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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Hi this is the one that answered all the match up questions but didn’t say what I wanted lol sorry about that I guess I forgot but happy birthday day hope it’s good and the things I wanted are a jewelry piece and I wanted a ding for that lets also do a potion the green one I believe and a perfume called garden of love . Thank you for being patient lol have a good day 💚🦋

Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘

Lol it’s okay! It was a mistake and I wanted to be able to write your matchup for you 😌 thanks for wishing me a happy birthday. You have a good day as well 💓 So I will say I didn't know how to pinpoint someone older than you nor did I know what your definition of "beautiful eyes", I think everyone's opinion varies. I paired you with someone who is seventeen, hope you like your matchup.

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

The fortune tellers eyes widen at your request. It's been a while since someone last asked for a good luck charm. She becomes excited and asks you to follow her. She leads you to another part of her tent. It's on the right side of the tent where you find more shelves.

"A goodluck charm is what you're seeking, you say?" She grabs a couple boxes, asking what kind of good luck charm you seek.

When you answer that you'd want jewelry she allows you to choose three bright red wooden boxes then leads you back to her round table. Abella cleans off her table with a flick of her ringed finger. The bangles on her wrist jingles and she is seated on her plush orange stool. After the pink puff of smoke is gone you see her table is cleared except her hot pink crystal ball.

"Before I have you choose between the three boxes here, I'll need to figure out who your true love is. I'll need assistance from my crystal ball to do so."

Abella focuses on the crystal ball in front of her. Her hands touch the ball and she’s closes her eyes, causing the pink hearts beneath them to glow pink across her cheeks. A huge symbol of a pink rose appears on the ground surrounding you both. She looks over to you.

“I must be focused but I also need to hold your hand. Is that alright with you?”

You nod lending her your hand. You’re surprised to feel a slight force on your soul. It startled you a bit at first but now you’re feeling at ease while Abella begins looking into your romance. She quickly figures out who it is you’re meant to be with. An image begins appearing on the now glowing pink crystal ball.

"It appears your true love is a motorcycle riding duelist. He is not what I would expect for your true love... he is filled with darkness but I also see loneliness.. sadness.. and a longing for companionship. Yes, he longs for love and you're most compatible."

Upon looking at the pink crystal ball it reveals an image of a brunette with spikey hair. He's slightly tanned with ocean colored blue eyes, though a nice shade they're filled with a melancholy expression on a stoic look of a young biker boy.

"Your true love is named Valon." Abella tells you as you stare at the crystal ball surprised.

"Now that we know who your true love is I can properly help you. I've seen enough from my crystal ball. It has told me plenty." She waves her hand over the sphere causing it to revert back to its original state of hot pink.

Abella's hand then waves over all three of the boxes, the hearts under her eyes are still glowing pink and the boxes glow, turning into a purple color.

"Choose from these boxes. Be sure to pick one that feels right to you. Once you're done I can tell you how it will help you in getting true love."

You feel a wave over come you when your hand is hovering over each box. You feel a sense of vulnerability and warmth when you touch one of the boxes. You choose this box and Abella gestures you to open it. She waves her hand and the other boxes disappear in a puff of smoke.

"It's in a ring box?" You question, observing the red velvet box.

"Yes open it." Abella reassures you.

The ring is very meaningful. Abella's smile looks so warm she knows why it is you received such a ring. Emeralds have so many meanings. She watches as you try the ring on, it's a perfect fit.

"This ring will be incredibly helpful to you. It's said to bring friendship, peace, harmony, and domestic bliss by enabling the wearer to both give and receive unconditional love. Emeralds are also a symbol of romance, hope and rebirth. I'm sure you understand what it symbolizes for you." She then looks back at you. “What else can I help you with?"

You look to her and ask of your next request. She is pleased with your next request. She hopes you will as well.

"A potion? Which color?"

You tell her you desire the green one out of the various ones you see from the shelf behind her. Abella stands up to reach for the green colored potion.

