#what do people tag these things wif.....

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kyle and rex is an absurdist drama set in a stagnant afterlife where everyone lies, cheats, manipulates, and hurts each other in order to gain political power and admiration from the public.

with characters constantly haunted by ghosts of the past, trying to stay on top of the food chain despite constant betrayals and having their secrets held up above their heads, comes back kyle, from his long stay back as a guiding spirit on earth, to take back reigns of the throne in the inbetween. though much like everyone else, hes got a long list of dirty laundry that many are aching to reveal. there are no real friends here.

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WSBH chara q’s: (you don’t have to answer all the numbers, just whatever you want to 𖢘)

16/35/51 for Scotch

1/6/55 for Atlas

I LOVE YOU

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

okay i truly think scotch argues with seraph in his head all the time. ALL the time. scotch largely ignores them, and vice versa, because he dislikes them and they know it. seraph is very conflict avoidant lol, and as long as hes not a "threat" they dont care to talk to him about their problems. he probably argues with atlas and jacob (his older brother) too, atlas about more stupid small stuff, and jacob about childhood and life stuff :p

im trying to think of more general groups he would argue with but i cant come up with anything BAHAH. hes not exactly conflict avoidant in the annoying libra way that seraph is, he more just ignores conflict for his friends’ (mostly atlas’) sake. idk if that makes sense LOL

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

hmmm.. smallest? i mean scotch strings eloise along for most of the time pre timeskip. its not a main focus but its definitely important in order to understand scotch as a whole. she and scotch go out for a while, and mid way through that he realizes hes GAY gay. lol. and obviously lying to her about that is pretty questionable after a while. especially since he and atlas have been 👉👌 like the whole time. but she kind of knows. well

something a little bigger would be him encouraging or otherwise turning a blind eye to all the weird stuff atlas is up to. he doesn't know what it's like to be a werewolf, he can't say anything, right? lol.... murder is okay if its a talking dog doing it. scotch enabler supreme. actually when seraph is introduced, he and atlas have a 'joke' (kind of starts being real) about luring seraph somewhere to kill them. obviously doesnt happen and gets abandoned. but i think its important to know about their dynamic LOL

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

this guy is kind of goofy. i cant think of phrases rn but he has a specific way of speaking.. you could watch pretty much any old pop punk band interview and kind of get the idea. HAHAH

1. What’s the lie your character says most often?

atlas is a big fan of saying 'its fine' for all situations ever. family in mortal danger? its fine. completely splitting? its fine. arthritis excruciating? its fine. hes one of those people that dont like to deal with the fawning of others unless hes feeling real special. Ends up putting people in more danger a lot of the time. i think eloise is the only fan of communication in this friend group to be honest. i should have made her the main character

he tends to make promises he cant keep as well, but thats more general..

6. What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

i have NO idea. i feel like atlas would be a music snob, so maybe his favorite 'super underground' bands. otherwise he'd probably never recommend raw human meat to another human (no matter how much scotch asks -__-).. (he would chicken out anyway)

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

um. so atlas hates working out. he especially hates running, you know, the thing that wolves are known for doing a lot of? unfortunately the lycanthropy came with a side effect of pretty bad arthritis, so that doesnt exactly encourage him. he DOES exercise, a lot since hes pretty much required for his ermm "side job", but he hates it 😸 besides the arthritis it’s mostly because I think it’s silly that he hates it. yay

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Playdate

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Sam and Bucky take y/n on a playdate to Chuck E. Cheese

✒ Tags and Warnings : fluff? , lmk if I missed any.

✒ Author's Note : This is the first one shot of The Package AU. I’d love to hear ideas or requests for other parts!

✒ Word Count : 2704

✒ Read Time: 13 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

Today was an exciting day, or at least everyone kept saying it would be. Sam and Bucky were taking you to Chuck E. Cheese, you had never been there before. You couldn’t shake the nervous feeling you had about being with Bucky and Sam without Wanda. It’s nothing they did, you were just a bit shy around certain people, especially men; but Wanda was your rock, she made you feel safe. She was someone you felt comfortable hiding behind whenever the situation called for it; without your shield, you were on your own.

Wanda knew you were feeling anxious about the day ahead, but she also knows that it will be good for you to get through moments like this without hiding away. She takes the time to assure you that she’s only a phone call away, but she has a feeling you’ll end up having so much fun that you forget about her anyhow.

“Look at you, all ready to go?”

“Come wif?” You begged with doe eyes, hoping Wanda would change her mind about coming with you three.

“No, malyshka. We talked about this, remember?”

“Pwease?” you continued on softly.

She picked you up and sat you down on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of you, “what are you so nervous about?”

“I- you won’t be dere” you replied

“Sam and Bucky want to spend time with you, malyshka. I promise you’re going to have so much fun.” she tried to reason as she moved your hair from your face.

“Ok.” You say, not totally convinced. You figure you’re not going to get your way and it’s best to just get it over with.

Wanda walks you down to the common room to meet up with Bucky and Sam. They talk for a little bit about when they think you’ll be back so that Wanda can plan her day. She wanted to do a few errands while Sam and Bucky had you for the day.

“Ready, Y/N?” Bucky exclaimed as he went to pick you up and put you on his shoulders, you let him but didn’t give much of a response. Wanda explained to them both that you were a bit anxious so they knew what to expect. The drive took about 35 minutes; and the whole time Bucky tried to get you to sing along with him to the radio. It took a few tries, but eventually, House Party by Sam Hunt came on and you couldn't help yourself but join in. Sam knew this was a major win for Bucky, so he took a lap throughout the plaza a couple of times so that you two could finish your song before he parked the car in the Chuck E. Cheese parking lot.

“We’re here!” Sam exclaimed excitedly trying to carry over the hype from the song into the good times that lie ahead. Bucky eagerly got out of his seat and headed straight for your door to let you out, “Are you ready, Y/N? I’m so excited, are you excited?!” He said like a little kid getting ready to go into a candy shop. You nodded your head in return, hoping that would be enough. You didn’t know how to feel truthfully, you weren’t sure exactly what stood through the doors but everyone said it would be fun.

The first thing you noticed about the place was that it was immediately much louder than the parking lot. As soon as you walked through the door you could hear bells, games, music, and kids making just about any noise they could. It was a bit overwhelming, you tried to look around to see what the place entailed. Right away, the flashing lights of the games caught your eye.

Soon enough you went through the gate and they stamped each of your forearms with the number 112 in a glow-in-the-dark ink that only showed under their black light. You were hesitant at first, but seeing Bucky and Sam get the stamp and not flinch put you at ease. The metal and the ink were slightly cold to your skin as it was applied but seeing it glow really fascinated you. Moments after walking in, Sam quickly found a table for the 3 of you to settle into. Bucky passed out the menus, “you hungry, y/n?” he says while scanning his laminated parchment.

“Wittle bit” you replied as you began to scan the photos throughout the menu. “Dis’ll be it” you say as if it is all you want and Bucky looks down to see you pointing to an image of chocolate cake, “yea, I bet it would be.” he chuckles back in response, “how about we split a pizza before we go play?” sam offered. “Sounds good to me, what about you, sport?” he asks, waiting for your response. You respond with a nod, “I like pizza,” you confirm and with that, a waiter is over to take your order.

“We can go on the slide?” you wonder aloud to the two boys with you as you watch the other kids having fun coming down the slide.

“We sure can, we’ll start with that after we eat,” Bucky answers you.

You’re not sure exactly how long the food took to come but it didn’t feel like long as you watched all the kids playing around you. You were hesitant to immediately want to try some things as you were content watching the other kids do them while you feel it out. Just watching them have fun was enough for you to be intrigued by the activity as you decide if it's really worth your attention.

Once you finished up your meal, you all made your way to discard your shoes onto the shoe rack so that you could head into the play gym. You hesitated on the first step, not wanting to climb up first. “You first,” You say to the two behind you. Sam, next in line, switches spots with you and agrees to be the guinea pig, “alright, alright. I’ll go first”

After the first few blocks, and bucky guiding your feet to the right spots, you were getting the hang of it. You thought the coolest part was seeing the view from the top of the room. At the top of the enclosed playpen, there was a makeshift car that had a windshield to look out over the entire restaurant and a steering wheel that didn’t really do anything but look and feel fun as you pretend you're driving a car through the air. You sat in the passenger seat with sam and then scooted to the driver seat when Bucky came up.

Sam was the first to make it to the slide since he was the first one to go. When he got down to the bottom, he immediately got in position with his phone camera to take a video of your first time down a slide.

You came down, and then Bucky next. The slide emptied into a large ball pit. It took you a bit of time to get through the balls, luckily Bucky was behind you to help you through. On your way out you grab a light blue one and hold it close to you, wanting to save it forever. There were so many balls in the pit, surely one going with you wouldn’t be missed.

“Wanna go play some games now?” Bucky asked, excited to play air hockey with you.

“Uh sure.” not really caring what you do next as long as it’s fun, and you get to take your new ball.

Once Sam noticed you had the ball over in the gaming area, he immediately said it needed to be brought back to the ball pit. Bucky could see that you were sad but you were well-behaved and didn’t put up a fight with Sam as he took it back to where it belonged. Since Sam was busy returning your ball, Bucky got the first game against you on the air hockey table, not that he would’ve let Sam go first anyway.

Bucky got 2 in on you right off the bat; but once you were able to block a couple of his shots, you got the hang of pelting the puck back and eventually caught back up. In the end, Bucky had you beaten but you played a pretty good game.

The next few hours were spent switching between games and climbing through the playground. Sam quickly had enough of the playground and chose to wait for the two of you at the bottom.

In the meantime, he noticed that some people had started to gather at the tables by the stage. This made him decide to check the showtimes and sure enough, there was one in about 20 minutes so he moved your belongings from the table you currently had to one that was in the other room by the stage.

The next time the two of you came down the slide, he motioned for you to meet him over there for the show. Sam could see some of the parents around him hyping up the show to the kids to try and get them excited, to some it was working, but he couldn’t do that to you in good conscience. To be honest, he didn’t know how you would react to this show, and whether you’d completely vibe with the tunes and animated animals or you’d see them as creepy possessed singing demons. Both were valid.

Luckily, it was the first of the two. The creepy puppetry didn’t phase you one bit as all you saw were cute animals singing catchy tunes. Bucky noticed you dancing in your seat to the beats, so he lifted you onto the floor as he turned his chair toward the stage so you could stand between his legs and dance more fully on the floor in front of him without being in the way of others.

When the show ends, Sam asks you if there is anything else you’d like to do before they leave. After thinking thoroughly through your options, you assured him you were ready when they were.

“WAIT, we have to see what prizes we can get with all these tickets!” Bucky enthusiastically reminded you.

“Prizes?” you wondered. You knew you got tickets for being good at certain games but you had no idea that you could trade them in for prizes.

“Yea! Here, put your shoes on and we’ll go see.” Bucky explained as he handed you your shoes and put his on as well. While the two of you put on your shoes, Sam neatened up the tickets that were strewn across the table so that they would go into the machine easier.

Once your shoes were on and you were ready to go, other than having your jacket on which Sam carried, you all headed over to the ticket counter. Bucky handed you the first set of tickets and guided your hand to the slot; once the ticket was gripped by the machine, it automatically started sucking the rest in as it counted it. The action startled you at first, you don’t know what you were expecting but it wasn't that. Not too long later though, you're memorized by the action and the way the number keeps going up.

Once all the tickets are in the machine, the number at the top read 582. You looked to Bucky to see what it all meant so he explained that anything behind the counter with a number less than that is something you could bring home. You scanned the case and the wall thoroughly, most of the ones on the wall were really high ticket prices but there was one stuffed animal that caught your eye and it was 500 tickets. You knew immediately the blue owl stuffie was the one you wanted.

“OWL!” you pointed to the plush on the wall.

“This one?” The worker grabbed the stuffed animal to confirm your choice. You nodded excitedly in response and hugged it tightly as soon as he handed it over.

As you left the building, you got to put your hand under the black light again to see the 112 light up on all three of your arms to make sure they’re leaving with the right child. You didn’t know the reason behind the stamps but you still found them interesting. On the drive home, you hugged your new owl the whole time. “Do you have a name for your new friend yet?” Bucky turned around to ask you.

You hadn’t thought about that yet, so you took a couple seconds to thing before blurting out, “Hoot”

Soon enough, you and Hoot were sleeping soundly together in the backseat during the ride home. When Sam pulled up to the compound to find you sleeping, he gently unbuckled you from the car and managed to take you inside without disturbing you. Once he had you in his arms you nuzzled further into him to get more comfortable as you continued sleeping.

Wanda was busy cooking dinner when they came in and softy placed you on the couch of the empty common room. At the smell of meat sauce, the two boys quickly made their way to the kitchen. “How’d it go?” Wanda asked as she stirred her pot.

“Oh, we had a great time! I think Y/N had a lot of fun.” Bucky assured her.

“She’s in there sleeping with her new stuffie,” Sam added

“That’s wonderful I’m glad she had a good time. Dinner is almost ready if you two want some.”

Once the food was ready for serving, Wanda dished out two plates to the boys and two plates for her to bring to the common room. You were still sound asleep on the couch as she gently shook you awake to ask if you would like some dinner. As soon as you heard her voice, your eyes shot open. You were so excited to see her and tell her about all the fun you had with Sam and Bucky. “Y/N, sweetie. Are you hungry?”

Instead of responding you attacked her with a hug, “mm we had so much fun, look!” you said showing her your new stuffie.

“Who’s this?” “Hoot” you respond, “Mr Bucky and me played games and den we got dees tickets and wif da tickets I bought dis”

“Oh wow, you must’ve played a lot of games.” Wanda mentioned.

“We did, and- and we went down dis huge swide dat went into a swimming pool full of balls!” “A swimming pool?”

“Yea- well der was no water. I picked out a reawy pwetty ball but Mr Sam said dat it had to stay in da ball pool and I couldn’t keep it. OH! And me and Mr Bucky pwayed hockey in da air table and den we also saw a show wif a bunch of aminals!”

“Sounds like you had lots of fun!” Wanda smiled

“We did” you answered as you took the fork that Wanda handed you. The two of you continued to eat and talk about your day.

Bucky and Sam had finished up their dinner before the two of you, Sam went off to his room to get cleaned up for the night as Bucky headed out to the common room to see you.

“Hey Y/N, I uh- I have something for you” he said as he kneels down to your level.

You turn your attention away from your food to the man kneeling beside you as he pulls something from his jacket. In his hand, he hands you the same color light blue plastic ball from the ball pit. “My ball!” Your eyes lit up when you saw it and you grabbed it immediately.

“Don’t tell Sam,” He whispers as he stands up and you nod in agreeance “Tank you, Mr Bucky!”

Wanda sat there smiling at the exchange as she silently mouthed “Thank you” to Bucky as he stood up and walked away. She wasn’t thanking him for the ball though, she was thanking him for giving you memories that you could look back on and cherish forever.

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[all-aussie-engineer]

Meet

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i aint never done one of these so bare wif' me

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~𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣~

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˜”°•.˜”°• Pronouns •°”˜.•°”˜

what the hell is a- oh..

he/him

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none. stop askin'

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g'day, i'm les, but yous lot can call me Leslie. yeah yeah, girly name i know, i aint the one who gave it to me'self. don't be a blunder.

now don't take this the wrong way, but i aint here for yous lot, im here because me mate said this was a good way to get members or whatnot. but if ya need ta' talk to me, well i aint gonna say no to a good ol' yarn aye? ~𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣~

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Rules:

This is an Rp blog, im gonna try and stay in character as much as i can but feel free to directly ask me questions too, not just the character :> any mod answers will be Orange and have ~mod at the sign off :]

my conditions/rules are as followed

Anyone can ask/interact

Leslie is on team "ALL" which means he is a neutral party, he will talk to anyone on any team, though if you're asking him a favor, you better catch him in a good mood!

18+ Blog

while i might not post much nsfw or any at all, please keep in mind this is an 18+ blog and i wish for a majority adult community. so minors beware, if i find myself being uncomfortable that you are not 18+ i will most likely block you to avoid uncomfy vibes

18+ asks are more than welcomed but please be very mindful when doing so

Ships/Art/Headcannons

while i really appreciate anyone who will draw my character, please be mindful that it is within boundaries. those being: nothing involving minors in a horrible way. (ped*philia/ect) nothing gross or morally wrong. nsfw is allowed but please either ask first or dont make it weird. if you are drawing nsfw of my character and other peoples characters that are NOT your own, please make sure they are comfortable with that, as not everyone may be okay with recieving nsfw of their characters!!

i am more than happy to hear about possible ships, and you are more than welcome to draw ships or rp them with me.

headcannons are something i love to hear, but please be mindful about topics

asks/replies

i will try my best to answer as many asks as i can, but i will not get to all of them, some i will ignore as i have the right too, but please do not feel bad if i do not answer your asks. i will NOT answer crude or down right inappropriate or messed up asks, you are not entitled to my replies (in the most respectful way) so i will hold my own respect first, and ignore any asks i do not wish to reply too! (idk how else to phrase this)

DO NOT INTERACT IF:

you support ped*philia

you support Beast*ality

just dont support morally wrong things man.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I don't know if it's too late to ask for more ideas on Yuu's personality (if it is, feel free to ignore this ask) and I was reading the tags and you said they might get along with animals,could you elaborate on that?

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Think abt it. Great 7 Yuu woukd have to interact a lot with Lions, Hyenas, Birds, ect. It would make sense for them to understand animals very well and have a soft spot for them.

As for extra stuff lemme instead ask u some questions to think abt that can help influence their character. Think of the story you want to give them and then decide from these, if y9u are unsure just remember ghe choice thay may create more tension or drama may be the best:

Are they charitable or greedy? What drives them to be?

Are they wasteful or do they make use of everything they have?

How are their spending habits, are they good at budgeting? Are easily influenced into buying things? Do they forget prices of things?

Do they give into peer pressure?

Are they loyal to friends through thick and thin or do they only maintain friendships if they're beneficial?

Are they easily attached to people?

How empathetic are they? How about their sympathy?

Do they stand by their ideals? How so? Are they willing to cut off others that disagree with them? Are they willing to change? Do they make exceptions for friends?

What are their views on stealing? If it okay if it's a mega Corp or not at all?

Do they have hobbies? If not, why?

What's their fashion sense? Why?

Do they follow any command from their superiors/person they respect without question or need a reason?

Are they strict with rules?

What linguistics/slang do they use? After all, they're old. Do they use traditional Wif/Were or prefer Knave Girl/Gay Girl to refer to gender and such.

What are their views on showing emotions?

Do they want to be kind or cruel? If they are evil fo they want to better themselves ?

Are they purley utiltarist or do they value non practical things?

Do they like art? If so what kind? What art do they like/hate? Do they know deeper meanings?

Are they good at explaining things?

Are they blunt or do they like to hear themselves speak?

How do they react to betrayal by a close friend? Would they understand if they had a reason?

Are they shady/scheming or okay with interacting with people like that?

Do they play dirty? If so, do they enjoy it?

How do they show appreciation to their friends?

How do they mourn someone they love?

Do they study hard or would they rather wing it?

Are they fidgety? If so is there a reason?

Are they neurodivergent? If so how does this impact their life?

Do they have physical disabilities? How would they work around them in NRC?

How do they show anger? Are they loud or quiet? Do they get aggressive or leave? Do they cry?

Are they analytical? Do they notice little details?

How do they deal with the unknown?

How do they deal with being in the wrong?

How do they feel about teasing others? Do they indulge in it?

Do they run into situations or plan first?

Would they go out out of their way to help someone with something small? (Reaching a book of a shelf, ect?)

Can they do necessities? Cook, clean, ect.

Are they outdoorsy? If so how much?

Are they good with physical affection?

Would they confront someone and fight or are they passive? Perhaps they get back at someone in petty ways?

How trusting are they to strangers? Do they assume the worst or the best in everyone?

Do they enjoy the little things?

What drives them to do better? Profit? Boredom? Do they want to be the best? If so why?

Idk these are just some

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First line(s) challenge

I was tagged by wif Niv @lunarheslwt to do this whole thing, thank youuu!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have.

The Gestalt of A Person

And remember when Lot scolded the men of his people, saying, “Do you commit a shameful deed that no man has ever done before? You lust after men instead of women! You are certainly transgressors.”

The Light Streams Out

Harry often jokes that maybe coming into his power like that one novel, with the giant person giving him a wonky birthday cake saying HAPPEE BIRTHDAY would have been better than what effectively happened to him.

High Tide

The stranger quite literally threw Louis against the wall, one hand fumbling to close the door, the other behind his head to soften the blow, mouth insistent on his neck.

Killing the Flame

There’s stories that Uncle Peter tells Derek when he tucks him in.

Dizzy

Lydia meets Cora her first week at MIT.

The Five Times Fang Kisses Lightning and The One Time Lightning Kisses Back

The first time it happens, they’re in Palumpolum.

Of Marriage and Lovers

Their marriage had always been one of convenience, Harry knew.

Bread and Roses

Excerpt from The Daily Prophet

On Kids and Relatives

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number ten, School Street, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Porno politico

Le pareti della Cappella dell’Annunziata erano piene di affreschi, così tanti che Dibba non sapeva dove volgere lo sguardo.

Ten works for a total of five fandoms, spanning a few years. Whew. I'm not sure who has already done it? But tagging @justanothershadeofblue @alwaysxlarrie @beardyboyzx @larrysballetslippers

[ririspace]

tysm for taking requests!! do you think you could write something with fem reader and clingy/cuddly gi-hun?? Much love!! ❤️

your welcome!and yes of course :D i hope you dont mind making this to a husband version :d

CLINGY AND CUDDLY HUSBAND AU! GI-HUN X FEM!READER <3

warnings:written in lowercase,the game doesn't exist,husband!au,fluff

tags!: @xyinparadise @maximumcoffeeme @gay-mother-figure @jeonselca @snixx2088 @passionkillerphil

6:13pm:you finally shut down your laptop and reorganize your paperworks.another day of work sure is tiring.all you want to do now is just to lay in bed and snuggle with gi-hun all day…

you clocked out of your shift and proceeds to shut off the lights as you were the last person to leave the building.just when you were about to leave,there you saw a 6’0 tall man wearing a navy baseball cap waiting for your presence.”hi darling,hows work?”gi-hun asked as he waved at you.“it was fine!.i manage to finish this week’s work last minute,so i wont be that busy during the weekend”you replied as you walk towards him,smiling.

both you and gi-hun would walk home together atleast 2 times a week,since its the only time where you guys can spend some time together during the weekdays.

you guys usually stops by a shop to buy light snacks and some groceries,but gi-hun noticed you seem tired than usual,and insisted to do the groceries tomorrow.

“y/n are you alright?you look like youre about to pass out,”gi-hun asked,concerned.you denied it,but he knows youre telling obvious white lies. “h-HEY PUT ME DOWN!PEOPLE ARE GOING TO SEE US!!?,”you panicked as he carries you in a bridal style. “this reminds me of our wedding,i cant’t believe youre still flustered if i carry you like this!and i dont mind people seeing us being lovey-dovey,im just showing off my wif-“ his words were cut off as you both fell on the ground.he couldn’t kept his balance resulting in your dress being covered in dirt.

“honey,i just bought this dress using my own money and now it’s covered in dirt.who’s going to pay for it?”you bellowed.

“shit”he said under his breath.

“l-lets get you home!i’ll get the warm bath ready i promise please dont get mad!”pouted gi-hun.

oh,how could you resist his puppy eyes. “fine,take me home faster then,”you sighed in defeat.gi-hun eyes lighten up. “giddy-up then,y/n!!,”as he carries you in a piggyback style.he may be childish but you love him for it,thats what makes gi-hun well,gi-hun.

you and gi-hun finally arrive home after all the mess.you did enjoyed getting piggy rides,so you didnt complain much.you sat on the couch while scrolling through your phone as he get the bath ready.

