms any longer. She didn’t want to set herself up for disappointment.

The fallen snow coating the sidewalks and the odd tree was illuminated in the harsh glow of the street lamps in tiny panoramas of light. The lights shimmering through the windows of houses and apartments in the valley were like undulating waves upon an endless darkened sea.

“It’s lovely down there isn’t it?”

“It’s beautiful. Like a blanket of stars on earth.” She said absentmindedly.

“It’s a clear night,” he ambled over. “How do you feel about stargazing?”

“Are you offering?” She prodded slyly, interest piqued.

“I am.” Oh.

“Well aren’t you always full of surprises. I’d be delighted to.” She grinned back at him. “It’s a bit cold to be going out though.”

“Who says we’ll have to go out?” He quipped. “Come with me, I’ll show you!”

Taking his hand, Kristie was taken through the labyrinthine halls of the factory’s living quarters. Countless rooms with names of people she knew and who she didn’t know passed before her eyes in a blur, until Willy stopped abruptly at a winding staircase encased in glass.

“Just how far are we going?” She said breathlessly.

“Not much farther now!”

Up and up they climbed together until finally, a door opened up before them, and beyond it... an observatory.

“Welcome to stargazing, darling.” Willy puffed out breathlessly. Kristie gasped aloud, it was beyond her wildest imaginations of what she had expected. She found herself floundering wordlessly as she groped for any answer at all, but there was none.

At the push of a button, it’s grey metal covering retracted with a low groan. Overhead a great dome stretched above them, glass panes seamlessly connected to create an uninterrupted view of the night sky. In the centre of it all, a telescope, and radiating out from it, a map of the stars and constellations set in the tile beneath their feet. At its rim, a long cushioned bench ran around its circumference, offering comfort for any viewers. In the complete darkness, the stars burned even brighter against the fabric of the sky.

“I... It’s magical, Willy” she whispered as she perched beside him at the bench. Leaning back she traced the familiar sky with her eyes, the hidden paths between the stars making themselves known to her.

“Mm, I come here often; its a good place to just.. be without thinking.

“I can see why. I wonder if that’s the ISS there right now, it’s moving awfully fast.” She pointed up at the bright object.

With a considering look, he confirmed it. “I think you’re right. It certainly looks bright enough to be.” Willy’s heart pounded in his ears. Is it a good time?

They fell into an easy silence, soaking up the peace of the moment.

“Willy,” she broke the quiet in an uncertain voice. “I wonder what our lives will be like in the future. Where do you think your path will lead you?”

He pondered for a moment, “I’m so tied to my factory that I never really considered it. I suppose I would like to travel around the world, if only for a time. Maybe I’ll go visit my hometown in New England. I want.. I want to find someone to love, to cherish and make a home with. Someplace perhaps where I can be wholly myself without having to hide.”

Her heart sank, so he was still searching for that love. He must not feel the same as she does.

There was a silence. “It must take its toll, pretending to be someone you’re not when you’re outside the factory for so long. I suppose I would also like to love and be loved someday. I had no idea you were born in America, did you live there for long?”

“I don’t quite have the accent do I? I grew up in England actually. Finished my bachelors at university here too. I did move to California for a while on a research scholarship though and I finished my doctorate there.”

“What was your field? You never corrected me on your title, Dr Willy Wonka, and it’s been 5 years.” Kristie admonished nudging his arm playfully as she said so.

“Well it was chemistry, practical and experimental chemistry to be exact. I actually met Slugworth in California, we used to be the best of friends and my word, the things we’d get up to in the lab... we won the Nobel Prize together that year.” he smiled reminiscently.

She guffawed, “Slugworth of Slugworth Confections Limited? The man who made you shut down the factory?”

“The very same. He’s changed now.” He sighed sadly.

“I would never have guessed, and a Nobel Prize too! You’re a man of many wonders, Willy. Whoever it is who holds your love will be one lucky person.”

“Speaking of, what are you looking for in your future partner?” He asked her, testing the waters.

“I guess I have a few must-haves that I would look for. I would like them to love me wholeheartedly and be honest and open with their thoughts and feelings. I would like someone who respects me and take me seriously as an equal. And I’d like them to be loyal too. Someone to share my life with who I can work in a team with to tackle challenges together. Someone who’s is responsible and reliable. A person who knows how to enjoy the little things in life and isn’t so money focused would hurt either. Oh and I don’t want them to abuse me. That list came out longer than expected.” She laughed in spite of herself.

“It isn’t long at all, considering that most of what you listed is the very definition of what makes a loving relationship!”

“I suppose it is! But they’re definitely things that I’d have to make clear with a partner. You’d be surprised by how many men cheat on their partners or treat their wives as property or abuse them. I’m afraid of entering a relationship like that.” She shuddered at the thought.

“I can see where you’re coming from. It makes me sad to see you afraid to lose your basic human rights in a relationship. I suppose this is the first I’ve actually thought about it, it never really crossed my mind before.”

“Well, you’re a man. You probably don’t have the same focus on issues that you’re not affected by as someone who faces these problems day by day. So, what kind of person would catch your fancy?”

“Hmm, well strangely enough I already have someone I fancy, as unlikely as that sounds. I met her in the town one afternoon. She’s gentle and driven, very well organised and reliable. She sees me for who I am and she treats me as her equal. She’s not afraid to speak out and I admire the fact that she faces her problems head on. I think we work well as a team.” He added softly, a blush growing on his ears.