“the bath is ready,babe.come in”

“wow gi-hun..i didnt expect you to do..these!”you said elated,pointing out at the rose petals and candles.gi-hun can be romantic sometimes too,huh?

”c’mon,dont keep me waiting in here..”gi-hun pouted as he play with the water.

without wasting time,you put your phone down,undressed and submerged yourself into the luke warm water.a relaxing bath sure does it magic after a tiring day.you can feel his warmth as gi-hun massages your back.its the little thing you both do everyday that makes it special.

“gi-hun,do you want me to wash your hair this time?,”you suggested. “thank you,honey,”replied gi-hun.he’s blessed to have a loving wife like you.the whole bath wasnt anything explicit nor erotic,it was just the both of you bathing together,blowing bubbles and rant about your day.

after drying yourselves,you both went straight to bed,too tired to do anything else.suddenly,gi-hun’s gaze shifted to you, “youre not mad anymore about your dress right?i will get you a new one once my salary comes in,i promise!,”he exclaimed.you then shifted your position to him, “its fine,i can always laundry it to wash the stains off,im not mad at you,alright?”,you comforted him.dang,maybe your tone was too harsh back then,youre hoping he will understand that you didnt fully mean it. “y/n,i will never get mad at you,okay?im sorry again about you dress,”he apologized. “awhh c’mon gi-hun,you know i myself couldnt bring myself to be mad at you..”you murmured.

“hah!i knew it,”the man chuckled.he then snuggle up against you,starting from your neck and ending up chest to chest with you,your heartbeat slowly catching up to his.he grab your hand and intertwined your fingers with his.your lips met at the slightest touch,then slowly parting away.gi-hun kissed your forehead and slowly caressed your face.

“goodnight sweetheart,rest well.i love you and forever will.”

“i love you too”

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#5

Officer Down

Summary: After an explosion rips through a box truck in a parking lot, Hailey Upton doesn’t wake up immediately.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: injuries, medical tests, talk of needles and blood.

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The ringing in his ears began to fade as Jay sat up, the world covered in grey smoke. Turning his head too quickly was almost painful, but his mind was focused on one thing. Where was his wife?

“HAILEY!” He screamed, vision finally coming back fully as he looked around. The truck was blown to pieces, twisted scorched metal dotted around the lot. He thought there was a car alarm going off, but he wasn’t sure. “HAILEY!”

There was no response, and Jay made himself stand and survey the scene. She’d been just behind him. But now she was twenty yards away and he was running, losing his balance as he tried sprinting to her with a spinning head and aching heart.

“Hailey, Hailey. Hailey, wake up. Wake up!” She was too still, but her pulse was steady under her too pale skin. He grabbed out his multiway, the Intelligence only radio ignored as he fiddled with the channel.

“50-21 George there’s been an explosion at the parking lot at West Addison and California. 10-1, officer down. Roll an RA to our location right now, she’s unconscious.” His fingers never left Hailey’s neck, her pulse easing his worries. “Hailey, are you with me? Wake up, Hail, c’mon. Wake up.” 

He was too afraid to shake her with the blow she’d taken, worried about how her back could have been injured. Instead with one hand he picked up his secure radio, Voight screaming into it.

“Sarge! Hailey’s been hurt. There was an explosion, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Is she awake? Jay, is she awake?” He could barely hear his sergeant’s question over the fear in his head but he shook it.

“She’s unconscious. Ambo is on the way, we’re closer to Rush but I’ll get them to bring us to Med. She’s not waking up.”

“It’s Upton, she’s going to be fine. Stay with your wife. We’ll stay on Escano, Hailey needs you.”

“I’ll keep you updated.”

The roar of the ambulance finally arrived, along with CFD’s finest. And in this case he was so lucky it was people he knew from 51 arriving, hoses in hand to knock back the fire from the explosion. Mikami and a stranger came running over with the backboard, shock on Mikami’s face.

“Halstead, what happened?”

“There was an explosion, a case we were working our CI got burned. Hailey got the brunt. Violet…” It was the first time he’d used the paramedic’s first name, and he saw immediately how it affected her.

“You’re coming with us, you’re injured too. I’m assuming you want Med?”

“Please?” Jay never begged, never asked questions, but when it was to get Hailey the best care he’d do anything.

“But Rush is closest to—“ The paramedic he didn’t know began to speak, but Violet interrupted her.

“Detective Halstead’s brother is an attending at Med, and this is said detective’s wife. If we don’t bring her to Med she’ll get transferred across. It’s better continuity of care.” She paused, finishing her survey and putting a c-collar on his still unconscious wife. “Go get the backboard on the other side. STELLA! We need you for a roll.”

Jay watched as one of his wife’s friends came over, dawning horror on her face as she realised it was Hailey lying there.

“Halstead…what…what can I do?”

“Just help her. Please.”

He watched them roll her on and strap her in, the rest of Stella’s truck crew running as gently as possible with Hailey to get her into the ambulance. Jay followed, pats on his back and squeezes to his arm as he got in from the people he knew.

“Let me know what happens,” Stella said, the last one to give him a squeeze as he got in.

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85 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#4

Slow Dancing

Summary: At a CFD awards gala, Violet makes a decision to go for what makes her happy.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: alcohol

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Violet stared at herself in the mirror, eyeliner perfect and her hair in an updo. Sylvie had convinced her to go to a salon for the two of them to get their hair done together before getting ready for the gala. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was getting her formal award so she had to turn up. Once the back was on her earring she stood, slipping into her heels. The dark green satin dress hung perfectly, her makeup neat. She’d be fine.

Apart from wishing that her paramedic chief would spend more time with her. But that was never going to happen, he was right. They needed space.

“Are you ready?” Sylvie called, knocking Violet back to orbit. She came out of the spare room, Sylvie on FaceTime to Matt and the boys.

“Here’s my partner who’s getting an award tonight! You look amazing.” Sylvie grinned and handed over a wine glass to Violet, the younger woman looking at the phone screen.

“Hey Casey, Ben, Griffin. Having a good night?”

“It’s only four here, but it’s good. Heading for dinner in a while. Congratulations on the award, you deserve it!”

It was a quick goodbye to them as they were ready to leave, Violet knocking back the last of her wine as the cab driver called to say they were downstairs.

The entire drive she could feel her nerves rise, Sylvie able to tell and holding her hand. It would be fine. It had to be. They walked in together, each receiving drinks tokens and looking around.

“You ok?” Sylvie asked, Violet nodding.

“Fine. I just hate being the centre of attention. But it’ll be fine.”

“You deserve this. Don’t panic.” Boden came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder that nearly made her jump. “Chief Hawkins has been singing your praises about that rescue. He wants you to know you deserve it. We all know you’re a fantastic medic, Violet.”

“Thanks. It means a lot.” The conversations went from there, and as the dinner was served she sat at the table with her shift. Everyone turned up to celebrate her, congratulating her on the award. But once the dry beef and over salted potatoes had been eaten it was time for the awards. Violet was one of three paramedics being awarded, the only one for a resuscitation. She watched Hawkins walk onto the stage, her heart doing a flip flop as she watched him in his well fitting suit and bow tie.

“As Paramedic Field Chief I’ve been honoured to do ride alongs with different paramedics under my tenure. And on my own ride along with Paramedic Violet Mikami I saw just how talented she was. We were called to the birth of a child who wasn’t breathing, and I watched her intubate and revive him after meconium ingestion. He made a full recovery, and in six weeks has gained several pounds and according to his mother is growing like a weed. They named him Joseph Mikami, as a way to honour the paramedic who saved his life. It’s not as impressive as naming an infant after her, but I’m proud that CFD is honouring her with the Clinical Resuscitation Award. Paramedic Violet Mikami, of Firehouse 51!”

The crowd cheered, everyone at the 51 tables standing to clap. She could hear Capp whistling as she walked up, smiling and taking the hand Hawkins offered for a shake. There were several others on the Paramedic Chief level there who she shook with before Hawkins pinned the award to her dress. Flashes popped for photos, Evan’s hand at the small of her back and all Violet could focus on was him beside her, the warmth of his hand through the thin fabric. There was a spark as he touched her and she tried to ignore it, but it was so difficult to do.

Finally she could get off the stage, sitting back down to watch everyone else get their awards. Once the medals were given out it was time for mingling and dancing, and all Violet wanted was to go home. But instead she went to the bathroom for a deep breath and a break.

She knew the step back between them was a good idea, that dating your boss was a bad idea. Or if it was even an ok idea there could be problems. It didn’t stop the heart wanting what it wanted. And what her heart was so desperate for was Evan Hawkins. She’d never felt this way about anyone before, she’d never wanted to even just hold someone’s hand that much.

There was a knock on the cubicle door, and she tilted her head back to blink back the emotions.

“One minute.”

“Take your time, I’m here.” It was Sylvie, and Violet tried to smile at her, but it was a fake smile. “You really like him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hawkins. A blind man could see how the two of you are, and how jealous Gallo is of the two of you. What’s going on?”

Violet shrugged, taking a moment before responding. “I asked if he has feelings. He said we need to take a step back. So I’m taking a step back.”

She studied Sylvie’s face, realising that she’d seen her PIC with a similar look on her face before. Except then it was because Violet had talked to her about Casey.

“I don’t know Hawkins too well, but he’s a Good man. And yeah you can make excuses about his job, your job, all of it. But you both deserve to be happy. And I think that he could make you happy, Partner. I really do.”

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104 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

#3

Coffee At Midnight

Summary: While Sylvie is on furlough, Violet has to deal with floaters. But the final floater makes her think of painkillers, bubbly water, and Goodness.

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

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Walking onto the app floor Violet took a glance at 61, the Leslie Elizabeth Shay memorial shining in the dull January light. It was her final shift with a floater, and she couldn't wait for Sylvie to get back. Her friend was enjoying her time off, and Violet had gotten multiple photos of Sylvie, Casey, and the boys at various Portland landmarks. But dealing with different floaters thanks to the paramedic shortage was killing her slowly.

She made it into the changing room, putting her bag in her locker and pulling back her hair. Once that was done she went to the briefing room, but before she could Boden called her into his office, someone else already there in a paramedic uniform.

"Mikami! As you know there's a serious paramedic shortage right now. Chief Hawkins has agreed to do the shift with you so he can keep 61 on the road. Will that work?"

No. No, no, no, no, no. This was the exact opposite of what Violet wanted to happen. She wanted to forget Evan Hawkins ever existed, the way he'd looked at her after he'd announced Sylvie was funded. But it was hard to do when she looked at his brown eyes and he smiled at her.

"Yeah, sounds good. I can show you around 61 so you can see where everything is?"

"Sounds good. Is there a spare locker I can use?" Violet nodded, and they left to go to the locker room, pointing out the floater locker at the end. He nodded and went to speak, but before he could the bells went off.

It was a busy shift, and she didn't get a chance to talk to him about much as they worked. In and out, restocking and getting everything done. But when they sat in the cab, Hawkins - Evan, as he insisted she called him while they worked - asking how her holidays had been. She shared about it being the first one since her dad had died in the pandemic, that it had been weird but they got through it. He offered condolences, making Violet smile weakly. They stopped to pick up coffees, and he ordered a bubbly water in the drive thru, passing it across. He refused to let her pay for their drinks, waving it off with a smile.

She hadn't felt this way for almost a year, since she and Gallo had first had their thing. But that was long gone, and no matter what Sylvie and Ritter said she didn't have feelings for him anymore. He was a friend, but he annoyed her like a brother and she didn't want to date him again. But with Evan it was different.

She'd joked with Sylvie that a man who gave you bubbly water and painkillers was a man to keep, but finding out everything that he'd done for her while she was in hospital had meant a lot. He'd done it without thinking, leaving the cup for her there. It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for her.

The shift passed both slowly and quickly, and when they got back at eleven he went to sleep in Sylvie's bed. Violet stayed sitting in the common room, watching the room empty as people drifted to the bunks. But she stayed in her seat, a cooling mug of coffee in her hand.

She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. If it was six weeks ago her jealousy over Cara had burned through her stomach, three months ago she’d comforted Sylvie when Casey left for Oregon. But the idea that her feelings could be so muddled and confusing had never entered her mind.

“Penny for them.” Mouch slid over a fresh mug, taking in Violet’s expression. The older man sat next to her, his own mug in his hand.

“I’m fine. Missing Brett.”

“We all do. But you’re different than usual. Spit it out. Something about Gallo?”

Violet laughed, covering her mouth to muffle the sound as Mouch stared at her. That this was her immediate reaction confirmed that she was totally over him. But made her worry more about it.

“Or how working with Hawkins is? Is he a good paramedic?”

“He’s great…can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

Violet took a deep breath, taking a sip before admitting it.

“How bad does it look if you date someone above you in the chain of command?”

It was silent, the only noise from the tv in the background as she watched Mouch process her words. His jaw opened slightly, and Violet waited to hear what he’d say, only slightly terrified of it.

“I’ve seen it happen, successfully. And I’ve seen the same relationship also crumble with it. Casey’s first wife was his candidate and they ended things. Then they got back together. And people looked at them oddly but they made it work. Her being on his truck didn’t end their relationship. Your partner for the day?”

“Maybe.”

“He’s a good guy. His family are good people, I knew his dad for years. If there’s something between you, I think you should go for it.” He stretched, standing up. “I’m going to bed. Enjoy.”

Violet cleaned the mugs, putting them in the dishwasher and heading to the bunk room. She passed Evan’s bed, his arm over his face as he dozed. Getting into bed she put the pillow over face, wanting to yell into it. But as she closed her eyes the bells went off.

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108 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#2

So, abortion is constitutionally illegal…

Hey, I’m Cíara, and I grew up with a constitutional ban on abortion that wasn’t overturned till 2018. So I know a thing or two about dealing with this. Here’s some tips.

Mutual aid funds. Donate, donate, donate. If you’ve got some spare cash, donate. They help low income pregnant people access abortions and are the easiest way to help provide access quickly.

Women Help is a provider of abortion pills for places where abortion is illegal. It comes in the post and should help.

If you do have a pill abortion and need to seek medical attention - you’re miscarrying. You’re miscarrying a wanted baby. Do all of your searches on incognito mode, delete any abortion related browser history before getting medical help. Will your doctors and nurses mostly want to help you? Yes, but you shouldn’t risk it anyway.

Make a note of states that still have abortion. Illinois passed a bill in 2019 saying that even if Roe or Casey fell abortion would still be legal there. It’s safe there.

Make a list of close to the border abortion clinics. This will be harder for the Great Lakes area (but you have Illinois so that helps). Off the top of my head cities to check out are Vancouver, Calgary, Regina, Winnipeg, Windsor, the GTA, Ottawa, Montreal, Quebec City and Saint John in Canada. In Mexico abortion is only legal on a state by state basis so be aware.

Organise, organise, organise. Don’t leave people behind in your organising. Trans men and people outside the gender binary can get pregnant. It’s not their fault, don’t throw them under the fucking bus.

Your first question to every politician, at every town hall, canvassing event, and more, is “will you decriminalise abortion and recognise it as necessary healthcare?” And you stick to that message. Make politicians dread seeing you because they know. Call their congressional office, write weekly letters. Flood them with “I am your constituent and this is what I want”.

And do that on the state level too! Constant communication.

I am so sorry to everyone who is about to go through this. Find your group. Organise. Protest. You can do this.

291 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Broken

Summary: After your boyfriend and friend break your heart, you’re left to try pick up the pieces of what happened. You don’t expect to fall for the fourth person in this twisted love affair, but Adam makes you feel less broken.

Words: 5.7k

Warnings: infertility, talk of difficulty conceiving, pregnancy, infidelity, alcohol, angst with a happy ending

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Pulling into your parking spot you threw your head back in the seat, staring at the car roof. Your doctors words kept going around and around in your head.

“There’s no physical reason you’re not pregnant yet.”

It had been eighteen months of trying, casually at the start but more seriously when it hadn’t happened. When the worry was too much that something was wrong. But you’d both been tested, Jay got back that his sperm were good quality. You physically shouldn’t have had a problem. But you still weren’t pregnant and it hurt so damn much.

Thumbing your engagement ring you got out and went to the elevator, wondering how you were supposed to tell Jay that they needed to run more tests, that your body just didn’t want to have a child.

As you got to your front door your fiancés work partner was standing there, Kim looking sick to her stomach as she waited. When she saw you her face paled, and you went straight to her.

“Kim, hey! Is Jay inside?”

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you first. I need to tell you something.”

“Can it wait? I’ve had the day from hell.” She shook her head and you were immediately worried, watching her.

“It can’t. Look, I don’t know how to say this so I’m just ripping the bandaid off. Six weeks ago, Jay and I got drunk and slept together. I found out last week I’m pregnant with his baby.”

The words made you stumble, holding onto the wall for support. He’d cheated on you. He’d cheated on you and one night with someone else meant that he was about to become a father and it wasn’t your child. It wasn’t your baby. Because you were broken and this proved it if one time meant he could get someone else pregnant. Kim went to grab your arm but you shook her off.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare touch me. You’re one of my best friends. You were going to be a bridesmaid. How could you?” Your voice cracked on the final word, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to. We were drunk, it was a bad case. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want to see you outside of work again.” You turned and unlocked the door, closing it firmly behind you to leave Kim outside. But instead of a moment of peace, Jay stood and opened his arms for you.

“Hey, how are you? Where were you I missed you?” He came over for a hug but you sidestepped him, staring at the man you loved so much it hurt.

“What part of me wasn’t enough? Why did you cheat? Is it because I can’t give you a baby? And now you get to have one with her?”

“Baby, please I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”

“It doesn’t just happen! She was going to be my bridesmaid. Every time I got my period and sobbed she comforted me. And one night? One night and you get her pregnant? How could you?” You watched as the full force of your words hit him and you asked the question you weren’t sure you wanted an answer to. “Do you love me anymore?”

“Of course I loved you!” His face dropped as he realised it was in past tense, and your tears flowed harder.

“Loved. Not love. I should have known you couldn’t love someone who can’t do the thing she’s supposed to do. I’m gonna pack a bag. Tell me when you’re in work so I can get the rest of my things.”

You went straight to your room, staring at your bed. At the artwork the two of you had picked, at the bed you’d made that morning. The bed you thought you’d sleep in for the rest of your life. But you pulled out a bag and threw clothes in, just wanting to make sure that you had enough to keep you going. When it was done you grabbed your tablet, your chargers, your toothbrush and shampoo.

Jay was standing there as you walked out, staring at you with watery eyes.

“Baby, please. It was a mistake. We can get through it.”

“No, we can’t. I was going to have your child. I spent today getting told I need even more tests because there’s no reason I shouldn’t be pregnant. And then with one night you get Kim pregnant? You told me she and Adam split up but not why. That’s why, isn’t it?” He nodded and it broke your heart fully in two. “I can’t do this. Because every time you had custody of that child, I’d be angry. And that innocent baby doesn’t deserve the sins of the parents inflicted on it.”

You held out your left hand, staring at the engagement ring there. The one Jay had proposed to you with a grin and a plea for you to marry him. Pulling it off felt so, so wrong. But you did, your finger bare for the first time in nearly two years as you set it down on the coffee table.

“We’re over. I’ll ask someone in Intelligence to tell me when you’re at work so I can pack my things. If you could box them up I’d appreciate it, but you don’t have to.”

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349 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

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Dusk Til’ Dawn

Paring: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Mafia Au Series

Warnings : Warning: SMUT, literally porn on paper 😗, lots of fluff, violence, gang, bratty!reader, dom!tae, daddy!tae, daddy kink, babygirl kink, punishment, bigdick!tae, rough sex, make up sex, lots of after care, pregnancy kink, oral!sex, deep throating and everything in between🤧

Word count: 17k

Warning in this chapter: Possessive Behavior, jealous, beating, violence, kissing, blood, etc.

A/N: Hey sorry for the late post, but I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. There may be a few mistakes even though I looked over it a few times but I hope you’ll like it. If you like it please don’t forget to like and leave a comment and again if you want to be tagged please let me know. 🥺💕

Chapter 2: The negotiation.

Previous. Next chapter.

Flashback to a almost year after saving him:

The Rolls Royce drive down the street if Seoul as the darkness began to devour the city. Kim Taehyung began staring out the window as rain began dripping to the ground. He watched as lovers met and families having fun and what he would do to get the same things. The streets was filled with joy and he saw the smiles and laughters on the people’s faces, they were so happy whilst he was not and that struck him hard like a bullet through his chest. Oh yes he made a name for himself and took down the liars that mistook him as a stupid child. He’s now got everything he wanted, and built himself up, but he wasn’t happy. He could get very girl he wanted, but he wasn’t happy. He could take the world but then he couldn’t be happy either. It was hard for him to be happy. As he continued looking out the window, the car came to a stop at the red light. He turned his head towards his man who was driving, then back again towards the window now covered with rain. He then saw the flower shop and remembered, he remembered the women, the women that he can’t get his mind off of, the women that reigns his minds. The one that changed him and wants him to be a better man, for her. He remembers going back to her house, knocking on the door but there was no response, he continued doing the same thing over and over for everyday almost a year now but there was no one on the other side of the door. But he didn’t give up, he continued thinking about her and the way she felt on his lips. Oh what a wonder she was. Suddenly breaking from his thoughts, he got out of his car, his men’s eyes widening in shock. “Boss” one shouted out as they got out going after him, preparing to protect him at all cost. But he didn’t care, he continued walking toward the flower shop and opened the door as his men followed behind. The smell of roses enchanted him and he couldn’t help but smile. Pulled from his trance, he heard a voice began “ Could I help you with anything sir?”. He looked over and smiled back at the women who was staring at him. “I’m looking for a Bouquet for my wife” he said looking at the women “Could you help me?” He continued. A smile grew on the women’s face as she looked at him “Yes I would love to” she spoke back to him, “ what kind of bouquet do you want”. He didn’t know what kind of Bouquet y/n would want, he didn’t even know what she likes, he just met her for a day, as he continued thinking for a moment he finally said “ I want the most expensive bouquet that you can make, make it look really beautiful so when my wife sees it she’ll fall in love”.

“You must really love your wife sir” the florist said looking at him, “she’s a lucky women to have a husband like you” she continued. “Yes, she’s very lucky, as I am for having her as my wife” he said, thinking about Y/n. “Do you prefer any certain color” the florist asked still smiling, he was gonna ask her to chose but then said “Why not try lavender, I’m sure she’ll love that”. He looked at the way the florist eyes gleamed and she spoke out “Yes, I think she would love that too sir” then continued on whilst behind to collect flowers to start making the bouquet “Sir, did you know that Lavender Symbolizes love at first sight and enchantment?”

“Oh” he whispered almost shock, “well now I know” he continued happy with his decision.

Love at first right he thought, love at first sight.

He looked at the way the florist arranged the flowers and couldn’t help but smile, he then began thinking to himself, hoping she would be home to accept his confession of love from him.

Pulling away from his thoughts, he continue looking at the florist finishing off the bouquet and adding a few last touches and adding a ribbon around it to hold it in place, then she handed the bouquet to him. Taking the bouquet, he lifted it to his nose and took in the scent of the flowers and closed his eyes.

“Boss” Chase’s voice came from behind him. “You’re really getting a Bouquet ?” Chase asked looking at him almost concerned for some reason. “Yes, I’m getting a Bouquet for my wife” Taehyung spoke looking at him. “But you don’t have a wif-” Chase countered but before he could finish, Taehyung glared at him. “Of course, yes for madam” chase continued Sarcastically. He then leaned in toward Taehyung and wispered “Boss, you okay? You’re not doing crazy on me are you?” Questioning him to why his boss suddenly had a wife. “Crazy? No, I’m just getting a bouquet for my WIFE” Taehyung emphasized, glaring. “Friend, don’t question me about what I’m doing” Taehyung continued and Chase bowed his head in agreement but then looked back up and whispered in Taehyung’s ears, “it’s for Her? Y/n? The one you’re now calling your wife?” “Yes” Taehyung responded fast. “Ok” Chase spoke out deciding not to push his Friend further, as Chase took a few steps backwards giving his boss space he heard “ I know that I haven’t seen her in almost a years but I want to keep trying until she opens up her door for me”. Chase nodded not question him further.

Turning to the florist who had been staring at them for a few minutes now, Taehyung began “ Thank you for the beautiful bouquet” handing his credit card to the florist to pay. “Thanks again” he said after receiving his card back and walking away with the bouquet in his hands.

Walking out the shop back to his car, he suddenly stopping, he removed the umbrella that was held up by one of his men and lifted his face to the skies, feeling the way the rain fell onto his face. He was enchanted, enchanted in his thought, the thoughts that always wonder to her. Then opening his eyes, he felt something bump into him, he lowered his gaze where he felt the bump and met the gaze of a young child about 2 years old. The child began crying from the pain bumping into Taehyung, rubbing her eyes, Taehyung then crouched down to her level and spoke softly, “ don’t cry baby” soothing her, touching her soft face with his finger and the little girl stopped crying. He then picked a rose from the Bouquet and handing it to her, ruffling the girls hair. The sound of footsteps running approached them and he saw the mother, shock in her eyes then she said “I’m so s-s-sorry” and grabbing her baby and he saw the fear drain her eyes. “Don’t worry about it” Taehyung spoke, removing his gaze from them, walking towards his car and stepping in. His men rushed to their cars as well and they began to drive off. “Change of plans” Taehyung began, then Chase finished his sentence “to her house?” “Yes” Taehyung agreed. The drive to her house was fairly fast, approaching the front door of her house, he hesitated, then knocked on the front door. But no response, he continued knocking and waiting and waiting but there was still no response. He didn’t have all the time in the world but he waited for her and there was still no response, after 30 minutes waiting for the door to open, he placed the bouquet in front of the door, turned and walked aback to the his car, driving home.

He continued to do the same thing over and over again for days, then the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. He continued waiting for an answer at the door, then placing the flowers at her doorstep and leaving when there was no response. He thought about giving up but it wanted to try for one last time. With the same style of bouquet in his hand, he walked up the shoes to the front door of her house, then lifted his hand and knocked on the door. He waited for a few minutes then footsteps on the other side of the door and he sighed out in relief. The door unlocked and hope filled his eyes as the door opened.

“Can I help you my boy” the old women at the door spoke out. He looked shocked, did she move? He thought to himself. “Oh, I was looking for y/n?, is she here?” He asked curiosity filling his voice. “Y/n?” The old women began, “she doesn’t live here anymore son, she sold her house to me, now I live here” smiling at him. He frowned, then looked up at the old women smiling. Then the women asked “Are those flowers for her?” “No.” He lied, “I’m giving these to you and I hope you have a wonderful day” he continued. “Thank you son and I’m sorry” she said. “Don’t be” he countered, bowing to the old women, saying good bye then turning away sadness filling his eyes.

She left?

Present day at the Kim mansion

They embraced each other like lovers and took in each other scents, the way they felt in each other’s arm were like they were made for each other, just like how a right key fits into the right lock. They didn’t move and they didn’t care either they were now lost in their own world and the time had slowed down. Y/n then pulled away, looking up at him, looking at the way he was looking down at her, like she was a piece of meat that was about to be devoured. Taehyung’s had came up to her face and he leaned in hoping to kiss her on her enchanting lips, but moved her face to the side and said “who said you can kiss me?” There was playfulness to her voice and he let out a small laugh, taking her face again in his hands and stroking it slowing and his fingers then gripped her chin and lifted her face. He then leaned in again, trying to kiss her but she pushed him away. He didn’t budge but he moved back giving her space. “I didn’t sign up for this Taehyung” she began softly, feeling guilty for pushing him away. The way she spoke his name made him feel weak and he couldn’t cope

“Then what did you sign up for princess?” he asked walking towards his bed and sitting down and then looking at her. “I don’t know, that why we need to talk about it” she said leaning back against the bedroom door. “ so we’re gonna negotiate now?” He asked her, never removing his eyes from hers. “Yes, if I’m gonna stay, we need to get some things straight” she confirmed. He then got up, still looking at her and then walking towards her, “ well before we start the negotiation, you need to eat, you’re probably really hungry” he began taking her hand into his, griping it hard but not enough to hurt her, just enough to keep her beside him. As he open the door to walk them out, she stopped them both saying “ I can’t go out like this, I look like a slu-”, “Slut, you look like a slut” he finished. She was so shocked at this moment and now she was mad, how the fuck can he go from being so sweet, embracing her and telling her he loves her then to calling her a slut. But then again she almost called herself a slut. She pulled her hand away from his and grabbed a vase from a small table, throwing it at him and he ducked “why are you such a fucking asshole?” She asked angrily. “Well that’s what you are” he said walking back towards her. “I saw the way you were dancing on that idiot of a man, the way you grinded on him, the way you moved your hips on his-” he stopped himself as he reached her, looking at her like a animal, was he jealous?, jealous at the memory of what he saw her doing at his club? He wanted to kiss her so bad, devour those plushy lips of hers and take her and make love to her but he couldn’t, he couldn’t do it if she didn’t want to. “He’s not an idiot he’s my m-” she said as she got Interrupted by him. “ is he your boyfriend” he asked beginning to get angry. “No” Y/n answered, thinking, she wasn’t lying, Jungkook wasn’t her boyfriend, not at all, they flirt with each other but he doesn’t love her, right? “Good” he spoke “now let’s go” pulling her from her trance and out towards the grand stairs. “And you do t look like a slut, you look beautiful and the maids won’t even think about questioning you or your looks ” he continued not looking at her walking her down the stairs. “But I haven’t showered” Y/n spoke back and he stopped. “You can shower after you have something to eat princess, you need some energy” he spoke as softly as he could. “But I don’t have any clothes” she she countered. “Princess, don’t worry about it” he sighed. “ I got it all covered” pulling her softly leading her to the kitchen.

“Sir, madam, good morning” a maid began, as Taehyung and Y/n reached the kitchen. “Princess, this is Mrs Kang, this the Head maid and chef, she’ll get you anything you want” he said aloud “Mrs kang, this is my princess Y/n” he continued and Y/n rolled her eyes at him and he smirked. “ Nice to meet you Madam, I hope you treat me well and I look forward to helping you” Mrs kang bowed. “Nice to meet you too, I hope to get to know you better & it’s just y/n” Y/n smiled softly as she spoke to Mrs Kang and Mrs kang was pleased to have met the women that will help her boss change, she was glad that he chose Y/n. “Mrs kang, can you make some breakfast for my princess” Taehyung spoke as he looked down at Y/n who was glaring up at him and smacking him on his arm. “Stop” she whispered then looking at the maid, “Mrs kang don’t worry about it, I can make it myself” she continued and Mrs kang shook her head saying “No Madam, it would be an honor to make your breakfast, I’ll be making an English breakfast for you, would that be alright?” Mrs hang continued. “Yes that would be great” Y/n said smiling. Not knowing that Taehyung left her side, she felt hands snake up sound her waist and felt his presence from behind, giving her a back hug, snuggling her face in her neck and he whispered in her ear, “baby, eat and get some energy, I’ll be in my office, take your time, I’ll be back before you’re done, I just need to take care of some stuff” he leaned in to peck her cheeks then stopped himself remembering how she didn’t like it when he kissed her. “Okay?” He asked. She stared at him, she wanted to tell him to stop hugging her, and to stop calling her princess and baby cause they weren’t together but then stopped herself and she pushed his arms off her and said “okay” giving him a soft smile. He stepped away from her, then gave her a wink walking away and all she could do was roll her eyes as he let out a small laugh.

“Madam if you don’t mind me speaking, I would love to tell you something ” Mrs kang’s voice came from behind her as she watched Taehyung walk away. “Mr Kim has never brought anyone home before and I’m very glad that he brought you home” Mrs kang continued. “Really?” Y/n asked shocked. “I’m surprised” she continued and Mrs kang looked at her “Mr Kim never brings anyone home, his home is his safe place and you being here made it better for him, I’ve never seen him this happy before” y/n was shocked hearing this, he really likes her huh? She couldn’t believe it, she was the only girl he has brought home but surely that couldn’t be true. She continued thinking about how crazy this all was, she saved him, five years ago and here she was, five years later in his house, crazy right? Pulled away from her thought y/n looked up meeting Mrs Kang’s eyes “ Madam your breakfast is ready” Mrs kang began. “No don’t call me madam, I’m just Y/n” Y/n said with a soft gaze. “No madam, you make Mr Kim really happy and you deserve that title” Mrs Kang Countered and Y/n couldn’t help but nod. “I hope you enjoy your food, if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call me” Mrs kang continued as she bowed her head and then looked at Y/n, giving her a warm smile. “Thank you” Y/n then said smiling back as she sat down at the marble table and began to eat her food. She was very happy to have met such a kindhearted soul and couldn’t wait to learn more about her.

Second turned minutes as she finished her food and Mrs Kang took away her plate to clean them and place it in the dishwasher. She began thinking about nonsense, then she felt a shadow lean over her and she looked up at the man leaning over her. Kim Taehyung. Back from his small business, Taehyung wrapped his arms around Y/n’s shoulders across her chest and leaned in closer. “ did you enjoy your breakfast baby” he asked. “It was really nice” y/n responded, then continued “ But if you don’t get your arms off me, I’ll break it” Glaring at him. “You really don’t know personal space do you?” Y/n asked as he removed himself from her, looking hurt at the way she spoke to him. Then he countered “No since you’re already my girl” she then rolled her eyes and all he did was smirk. “Baby you’re so bratty you know that?” He snarled playfully. “I’m not your baby and not your girl either, I never agreed” she spoke with spite in her tone. “ I didn’t agree to that” and continued “ I might have saved you and I’m sure you’re great full but I didn’t sign up to be your girl, I signed up to help you”

He looked at her but didn’t say a word. He was hurt by her words. She knew her would hurt him by the way he lowered his gaze then said “ look, I’m really sorry, I’m sorry that you’re in love with me and I’m sorry that I don’t feel the same way now”

“Now?” He asked “you loved me before?” He continued as he sighed out. “Yes five years ago, I did fall in love with you” she confessed “ but things are different now”

“You loved me?” He asked in awe, almost tearing up. “Yes, I guess you can say it was love at first sight, you came knocking on my door and I thought how beautiful you were” she began as she closed her eyes remembering “you were like a Greek god at my door, you looked amazing and I fell in love but I knew nothing about you” “well get to know me now then” he spoke out, as she opened her eyes to look at him. “I am getting to know you but not like that” she said softly lowering her gaze. “Why not?” He asked. “Why not?” He asked again frustrated, now holding her head up to meet his gaze. “ because…” she began. “Because what” he countered. “ because I love someone else” she confessed and his heart shattered. “Do you really love him?” He asked angrily and she nodded at his question and he released her face and walked off in frustration, then stopped and came back, leaning in close to her face. “Why can’t you give me a chance” he asked. She looked at his pleading eyes “I want to but I can’t” she said slowly. “Why not” there was anger in his voice. “Why can’t you give me a chance” “because I love another person.” She let out a sigh as she spoke.

“Is it the guy at the club? The one you were fucking on the dance floor” he said now really angry and jealous and accusing her “I was not fucking him on the dance floor” she said back defending herself. “That’s the guy you’re in love with?” He asked as he gripped her face. “He’s pathetic, I can give you everything in the world and he can’t give you a thing other than a quick fuck” he snarled. “Why are such an ass?” She snarled back. “Because princess you make me this way” “you make me frustrated, you’re in my house and you’re confessing your love for another man? and all I want to do is bend you over this table and take you as mine and show you how much I love you but I know you don’t want that” she looked at him shocked at his sudden confession….again. “Stop” she said but he continued “ I want you all to myself and I hate the way you talk about another man when you’re here with me” “but weren’t you fucking a girl in the balcony last night?” She spoke out loud not meeting his tone “so don’t talk to me about my love for another man when you were fucking a girl yesterday” “on my princess’s jealous” he accused again. “Jealous? Jealous my ass. Fuck you!” She glared and his eyes suddenly changed, he was different, domineering but she wasn’t scared, he grabbed her face and kissed it roughly, tongue poking at her lips to get access to her mouth but she didn’t budge. In frustration and anger she tried shoving him off and pushing him away but he didn’t move, not one bit.

He slowed down the kiss and she bit his lips in anger and he removed his lips from his and she took this opportunity to shove him with all her might, despite him being twice, maybe three times her size and was able to make him stumble backwards touching his bleeding lips. “You asshole I fucking hate you!” She screamed walking way from him towards the front door. She hated the way he forced himself onto her and the way she couldn’t do anything about it. Before she reached the door, she was stopped by arms around her waist, gripping her hard not wanting to let her go. “I’m sorry, princess, I’m so sorry” he said as soft as he could . “I’m so sorry” he repeated. “I hate you so much you know that!” She choked out. “ don’t go..please don’t go” this was the third time he begged. “ why are you like this” she cried out. But all he could say was sorry. She had the softest spot for him even when he’s being an asshole. “I’m sorry” he said again and turned again. “Don’t ever do that again or I’ll really leave” looking up at him, glaring. “Okay, now let’s go negotiate” he spoke trying to change the subject his voice so soft it made her forget she was mad at him. The things he can do to her is unbelievable. “ okay” she replied as he took her hands leading her to his office.

Girls only say ‘ I hate you’ to the ones they love. Right?

A few minutes have passed as he leaded her into his office, the place was grand, full of luxurious items and artworks and she broke the silence. “Why did you do that?” Asking him. “I’m not sure” he replied, “ I guess I just got really jealous when you spoke about him” not even turning to look at her he sat her down in front of his desk and walked around to take his seat. “I didn’t like the way you were accusing me and I didn’t have any more control, I’m sorry” he spoke finally looking at Y/n. Why can’t it be me?, the love that you love?, he thought to himself not wanting to push her any further. She was in a way jealous too, but her pride didn’t let her back down form the accusation, she was also jealous of the way he held that girl in his arms. He saw the way she shifted in her seat and the look on her gave showed that she was jealous of something and he spoke out still looking at her. “Should we start the negotiation then”. “Yes” Y/n replied finally meeting his gaze. “What’s the first thing you want then?” Taehyung asked her. “First I want you to stop treating me like I’m your girlfriend” she spoke with no hesitation in her voice. “I can’t do that” he replied, “ its in me to treat you that way, I really like you, no fuck that, I love you” confessing his feeling over and over again. “Taehyung” she starts, “no princess, I want to keep treating you like I’m in love with you” he continued and she didn’t know what to say. He then changed the subject “what else do you wants?”, “ I want to be able to do everything I want in this house and go out with out you always being on my back!” Y/n continued. “Okay, anything else” still looking at her, now his face in a frown. “I want to be able to have freedom, I want to only embrace you when I want to, when I feel like you need me, I’m only going to be there for you when you really need me, okay?” She asked. But he needed her everyday , to be by his side but he can’t be greedy, he needs to give her the space she wants and he agreed nodding his head. “ I also don’t want you to stop me meeting whoever I want and I don’t want you keeping things from me either” she said as his frown worsened. “Fine, but I thought we weren’t in a relationship.” he finally spoke. “We’re not but if I’m gonna be here then I don’t want you to be lying to me or keeping things from me either”. “But I don’t want you to know everything that I do” he whispered out she didn’t hear it.

“Aren’t you gonna write this down?” She asked questioning him to why he was just staring at her. “ we’re negotiating and all I see you do is nod, I don’t see you taking this seriously!”she continued. “Princess, I don’t care about no contact shit on paper, once you have my word, you have it!” He replied in a low tone. Y/n then removed her gaze form his not be able to look at him any further. “ Is that everything then?” Taehyung ushered out. “Yes” she replied. “Good, its now my turn” he said as her eyes met his. “ I don’t want you sneaking into my office when I’m not there, when I say no it means no” he continued “when I want you home by a certain time, you’ll be home” before he could continue on she cuts him off “ who the fuck are you, my dad?” She asked annoyed “No, but I can be if I have to” he replied meeting her tone. “Fine”she said finally giving into his words. “When I go to events and to clubs, I want you to accompany me but I don’t want you getting drunk, ok?” He asked “I want you to start learning, self defense, boxing, taekwondo and I want you to learn how to use a gun” he said. “Why ?” She asked curious. “Because I won’t be home all the time and I’m giving you your freedom but once you starts accompanying me to events and my clubs, people with think, you’re mine women, which you are and they’ll try things” “like trying to shoot me”y/n asked almost concerned. “maybe, maybe kidnap you, but when I’m by your side they won’t try any of that shit, I’ll protect you at all cost” why did I sign up to this shit asking herself, its for a good cause right? “ I also want us to share the same bed” he spoke still looking at her. “What, NO!” She screamed out and he laughed out looking at the way shock filled her face. “I’m only kidding baby, you’ll have your own room and I’ll have mine, but I’m sure we’ll end up sharing the same bed in he future” he smirked and she rolled her eyes, “don’t test your luck, baby” she said sarcastically mocking him. But she didn’t know what that nickname did to him, oh he could instantly get hard if she said it again. “You’re family and friends will have protection, I won’t stop you from meeting them either but they’ll be watched to keep them safe” y/n nodded agreeing to his words. “I’ll be giving you a body guard and you’ll get a maid too”. “Anything else?” she asked mockingly and he smirked at her playfulness. “ Yes, just one more thing”, “And what is that Mr Kim?” She asked, now playing a deadly game and he was so damn hard under the table. “I don’t want you meeting the man you were grinding on at the club”. “You mean, Jungkook?”

“Yes, whatever the fuck his name is” he snarled, hating the way the man’s name rolled of her tongue. “No” she said sternly. “I don’t want to stop meeting him”

“Why not, are you fucking him?, is it a thing?” He asked anger rising. “No he’s just a friend” she lied, hoping to get him off her back. “ So you always grind on a friend like that?” He asked annoyed. “Y’all are friends with benefits then?” “ No its not like that, we’re getting serious”she defended herself. “Well its not going to go any further than that, you’re gonna stop seeing him” she couldn’t believe the audacity, he’s so controlling. “No, I’ll meet him when I want, you can’t stop me” she said defending her place, stubbornness rising. “You will baby” he said as he got up to move around the table. “No, are you gonna make me?” She asked smirking “you’re such a brat, you know that?” He asked touching her chin. “You’re giving me all these lists that I have to follow to keep you by my side but when I ask you to stop meeting him, you’re gonna question me?” Rubbing her lips teasingly with his thumb. “I’m not gonna stop meeting him and that’s final. You’re not one to talk either, I’m sure your still gonna be meeting other women and I’m not gonna stop you!”Y/n spoke as she continued staring back up at him. “That’s what you don’t get baby” Taehyung began now leaning onto his desk. “I don’t want any other women other than you, they mean nothing to me” talking her hand into his. He was so smooth, way too smooth. “Well if you’re gonna call every girl you meet baby, then it means nothing to me” she countered not knowing what she started. “So you’re saying you’ll love me back if I only called YOU baby?” He asked as curiosity filled his voice. “I didn’t say that” “So what DID you mean, when you said if I called other girls baby it wouldn’t mean anything to you” Taehyung asked again. “Nothing, lets get back to business” she spoke back changing the subject and they both knew she was a little bit jealous of the fact that he called other women ‘baby’ but wasn’t she doing the same thing with Jungkook? But the only difference was, she might be in love with Jungkook. But that will change one day, she didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that she might fall in love with Taehyung one day ,like she was before, before her and Jungkook became serious.

“What are you thinking about princess ?” Taehyung pulled her form her thoughts, the one where she’s dint even know she was day dreaming. “Nothing” Y/n replied looking away. “The deal is done then” He began again and Y/n nodded in agreement “Good, I don’t want you to be seeing another man” Then took her hand again and she got up following him out his office. “No, he’s important to me” she replied and he stoppered in his tracks before the steps that leaded up to the second floor of his mansion. “Are you really that in love with him?”, she hesitated, thinking, was Jungkook really important to her?, if he was why would she be here with Taehyung in his house. “I don’t know, but I know he’s important to me” she confessed. “Are you ever gonna listen to me?” He asked changing the subject, glad at the fact that she was unsure if she loved another guy, which ensured he had a chance with her. “Why do you dislike him so much anyway, you don’t even know him?” She asked curious as he turned, his face now inches away from hers. “Well for starters, he’s always in you’re head, you might be in love with him, he’s kissed you and if I wasn’t late going back to you, you would have been In love with me, it should have been my lips you should’ve kissed”he leaned In hovering over her lips. “That’s why I hate him, I hate that he reached you before I could and I was too late” he continued as their lips touched but she pulled away. “Stop”, “you’re not too late, I’m just unsure of want I want right now” pity covering her voice. He smiled at her response. He wasn’t too late. “Oh and if you try kissing me again, I’ll really hurt you” she threatened. Taehyung looked at her, a smirk plastered on his face and pecked her forehead and she was frozen in place. “ I won’t do it again until you let me” he said leading her up the grand stair case.

A few minutes later.

“Where are you taking me?” Y/N asked softly curiosity filling her voice as Taehyung lead her through the corridors. “To your Bedroom obviously” he replied not looking at her. “Well shouldn’t at least go home to get some clothes?” She questioned him. “Princess, don’t worry about that” he responded as they reached huge doors with s dragon carvings and the head of a dragon as the handle of the doors. She was amazed at how huge the doors was, but she was more shocked as he opened the doors and they entered the room that was now hers. “Princess, in this room, you have everything, you’ll have privacy and-“ he paused leading her towards her walk in closet. “ Here are all your new clothes, lingers, jewelry and everything else that you’ll need” he finished off letting go of her small hands. “Wow, you had all this panned huh? She asked walking further into the closet. “Of course, I waited for five years and prepared everything”. Y/n let’s out a small laugh looking at hi, “so this is all for me?” She asked “ yes princess” he answered and she rolled her eyes at the nickname. “And how do you know that all the clothes in here fits me”. “Princess, remember your figure very well and its an intuition, I just know you that well” he spoke smiling at her. Y/n couldn’t help but smile him, she was unsure wether he was stupid, psycho or everything in between. She just couldn’t believe he prepared all of this for her. “Well” she starts, “ I still need to grab a few things form my house” she continued. “Like what?” He asked curious. “ like a lot of things” she said eyes widening in frustration, didn’t he just agree to give her space?. “Okay, we can go after you shower” and she nodded in agreement as he began to lead her to the en-suite bathroom, as they entered the bathroom she was in awe at how amazing it looked, two huge diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling, floor to ceiling windows, couple sinks with huge round mirror that glowed, to the right was two rain showers and right in the middle was a bath made from crystals. As she walked around the bathroom like a kid in a candy store, Taehyung’s hands wrapped around her small waist. “Do you want me to join you in the shower?” He asked teasingly. Then she elbowed him hard In the stomach and he groaned in plain, crouching down to the floor and holding his sides. “Fuck” he groaned. “ I told you not to do that again” Y/n began speaking with spite in her voice, she watched him as he continued soothing his side that was still in pain. She continued looking at him as he was still groaning in pain. “Are you okay?” She asked now feeling bad. But here was no answer just a deeper groan as if he was in more pain. “I’m so sorry” she said, sympathy filling her voice. “Oh, I’m so sorry” she repeated as she began to worry about him. She then crouched down to his level and palmed the right side of his face, and he looked up at her and he saw the worry look on her face. He tried holding in his laugh, he really did but couldn’t and he lets out the small laugh then smirked at her, “you care about me, don’t you?” He asked her, touching her small hand that was on his face. “I thought you were in pain?” She asked Taehyung. “I wasn’t in pain princess, you know how to throw punches and your elbow hits hard but I’m fine, I just wanted to see if you care” he smiled her. She then tried pulled her hand that was on his face away but his hand dripped it hard, she tried pulling it again but his grip still firm on her hand. She was no angry at him, how could he play like that, how could he play with her feelings, she them stood up and he mirrored her. “Princess, don’t be angry” He began playfully “You were the one who elbowed me, I should be the one who’s angry” he continued. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” “You’re such an asshole” she continued, getting more and more angry. “I know, but now I know you actually care about me” he countered, happiness in his voice, y/n cared for him and he couldn’t be more happy at that fact. “You play way too much” she said looking away from him the frown still apparent on her face.