“Oh? And do they reciprocate?” Kristie swallowed back her disappointment with envy. We’re just friends, calm down. I’ve just misread him is all. How blinded you have been by your false fantasies! How cruelly you have mislead yourself to think that he would return your affections! To think he spends so much time out of the factory to see you when he has been eyeing some young beauty.

“I’m not sure. I haven’t asked her,” he hummed turning to look at her. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the sky. “I’m afraid she won’t think the same of me.”

“Maybe you should tell her.” She said shortly.

“That’s what Palaaw told me tonight too.” Why hadn’t Palaaw told her when she spoke to him about her burgeoning attraction to Willy? He would surely have known. Kristie suddenly felt very unsure and confused.

“I see. When do you plan to ask her? If she’s from the town you ought to act quickly, there may be others vying for her attention.”

“I’m sure there are. She’s beautiful too, I might add. I’m afraid she will not feel the same about me. I think you know her well though.”

“Would I?”

“She’s a city girl who moved her 5 years ago. She takes care of her family who are nearest and dearest to her. She bought and runs her own tiny little dental clinic with the passion of someone who truly loves her job. She spends most evenings working in the Chocolate factory.” Kristie’s breath hitched.

“She enjoys long walks and birdwatching and she never fails to make me laugh. She’s like a storm when she’s angry but she’s not short tempered. She had a new ventilation system installed in her clinic last month.” Willy mentioned jokingly. Then in a more serious tone, he added, “She’s given me my family back again. What do you think she would say if I asked her?” She could feel the nervousness in his voice, shaking slightly, uncertain in the darkness beside her.

Letting out an uneven breath, she responded. “She would ask him if he was sincere in his interests and tell him her fears about entering a relationship. She would be overjoyed to know that her love for him is returned. Because beside him, she feels complete and he fills her with happiness.”

“Kristie, I’m sincere. And you needn’t be worried. I’ll honour your needs and I’ll try my best to be a great partner.” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to his side.

“I know you will.” Turning at last to meet his eyes, she felt assured and safe in his gaze as she leaned into him. A wave of relief washed over them both.

“May I kiss you?” Willy asked shyly, feeling the heat rising to his face.

She smiled, taking in his features bathed in starlight, cupping his cheek as she did so. “You may.”

His kiss was gentle and natural, but passionate, unhurriedly exploring her lips and the plane of her neck. The muffled sounds of small moans arising from them both spurred them on, their kisses growing hungry, adding to their growing arousal at this new sport. His hands roved to rest on her hips as he did so, holding her against him. It felt good to be loved in return.

There was a great warmth that swelled inside Kristie and it fluttered in her stomach as her hands ran across his chest, feeling his form beneath the fabric of his waistcoat and dress shirt. Pressed so close to him, she was suddenly aware of something probing uncomfortably at her stomach. Sweeping a hand to clear the nuisance she was met by widened eyes as her fingers brushed over tented fabric instead. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t realise that was you there!”

“Perfectly alright darling, in fact I wouldn’t mind if you, ah, did it again.” He gasped breathlessly.

“Feeling feisty today are we?” She smirked, “Maybe we should take this downstairs.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

It didn’t take long for them to scramble back down the long flight of stairs, a keen excitement shared between them. Thankfully there was no need to make the long walk all the way back to Kristie’s apartment, the first door beside the observatory being Willy’s.

Tidy and clean and homey was how it felt. The walls were a soft touch of beige and it smelled faintly of fresh cotton. Upon the wall was a grand painting of a picturesque landscape, blooming with flowers, a small boat moored to a stake. It was so... normal. She was half surprised that there wasn’t something quirky there. Framed pictures of his family and his university qualifications were stacked above the false fireplace. In a little box was a gold medallion, with the Nobel prize in it, dwarfed besides memories of epic proportions.

On the bedside table, a CD player was present, a stack of discs on the stand beneath it. Kristie moved to inspect the music choices, running her finger down the spines of cases. A collection of Strauss waltzes, Cole Porter hits and miscellaneous piano pieces. A recording of Mozart’s Magnificat and the Marriage of Figaro lay sandwiched between Arias by Joan Sutherland and an album of Frank Sinatra. A fine selection and some good picks, she concluded.

“I like your taste in music. I heard Joan Sutherland sing once in Gounod’s Romeo and Juliet. She had the most amazing voice.”

“Perhaps we’ll go together when she tours again.” Willy whispered by her ear, arms winding around her waist once more. She shivered in anticipation. Perhaps they were moving too fast, in her mind she thought it unwise to surrender herself entirely to him so early on. It was emotionally dangerous territory. What if he changed his mind about the way he felt? It was tempting to continue on the path she had set upon, but a guarded part of her wasn’t ready.

“Willy.” He paused, sensing the shift in her tone. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves, maybe we should have a night in instead. I’m not ready for this yet. I want to wait for marriage first.”

He relinquished his hold around her, “That’s ok, we should wait. We have all the time in the world. Would you be comfortable to stay the night?”

“I’d like that. You don’t happen to have an extra toothbrush and a change of clothes that I could borrow, would you?”

It was decidedly strange to climb into Willy’s ornately carved mahogany four poster bed. It looked as though it had been plucked straight out of another era, yet it belonged so well, complementing the pink sheets. But somehow, curling up beside him in Willy’s borrowed night shift, Kristie felt at ease, drifting off already as she cuddled into him, nestling under his arm. This felt right.

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