Then he pulled her closer by her hand that was still in his and hugged her. “I only do it because I love the way you react and I love you” he said, as he lifted her face and her eyes met his and he pecked her forehand with his lips. Y/n was ready to throw another punch but then stopped when Taehyung hurriedly stepped back his arms up ready to defend himself “Princess stop, you’ll end up really hurting me this time” he starts as he watch her lower her fist. She approached him and pushed him out slowly as he took her small hand up to his chest and she began saying “if you don’t want me to hit you then you should probably leave, before my fist meets your face” damn she was sassy and he fell further. “Plus I need to start showering” she continued. “Wait, you’re not gonna let me watch the show” he teased. “What show? Now leave” giving him a final push and he was out the bathroom and she slammed the door in his face. “I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU BABY”Y/n hears him shout on the other side of the door and she couldn’t help but smile. She turned the shower on and began to strip herself off her clothes and entered the showers, now the glass steamed up. As the water hits her face, she sighed out, her muscles now relaxed and her mind blank. As she continued washing her self, her mind couldn’t help but wonder to Taehyung, the man who was showering her with affection and told her he loved her many times and she began to forget about Jungkook. Oh what was he doing to her? She was falling fast and there was no ropes to hold on to.

Outside the bathroom minutes before.

“I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU BABY!” Taehyung shouted as the door slammed in his face. She’s really something, he thought to himself. Then a knock came at the bedroom door. “Boss” he heard, now the smile he had on his face gone, the smile turning into a glare. “What!” He spoke silently still looking at the bathroom door then looking away. “We found your half brother” the voice spoke. “Good!” Taehyung turned on his feet hearing the shower turn on, walking out the bedroom. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to tell me why the fuck, they decided to keep him but leave me” the anger in is voice could kill someone instantly. Looking at the man in front of him Taehyung continued, “ Get me all the information you can and trail him, I’m sure he’ll lead us to my mother”. Taehyung was angry, he questioned why it had to be him, why they left him, a new born baby at front of an adoption center with just a name, nothing but a name but then they had another baby, his mother had another baby and decided to keep him. Thanks to them, he’s where he is now, with vengeance on his mind. Both of his parents left him then both left a new life not caring about him one bit, not one bit and thinking about it made him angry, more angry than any more could imagine. “And the man in the basement?, still not talking?” Taehyung asked walking down the stairs, his men behind him. “ no sir, we’ve done everything, beat him , stabbed him but he’s not taking”. “He’s a loyal dog then” Taehyung asked “yes sir, that’s what he makes it out to be”, the man behind him answered. Then Teahyung began again, “the reason he’s not talking is cause I’m not there” he turned to the man, who bowed his head in fear and respect. “You’re all clearly not doing enough!” He snarled. “Sorry sir, we’ll do better” the man answered as Taehyung rolled up his sleeve, turning again. Walking down to the basement, then scanning his eyes and the huge steel doors swung opened like a vault and there the man was, drenched in blood, a wool sack covering his head. As he hears the footsteps of Taehyung, he began to shiver, he knew Taehyung’s presence, it was almost like all the air disappears when Taehyung enters a room, and everyone bows in fear. “Do I always have to do the job myself?” Taehyung growled, looking at his men who lowered their gazes, then back at the man before him, who was shivering Horrendously and Taehyung pulled the woolen sack off his head. Lowering himself down to meet the man’s eyes, he began “so what’s your name?” But there was no answer, the man just lowered his eyes to the grown and Taehyung huffed out a laugh. “I hate asking twice” Taehyung spoke in a low tone, then holds his right hand out and one of his men placed a hammer in his hand. Playing with the hammer, he span it and then looked at the man. There was fear in his eyes, “you know I’m not like my men, I’m their boss!” He growled as he swung his hand back with force, the hammer in hand and the hammer almost lands in the mans skull before he choked out. “ I’ll tell you everything!” And continued stuttering “ p-p-please d-d-don’t k-kill m-me” tears how filling his eyes. “I guess we’re both finally on the same page” Taehyung said giving the hammer back to his man on his right side. Still looking at the bloodied man ,Taehyung studied his face and watched the way the man’s breath hitched like he was struggling to breathe then the man began “My name is Choi Daniel”, “Nice to meet you Mr Choi” Taehyung countered, just as the man began to speak again, Taehyung interrupted “would you mind telling me why you were stealing at my casino?” Glaring at the man. “I-I-I’m s-s-sorry” Daniel replied stuttering, “ I was forced to-“ “by who?” Taehyung questioned but the man stopped talking “I guess we’re not really on the same page” he said. Holding out his hand again, the same hammer returned and he said “I guess you really want me to break your skull” still playing with the hammer in hand. “I- I really don’t know anything, I was just told to do so and was told not to say anything or else they’ll kill my family” Daniel said scared. “I hate to

break it to you but your family is probably dead, now that you’re caught, it’s likely that they killed your family, to take them off the grid with you” Taehyung said with no emotion in his voice. Daniel’s eyes widen in shock and he began screaming and crying hysterically like a mad man. “NO,NO,NO!, MY FAMILY” he screamed and Taehyung continued looking at him. “Then just kill me, if my family is not hear then just kill me, please!” The man cried out. “PLEASEEE!” He continued and Taehyung looked at him pathetically. “You did me wrong and there’s no guarantee that I won’t kill you, I might let you live but before I make that decision, I need you to give me a name.” Taehyung whispered. The man looked up at him pathetically, tears spilling from his eyes then he said. “He’s known as the wolf of Ilsan” Taehyung smiled, happy that the man answered then said, “I hope you meet your family where ever they might be”, “what?” The man asked eyes widening then Taehyung swung the hammer right into the man’s skill as blood splattered out into him. “Thank you for your Corporation” he said with no emotion in him. There was no life left in the man as his body went limp. Taehyung wasn’t just gonna let anyone do him dirty especially someone who plays with the ops. “Clean this shit up!” Taehyung spoke in a low tone handing the bloodied hammer over to his man. “And find everything you can find out about that wolf!” He continued walking away as get was handed a towel to wipe away the blood on his face. “ find out everything, find where he lives, find where he currently is and Before you find out all these things, don’t think about showing your faces in front of me!” He snarled not looking at them, as his men bowed as he left the basement . Walking out, he was greeted by chase, his right hand man, who always seems to be gone. “And where the fuck were you!” Taehyung snapped, glaring at the man in front of him. “I was finding more information boss and I was at the casino” “what type of information” Taehyung questioned and chase continued “info about the deal we had in Macau, your brother was the leading factor.” “Really?” Taehyung questioned. “Yes boss” Chase confirmed. “Right, well I told the others to keep their eyes on him and get everything as much information as they can” Taehyung spoke as he continued walking up the steps, Chase not far behind. “ So how’s the casino?” Taehyung questioned changing the subject.” A lot better than the week before, we’re making 10 times more” “good” Taehyung said. “And what about the guns?” He asked raising an eyebrow. “We’re making more exchanges and everyone is willing to pay more” chase said and Taehyung nodded as they reached the ground floor of the mansion and there she was waiting for him, in a dress he picked for her, looking like an angel sent from heaven laughing and smiling whilst talking to their maids. She then turned to look at him and met his gaze and he could die at that moment.

“What the fuck happened to you” Y/n asked shocked at his state. “Business princess” he replied as the maids bowed their heads in his presence. “I see you’re getting along well with everyone” he said walking towards her. “Well of-cours- is this your blood?” She asked shocked. “No bab-“ before he could finish she said “then who’s is it?” Now eyebrows raised and eyes widen. Taehyung then looked at the maids and then at chase, tilting his head signaling them to leave and they bowed and left. “Baby it’s really nothing” he began. “It’s not nothing! You have someone’s blood on you” she screamed silently. “Who’s blood is it?” She asked taking a step back and he approved her again lifting his hand to touch her soft face. “ it’s another man’s” he replied leaning in touching her forehead with his. “So this is what you do?” She asked silently and he replied “yes, part of it, if I have to” and she closed her eyes and sighed. “Why?” “Because it’s in me to do so” he continued “I’m a monster, it’s what I do” he said slighting raising his voice and she opened her eyes to meet his but didn’t say anything. She just had to accept what he does, even if he killed people, he was her monster. “You know I would never do it if they didn’t deserve it” he said trying to sooth her. “And how do you make that decision?” Y/n asked back. “I make that decision on if they betrayed me or try to” he replied. “But I never hurt women or children” he said “and I don’t plan to”. He continued stroking her face with his thumb then the silence was broken by her voice. “ what if I want you to stop doing these type of things? …. Would you stop?!” Y/n asked pleadingly. “No, because this is who I am”. He said removing himself from her. “This is who I am” he repeated and she sighed wanting to give up but then said “I guess you don’t really love me then” Taehyung then looked at her eye widening at the accusation “don’t say that” be began as he approached her. “You know that I’m in love with you” “if you really are in love with me then you shouldn’t do these things “ she said stubbornly, not reasoning with him to why he was doing these types of things, she knew deep inside he wasn’t this monster he plays out to be. He approached her again and said “THIS.IS .WHO .I .AM” emphasizing each words. “No it’s not” she screamed. “ IT IS,THIS IS WHO I AM” he countered, his tone now matching hers. “ if this is who you are then I don’t want to be near you” she threatened. “You don’t mean that” he said lowly. “Yes I do”.she spoke Walking backwards. Her movements then stopped when she reached the island in the kitchen. “Princess you don’t mean that, I know you” Taehyung tried touching her face again but then she friend, building up her walls again. “Just give it time you’ll learn to love me” he spoke but she didn’t say anything, she just looked another way. And he sighed. Her walls were now high, too fsr for him to reach. He knew that if she found out what he does, she might leave but he was hoping, no praying that she’ll give him a chance. “I’m gonna shower and I’ll be back down and we can have dinner together” he’s broke the silence as he began to leave the kitchen not looking at her. After showering he came back down, hoping that she wild still be there, but when he reached the kitchen she was gone . Shocked filled his eyes and he began to worry, did she leave him, the women he longed for, did she leave him? He began shouting for her “princess?” But response “BABY!” He shouted louder and Mrs Kang came from the chef’s kitchen approached him.

“Sir, madam is in the garden” she spoke bowing to him and he rushed out to the garden. And there Y/n was looking up at the blossom tree. “I thought you left” he said but she didn’t turn to look at him. “ well you said you’ll be back for dinner so I’m wanting for you” she replied, her eyes still on the tree. He tried reaching out to touch her but then stopped himself, her walls was up so high almost reaching the skies and he couldn’t break them down and all he could do was give her space.

Mrs kang’s voice came from behind telling them dinner was ready, breaking them from their own world. Y/n then turned and finally met his eyes but then quickly looked away and the air around them didn’t feel the same anymore, she was shutting herself away from him. “Let’s go” she began awkwardly and left to go back unto the house and their dinner was nothing but silence. Time went slowly as they ate their dinner in Silence, as their maids watched them but didn’t question anything. Finishing her dinner y/n spoke, “thank you very much Mrs kang, the dinner was lovely” smiling her the chef. “It’s my pleasure”. Then looking away she said “excuse me” and removed herself form the dining table. Taehyung sighed and got up to go after her and the maids and chase bowed their heads in unison. Before she could reached the stairs, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “Princess, don’t shut me out” he began, “I’m not shutting you out” she lets out slowly then continued “I just need to get my head straight” then removing his hands from her wrist walking upstairs to her bedroom. Leaving him at the bottom of the stairs watching her leave.

She reached her bedroom and flopped down into her bed, that was soft like clouds and signed out in relief. What had she just sign up for? Forgetting about her phone, she looked and found it on the side of her bed and took it in her hands, as the screen lit up, she saw that there were many messages as well as missed calls left by Jungkook , EziKia and Ashley. Fuck, she thought to herself, how was she face her friend, what was she gonna tell them, that she was kidnapped by the man she saved 5 years ago? And that he confessed his love her and oh yes he’s also a cruel mafia boss. Not to forget the fact that her head is now in Shambles, she doesn’t know what to do, she doesn’t know who she likes, well who she loves anymore. Things were now complicated. Was her love still the same for jungkook, a friend she’s known for a long time, one of her best fiends, one that she might be in love with but scared that it might be love on Both sides. Was her love for Taehyung, a cruel, gruesome mafia boss, who she saved a long time ago, who now confessed his love for her but the thing was she did fall in love with him when they first met at her door step and she couldn’t stop thinking about him for a while but now things were different, he was different and so was she. Things are suddenly more complicated now.

Looking at the phone in her hand, she unlocked it and called her friend. As the call went through, she could hear the scream of her best friend. “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU Y/N!” “I’ve been so worried” E continued trying to calm herself down. “I went to your house and waited for you outside the door, kept on ringing the Bell and banging on the front door but here as no answer” E confined crying out in frustration. “Why did you just leave us like that, worrying about you!” She asked not giving Y/n a chance to speak. Hearing her friend cry out like that she didn’t know what to say expect for “I’m sorry”. Upon hearing her voice, E stopped and sighed, “where are you now y/n!” E asked slightly raising her voice. “I can’t tell you right now but when things get better, I’ll tell you everything” Y/n began silently not knowing what else to say. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!” E screamed. “It’s nothing, I just need to get my head straight, I’ll tell you everything when I get my head together” y/n continued but E was backing now. “NO. YOU ARE MY FRIEND I NEED YOU TO TELL ME IF SOMETHING IS WRONG!” And y/n did nothing else but just sigh in defeat. “I’m at a mans house” y/n began again. “What man? Jungkook?” “No it’s the man that I saved 5 years ago…” and there was just silence over the phone. “So you’re meaning to tell me you’re at the handsome strangers house?, what about jungkook?” E continuously asked. “It’s complicated” “have you told jungkook?”

“No, not yet, like I said, I just need to get my head straight before I speak to him, I just want some distance for now” y/n spoke out quietly. “Okay.” Her friend continued, “spill” “ well, I saw him went I went to the bathroom in the club and I fainted in front of him so he brought me to his house and he basically confessed his love for me” “woah, okay that’s a lot, did you get his name tho?” Her friend questioned. “Yes, his names Kim Taehyung” “WHAT? KIM FUCKING TAE HYUNG? THE MAFIA BOSS?” “Wait, you know him?” Y/n questioned shocked at the fact that her friend knew Taehyung. “ y/n everyone knows Kim Taehyung, he’s like a rogue Bachelor, he’s evil, been with lots of women but never lets it get serious, he plays with them then leaves them, there’s apparently a rumor that he was looking for his first real love-, wait that’s you?” E spoke as her voice raised in shock. “Guilty” y/n replied. “ wow, the world is really small” E said not believing what’s happening. “But this is great, right? He’s in love with you?” “Yeah that’s what he said but I don’t know how I feel, I’m unsure of my feelings for him” “and what about Jungkook? What are your feelings for him?” E countered. “I don’t know either, it’s complicated right now.” Y/n began and sighed “ Taehyung wants me to give him a chance and asked me to live with him in his mansion” “wait WHAT!?” E screamed on the other side slightly out in excitement. “You’re gonna be living with him?” “Yes, to help him and until I figure my feelings out” “To help him out?, what do you mean” E questioned. “It’s nothing, I’ll tell you when everything is settled” y/n spoke as E sighed “okay, but you know I’m only one call away, if you need me I’ll be here okay?” “Okay” “good, I love you y/n” E spoke softly. “Love you too E, bye” and she hung up the phone, almost tearing up. What has she got herself into?

Days then turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and she was still there, still hopelessly trying to change him. It’s been months since she began her training and every time she met him in the house, she would avoid his gaze, she would avoid him like a plague. She also stopped eating with him and blocking him out.

“Princess, you can’t avoid me forever” Taehyung began approaching y/n “I’m not avoiding you, you just happen to my way when I change my mind” she said sarcastically. Taehyung then took her hand, turning her then placing her small hand in his chest, feeling his heart beat. “Baby this is what you do to me” she looked at him but didn’t say anything. Honestly she was falling, he was always treating her really well, a lot more better than the men she was with before, she always woke up with bouquet of roses on the floor of her bedroom and he did everything he could to make her happy and she was great-full honestly but she couldn’t get off her mind the fact that he kills people for a living. A feared mafia boss. “Are you gonna train with me today?” She asked softly “no baby but I’ll be there watching you” “what’s the point of being there then if you’re just gonna watch” she pressed. “Fine I won’t be there” and he walked away. She honestly hated herself for pushing him away like that but she has to in order for him to realize. But realize what?

Turning herself away, she began walking to the training studio, as she entered the glass room, filled with bats, wooden sticks and boxing gloves, she was met by her trainer, one she was not very found of, one that always seem to treat her like an outsider. They began training, boxing and throwing punches at each other and this was getting intense, she y/n over powered the trainer, she raised her head looking up, her knee still on the trainer and her eyes met Taehyung’s and she frowned in annoyance. Didn’t he just say he wasn’t gonna be here but there he was, the almighty boss looking like everything she wanted but didn’t know if she wanted and then she looked away from his gaze. She she lifted herself up, leaving. She women on the floor let’s out a frustrated scream, as if she was embarrassed that Taehyung witness their match and she lost. The trainer threw a stick her way but y/n didn’t bother looking back or picking the stick up she continued walking away. Then she felt a hard hit on her head. “Fuck” she groaned and turned herself, now eyes red filled with anger and all she saw was black.

“Fight me, show me what you’re capable of” the trainer screamed and y/n picked up the stick approaching the women, her face black and the monster inside her wanting to come out. Then the women swung the stick y/n’s way trying to hit her in the head again but y/n blocked the hit, kicking the women in the stomach and the women fell hard. Y/n slowly approached her, still no emotions on her face and struck the women hard with the stick, again and again and again until the women bled in the floor. The women looked up at her, now fears in her eyes, and y/n one last hit and the women passed out on the floor. “This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me to show you what I’m Capable of” she spoke silently with no emotion still and looked up again at Taehyung, who now rose from his seat with shock in his eyes, he just witnessed what y/n was capable of. Y/n’s eyes then went to the men on each side of Taehyung and she saw the way they were looking at her, shocked and fear in their eyes and she was pulled from her trance and she looked down at the women. The women who looked lifeless on the floor, blood spewing from her mouth and bruises now forming on her face. Y/n then walked away, realizing what she just did and then threw the stick on the floor leaving the glass room. As she left, she didn’t she the look on Taehyung’s face, a look that almost seemed impressed at y/n.

The truth was deep down inside she was exactly like him but pride didn’t let her admit that she was becoming a monster, his monster.

Walking away, y/n couldn’t control her breathing, she just almost killed a person and she couldn’t what she did and that was really concerning to her. She hurriedly continued walking until she reached the mansion. She tried to calm herself down but couldn’t, she was breathing hard, she had no more control almost having a panic attack. “Princess…” Taehyung’s voice came softly from behind. Y/n turned hurriedly with panic in her eyes, she didn’t know what do do, or what to say. Taehyung saw the was she was struggling to breath and pulled her closer, grabbing her by her arms and spoke as softly as he could. “Baby breath, breath slowly” & she began to gain control again, breathing out with Taehyung. “That’s it princess, that’s my girl” Taehyung continued soothing her. “Good girl” he finished, rubbing her arms to soothe her more. After calming down, y/n finally looked up at him. “I just almost killed her…” she cried out. “Taehyung what did I do” she asked worriedly, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Baby, she’s fine, she’ll recover, don’t worry about it” Taehyung soothed. “ how can I not worry, I almost killed her” she screamed silently in Agony. “I hurt her” tears now filling her eyes. “Baby she’ll be fine” Taehyung responded pulling her into an embrace and she calmed down. That was the thing y/n failed to Acknowledge, the fact that he can make her forget everything around them and make her feel better. As she places her head on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat and it was damn fast, was he happy at this situation or was he nervous? Y/n couldn’t place a answer on that. Pulling out of her thought, she pulled away from him awkwardly, it felt like time had slowed down when they embraced each other but I’m Reality, time went fast and they embraced each other more than 15 minutes. Y/n looked up at Taehyung Slowly and said “I’ll get going, I need to shower” and before Taehyung could respond, she left towards the stairs leaving him again.

Two hours after the incident

Y/n hid in her room, she couldn’t face anyone in the house, not the maids, not the guards, not even Taehyung. What was she turning into, she couldn’t face her own reality and it was hard for her. She continued sitting in silence when she heard a knock on her door. She didn’t want to answer, she didn’t want to face or see anyone right now after what she did so she quietly sat on her bed not making any sound. “Princess, I know you’re in there…please open the door” Taehyung pleased on the other side. “Baby let me in-” Taehyung continued but was interrupted by her harsh voice. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not your baby, I’m not your girl I’m not your anything so leave me the fuck alone” y/n screamed. “I don’t want to see anyone right now either so leave!” She continued with her harsh tone. But Taehyung is not one to give up so he continued as well “Baby- y/n she’s fine, she’s not hurt, you didn’t do anything wrong, please just let me in” he spoke calmly but her rough tone followed after. “SHE ALMOST DIED, SHE NOT ALRIGHT, I-I-I ALMOST KILLED HER” y/n screamed. “Almost baby, she’s not dead” “How can you say that Taehyung? After what I did” y/n continued. “Because you did what you have to baby” Taehyung spoke softly. “You did what you had to” “I didn’t have to do anything, I should’ve stopped” y/n began crying softly. “Baby it’s not your fault, she pushed you…baby please let me in” Taehyung pleaded. “Please” “no leave me alone, GO AWAY, I’m a monster.” She finally admitted. “I’m becoming a monster like you so leave me alone” she continued harshly. Her harsh worlds didn’t come unheard by Teahyung, he heard it very clearly, he was a Monster to her and he was hurt from her words. “ if you’re not gonna see me, you should at least eat something, I don’t want you becoming sick, so when you’re ready, come down to eat, I won’t be there” he said quietly before leaving. Why did she have to do that, why couldn’t she just accept what she was, it wasn’t like she was becoming something new, that monster was always inside her but she just didn’t want to face the truth, the truth that they were the same. They fit perfectly like a key and lock, just like how a hand fits perfectly in the right glove. Her feelings were all over the place, she just kept on denying what’s real And the hard truth was that she was in love with him.

An hour after he left her door.

Y/n walked silently our her room, by now it was dark, the moon was shining down and the stars were shining bright. She kept quietly walking down the long dark hall, trying to be as discreet as she could finally reaching the stairs. Walking down slowly, she noticed that it was awfully quiet, there was no sound in the mansion, it was almost haunting. As she approached the kitchen, she noticed Mrs kang and maids cleaning things up and realized that it was the dinner she was supposed to have with Taehyung but she didn’t say anything. As she reached the kitchen, she stood there quietly, Mrs kang, the head maid still didn’t noticed her until she cleared her voice. “Madam, I’m so happy to see you, I heard from Mr Kim that you weren’t feeling well, how are you feeling now” Mrs kang asked. Taehyung lied for her? “Oh yes, I had a little headache but I’m feeling a lot better now” she lied. But In her head she couldn’t get out of her head the fact that Taehyung lied for her when she felt uncomfortable. “That’s great madam, are you wanting anything?” Mrs kang asked pulling her from her thoughts. “Yes, I’m feeling a little hungry, would you be able to make me something?” She asked softly. “Yes madam it would be my pleasure” Mrs Choi replied with a smile on her face. “What would you like madam?” “I bowl of ramen would be amazing please!” She replied with a huge smile on her face and Mrs kang got to work and stated to make the bowl of ramen for her. As she watched Mrs kang make the ramen, her thoughts wondered to Taehyung and she asked Mrs kang “Mrs kang, has Taehyung eaten anything?”And Mrs Kang looked at her worriedly, “no madam, sir hasn’t had anything to eat, he’s been really busy with business and he was really worried about you so he couldn’t eat anything” Mrs Kang relied and shock filled Y/n but why was she, he told her many times that he cared for her and confessed Many times his feelings for her but she still denied it. Maybe she was scared of the fact that If she fell in love and showed her true feelings, she could hurt other people. “ oh really?, would you be able to make him something?”

“Yea madam, I would love to, what does madam have in mind?” Mrs kang questioned “ Erm in not sure, what does he like?” She couldn’t believe she was worried about him and now asking about what he likes. “Mr Kim loves Japchae, he loves meat and everything in between” Mrs kang answered with a loving smile. “ Then could make him a bowl of ramen with extra meat” y/n replied smiling softly. “Okay madam” Mrs kang spoke as she began making another bowel of Ramen. After a while, Mrs kang handed her the dish and she began eating and Taehyung then entered the kitchen but didn’t even look at her or acknowledge her. He didn’t say a word. The Mrs kang broke the silence as Taehyung opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of water then looked at Y/n who then avoided his gaze. The tension in the room could kill someone. “Mr Kim, Madam thought you would be hungry so she asked us to make you a bowl of ramen with extra meat” Mrs kang began but Teahyung didn’t say a thing, he just kept looking at y/n, who kept on avoiding his gaze. “Really?” He finally spoke with sarcasm in his voice and y/n rolled her eyes at his remark and he sat down in front of her. The bowl of ramen placed in front Of him but he kept on staring at her and she kept on avoiding his eyes. “Did you really ask them make this for me?” He asked. “No” she finally meeting his eyes and the heat rose to her face and was was blushing hard from embarrassment. “Don’t lie to me” he said firmly and he looked at him with a pout but she couldn’t keep the eye contact, his gaze was burning through her. “Yes, I did” she replied slowly and he grabbed her face with his left hand and turned her face to face him. And the frown on his face turned into a wide smile. “Thank you princess” he said softly and she couldn’t help but blush and she removed his hand from her face. “You’re welcome” she replied with a soft smile lowering her gaze. Chase and the maids just looked at them in awe, they just couldn’t believe what they just saw, these two idiots are obviously in love with each other but one didn’t want to push the other and one didn’t want to accept her feelings. Taehyung finally took a bite of his food and smiled like a baby and y/n looked at him looking confused as fuck. How the hell does someone attitude change in seconds? It’s unbelievable. “Wow this is amazing, baby you chose well, how did you know this would be one of my favorite dish?” He smiled widely looking at her with loving eyes. She cringed at the nickname and she was fuming and wanted to tell him to fuck off but decided to say “Mrs kang told me what you liked” with no emotion. “Well baby I love it, thank you” he said winking at her. She could punch him in his beautiful but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. “You’re welcome” she spoke softly. “I wasn’t talking to you princess, I was thanking Mrs kang for making this beautiful dish” he teased. She scoffed, letting out a Laugh and she thought to herself what a cocky asshole, now she was more than annoyed but held her emotions and continued smiling then looked away . But she didn’t catch the way he was looking at her, proud to have made her angry, he loved it, her walls were finally breaking down again. They continued having dinner with small conversations then his phone rang. As he picked up he looked at her and said “ I’ll be back baby” and walked to his office leaving y/n with Mrs Choi and Chase.

As he left y/n whispered “Cocky Bastard” with annoyance in her voice and, Chase’s eyes landed on y/n then he looked away and his eyes met Mrs kang and they both nodded and moved to sit down I’m front of y/n . Y/n looked confused, she didn’t know what was happening but held herself. “ Miss Y/n, how are you?” Chase began with a firm look on his face. “I’m alright thanks” y/n replied and gave them him a warm smile. “How are finding the mansion, is it up to your standards?”Chase asked warily. “It’s more than up to my standard” y/n replied still smiling. “That’s great to hear” chase spoke finally smiling. “You know I’ve never seen my boss like this, from all the years that I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him this happy.” He continued whilst Y/n kept silent “he’s been looking for you ever since the day you saved him and I’ve honestly never seen him put his life on the line like this. He willing to give everything up to be with you and you’re all he can think about . When he’s stressed he thinks about you, when he’s angry he thinks about you and he calms himself down from the thoughts of you. He’s in love with you and he’s willing to do anything to be with you but I’m just wondering what are you’re feelings for him?”

Y/n didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know how to answer and she just said “I’m not sure of my current feelings for him” she lied, I’m honesty she knew, she just didn’t want to live with that truth. She didn’t want to confess her feelings to him if she didn’t know if she liked someone else. Jungkook, he was still there buried inside her mind, her feelings for him was still unknown, of-course she likes him as a friend but it could be something deeper. They always had something for each other. And with Taehyung, he makes her feel like she’s not the only insane person and he always made her feel like she found her home and she always felt his affections and everyday he told her how much she meant to him. And she didn’t want to say the same thing if her feelings were meant elsewhere. “I��m not sure of my feelings for him Right now..I-“ before she could continued chase interrupted “boss is always a fighter, he shows no mercy and no one can hurt him but when you’re hurting and you ignore it he looks like he’s been shot and looks like he could die….look, what I’m to say here is that he loves you more than his life, he went to your house everyday after he left the day you saved him but you weren’t there and he kept trying until he found you and he wanted to confess his feelings and all he’s looking for is for you to love him back.” He smiled softly after speaking. “He went to my house?” y/n questioned confused. “Yea he went there everyday for so many years, always with a bouquet of flowers. Lavender flowers cause he thought you would love them. He always said that Lavender roses meant-“ “love at first sight” y/n finished off. “It means love at first sight” she whispered to herself in awe. “Yes, he fell deeply in love with you and still is, I just hope one day you’ll feel the same way and that you don’t keep him waiting” chase continued “I’m sure one day” y/n said giving him a smile. They spoke and spoke for a few more minutes and she felt like she was home. Chase and Mrs kang made her feel better and she felt so happy. They joked as laughed and the conversation continued until they heard Taehyung cleared his throat and chase jerked away from y/n I’m shock. They all looked at Taehyung and he looked mad. He was jealous, jealous of the fact that she didn’t smile like this around him, jealous of the fact that she’s always happy with a another man but him. He approached them and nodded for Mrs Kang and chase to go away and they left. Y/n turned facing away from him on her chair and he approached her. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her shoulder as he leaned in, he wanted to kiss her and show her affections but didn’t want to push her away so he pulled back. “I want you to come with me to my club” he said holding back his emotions and she turned towards him. Her eyes widen in shock as she turned, she didn’t expect him to be so close, so close that they could feel each other’s breath. She stared at him then said “now?” “Yes princess, could you come with me?” lifting his hand to hold her on her shoulder. “But I don’t have anything to wear” she said looking away. “ baby haven’t you looked inside your closet?, you have everything, I’m sure you’ll find something nice to wear” he said softly. “How long do need to get ready?” He asked. “Around an hour?” “AN HOUR?!” Shock rolled his voice. “ yes Teahyung, if you want me you’ll have to wait” she spoke smiling up at him, her walls down again. “Okay be ready in an hour I’ll be waiting” he said with one last look at her then walked away.

One hour later.

An hour had passed and y/n finally got really, she wore a aquatic Versace dress that had a low neckline, with beadings that shaped into star fishes and it had a high slit all the way up her thigh. The dressed hugged her figure like a glove and hugged it right in every way showing her curves. With her tight fitting dress, she wore black lace up Versace heels. Her makeup was light but made her look like a goddess. She wore her hair down in a wavy style and wore matching pearl necklace and matching Chandelier earrings. She took one last look at herself and smirked at how good she looked. She finally walked out her room and towards the stairs and she began walking down but then stopped. At the bottom of the stairs stood him, Kim Taehyung, looking like everything she could have, he was wearing a white lace martini Dolce and Gabbana suits, with a black shirt underneath and Matching black trousers. On his hand right hand a Rolex and on his cuff, diamond cuff links . His hair slick back with one loose strand and he looked like sex on legs, she could have him in a instant if she didn’t hide her feelings. From hearing her footsteps he turned to look At her and could instantly fall to his knees from looking at her. She looked like an angel that was sent to save him wearing a dress that he picked for her wardrobe, her curves like something he’s never seen before and that neckline, the dress holding her breast just right. She was wearing everything he brought for her and he couldn’t hold back his smile. As she looked down at him, her gaze then tuned to the dozen men behind him who were also in awe, Taehyung saw the way she was looking at his men so he cleared his throat and they bowed to her presence. She continued walking down Until she was one step above him, but her height a little a few inches shorter than him and she looked up then into his eyes. “you look amazing, I could die from just looking at how beautiful you are” he confessed. “Thank you” she blushed and she attempted to look away but his hand went up to her face and Turned it back to face him. “Don’t look away princess, you look too good to be feeling shy” he teased and all she could do was smile. “I got you a present” he spoke as her eyes widen in shock, he brought her a present?, but they weren’t even together and she kept on rejecting his feelings as well as her own. But clearly he didn’t stopped trying and that’s what she’s beginning to fall even if she didn’t acknowledge it. “You didn’t have to” y/n began as he pulled pulled out the present de his trouser pocket. “Of course I did, you deserve it” she watched as he pulled out a small Dior gift box and she signed out smiling at him, she couldn’t believe that he went out of his way to get her something, even though she’s wearing everything she bought her. Then he opened up the box and there it was, a Diamond Dior bracelet, that was worth more than she could imagine. He reached out his hand waiting for her to place hers in his and she hesitated for a moment then placed her small manicure hand in his and met his gaze. He gazed down at his hand then took the bracelet out it’s box and placed it on her small wrist handing the box to Chase who was just staring at them happily. “You ready?” Taehyung asked with love in his eyes and she nodded. He then hooked her arms on his and y/n tried to pull away but his hold was firm. “You already gave your hand to me and I’m not letting it go” and she gave up at his remark and relaxed herself. Walking toward his car as his men followed not far behind he spoke “have I told you how amazing you look?”

“Yes you already told me that” y/n replied letting a small smile fall on her face. “Well I’m telling you again, you look so fucking good, I can’t take my eyes off you” and she blushed at his comment. “Baby I love it when you blush” he said again smiling down at her. “Stop” she lets out as they reached his car. “I won’t stop until I’m satisfied complimenting you” he spoke winking at her as he opened the door to let her in and she rolled her eyes. “If you keep rolling your eyes I-“ “what will you do Mr Kim? Huh?” She said challenging him. “Do you want to know?” She nodded at his question and a smirk fell onTo his face. “I’ll show you who I really am, I’ll fu-“ “STOP” She screamed shocked at his comment. “ stop, we’re not at that level yet!” She said glaring at him. “ You were the one who asked me what I would do and I was just simply answering your question” he said acting innocent as he got into his car. “

Also, what did you mean when you said we’re not on that level yet?” He said curious about her comment earlier. “Nothing Tae-” “baby, stop, tell me” he ushered. “Well we’re just beginning to get to know each other right?” She questioned answering him. “Of course” he said unable to hide his happiness. The car finally starts to head off to the club as he held her hand firmly in his and looked straight. The drive to the club was better than she expected with light conversation.

At the dragon’s lair

As they approached the club, they continued to have a light conversation, the wall That she built up was now breaking down slowly. The car came to a stop and one of his men opened up the door for y/n and she got out as Taehyung got out on the other side. He rounded the car and reached her side hooking her arm into his and she tied to pull away but he didn’t let her and all she could do was look at him. As they walked in she realized where she was “wait. You owns this club!!” She asked shock filling her voice. “Yes princess, I own a lot of things, well I own most of the casinos and clubs in Seoul” he answered looking down at her smiling widely. “Right”

She spoke out quietly. As they entered further into the the club, she could feel cold hazes on them as everyone bowed in their presence and she tried pulling away again but he didn’t budge. They began walking through the crowd and everyone paved away for them and she could hear voices whispering, wondering who she was but she just tried to ignore it. Now everyone’s beginning to think that she’s his women. As they approached the V.I.P area he stopped in his tracks and began “princess I have some business to attend first, I want to you wait for me here okay?” He asked softly and y/n looked at him and simply nodded and started heading to the V.I.P section but his hand reached out to pull her into his embrace. “You’re not gonna give me anything?” “Like what” she asked curious “kiss me” he commanded and she lets out a laugh, “you must be joking” she laughs but his face was like stone no emotion all. “I’m not one to joke around baby” “no Taehyung” and she pulled away and takes her in the V.I.P Room. Taehyung didn’t say anything else, he only looked at her as she sat down and couldn’t help but love her brattiness even more and then he walked away to get on with his business. He told his men at the door to look after her as he left. Time had passed and Y/n was beginning to get bored waiting for him so she decided to go and have some fun. She walked down the steps from the V.I.P area and walked through the crowd towards the bar to get a drink, she’s not just gonna sit there waiting for him, she’s gonna have a few drinks and have fun. Taking her seat at the bar she ordered a martini, and began grooving to the music and after her drink was made, she began drinking getting lost in her thought, thinking of this Ridiculous situation she for herself into.

Taehyung finally got out of his business meeting and won the deal. Again. Walking back from his office to the V.I.P area, he noticed that y/n wasn’t there and he glared at the guard that was supposed to look after Y/n and pulled his gun out. “Didn’t I tell you to look after her!!?” He yelled angrily and the fear in the guards eyes was unreal, he was scared to death. “I’m sorry boss, I didn’t know she left, I’m so sorry” the man cried and as Teahyung was gonna shoot him, his eyes landed on her at the bar and he sighed out in relief. Looking at the man who was kneeling in front of him he spoke out “chase take care of this” and the man was pulled from the room screaming for help. As he was gonna walk down the stairs, he felt arms crawl around him like snakes and he turned and there she was, the same girl, the same girl that he almost fucked a few months ago, “I don’t have time for you right now” he spoke trying to get her arms off him but she tried again snaking her arms around his torso. “Stop” he glared “ why, we always fuck Taehyung” the girl said. “Taehyung?, since when did I give you permission to say my name?” Taehyung spoke harshly. The girl lowered her eyes and Teahyung started walking away towards y/n again but then stopped in his tracks, thinking for a moment then turned with playfulness in eyes, he was now starting a game. “Sorry baby, you know I want to play but I now have a girl, if you could get her permission to let me play with you then I’ll fuck you” then he leaned in towards her ears “hard”and pulled back and there was excitement I’m the girls eyes. “Where is she?” She asked and Taehyung turned them both around now behind her and Pointed to y/n at the bar “ she’s over there” and the girl didn’t think twice and walked towards y/n almost angry and frustrated. Kim Taehyung now has a women and he was gonna leave her and now she’s angry. Y/n was having fun at the bar at the bar drinking her martini, whilst moving to the music. She then feels a presence behind her and she turned and there stood a angry looking girl that she’s never ever seen in her life. “Hi” y/n began and the women walked closer “so you’re my Taehyung’s women!!” The women asked angrily. “Girl you’ve got wrong, I’m not his girl” “I know you’re not, you look like a joke- you’re not even that pretty” the girl began insulting but y/n held herself and laughed “ right, thanks for opinion” and she turned her back towards the girl and the girl screamed pulling y/n from her seat “don’t turn away from me bitch” and y/n smirked scoffing, the audacity of this girl. “Anything else?!” Y/n asked “yea, Kim Taehyung is my man, so stay away from him” “gladly baby, he’s not mine I’m the first place” y/n responded smirking. The girl in front Of her had the widest smile on her face as she friend away thinking she just won she hears y/n voice began from behind “But I am living with him so it’s gonna be hard to avoid him, especially when he’s sleeping beside me with his hard cock every night”

“What did you say!!!?” The girl states angrily. “I’m just saying it’s gonna be hard to avoid if he’s sleeping next to me every night with his cock up my ass” y/n said cockily. The girl then swung at her hand and the hand landed in y/n face and she tried to slap her again but y/n grabbed her hand with her left them swung her right hand and it landed hard on her face and she did it again and again and the girl stumbled backwards. The monster was coming out. “Do you want me to spell it out for you?” Y/n questioned angrily, “he’s not my man, well not yet that is but if I wanted him, he’ll come running to me but as I can see, he doesn’t want you” she continued with a a smirk on her face. “If you ever think about laying a hand on me, I’ll break your neck, okay baby?” “Fuck you” the girl spat and y/n hands balled into fist and the fist landed right in the girls face and she blacked out. There was commotions around her but she didn’t care, she just held her own. Then she met Taehyung’s gaze and he has the huge smirk on his face and around him was other girls, lots of girls. “This asshole”, she said to herself, she just fought of a crazy women because of him cause he had the audacity to tell her that she was his and now he has other crazy women latching onto him like leaches? He must be fucking crazy. The women on his left began began to kiss up his neck whilst his eyes were still on y/n “fucking bastard” she said now jealous and she began walking towards him with fire in her eyes. He confessed his feelings for her and now he’s letting other girls grope him, he must be out of his mind. But she didn’t accept his feeling or take her own into account right? So she doesn’t have the right to feel jealous but the fire inside her was burning and she has to do something about it. Walking through the crowd, she headed for the stairs that led to the V.I.P section and straight toward Taehyung. She looked at him straight in the eyes and took a few more strides and took her seat on his lap. He loved the way she held herself, he was more than I love right now. As she sat on his lap, she finally spoke “hey baby” looking at Taehyung straight in the eyes and hovering over his Lips with hers, then her eyes went to the girl on his left who was still kissing his neck then y/n harshly grabbed the women’s face and the women let’s put a worried scream. “Get your filthy lips off him” she said with anger. The women’s eyes widen and she stepped away from Him and so did the others. But then the women began to question in a loud voice filled with courage “who the fuck are you” challenging y/n “I suggest you watch your tone”the monster was fully out now. “I’m his women so if you don’t want your neck snapped in half, walk away and don’t think of coming near him.” She glared and the women backed off in fear, bowed their heads and left. “So you’re gonna let girls people touch you!?” Y/n questioned glaring at him with Piercing eyes. “But I thought we weren’t together..” Taehyung contended and anger consumed y/n “right” she said annoyed lifting herself off his lap but he held her there. “We’re not together so get your hands off me, so I can get off you” y/n spoke harshly meeting his gaze. “Baby..” “Let me go Taehyung.” But he didn’t move not one bit, his hands remained on her hips and back holding her in place. “LET.ME .GO!” she spoke loudly as she saw Taehyung eyes change “no, baby, you already took you seat here and I’m not letting you go” The monster inside him now out as well, glaring at each other. She struggled in his hold but she didn’t budge, he held her in place. “If you don’t let me go I-” “what’ll you do baby hum?” He challenged and her hand lifted and landed hash on his face and his grip loosen around her and the shock filled his eyes and she got up off his lap and said “fucking asshole!” Then left out of the area and left Taehyung behind. Taehyung was mad, more mad than he should’ve been but that’s what she does to him, he followed her though the crowd and he was seeing red.

Finally out of the crowed she came to a quieter space and not far behind was Taehyung, approaching her as she slowed down. She tried to calm herself down and control her breathing down. She was jealous, not that she’s ever gonna admit it, she was jealous, he said he loved her but let other women touch him like that. She was fuming. Jealousy was a dangerous weapon and she was going to try to hide it. “Y/N!” Taehyung’s loud voice came from Behind and she stopped in her tracks. His footsteps were harsh and fast, in a matter of moments he was behind her but she didn’t bother turning. “Look at me” He began but she didn’t budge. “Baby look at me” and she stood still. “Princess” he grits his teeth annoyed and forces her to turn towards him eyes finally meeting. “What!” She began, spite in her voice. “Oh so now jealous?,but I can’t get jealous?” He asked holding her in place. “Jealous!?! Jealous my ass!” She turned, then he spun her around lips landing on hers and she jerked away smacking him hard in the face but he kissed her again, pushing her up against the wall, tongue poking at her lips, she was still angry at him so she didn’t open her lips. He kept on kissing her like A mad man and held her right against him. His hand then went from her back down to her ass and squeezed it causing her to moan “ahh mmhmm” she moaned. As her lips opened, he took the chance to slide his tongue inside her mouth and she was a moaning mess under him. “Mmhm” she moaned out and he groaned against her lips pulling away for air. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me” he groaned out and watched the way she breathed, her face was now flushed pink. He leaned in again hovering over her lips, thinking that she was gonna pull away he held her head in place but then she leaned up kissing him on the lips “fuck” he moaned out. The kiss turned rough, tongue fighting for Dominance and she gave up letting him Win and they were both panting. “Baby-“ she moaned against his lips. “What did you just call me?” He asked Hopeful. “Bab-humph” he attached his lips against hers before she could finish, kissing her like he was a man thirsty for water. Hands traveling down to her ass, he gave it a light squeeze and she moaned out, removing her lips from his head tilting back, “you like that princess?” He growled leaning in to suck on her neck. He leaned in, lips attached to her neck, giving it a few licks, kissing, sucking then biting on to it and she moaned out loudly “ahh-FUCKK-Babyy—” tilting her head further back giving him more access. He continued teasing and Torturing her neck, as purple marks began forming and he pulled back satisfied with his work. He looked at how fucked she looked and couldn’t be more happy that he caused it. He leaned in hovering over her lips teasingly but didn’t let their lips touch and y/n huffed of a frustrated moan. “Don’t tease me” “ I’m not princess” he said finally leaning in to give her some satisfaction. She kissed him back and all her walls were broken down. She was giving herself to him. He kissed down her neck slowly and she closed her eyes and felt him run her sides slowly teasing her, then he moved his hands back down to her ass and squeezed it while biting down on her neck. “Baby-“she moaned out as he continued teasing her. Then her she opened her eyes and lets out a sigh, then her eyes landed on a figure in the corner, staring at them In shock. She hurriedly pushed Taehyung away and Taehyung looked at her confused “princess-“ but she didn’t even look at him, she looked at the figure walking away, shock filling her eyes.

“Jungkook?” She spoke silently.. Watching him walk away as guilt began to rush Into her heart.

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Drunk Nights - The Elementalists

Summary: Anna is with the Harrington fam for a sleepover and when the alcohol comes out, she gets excited. Beckett is really a sloppy/cutesy drunk and she can’t wait for that version of Beckett to come out! But when a sudden change of attitude occurs in Beckett, Anna and Katrina gets especially worried. Katrina realizes what Beckett thinks of her and how much Anna truly means to her brother. 

Ships: Beckett x Anna

Rating: R

Word Count: 2825

A/N: Alright, so this fic takes place about a few months after Beckett, Anna and the rest of the Pend Pals graduate! Beckett and Anna have moved in together during this fic, but at the Harrington’s manor for this fic. They’re still boyfriend and girlfriend during this time. I truly hope you enjoyed this fic! Please like, reblog or throw me a follow if you can!

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“Anna! My dear! So lovely you could grace us with your presence! How was the drive here? Traffic not too dreadful huh?” welcomed Mrs. Harrington, kissing Anna on both cheeks. 

“It actually wasn’t that bad! Wonderful gardens you have out there don’t you? Did you get it redone recently?” asked Anna, pleased with Mrs. Harrington’s friendly question. 

“Oh yes, we had it done a few days after your graduation night! So wonderful of you to have noticed!”

Contrast to Mrs. Harrington’s positive demeanor, Mr. Harrington was a lot more reserved. Anna knew that she has his respect and satisfaction from her reputation and prestige in the tech industry and that it is very apparent that she makes his son very happy. He had never seen Beckett so happy, even just when her name was brought up at family events. 

“Anna, lovely to see you, as usual.” said Mr. Harrington giving Anna a strong handshake. 

Anna returns the handshake, putting on a bright smile and nodding respectfully. She then turns to head to Beckett, where he’s being bulldozed by his sister. 

“I missed you guys so much! It’s hard for me to think that my baby brother is living on his own with his wif- I mean, girlfriend!” expressed Katrina, pulling Beckett in a hug leaving him spluttering. Katrina then lets go and turns around to Anna, arms open. 

“My awesome, beautiful, future sister-in-law! I’ve missed you so much too!” exclaimed Katrina giving Anna a hug, at the same fervor that she did for Beckett. 

Over Katrina’s shoulder, Anna could see the blush form across Beckett’s cheeks at the implication of Katrina wanting to see them getting married. 

The 5 of them walked over to the Harrington’s dinning table, their personal chef giving them some rare kind of magickal lobster and placing a wine in the middle of the table called Krug Clos d'Ambonnay Blanc de Noirs. Mrs. Harrington poured some wine in her glass, swirling it right underneath her nose. Mr. Harrington takes the bottle, doing that same thing. He stretches his arm, bottle towards Anna. 

“Would you like some Anna? It’s a new bottle, it would be great for you to expand you alcohol palette.” said Mr. Harrington. It’s not like Anna doesn’t like alcohol or against drinking/getting drunk in public but she knows this wine. And it’s rare. She’s still getting used to being able to experience such luxuries. She’s only ever had soju. She gives him a polite smile but gulps. But then she turns her head to Beckett. 

“What do you say? Will we see drunk Beckett tonight?” she says with a cheeky grin and teasing tone. When Beckett had gotten drunk with her and the rest of the Pend Pals... let’s just say that he can’t handle more than 2 drinks without being a sloppy drunk. 

“I- I- suppose that I’m not opposed to drinking with the people here. Uhh, sure” he says, blushing taking the bottle from his father, pouring some into his crystal wine glass. Anna then smirks and pours some into hers too. Copying Mrs. Harrington; swirling the wine right beneath her nose. Anna keeps her eye on Beckett, after his first glass he stares at her with a light in his eyes and a pink tint on his cheeks. But after his second drink, he’s right in her face and smirking at her. His chin is propped up on his fist and elbow on the table.

“So Anna,” Beckett places his hand flirtatiously on her arm while he lightly whispers to her, “what’s going through that pretty head of yours?” For a spilt second, Anna’s jaw drops, shocked that Beckett would speak like that to her in front of other people, let alone in front of his own parents. She quickly gathers her composure, leaning in and whispering in his ear in the sexiest tone that she can muster. 

“Not much, just thinking of my incredibly intelligent, handsome and sexy boyfriend. And how much I love him.” she whispers back. She expected him to smirk, or smile bashfully, or at least blush, but the way he did react was took her off guard. His expression changed from sheer confidence to the face of misery in a split second. His eyebrow furrowed, his smirk dropped into a frown and his eyes became lost it’s glimmer. Confused, Anna was about to ask what she did wrong when Mr. Harington asks her something. 

“Anna, how’s the company doing? Living up to your title of most promising up-and-coming company in the last decade, I hope?” questions Mr. Harrington, exceptionally impress with her. 

“Yes, sales in the last quarter are at an all time high!” expressed Anna excitedly. She absolutely loves her job and that it’s impressing everyone especially Beckett’s parents. She knew that they would be okay with her being in a relationship with Beckett but in order to truly earn their respect, she would need to prove her worth. “Live up to the Harrington name” as Beckett would put it. If she even wants a chance to one day be a part of his family, she’s gotta prove that she can bring some sort of prestige in the family. 

A few minutes go by and Anna is talking with Katrina about her plans for the company. And Mrs. Harrington calls out Beckett. 

“Beckett? Sweetheart are you okay? You’re so quiet and looking so sad. Is something the matter?” asks Mrs. Harrington asks Beckett and everyone turns to Beckett in concern, stopping their conversation. Anna reaches out and places her hand on Beckett’s shoulder in concern. Beckett looks Anna in the eye for a second... and then forcefully tears off her hand and runs off upstairs! 

Anna and the other Harringtons all stare after him in shock and concern. Anna rubs her hand that was on his shoulder. Beckett looked so sad but even when he forcefully took off her hand, the touch itself was gentle; almost weak, as if in defeat. Katrina is the first one to go after him, with Anna in tow. The parents look at each other worriedly but decides that they’ll come up if one of them asks them to.  

When the 2 girls, Anna and Katrina hear Beckett getting in his room and shuts the door behind him. They pause in front of the door and Katrina turns to Anna. 

“Before you ask, I genuinely don’t know what I said that made him this upset.” explained Anna. 

“And I one-thousand percent believe you, but something did make him upset so I think it’s best if you wait out here, I’ll tell you when you can come in.” before Anna could form a counter-argument, Katrina opens the door and slowly walks in Beckett’s room. 

Beckett’s sitting in the farthest corner of his bedroom floor. Katrina takes in his appearance, he looks defeated, disheveled and dejected. His face is paler than usual except with the noticeable redness around his eyes as if he’s about to cry. Katrina, tiptoes to Beckett and sits right beside him shoulder-to-shoulder. They sit in silence for a minute.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” cautiously asks Katrina, looking at her brother.  

“It’s Anna. Wait no- I mean-” he starts “It’s me. I was too late, I did this to myself and now she’s happy all on her own without me.” Beckett’s voice gets even more shakier as he goes on. 

“Wait wha- why- what makes you say that? What do you mean ‘I was too late’?” asked Katrina, very much confused. 

“I tried flirting with her by asking what was on her mind and she said her boyfriend that she’s in love with. Oh god, I’m not surprised though; it’s impossible to not fall for her.” Beckett said miserably. 

If Karina wasn’t confused before, she sure is now. Anna’s clearly in love with Beckett and he reciprocates her feeling. Why is he upset with that? 

Beckett continues. “She’s my best friend and I’ve fell in love with her but now she’s dating already and I feel... so- heartbroken.”

Katrina’s confusion is now very visible with her nose and eyebrows scrunched together. “Beckett, what do you mean? Do you think she’s cheating on you or something? Anna doesn’t seem like the type to do that.” 

This time it’s Beckett’s turn to be confused, expression mirroring Katrina’s. 

“What? She’s dating someone! She described him as ‘ incredibly intelligent, handsome and sexy’ who the fuck matches that description?” says Beckett. Katrina can see his discomfort when he says the description. 

“Wait... Beckett, who exactly do you think she’s dating?” asked Katrina, think she knows where this is going. 

“I don’t even know! And quite frankly I don’t want to know. Her being happy with someone else will just remind me of everything I don’t have.” exasperated, a few tears start to flow down his face but he wipes it off quickly. 

Katrina stares at him in shock, finally seeing what happened. “Ohhh... so he asked Anna about what was on her mind, she said ‘her boyfriend’ so she was obviously referring to him. But since he’s drunk he forgot... that they were dating in the first place...? And now he’s crying because he thinks that Anna is in love with someone and now he’s miserable, thinking that he’s not the one dating Anna. Awwwww that’s the cutest! He truly loves her so much.” thinks Katrina, putting the pieces together. She wants to tell him that Anna was talking about him but she decides against it wanting to see how he talks about Anna. 

“Well I see, what made you fall in love with her in the first place?” asked Katrina. 

“Oh where to begin? She’s the smartest person I’ve ever known. You know she runs an extremely successful company that she built from the ground up?” Beckett asks. Katrina smiles and nods at him to continue. “And when I say smart I don’t just mean logical smart I mean socially and emotionally smart too! During our sophomore year, she was able to sweet talk investors for Shreya for her business! She’s beautiful too! You saw her on the cover on that magazine right? She’s done so much and most off all, she- she-...” Beckett trails off. 

“She...?” Katrina goes one, clueing him to continue. 

“She just makes me really, really happy. Happiness that- that I didn’t even know that’s possible! Even when she’s just beside me I can feel just so calm and.. loved.” 

“Oh okay so...” Katrina started but then Beckett cuts her off. 

“And her smile and her laugh! Oh my god, her smile. It’s just make so feel so good inside like, I finally know why I’m here. She’s helped me with so much stuff when it comes to my studies, my parents, you...”

At the mention of ‘you’ she turns her head to face him. Curious what he has to say about her. 

“I mean no offence Katrina but-” he cuts himself off for a second then resumes talking. “but almost everything about our family stresses me out. I love you but being constantly compared to my own sister all the time, whose 10 years older than me is so... so tiring and embarrassing. That’s not your fault at but it’s why I hate it when you’re overbearing. Because not only does it feel like you babying me but also it feels like the only reason why I’ll ever be successful is because of my family and not my own skills. 

Katrina stares off, taking in how Beckett truly feels around her. She couldn’t imagine being compared to someone 10 years older than her during her entire childhood and then thinking that her own family wouldn’t love her unless she could live up to their expectations. 

“Did you know that in high school there would be times that I wouldn’t eat or sleep because I was so stressed out? I didn’t tell you guys because I just couldn’t. I managed to fool myself it was because I didn’t want you guys to worry but looking back? It was because I didn’t actually know if I would be helped or if mom and dad would just pressure me even more, saying ‘your sister didn’t have this much trouble.’ But with Anna it’s different she still encourages me to not just be smarter in terms of school and my career but to be a better man overall. It’s not her herself telling me this, but I just want to make her happy as she makes me.” 

He leans his head back, letting the tears flowing freely at his words. 

“But now she’s with somebody else. I just hope the person she’s with makes her unbelievably happy and they know how lucky they are to be dating her.” Beckett says sorrowfully. Katrina turns her head to him. 

“Maybe you can tell her how you feel. I’m sure she’d love to know.” 

“WHAT? But I can’! I-” he starts and Katrina internally laughs that Beckett still doesn’t know that Anna was referring to him. 

She stands up; “I’ll go get her. You just stay there.” Katrina walks to the door, excited to see how Anna will react. She sees Anna pacing in the hallway, the worry obvious on her face and her face lights up when she sees Katrina coming out. 

“Is Beckett okay? It is sick? Did I really say something wrong at the dinner?” asked Anna, frantic. 

Katrina just smiles at her. 

“What? Katrina, what’s so funny?” asked Anna taken aback by Katrina’s lack of seriousness. 

“Beckett is upset because you said that you’re in love with your boyfriend,” Anna makes a face and Katrina continues on. “However since Beckett is drunk he somehow forgot that he’s your boyfriend, and that you’re in love and dating somebody else so now he’s kind of crying that he thinks that you’re not his.” 

Anna’s jaw drops, her hand coming to her mouth but Katrina can tell that she’s smiling. 

“Awwwwww! But he’s taking it okay right? No throwing up from the alcohol?” she asked. 

“He didn’t. But it looks like he may throw up. Not because of the alcohol but because he thinks you’re in love with someone else.” 

Anna mouth breaks out into a huge, loving smile and walks through the door to see Beckett sitting down on the ground with his wrinkled clothes and tear-stained face. 

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” Anna coos as she walks over, sits next to him and cups his face with her hands. 

“Look Anna, you don’t need to spare my feelings. I know you’re dating someone.” Beckett says dejectedly, not meeting her eyes. Anna sees how truly sad he is that he thinks she’s in love with someone else so she goes along with it for a little while. 

“I know but I want to know how you feel about me regardless.” Anna says tilting her head so that he has to look her in the eye. 

He just stares into her eyes and Anna can tell that Beckett is being 100% serious. 

“Anna, I- I-... I’ve fallen in love with you. I’ve fallen and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. You make me feel loved and cared for and you’re just.. amazing. I know you end up going back to your boyfriend but I desperately wanted to let you know how I feel.” Beckett blurts out, pouring his heart out for her. 

“Beckett... I already know! And I feel the exact same way!” exclaimed Anna, feeling like she’s in heaven.

“Wait really? What about your boyfriend?” asked Beckett amazed.

“Beckett, who do you think I was referring to when you asked me the question about who’s my boyfriend?” asks Anna. 

“Who?” asks Beckett bewildered.

“You, Beckett! Did you forget we were dating? That we literally live together?” says Anna, watching in amusement as Beckett face turns form sentimental to shock and realization. 

“Ohhhhhh yeah!!” Anna bursts into laugher that was so hard that she couldn’t breathe. Beckett’s jaw popped open as he laughed with her, remembering everything and he he went wrong. 

“So we really are together now huh?” asked Beckett happiness flooding him. 

Anna nods enthusiastically. “Yep! We have need for 2 years, Beckett!” As she laughs even harder, Beckett crashes his mouth to hers. So forcefully that Anna is taken off guard. Beckett lifts her off the ground with their mouths still connected. He then steps over and places her on the bed, his hands exploring her body. Chills that Beckett is giving her are addicting but Anna knows she needs to pull away. 

“Don’t get me wrong; I’d love you to rearrange my guts in your bed but Katrina is right outside your door and your parents are worried about you still.” Tells Anna and Beckett and her get off the bed fixing the wrinkles on their clothes. They make out once more. They then walk downstairs, memories intact.      

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Subway Stop Smiles

(Read on Ao3)

Ship: Garth/Kelly, Garth & Jack (platonic)

Rating: G

Tags: Alternate Universe, Dentist Garth, Toddler Jack, Fluff, Singing in the Subway, Disney Songs, Brief Mentions of Oral Hygiene, Meet-Cute, Kid Fic, Pre-Relationship, Implied Future Garth/Kelly

Summary: While playing guitar at a subway stop, Garth meets a lost little boy, Jack, who is looking for his mother. Turns out Jack's mother, Kelly, is everything Garth has been looking for as well...

Word Count: 1,616

Written for @spnfluffbingo (square filled: Child AU) and @spnrareshipbingo (square filled: Kelly). 

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On his days off, Garth liked going to the subway station near his apartment and playing guitar for tips.

It wasn’t that he was strapped for cash; in fact, things at the dental practice were going great, so much so that he’d recently hired a third assistant and a fourth receptionist. Still, talking to patients about strategies for improving oral hygiene and scraping the plaque off their teeth did little to feed Garth’s hunger for creative endeavors, so that’s where his stints in subway came in.

(Plus, he used the extra money he earned to buy some wicked cool prizes for his young [and young-at-heart] patients: going to the dentist, he reasoned, was a lot more fun if you got to leave with a bombass yo-yo that flashed bright colors when you spun it or your very own copy of Where the Wild Things Are.)

Today had been a good day. Garth had arrived at the station a little before nine in the morning; it was now just after twelve, and he’d already managed to net around fifty dollars, enough to buy at least a couple new bits of swag from the novelty toy store a few stops away. He’d just bent down to put his guitar back in its case when he heard a wail and looked up to see a train pulling out of the station and a young boy sitting alone on the platform.

The boy was small, maybe four or five, and he was crying and clutching a stuffed dog. The few people that still milled about the station were either ignoring him outright or casting him furtive glances that clearly said they’d rather someone else deal with the situation.

Garth frowned. People, man, he thought, shaking his head. Acting like a crying kid’s the end of the world. He snapped his guitar case closed, then headed over to see if he could help.

“Hey, bud,” he said, smiling. He squatted at the boy's side. “You OK?”

The little boy sniffled and looked at Garth with large, watery eyes. “I want my Mommy," he said in a small voice.

Garth looked around at the mostly deserted station, but now that he’d approached the boy, no one else was paying them any mind. Whoever the boy’s mommy was, she didn’t seem to be around.

Little man must be lost, Garth realized with a pang. Let’s get him found. He turned back to the little boy, sympathetic. “Aw, I’m sorry you can’t find your mommy,” he said, then added, “It’s OK, though: I’m actually a Professional Mommy Finder!” Garth held out a hand. “My name’s Garth. What’s your name?”

The little boy regarded him warily, his only response to wipe his eyes and hug his stuffed dog closer.

Right, stranger danger. Garth chewed his tongue thoughtfully for a moment, then gave the boy another smile. Time to go stealth. “Wait!” he said, raising a finger, “Don’t tell me, let’s see if I can guess it!”

He sat back on his heels, assuming an expression of deep concentration and scratching his chin; a few seconds later, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the boy, excited. “Asmodeus! Your name is Asmodeus, isn’t it?”

The little boy scrunched his face, confused. “No.”

“Oh snap!” said Garth, smacking his forehead. “Did I say Asmodeus? I meant Balthazar.”

That earned a smile. “No.”

“Darn. OK, how about...Crowley! I bet it’s Crowley.”

The little boy giggled and shook his head. “No-o!”

“Well, why not?” demanded Garth, grinning. “Crowley’s a great name! In fact,” he said, leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially, “I bet it’s even better than your name!”

The little boy looked indignant. “Is not!”

“Why? What’s your name?”

“Jack!”

Garth chuckled. Bingo. “Jack,” he repeated, nodding. “You’re right, that’s a much better name! OK, Jack, let’s go sit over here,” he pointed to a nearby bench, “and we can talk some more. Sound good?”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. He followed Garth over to the bench, setting his stuffed dog down on the seat before climbing up to sit with his legs dangling off the edge.

Garth sat next to him with his guitar case on his lap, folding his arms across the top and leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. “So, Jack, where did you last see your mommy?”

“On da twain," said Jack, who was busy situating his stuffed dog in his lap.

“On the...” Garth glanced over at the empty track. “The one that just left?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why aren’t you with her, bud?”

Jack held up his stuffed dog. “I dwopped Wolfie,” he said.

Garth nodded, reaching out to shake one of the dog’s stuffed paws. “Hi, Wolfie, nice to meet you. You too, Garth!” he added in falsetto, causing Jack to giggle again. “OK, so you dropped Wolfie. Where'd you drop him?”

Jack pointed at a spot on the ground a few feet away. “I comed back to get him," he said.

“You got off the train to get Wolfie?”

“Yeah.”

“Without your mommy?”

“She put da gwocewies on da seat,” explained Jack.

“Oh, she was putting the groceries on the seat?”

“Yeah.”

Now we're getting somewhere, he thought. “Okay, so she was busy, and she didn’t see you get off. Then, after you got off, the train left.”

Jack’s lip twitched; he looked like he might start crying again. “Yeah...”

“Hey, hey, it’s OK,” Garth said quickly, in the reassuring tone he usually reserved for anxious patients. “I’ll bet your mommy’s on the next train back. We’ll wait right here for her, ’kay?”

Jack nodded, and Garth smiled. “Cool beans. In the meantime,” he said, setting his guitar case down on the ground and snapping it open, “you wanna hear a song?”

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They sang “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”, “Down By the Bay”, and “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”, and they were halfway through “Hakuna Matata” when a train pulled into the station.

“'It means no worries for the rest of your day-ay-ays!'” sang Garth, strumming out the rhythm. “'It’s our problem free philosophy—'”

“Jack!”

Garth looked up, and his jaw dropped. Hakuna ma-wowza...

The voice had come from a pretty brunette woman wearing a green sundress and a straw-brimmed hat. She had a grocery bag over each shoulder and was rushing toward them. “Jack!”

Jack’s face lit up, and he scrambled down off the bench, Wolfie falling once again to the ground. “Mommy!”

Mamma mia, thought Garth dimly. Jack, bud, no offense, but how do you walk away from her?

The woman knelt and swept Jack into an embrace. “Thank God!” she said, pressing a fierce kiss to the side of Jack’s head before pulling back, hands resting on Jack’s shoulders. “Jack, baby, you can’t do that. You have to stay with me when we’re on the subway, OK?”

Jack nodded, looking contrite. “I sowwy, Mommy.”

“I know, just—” she let out a shuddering breath and pulled him in for another hug; as she rested her head on Jack’s shoulder, her light green gaze flickered over to Garth for the first time.

Aaand it’s go time. Garth cleared his throat and tried to rein in his thoughts, which were currently galloping around his head like wild, heart-eyed horses. He raised a hand to his mouth for a quick breath check, then disguised the motion by smoothing his hair. Yippee-ki-yay, mamacita.

“Hi!” he said, standing...only to nearly trip over his guitar case. He steadied himself at the last moment, managing a cheerful "Meant to do that!", then picked Wolfie up off the ground and headed over to Jack and Jack’s apparently super-hot mom. “Careful, bud," he said, holding out Wolfie with a smile, "you dropped someone.”

Jack beamed and reached up to take the dog. “Gawf singed songs wif me!” he said, hugging Wolfie to his chest and turning to look at his mom.

The woman studied Garth for a moment, then gave him a slow smile. “Gawf, I presume?”

Garth chuckled. “Guilty as charged,” he said, then held out a hand. “I also answer to ‘Garth’, though.”

“Garth,” the woman repeated, smile widening. She reached out and clasped his hand in hers. “Thank you for taking care of Jack. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

Just let me look at that smile for a second longer, thought Garth, and we’re even. Then he remembered he was supposed to answer out loud. “Oh, uh, don’t worry about it,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as bashful to Jack’s mom as he did to himself, unless maybe she likes bashful? “All in a day’s work, Ms....?”

“Kline,” the woman said; then, with a twinkle in her eye, added, “I also answer to ‘Kelly’, though.”

Duuude...

“Mommy,” interjected Jack, pulling at Kelly’s dress, “can Gawf eat wunch wif us? Pwease?”

Garth felt a surge of affection for the little guy; still, he didn’t want to press his luck—truth be told, it didn’t usually last this long—but before he could respond, Kelly beat him to the punch.

“Only if he wants to,” she said, and her smile...Garth was a dentist, he knew smiles. Hers was different: in less than five minutes of acquaintance, it’d become his favorite. “We were going to eat at Benny’s a few stops away,” Kelly continued, nodding over her shoulder at the incoming train, “if you like Cajun food and want to join us.”

Garth had no idea if he liked Cajun food, but he definitely wanted to join them, and maybe have a chance to see if Kelly’s laugh was as gorgeous as her smile. He had a feeling it probably was.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling. “Count me in.”

[boogiewrites]

Choking On Sapphires 82

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: When the Levee Breaks

Summary: Alfie returns to work. He begins to deal with the aftermath of what happened and tries to gain control of an uncontrollable situation.

Warnings/Tags: Language. References to assault and violence. PTSD. Suffering/Physical Pain. Fluff. Grumpy Alfie. Business Alfie. 

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The clack and clash of work within the well ran warehouse beneath the quaint Jewish bakery was running at high proficiency with its boss stalking about the place again. His freshly cobbled shoes, which he refused to replace, much to Genevieve’s annoyance, squeak with the hard fresh leather and nails against the hard floor. Despite being polished, they were covered with dirt and dust just like the rest of him, as was necessary for working in a rum house. He enjoyed the work again, as much as one could enjoy ordering around mostly boys he thought would have trouble pissing in a pot by themselves. But it did get him out of the house. More importantly, it got him away from the abstract and currently unsolvable problems that lie there waiting for him as soon as he left the structure that running his business gave him.

He’d adapted well, in his opinion, to the problems that lie in that big ornate bed at home. He didn’t work nights if it could be helped, he was home for dinner every day and took the Shabbat off, giving him extra time to be with Genevieve. He didn’t like coming back home to problems he couldn’t solve with a shout of his orders, but that was the life they were dealing with. He’d at least been able to put up a strong front at work, perhaps a bit more stone-fisted with his men than he had been previous to Genevieve’s abduction. But he felt like he had control at his dingy warehouse with its strong smells he carried home in his clothes every day. He felt like he had a place that fit when he was working, his problems solved by either agile fingers or mind with a raise of his voice or arms to put forth the labor and intellect to solve them. He didn’t have to think about how powerless he was when it came to the throw of a dice that was Genevieve’s health and mind while he worked. And although he did make most of his money on being a betting man, he’d always prefer horses over the indifferent will of the miraculous mess that was the human body.

He told himself he did it because he wanted to take better care of himself in the face of Genevieve’s decline of health, taking breaks outside to escape the fumes and flames inside his alcove of a workspace. The reality was that Aggie and Claire had beaten him into submission on him eating a full lunch and getting some sun every day. Aggie would know by his mood and his lack of stealth when it came to snacking in the kitchen if he failed to follow her suggestions. But of course, Alfie had found another way to use this forced time to his advantage. As was his way.

“There lads, go on wif ya.” He grunts after handing coins to the scrappy youth's he’d been meeting with on his breaks. Little sets of unassuming eyes and ears around the city, needing the money and having the time and invaluable ability to seem invisible to most, he utilized them for his work. They gave him all the things they’d seen and heard that could interest him. For a few sweets and pounds the information they gave was worth its weight in gold. He watches their worn shoes become even more so on his orders as they shuffle across the dirty brick pathways away from the canal and the work buildings.

“Next appointment is soon sir.” Ollie reminds him, taking Alfie's eyes from the long distance stare they were set in thoughtfully as the kids disappeared around the corner.

“Right.” He huffs out, a hand that smelled awful and felt much the same with its grit from both stress and work rubbing across his face as he scratches his beard in thought. “Put down visitin’ the families in the diary soon, yeah? Seems a few of the children have come down wif some fuckin awful fing that’s killed one of 'em already.” He says without the emotion behind it that it would warrant from any normal person.

“Yes, sir.” Ollie notes in his mind as he follows after his employer, back down the corridors to his office. Despite Ollie being taller, he very much felt small and like Alfie was carving the way back for him as his shoulders swayed and bow legs stalked with a stance that unquestionably told anyone who looked his way, “Don’t fuck with me.”

“So what ‘ave I got before I head out?” He asks with no fondness to the statement, selves rolled up his bulky and gingery hair covered forearms. His hands, as always highly bejeweled, Genevieve’s gifts among them, slap together and rub to commence the last parts of his work day, the tattooed crowns being the least of the signals from him that he was, in fact, the boss in this space.

“We have the meetings with the little birds.”

Alfie scoffs and scoots up his worn leather chair to his large wooden desk, covered in patches of dust and paperwork with a posture perfect back for a moment. “Not so little now eh?” He muses. “In stature or count.” He states with pursed lips and high brows full of amusement for his observation.

The project of little birds had started years ago. Now men, just like the lads he’d paid earlier were now, he had groomed these young men into spies for him in various fields. He had them for the Jewish community, various pubs and shops and corners in every class of neighborhood and at least one in each of the so-called gangster's posse’s, minus one for the boy who had been with Horne. He’d murdered him where he stood in his office the day he came back to work. In hindsight, perhaps it was a bit harsh, but it certainly sent the other boys into high gear to not have the same fate as him. Alfie felt much more in charge of his emotions from what had happened now, but as always, his sort of life would keep finding ways to make him question himself.

“I have the report here, sir. One will be in shortly with his to close off the group.”

“Why’s he late wif it?”

“Not late, only delayed from the nature of his subject. He hosts at the high tea shops in the West End.”

“Ah. Right.” Alfie nods, a twitch of whiskers over chapped full lips that sat in a tight line as he read over his tiny golden framed glasses. The reports with their code words and aliases couldn’t be read any more clearly by Alfie. It all spelled trouble. The word was out about him being behind the pillaging of Horne’s buildings. Word had spread of the less powerful Birmingham Gypsy brothers helping these acts to transpire as well. But it was known Genevieve was counted among them, being the head Shelby’s godmother to his children and that.

Sabini was annoyed by their appearance in London, but planned nothing in retort. In his words, it was reported that Horne, the bloody American, had it fucking coming. This was a general consensus it seemed, no one fond of any Americans moving in on business since the blowup years ago with the American-Italians. Not even Sabini had been safe in that fight. Americans were seen as cowboys, wildcards not to be trusted and looked down upon for their boisterous nature and inclination to assume their importance. The general consensus was fuck the Americans. At least Alfie had something in common with these men. One less in their line of work meant more for them, and with prohibition still enforced, that opened up a piece of the market to make some money in Horne’s absence. Alfie jots down notes with a hard brow to look farther into taking on Horne’s business loose ends. Beyond the professional, it seemed the consensus on Alfie and his reaction to Horne was a mixed one. Some thinking it an overreaction, some, like Sabini seeing it as earned and flex of power. Whether they thought him mad or powerful, he didn’t much care, but the signs all pointed to him being feared for it and that was precisely where Alfie wanted to stand with these men.

Onto the other subject of his almost betrothed, Genevieve, the news was not as pleasant but he had expected worse. Whispers of taking over her businesses, seeing her as weak now we’re starting to appear. Inevitable, Alfie knew but it certainly didn’t help smooth the lines in his forehead as much as it deepened them. No plans so far, it was still too soon to tell and he had done a fairly decent job as far as these papers told him of keeping her state a secret.

But the young man in front of him quickly put that ease to bed.

“The talk is that she’s gone soft. That’s she’s lame and traumatized. Forgive me for saying these things sir, they are not from my mouth.”

Alfie nods, a hand waving to dismiss the apology as his chin rests in his other hand to hurry on the boy.

“Her lack of appearance has caused much chat among the ladies as she wasn’t known for canceling or not being seen before. They know the donations are still going through, but she hasn’t been teaching or going to meetings or cooking at the children’s home. The more extreme of the rumors are, and forgive me again sir, are that she’s been sent to bedlam, pregnant with another man’s child, gone completely mad and being locked in her home and that she’s on drugs now. She’ll wander 'round the estate naked and talk to imaginary people. Most think you’ll leave her soon.” He concludes with a heavy gulp, his mouth dry from the man staring him down across the desk.

How was he going to head this off? How do you kill rumors that have a grain of truth? He knew she couldn’t go out in public yet, it’d be a long time still for that. She was currently dazed at best, mumbling to herself as she wandered the house with his cane. Her body was healing, she could walk with only a limp now. But her mind, that was another subject entirely. He didn’t know what was her, what was medication and what was trauma in that soft head of hers. It was too soon for answers and he needed them. Needed to squash out this weakness that was growing among them. But how could he show she was fine when she very much was not.

“That all?” He finally gruffs out.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good lad.” He says with a nod, his w'ords tense and his jaw tight. “Well, she isn’t lame or in an asylum someplace. She’s at home healing. Doctors orders to stay home and keep calm until she’s all better. So snuff out any other stories, eh? She’s fine, I’m fine. We are together, she isn’t pregnant. Paint a peachy fuckin portrait, yeah?”

“Of course sir.” He agrees enthusiastically.

“Good work. Keep it up and there may be more pay in your future.” He promises with only a slight lie in the words.

With a bow and thanks he exists and Alfie put his stained fingertips to his scabbed forehead and sighs. “Posh fuckin cunts. No lives. Only love to titter stories like fuckin' little girls in school to each other. Fuckin' gossips. Fuckin’...’ell.” He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. “They ain’t so much worried 'bout me, but her. Which is right fuckin' daft of 'em.” He speaks with an exasperated breath and a sweeping display of his hands. “News weren’t half fuckin' bad 'til those fuckers had to go and run their fat fuckin', cock suckin' mouths.” He huffs, brow low as he slumps into his chair.

“Awful that they’re speaking of Miss Durand in such a way. After all she’s done for them and the children.” Ollie responds with a sigh.

“Fuckin' what mate?” Alfie challenges with a sharp twist of his head his way. “Ya fuckin' soft? Ya sweet on her are ya Ollie?” Alfie's voice didn’t hold enough tease for Ollie to not tense up and stutter.

“No! No sir she’s always been a giving woman to those less fortunate and people speaking ill of her with no proof is upsetting. Not surprising at all! But still unfortunate.”

“Yeah,” Alfie drops the knee jerk flare of anger he’d been brewing up. Ollie hadn't done anything wrong. He just wanted to lash out. “The problem is, some of that is just tittle-tattle, right? But what if they did have a way to know fings?” Alfies natural inclination to be suspicious and paranoid was only being fueled by the oddly specific gossip in some instances.

“As in someone at home?” Ollie replies surprised, knowing Alfie had personally interrogated every staff member after Gen was gone. He’s assaulted a few and had found none guilty. The ruling was that someone had snuck in and posed as staff and given her the drink and then slipped out. Not having someone to burn at the stake really hadn’t helped Alfie out at the time. So Ollie was highly curious as to who would be giving information as he knew most of the staff owed Gen a great deal themselves. He knew them as loyal and grateful, but as Alfie liked to remind him from time to time, what the fuck did he know?

———

While Alfie was out gathering his information, Genevieve was at home doing entirely the opposite. The morphine made her mind a mess, but as was the nature of it, she certainly didn’t know it to be so.

Her walks in the garden, one arm held by either Aggie or Claire as they steadied her, seeing her eyes so far away despite being open and focusing on things. She spoke of children often, like they were there. No one knew what she was referring to. Claire and Aggie had their suspicions as to the cause of this hallucination or delusion, which one they were not sure yet, but neither said it aloud. It hurt them too much to speak of and they knew they shouldn’t break Gen's heart by trying to tell her otherwise. Another screaming fit, something like a child would throw wasn’t what they wanted to experience again.

Gen's reality was far different. She was on leisurely strolls in a dreamy garden. Her cheeky and precocious children hiding from her amongst the flowers and hedges. She didn’t see them all the time, or even often, but she did hear them. Calls for mama and papa, little auburn haired cherubs dashing in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t even know their names or faces but something about the thought of them made things not hurt as badly and it was easy to want to stay in the drug-induced stupor where everything was golden and nothing hurt. The reality was too much still, too painful, too much. So she stayed.

The warm, dizzy halo of morphine was only broken when the pain would break through. This was when the glow in her vision would fade and she would be reminded of how she was, in fact, broken. The physical pain acted as a gateway for the mental, for she recalled how she received the injuries and the memories would start to follow. With a wince, her caregivers knew she was coming down, it was time to rest. Her soft and bruised face was set to something besides indifference as her brow would furrow and her jaw would once again tighten with the stress that her current state brought upon her.

In these moments they would see a wounded Genevieve peek through the veil. Her eyes still dilated but the life backlit them in those hours she was lucid. Once she was herself for some brief moments they would ask her about her hallucinations and dreams, as they were both not decreasing in intensity. Any look at the bags under Alfie's eyes from being woken up by her fighting and struggling, mumbling awful reminders through the night next to him would tell the story of how she really felt whether she was willing or able to herself. Awake, the memories didn’t haunt her as heavily as they did in her sleep. With her brain desperately trying to mend itself, it kept trying to heal the parts that were broken and so it brought the memories of her time held hostage forward, inaccessible to her during her waking hours. The only comfort Alfie found in it was telling himself she was just dreaming, not reliving the trauma. But deep down he knew better. He’d been there himself. At this juncture, his body was growing weary and his spirit wasn’t far behind. The process of healing yourself was one thing, watching another attempt it was a whole other beast he had no interest in taming. And yet he found himself sleeping with it in his bed every night. A reminder of his worries and stress and failure that he could find no refuge from.

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Alfie shoved his feet into the house shoes that greeted him at the door by the hands of maids. Taking his coat, offering him tea, he still wasn’t used to the treatment and he was starting to think he never would be.

“No, no, love.” he gruffs a young maid away with a brush of his hand. “Where’s Agatha? I’d like to know how Genevieve is before I see her.” he sighs, twisting his body and hearing the pops and cracks of age and strain, both accumulating far too rapidly for his liking.

“I’m here, Alfie.” Aggie’s tired feet shuffle around the corner, always wiping her hands on her apron when she appeared. “She’s in her room. Haven’t heard a peep from her in some time now. Which is an improvement. Short time and she’ll take her medicine again. Thought you might some time with her while she was lucid before she took it again.”

“Is she lucid?” he asks with a raised brow.

“She’s been up and around and with the usual exception of the few hours of her medicine and the strange talking, she’s been doing quite well today.” she gives an optimistic nod.

Alfie nods, a large exhalation stretching the muscles of his chest at the good news. He had been fully expecting nothing good after the gossip he’d had to mull over today. Perhaps there could be a light growing at the end of this dark tunnel for them both. “Good.” he responds, thumbing his nose with no other showing of his relief, his face sat hard and preoccupied as it had been since he’d gone back to work.

He saunters his way down the great hall to Genevieve’s wing of the house. As he does so, he sees a maid dart out of the phone room, kept near the entryway into the kitchens and back halls.

“Oi!” he shouts, her posture straightening and eyes growing wide before she turns to him. “What ya fuckin’ up to in there?” he demands with no politeness, a ringed finger pointing towards the room.

“Callin’ me sista sir.” she answers with a nod, not meeting his eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from orders or to avoid his direct glare.

“What ya callin’ on work hours for?” he gruffs out with a rise of his chin.

“She’s only home for a short while between jobs, sir.”

“Where’s she live?”

“London, sir.”

“Where’s about?” he gives her rapid questions to read her honesty.

“Clerkenwell, sir.” she keeps her head down and hands together in front of her.

“Hmph. I ‘on’t know you do I? You’re new, yeah? Did I let you in?”

“No sir, I was brought in from another home a fortnight ago when my previous employer passed away.”

“Who was that?”

“Mrs. Hilda Gold from Kentish Town, sir.”

“Mmph.” a rub of his chin, wheels turning at knowing who her former employer was, knowing she was Jewish, but also acutely aware that she was a huge gossip. “I did not know she had passed.”

“I stayed on to clear out the estate then Agatha took me on.”

“Fine fuckin’ timin’ you showed up, eh?”

She doesn’t respond, not certain how to.

“Well get the fuck on... wait, what’s ya name?”

“Dorothy.” she says mid-turn, freezing at the man’s request.

“Well, then Dottie get back to work. No callin’ until after tea, yeah?” he oders with strong squared shoulders and a curt nod.

“Yes, sir. My apologies, sir.” she sputters out fast before disappearing into the nearest corridor.

He sticks his neck out as he passes to find her already gone, chewing the inside of his lip as he continues on with his paranoia as he travels towards Gen’s room.

Genevieve sits so eerily still, tense and afraid to make a move as she stares at the door in the dimly lit room. It’d been left that way to allow her to sleep but as it had been since she’d started getting up and moving around, coming to herself a tiny bit more every day, if she was left in the dark alone she could never sleep unless the medicine forced her to.

Alfie braces himself for nothing good, even though the state of her wasn’t poorly today. With a slow opening of the door, one that unintentionally made poor Genevieve's heart nearly beat out of her chest, he finally shows himself, eyes direct to hers as he sees her sitting up in bed.

He observes her eyes fluttering and her posture slump at the sight of him. At first, he couldn’t believe his feelings were a bit hurt by it. Then she reaches out to him with a face that actually showed something besides neutrality, sleepy eyes and barely parted lips that were pleading for him to come closer.

“‘Ello, love.” he greets, moving over to the bed and taking her hands, kissing her knuckles as he sat next to her on the edge. “You’re looking much better this afternoon.” he praises, a hand to her cheek as he watches her eyes close and her lean into his touch. A lump of fondness erupts in his gut, something he admittedly hadn’t felt since he’d gone back to work and had to compartmentalize his feelings to deal with them. He suddenly felt guilty as her hand covered his, such a tender gesture as she kissed his palm.

Unknown to him, she was flooded with a euphoric relief at his appearance. With her emotions still nowhere near stable, she begins to cry.

“Oh, pet, come now. No reason for all that.” he shushes, wiping the tears away. “What’s wrong?” he asks, picking up the pen and pad next to the bed and with shaky hands, she scribbles away.

“Be quiet for a moment and listen.” it reads, Alfie’s brow furrows, starting to question the optimism of Aggie.

“What are you on about?” he replies and Gen puts her fingers to his lips. The look in her eyes tells him she’s serious. He does as instructed and waits, eyes moving about the room, not sure what he should be listening for.

He watches her raise and her head turn to the door and stare. Much like a frightened deer.

“I don’t hear nuffin’, Gen.” he pats her arm to comfort her.

She huffs out her nose and pursed her lips. “When you’re here I don’t hear them.” She writes, her eyes back again to the door.

A pang of guilt sits heavy in his stomach at her words. “Hear who love?” He asks softly.

“Footsteps.” She communicates, her eyes scanning the bed in front of her with a clear confusion behind them.

“There are people out in the hall all day.” He says with no condescension.

She shakes her head and sighs. “Not in my wing.” How could she explain the fear the sound sent through her. They weren’t just any footsteps, they were Horne’s footsteps. She knew it made no sense. She knew he was dead, but it didn’t stop it from sending her right back to that cold and pitch black room where she was kept, waiting for him to come back and fearing what would come with him.

Alfie sees the very real concern in her eyes. He has a theory as to why she’s afraid but he’s hesitant to ask. “Does anything else make them go away?” He questions, raises her chin up to face him.

She considers it a minute. She didn’t feel afraid with Alfie there for obvious reasons, but what else took it away. “Sleep?”

“Well of course love.” He gives her a soft chuckle and kisses her forehead. “But having me here helps, yeah?”

She nods slowly, a fast one still sending her into the spins.

“Then let me help.” He suggests gently, crawling into bed with her and pulling her to his chest. “This help?”

She nods again, still feeling nervous as she rests her head to his chest. She could focus on him now, hear him breathe, feel it as well.

“Does being in the dark bring them on?” He proposes, fingers stroking her hair, his face bent towards her.

She considers it a moment, slow blinking eyes he was happy to see wheels turning behind. She gives a tap to his chest to indicate yes.

“And only when you’re alone?” He reiterates.

Another gentle tap.

He decides to get to the point, as is his nature, no matter how abrasive it might be. “When you were taken from me…” he begins. He feels her tense against him. “We’re you kept alone in the dark?”

He hears a small whimper from her, her hands now in fists.

“S’all right love. It’s over now. It can’t hurt you anymore.” He coos.

She shuts her eyes, burying her face in his chest.

“And could you hear them outside the door?”

She agrees again, a little whimper of a sound as she pushed her face into him.

He braces her, feeling her breathing grow shaky and uneven, seeing it was painfully obvious she was having trouble with dealing with the memories. Still, he persisted. “Is that what you’re hearing now? When I’m not here?”

A sob moves her upper body and she whines, fingers grabbing at his shirt, smelling still of rum from work.

“There, there, love.” he whispers, putting his mouth to her hair. “Your Alfie’s got ya innit he?” he soothes, smoothing her hair and rubbing her back. “Just memories. They can’t hurt you now. It’ll get better with time, pet.” he laments, feeling her cry in his arms. The pain from the extended panic still alive and well in her chest when she thought about her time held captive. He could feel her skin run hot beneath his hands, the only sounds he’d heard from her since she’d been back were mumbled with pain. He stares at the door as she wears herself out. Holding her like a babe in his arms, face set to an unpleasant detachment. She had so much farther to go before she could venture out. The mention of what happened and she’d fall to pieces. Not to mention she couldn’t speak yet. He was starting to wonder if it was more from physical injury or a mental one at this point.

He did feel sympathetic, empathetic even to her current state, but that harsh bit of him that pulled him through his own dark times tells him she needs to do better, to move forward. He feels impatient, knowing what those on the outside were saying. Normally he would tell any of those posh tossers to piss off with their opinions but now Genevieve was the victim of their rumors and he didn’t want her to lose the place she’d gained in society because of this. He wanted to keep things as well maintained as he could for her, and that meant taking on the stress that would normally be carried by her slight shoulders. Luckily for both of them, he was a tough old bastard who could deal with a bit of posh, West End babble easy enough. But he was more worried about what Genevieve would feel, think and more importantly do when she found out what they were saying. He had so many voices to worry about now. His own in his head, the ones in Genevieve's as well, however many there were now. He was used to listening to people talk about him, and he dealt with it in his own way But now he had to worry about what they were saying about someone else, and not just his people, not only slurs and the like, but a woman he loved. He closes his eyes, pushing his cheek against her head as he knows this will end no time soon.

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Whumptober- Day 15

Day 15: Scars

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go!

Characters: Gordon Tracy

Disclamier:  I do not own Thunderbirds or any of the characters from the show (or from TAG). I just want to make cool stories :)

Sorry, this one’s quite short and rather plotless. I hope you enjoy anyway :)

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Never ask the boy with the blonde hair about the lines.

He had them everywhere.

But mostly on his back.

One thick, nerveless line just off centre of his spine and that would never go away, even though medicine had gone so far.

That line would always be there.

And it was the line you did not cross.

That blond boy with the brown eyes and toothy smile would qickly turn into a shark with sharp teeth ready to tear a chunk out of you if you crossed that line. 

No one asks about that line on his back.

Or the matching lines on his arms.

And legs.

And up the back of his neck.

No one was to ask, because only a small group needed to know. And only that small group got to know.

Becuase they knew what was behind that line. 

Not just muscle and bone.

But metal, and plastic, and pain.

So much pain.

There were artificial nerves and metal bones and new replacement discs as his own were destroyed upon impact. Shattered. Near disintergrated.

And the lines on his arms? Some were from those same days, when the nervs all throughout his body were almost replaced because otherwise he would be a tetraplegic.

But some were from the work.

Those were the good lines.

Those small slivers of silver or pink crisscrossing his hands and arms. Those were the sign of hard work and that the neoprene they wore wasn’t invincible. But each of those lines was worth it. Each of those lines were a mark of honour.

The lines on his legs were also from those dark days, and could be counted as part of the line you do not cross. But they don’t look as bad. These lines werent as deep, they weren’t as thick and gnarled. They had healed better. 

But then again, they didn’t need to reach bone.

The line on the back of his neck was the only visible part of The Line when he was on a rescue. 

That was the one he was asked about. 

“What happened to your neck?”

“Was it on a mission?”

“Was it when you saved someone?”

“Did someone do that to you?”

“Are you safe doing this?”

The answer would disappoint them if they knew. It was nothing heroic, nothing that was meant to be dangerous.

It was a test. A test that should’ve run smoothly and not resulted in almost a year of hospitalization. 

But what always hurt the most were the kids.

Especially today.

On the anniversary.

“What’s wong wif your neck? Is it an ouchie?” the young girl in his arms asked. She couldn’t of been more than five.

“It’s something I did a long time ago. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” he responded.

“My daddy said that if you kiss it betta, the ouchie goes away!” she declared, her eyes alighting. “Did someone kiss it better for you?”

Gordon laughed to himself in his head. Kids were so innocent, so cute and oblivious. “No, no one kissed it better for me.”

She started to squirm in his arms. She managed to wriggle out of his hold as he was walking. He made sure to steady her before she fell off of him. “I’ll kiss it betta!”

Her lips made contact with his skin, and an involuntary shiver crawled its way up his spin at the feeling. He hadn’t been expecting that. “Is that betta?”

Warmth curled inside of him at this young girl. She was trying to help him the best she could. Maybe she could tell he was down?”

“Yeah, that’s much better, thank you,” he replied, smiling down at the young girl.

“Did you fall off a bike?” 

“Yeah, you could say that,” he responded. “I haven’t actualy told anyone but my family.”

“You can tell me!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up and almost hitting Gordon in the face. “I can keep a secwet.”

“Well, I was testing this new vehicle, which is like a motorbike, but for on the ater,” he started.

“That’s so cool,” she whispered in awe.

“Yeah. Well thing was, I fell off the bike. Well, the bike broke as I was riding it, and it gave me a really bad ouchie inside my body. So the doctors had to look inside me to find the ouchie and make it better,” he explained.

“But did it make this ouchie?” she asked, pointing to the scar running up his neck.

“Yeah, but it meant thatg my other ouchie was fixed. Because if it didn’t get fixed, I wouldn’t be able to rescue people.”

“So the doctas gave you an ouchie, to stop the other ouchie? She questioned, sparkling blue eyes locking onto his own brown ones.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“And you still save people, even though you have an ouchie.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s so cool!”

They reached the paramedics tent, and the girl hugged him around his neck. “Your Mummy and Daddy will be here,” Gordon told her.

“One more thing.” She scrambled out of his arms again and kissed the scar on his neck again. “That’ll make it two times betta!”

“Thank you.”

As she was taken from his hands, she looked over the paramedic’s shoulder and waved at him. “Bye!”

“Bye.” 

The smile stayed on his face for much longer after.

Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all. 

If a child could see past that line, his scars, mayb ehe could learn to as well.

[yshai-tia]

Character Interview: Y’shai Tia

► Name ➔  “Y’shai Tia, nice to meet’cha.”

► Are you single ➔ “Yep.”

► Are you happy ➔  “Aye, sure, why not? I’d say I’m pree’ chuffed.”

► Are you angry? ➔   “Naw, I’m good.”

► Are your parents still married ➔  “Married? Like bondin’, right? That’s a city slicker thing, so naw.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Raincatcher Gully, out in Eastern La Noscea. Wouldn’ encourage ya to go findin’ exactly wherebouts... family ain’t exactly wild ‘bout company.”

► Hair Color ➔  “Black.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Blue on th’ left, green on th’ right, a common combo among Seekers, y’know?”

► Birthday ➔  “First Umbral moon, on the... twenty-eighth day. Early born in the year, Ma used to say I was an eager kit right from birth.”

► Mood ➔  “Still chuffed, mate.”

► Gender ➔  “A lad, las’ time I checked.”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Summer.. was always warm where I grew up, yeah? The cold is a helluva nasty thing, I’ve come to learn.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Mm.. the morn’. Got more daylight to burn aheada ya.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “Wif what?” cue head-tilt.

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Hells, that’s a lot to feel all at once, ain’t it? Interest at sight, sure-- curiosity at sight, aye, a deep, simmerin’ curiosity you can’t ignore.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Huh, not much time on me hands since leaving home t’ forge such things, ask me again some other time, yeah?”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “Cor, I sure as hells hope not, that’d been right awful of me.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “... Hum. No? But-- am lil’ scared maybe ‘bout being held back, y’know. Being controlled. If it’s a worthy cause though.. I give it my all. Always. Jaguar’s promise.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Hugged..? I don’ think-- oh! Few days back I helped Joye out wif some chores, she hugged me when she thanked me, that count, right?”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “If I do they’re damn good at keepin’ secrets-- c’mon lemme enjoy the admiration a little!”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Dunno. Hard to say, like to think I bounce back pree’ quick from most things, so all’s bene.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Call me a sinner but why not both? Do I gotta choose?”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade. La Noscea shores grow some crackin’ fruit.”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Bet’cha get a real kick askin’ Miqo’te this, don’tcha? Both are cute buggers, don’t make me choose.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “Hmm, s’good to have people you can trust good an’ proper.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “How ‘bout... a wild night out that turns into a romantic night in that has us snoozin’ away the day, if ya catch my meanin’.”

► Day or night ➔ “If ya asked me some moons ago I’d’ve said day in a heartbeat. But. Night’s gotta lot of fun waitin’ to happen if ya give it a chance.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Cor, more times than I can count.” A wide, bashful grin spreads across his features then, lost in nostalgia. “Firs’ time was when I was just a kit; took some of my littermates out of Jaguar territory, told’m we were goin’ on an adventure, heh. No one got hurt or nothin’ but Y’mijoh Nunh gave us such a dressin’ down, gods, I can still hear his voice ringin’ in me ears. Feels like a lifetime ago and yesterday all the same.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “No way, we Miqo’te have crackin’ balance, y’know? Tails ain’t just for show-- no those damn stairs in Ishgard don’ count, those things are bloody ice-covered death traps.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “... Aye. Who hasn’t?”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “In a way, I kinda did when I left, but. Wasn’ out of want for disappearin’ none, no, just felt like.. the right thing to do, y’know? If anythin’ now I’d like th’ opposite, to be noticed for what I can do. Earn my keep in this life and all that.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “’Nother hard choice, damn. Not fair-- y’know that look when folk smile, really smile, they get a whole toothy grin that splits their cheeky face that they can’t hide for the life of’em? Th’ sort that reaches their eyes an’ makes’em light up all a sparkle? That’s tops.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Shorter’s cute. Too many of those tall as fuck Elezen an’ Au Ra blokes who tote ‘round their height, usin’ it to be all aggressive over ye. Right assholes the lot of’em-- no I ain’t jealous, I ain’t pouting!”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Figure if yer attracted to someone there’s somethin’ you’ll find intelligent ‘bout them; book learnin’, street smarts, good wif their hands. One in the same prolly.”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Hm. Both have their merits, aye? Though I guess... ain’t there somethin’ nice ‘bout the thought of wakin’ up next to a ‘nother warm body? Someone who fancied ya ‘nuff to stick around. Shit, thas’ corny to say, ainnit?”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔  “Back when I was still around, aye, mostly. Love me Ma to death, and Y’mijoh was a good Nunh-- stern, but real fatherly like to just ‘bout everyone, no matter if he was yer sire or not. Sure there were some who.. who didn’t like me an’ my Ma all that much, for real stupid reasons if ye ask me, but. For the most part.. was good. Miss’em.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Naw, why be so glum? Ups and downs, topsy-turvy like any other life really. Been out an’ about long ‘nuff now to have heard other folks’ stories, we all got our triumphs an’ trials.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Guess I sorta did, huh? Puttin’ it that way sounds so kittish though...”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “From what? A house? A job? A bar? Nay, well.. maybe almost on that las’ one.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Naw, I ain’t ‘fraid to butt heads when it comes to conflicts, sometimes a good scrap is good for a friendship y’know?”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Pree’ good I s’ppose.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “Hrmm.. guess don’ really got one proper since leavin’ home--oh! How ‘bout my ‘bo? Omelette sticks by me no matter where I drag th’ poor yellow sod, thas’ best friend standard to me.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “No one I hope, not even me, where’s th’ fun in knowin’ all me secrets? Though Omelette might be comin’ pretty close what with how often he listens to me ramble... how good is a Chocobo’s memory?”

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Restless Secrets 9

Pairing: MC!Eggsy Unwin x Steve Rogers Sister!Reader

Warning: Language. Abuse mentioned. Secrets. Drugs mentioned. Violence. Alpha Males. Kidnapping.

Everyone has secrets. Everyone made mistakes. Now you’re rocking the single mom life. But when you’ve got yourself into trouble, you head home to seek the help of your brothers. Bucky and Steve. But your secrets are coming to light when a member of your brothers MC and you have a secret. She’s turning three and the apple of your brothers eyes. Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin, is the fling from college Spring Break, and the father of your daughter Olivia. You and Olivia came home for help, but all hell was going to break loose now.

“Plans today?” Steve looks over at him, he nods sipping from his coffee mug.

“Y/N wants to go apply for some jobs, asked me to come along.” He explains.

“You taking Livie?” Steve and Eggsy glance over at Livie who is sitting at a table coloring, in her own little world. Her pigtails are slightly uneven and move as she tips her head from side to side.

“Yes.” Eggsy nods smirking at Steve. Who sucks in a breathe nodding. “I told you Steve, you know where my loyalty lies.” He reminds him.

“Alright. Be safe.” Steve nods finally.

“When am I not?” Eggsy snorts.

“When are you leaving?” Steve checks his watch.

“After lunch.” He nods.

“I’ll see if her car is ready.” Steve sighs.

“I have a car seat in mine. We’ll take that.” Eggsy reminds Steve.

“Under the seat?” Steve lifts a brow. The two of them having a different type of conversation.

“Between my seat and the counsel.” Eggsy nods, sipping his coffee again.

“Drive safe, and no funny business.” Steve grumbles.

“What am I sixteen?” Eggsy snorts, Steve smirks. “And Livie is going to be with us.” He lifts a brow at him. Steve shakes his head, scratching the side of his jaw.

“Stop worrying so much. I’ll check in with you, okay?” He pats Steve on the shoulder.

“Thank you.” Steve nods, looking a little relieved.

“Olor wif me?” Livie grins at them, holding up a crayon.

“Of course baby.” Steve grins, he drops into a chair taking the crayon.

“Esy too.” She holds up another crayon, waving him on.

“Count me in.” He grins, taking the seat on the other side of her.

The three of them sat coloring, every so often commenting at each other. Livie was giving Steve crap for his blue crab. Y/N smirks as she wanders over towards them, leaning in behind Livie.

“What do we have here?” She grins, Livie giggles.

“Olor paty, Mo-ma.” She waves a hand at the crayons and coloring books.

“I see that.” Y/N nods, her eyes slip to him. “You just suckered both them in, huh?” She glances down at Livie.

“Yup.” Livie nods proudly, going back to her picture.

“Suckers.” Y/N smirks at them.

“Jealous.” Steve chuckles not looking up from his coloring book.

“Maybe we are.” Eggsy shrugs. “What’s so wrong with that?” He smirks at her.

“Yeah.” Steve looks up at his sister a grin on his face.

“Spoiled rotten you’re making her.” She shakes her head.

“No such thing.” Steve mutters going back to coloring with Livie. Y/N lifts a brow looking at him.

“Nah, never would dream of it.” He chuckles going back to his own coloring. She laughs, wandering away.

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He flicks on the blinker, heading into town. He glances over at Y/N, before checking his review mirror. Livie is wearing headphones a little big on her, as she watches the screen, dancing in the car seat to whatever she was watching.

“You have to tell me about her.” He smirks glancing at Y/N again. She turns in her seat looking at him.

“What do you mean? She’s two, it’s not like she has broad interests.” She laughs.

“What was she like as a baby? What should I know about her now?” He smirks, eyes on the road.

“She was a good baby.” Y/N smiles. “She’s never sick, rarely cranky, not bashful as you’ve seen, and she likes you.”

“You think?” He grins at her for a moment.

“She asked you to color with her. That’s a sacred thing to her.” She nods.

“Really?” He lifts a brow.

“Coloring and reading, she only does them with certain people. Steve, Buck, Peter and well now you.” She smiles at him.

“See Livie likes me.” He smirks, winking at her.

“Yes, well,” she snorts, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I never said I don’t like you. I just don’t know you that well.” She points out.

“What do you want to know, love?” He chuckles.

“Everything.” She grins at him. He nods, switching lanes.

“I have a mom and a little sister, she’s four. Brandon, big guy you saw me with, he’s been my best friend most of my life. I like the color blue and I prefer dogs over cats.” He glances over at her.

“How did you end up in the Mayhem Brotherhood?” She asks, her head tips as she watches him.

“Brandon and I, were out having a good night. When we stumble upon these guys, turns out some of the guys are Mayhem, these other guys are mouthing off. So words are exchanged, Steve tells them where to go, and as he turns his back this mouth piece pulls a knife. I swung first and thought later. Turns into this brawl. Some guy gets the upper hand on Buck, Brandon smashed a bar stool over the guy’s head.”

“You protected my brothers.” She nods softly.

“And Peter. Two on one, jumped in without hesitation.” He shrugs. “Cops come, I think this is it we’re all going to jail.” He laughs. “Then Steve’s paying off the cop, and he comes up to us and says,”

“My life before a brothers.” She smirks.

“Yes. They ask us to come have a drink and talk to them, you know let them thank us.” He shrugs. “We get to the clubhouse, we’re talking, drinking and they offer us a place.” He nods. “We both said yes.”

“It goes a long ways with my brothers. But with them it’s more their lives before mine.” She glances over at him, he smirks at her.

“Can’t say I disagree, love.” He chuckles as she rolls her eyes.

“Always the smooth talker.” She smiles, he pulls into a parking spot at one of the places she asked to stop at. He glances back and Livie is out cold, headphones barely still on.

“I prefer honest.” He winks at her.

“Oh I’m sure, it’s a prettier word.” She laughs. He catches her hand before she can open her door. Leaning over the counsel he catches her lips with his own. Soft, quick and spur of the moment.

“We’ll be here.” He smiles as she grins at him, she fumbles for the door handle for a moment.

“I’ll be right back.” She nods, getting out.

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What does Mary Know?

Flash fiction Friday!! I’ve gotta just do this upload quickly because it’s 3:43 am and cold as anything XD I failed the prompt challenge by going a liiiitle over the word limit <.<;; But I hope you like this story! Feedback is appreciated ^u^

Prompt: Peachy Kissies

Words: 2501 (orz)

Character(s): Xavier, Mary, and Will

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          “Xave, if you want to come to the creek, you have to get ready.” Exasperation tinged Mary’s voice. Progress was cut short, yet again, by her little brother. They were supposed to have been out the door ten minutes ago, but she hadn’t even finished brushing her short, ginger snap brown hair yet, constantly stop-starting thanks to Xavier’s dawdling.

          “I am ready!” He just hadn’t brushed his teeth. Or gotten his hat. Or his sandals. Totally ready.

          Mary sighed. “Have you put your sunscreen on, or do you need help?” He was remarkably autonomous for his age, but that wasn’t what she was really asking. As expected, he puffed his freckled cheeks, crossing his arms with a huff.

          “Don’t wanna!”

          “Xave. You can’t leave the house unless you put sunscreen on. You’ll get burnt.”

          He thrashed his tail, the image of petulance. “No!”

          Another sigh. “Then you’ll have to go to school with Mama today instead.”

          Oh boy. Here it comes. An angry flush coloured his skin. “Nooo!! I wanna go wif youuuu!!!”. His face, usually dimpled with a smile, was overtaken with a deep scowl. Mary resisted the urge to bury her face in her paws, and maybe scream a little. Barely. Why did this always happen when it was her turn to look after him? Frustration bubbled in her guts, trying to claw its way up her throat. Logically, she knew it wouldn’t help anything to lose her temper. Unfortunately, logic was benched right now. Before everything boiled over, Will popped his head around the corner.

          “What’s all the noise?” Toothbrush dangling between his teeth, he took a second to survey the room and exchange a Look conversation with Mary. Catching onto the situation, he feigned a shocked look. “You’re not telling Xave to use sunscreen, are you!?” He waited a beat, glancing down at his brother. A stage whisper now. “You know he’s not ready for that yet!”

          Mary shrugged. She wasn’t quite sure what Will’s game plan was, but she could run with it. “I thought he was. You’re probably right though.” A deep sigh. “He’s still just too little.”

          “Whaddya mean?” Xavier eyed his siblings, trying to wrangle the answers out with his mind. Something suspicious was happening here.

          Will stumbled over himself a moment, surprised that Xavier caught on. “Ah, well, you see, only big kids get to put on sunscreen. It’s very important so little kids like you can’t do it yet.”

          “I’m not little! I’m a big kid too!!” Xavier stood as tall as he possibly could, fox tail wriggling with earnest. “See!”

          Will and Mary exchanged looks again. Will shook his head. “I don’t know. What do you think Mares?”

          “Hmmm. I think he’s still too little… Maybe a big kid should show him how it’s done.”

          “When you’re right, you’re right. I was just about to put some on myself. Do you want to come and put sunscreen on with me, Xave?”

          “I do I do I dooo!”

          “Come on then.”

          Xavier didn’t waste another second, pouncing onto his brother’s outstretched hand and dragging him off to the bathroom. Mary mouthed a thank you to Will as they went. The air always seemed a little lighter when Will was around. Probably because he seemed so unfazeable. She was a little envious of him for that. The frustration had simmered away, but watching her brothers had left a cold pebble in her chest.

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          Thanks to Will’s intervention, they were out of the house in no time. Xavier begged for his big brother to join them, but he was stuck with Mary for the day. Will had work to do. They were lucky enough to catch the bus just as it rolled to the stop, shuffling on board and claiming the back row. It wasn’t all that unusual for this bus to be close to empty. It was a route less travelled.

          Mary stared idly out the window, half leaning on the plasticy frame of the chair in front of them. Motion sickness was a pain at the best of times. With the way the bus was swaying over every bump in the near-dirt road, one look down and she’d be redecorating the seat covers.

          “Hey Maary?”

          “Hm?”

          Xave was already pretty much flush against her, but he managed to scoot closer. He put his face up to hers. She could feel his warm kid breathe with every whispered word. “Mary?”

          “What’s up Xave?”

          “Mary, what’s boredish mean?”

          “What do you mean? Where’d you hear it?”

          “The lady up there.” A nod to the middle-aged woman perched on the reserved sideways seats. “She said ‘I can’t belief they let someone so boredish on the bus’.” The woman flinched. Xavier’s whispering skills were not nearly as strong as he thought. She stared ahead, stiffly avoiding Mary’s honey gaze. A totally average person. No claws. No fur. No tag. Privileged.

          “Is that right?”

          “Mn hm.”

          “I think you mean boarish. It means ‘boar-like’, someone who is rude. A boar is a wild pig.”

          Xavier looked thoughtful, considering her explanation. “Are boars rude?”

          “I don’t know. I’ve never met one.”

          “How come she said it then?” He continued before she could answer. “Isn’t it more rude to say mean things when you don’t know if someone is rude? ‘Cause then, you don’t know. You know? Because maybe boars are actually very nice but maybe they get grumpy because people say mean things about them. An then maybe they be rude because they’re grumpy? I think maybe we shouldn’t say that word unless we meet some really rude boars. But not boars that are grumpy because people are mean to them. Right?” He fiddled with her paw as he spoke, cold little fingers working through the thick fur.

          Mary managed to fight the urge to chuckle as the woman’s embarrassed fidgeting increased at every word. Instead, she nodded solemnly along with Xavier’s reasoning. “That sound like a good idea to me.” He beamed at her agreement.

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          Much rocking and waiting later, their stop came into view. To Xavier’s unyielding delight, Mary let him press the stop button. They hopped off the bus to hike the rest of the way. In honesty, it wasn’t that far. It was the thick humidity that weighed them down, making every movement heavy and sluggish, delaying their arrival further. They took their time and finally reached their destination. Water babbled quietly over smooth river pebbles. Bugs sang to the sweaty sun, hiding from its gaze in the long tufts of grass bordering the creek. The water wasn’t that deep, the heat of the season left it lucky to reach over Mary’s belly button in its deepest parts. Still, she’d have to be vigilant. Any aquatic body can be dangerous for a child. Speaking of, Xavier was already making a beeline to the water.

          “Wait a minute! Floaties or no swimming!”

          He spun around, hopping from foot to foot. “But!”

          “Come on, it’ll just take a minute.”

          He whined but returned to her as she fished the deflated water wings from her patchwork backpack. She was still proud of how that had turned out. She pulled them out carefully, the rubber as soft as it was slippery between her long claws. The last thing she needed was to accidentally puncture it and then have to explain to a very upset fox child why he couldn’t swim. Managing to grip them in her paw pads, she snapped the lids open, blowing them up while answering Xavier’s questions between breaths.

          “Hey Mary?”

          Blow! Breath. Answer. “Yeah?”

          “Are floaties for big kids?”

          Blow! Breath. Answer. “Yep.”

          “How come you don’t got any?”

          Blow! Seal. Breath. Answer. “They don’t fit my big ol’ bear arms. I’m very jealous you get to be so cool with these fire floaties.”

          “Really!?”

          “Mn hm. Really really.”

          He bounced on his toes, sliding the water wings up as far as they would go. “Well, you can borrow mine then! Um! But you can use just one. We’ll put it on, uh, your, on your foot! And then I’ll have one! And then together, we’ll be cooler than Will, right? Even though Will is the coolest, I think if we’re both cool with the floaties, we can be coolister than Will, ‘kay? ‘kay! Can I go swim now?”

          Mary laughed, nodding. “You can swim, but stay where I can see you. Otherwise, we will have to go straight home. Okay?”

          He was already running for the water. “’Kay!”  

          It was really something else, the way Xavier looked up to William. Whenever he was around, Xave was practically attached to him, and not always metaphorically. There were fights, or the closest approximation you can have with someone who barely reaches over your knee, sometimes. Of course there were. All siblings have disagreements. They’d probably get into more arguments now that Xavier was becoming more articulate. He had Opinions now. But ties were always mended quickly. Will had a knack with children. He always seemed to know what to say and how to act around them. As far as role models go, he was a pretty good choice too. Maybe it was because he’s a lot like Mama. In a way, Mary was embarrassed by it. Not because of Will acted, but because her brother was so much better with children than she was. When they had first been told of Xave’s conception, she’d imagined herself as a nurturing big sister who would share the world with the new baby. And, while he was still a little bean, she’d been good at the nurturing stuff. Once he’d gotten bigger, started thinking and exploring for himself, she didn’t know what to do. She struggled to understand his garbled baby talk and couldn’t keep up with his games. Her paternal instincts hibernated while Will’s thrived. It she had to put her finger on it, she’d guess it was his creativity and natural intelligence that did it for him. Where she was playing by the book, he was working the court, three moves ahead. It was hard not to feel inferior at times. It wasn’t that she resented him, quite the opposite, she greatly admired her brother. It just would have been nice to have a special bond like theirs.

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          It didn’t take long until the sweat clinging to her hair and her fur urged her to join Xavier. The water was unbelievably nice. Cool, clear, sparkling. Freshness you couldn’t bottle. And, more importantly, a reprieve from the unbearable weather. Dragonflies zipped around, far too fast to be concerned with new comers. What more could she want? 

          They splashed around, enjoying the freedom of the quiet country around them. Most of the fish spooked the instant they’d arrived, noisy and laughing, fleeing the scene to hide in whatever cracks they could find. Some grew bold, creeping back as they gained courage. The longer Mary and Xavier stayed in the water, the closer they came. When Mary pointed them out, Xavier charged after the flickering silver, determined to catch one. She called him back almost immediately, trying to distract him with a frog. Too late. Scrambling wildly over a mossy rock, his paw slipped, sending him face first into the water with a loud splash. He pulled himself up, dripping and processing what had happened. Mary restrained herself from running over and scooping him up. Wait. Give him a chance. Does he need help of was he just surprised? For a long moment, only the water moved. Gently gliding past the pair as though they were nothing more than the environment it knew so well. Xavier stared at his palms, skinned and bleeding. Tears welled as he shouted for his sister.

          “Maarryyyyy!”

          She was there in an instant, easily pulling him into her arms and onto dry land. She settled him onto a log, pulling everything she needed out of her bag. Xavier was, to put it lightly, accident prone. She’d learned quickly to always be prepared. Just last week he fought a door. The door won.

          “Marryyy! My floaties didn’t save meeee!” He sobbed, devastated at their betrayal.

          “Here, let me see. Did you hurt yourself?”

          A tearful nod. “Mn hm.” He held his hands out, palms to the sky and fingers half curled like a dead spider.

          “That’s no good. Let me fix it up, ‘kay?” She towelled down the area, drying his skin so she could better see the extent of the injury. It wasn’t too bad. She gave him a reassuring smile. Sure, there’d probably be a good bruise tomorrow but the grazes themselves weren’t too severe. He’ll live. Popping the lid off her first aid kid, she cleaned the site. Years of fiddling with a sewing needle had given her a surgeon’s steady hand, despite her clumsy paws. She just needed to be in the right mindset to do precision work – not thinking about it.

          Xavier whimpered as the antiseptic got to work. “It hurts, Mary.”

          “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. It’s going to hurt a little. There are tiny little, uh, knights, in the cream that have to go and, beat up any baddies that might have gotten into the cut.”

          He was still crying, but intrigued enough to ask. “Really? There are knights in there?”

          “Yep. You can’t see them because they are very, very, tiny, but they’re there.” Mary finished her work, sticking on water proof bandaids. “Do you want the magic healing spell?”

          “Mn hm.”

          “Ok.” She kissed his palms. “One kiss, two kisses,” then his forehead “and a big kissaroo so my love can heal you!” She threw her hands in the air to finish the incantation.

          Xavier mimicked her, sniffle giggling, before wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. He looked up at her, his chin pressing into her shirt. “How come you smell all sweet Mary?”

          “Hm. It’s probably my lip balm. I put it on earlier.”

          “Can I have some?”

          “Yeah, here you go.”

          He took the tube, concentrating to not overwind it. When he was satisfied that his lips were appropriately caked, he planted a noisy smooch on Mary’s cheek. “Now you have a kiss too! Aw, you can’t see it though. There’s no colour. Can you smell it Mary?”

          She could certainly feel the waxy balm smeared across her skin. Well, the peach one was her favourite, so it wasn’t too bad. “Sure can! I reckon Mumsie can probably smell it from all the way in the bakery, there’s so much on us!”

          That satisfied him. The freckles across his face crinkled into new constellations as he grinned up at her.  “Hey Mary?”

          “Yeah?”

          “Mary, do you know?”

          “I don’t know.”

          He was whispering again. “Mary, do you know, Will is my favouritest brother?”

          “Really?”

          “Mn hm. But Mary, do you know? Mary, you’re my favouritest big sister. ‘Cause I love Mary lots and lots. Do you love me too Mary?”

          She kissed his forehead again. “Lots and lots.”

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