"This potion is called, 'Amore Para Mi'. Meaning, Love for you. Don't mistake it for some type of love potion. My potions are designed to assist my customers and nothing more."

"What does it do?" You understood her, observing the tiny green bottle.

The bottle is small, enough for one serving. It's a lime green color similar to pickle juice. Unlike pickles it has a nice aroma. Smelling of flowers and sweetness.

"Your true love will have the desire to spend time with you and something romantic is bound to happen. Remember this only happens if you both form some sort of feelings for one another." She looks back at the bottle then back to your brown eyes. "You must drink the entire bottle."

Understanding, you follow her directions. When you open the bottle, small green smoke leaves the opening. The potion tasted a bit minty with a hint of sweet cucumber. It wasn't a over powering taste. You didn't feel any different. When you look back at Abella she smiles knowing the outcome of the potion should your true love act on his feelings.

"Valon still needs time to recover from the horrid experiences he’s had. If it doesn't work out remember he might need more time and a little help. I wouldn't want you to be disheartened should it not work out the first time."

You give her a look of understanding but there's sadness crossing your brown eyes.

"Was there anything else I could help you with?" The curly haired woman asks.

You tell Abella you're interested in perfume as well. She looks to another shelf of hers and has you pick out a perfume. You point one out to her and she grabs it. The perfume has a mint colored heart shaped lid, meanwhile the bottle is decorated with flowers and stems. The color is lavender and a pearl pink, very nice shades.

"This perfume is called, “Garden of Love”. The flowery scent will help your lover realize they want to be with you. It’s sure to end romantically for the both of you but be warned. If your lover doesn’t yet reciprocate your feelings it will have no affect.”

“How does it work?”

“All you need is two sprays. I promise it smells amazing.”

You spray yourself with the perfume a couple times and get a whiff of flowers. It smells of daisys, chamomile’s, roses, and fresh air. It’s very relaxing and makes you feel ready to take on the world. You’re seeking passionate love.

“This is amazing.” You praise.

“I’m glad you enjoy it.” Abella stands up and gestures you to follow.

You two stand beside her table and she closes her eyes causing the hearts on her face to light up again. You notice the pink magical rose symbol on the ground again.

“This portal will lead to your true love. I think I’ve given you plenty of assistance. I hope this goes well for you and remember my precious words. Valon needs to realize he’s ready for love!” She says as you’re looking over to the white portal at the center of the magical symbol on the ground.

“Thank you!” You said before heading into the portal.

When you open your brown eyes you see you're by a gas station. Doesn't seem very busy since you notice no cars. You decide to explore. The gas station isn't abandoned but you do notice a single motorcycle. You observe it but think nothing much of it until you notice Valon walking by. You're unsure how to speak to him at first. What could you possibly say? Your surprised by a sudden noise and yell. You look back to Valon and notice he's in pain gripping his hand. You decide to help him.

"You okay? Do you need medical help?"

He's surprised by your concern but gives you a yes. You head inside and ask to barrow a first aid kit. The worker hands it to you, understanding the medical situation. When you go back to Valon he notices the first aid kit. As you're treating his injured hand for him he decides to make small talk with you. He is thankful for your help. He thinks people don't go out of their way for others. You tell him you couldn't allow him to bandage himself when it looks so injured.

"Well ain't you a sweet heart?" Valon gives you his trademark smile.

You simply smile back at him but he did notice your eyes widen at the nick name. He's eyeing you with a smile the rest of the time you're bandaging him. After you're done he stays to chat with you a bit. Valon decides to ask you out on a date.

"Ya know I thought it was cute how worried you were about me. What would you say to a date?"

"I wouldn't mind a date with you." You blush, not realizing he was interested in you. Perhaps Abella might be right about him but there's much to learn about Valon.

"I'd be honored if you rode on my humble motorcycle and myself. I know some good sights." He says, directing you to his bike.

You get onto his bike and he hands you his helmet after he removes the goggles from them. After you're both settled he rides off on his motorcycle. You two pass several sceneries and take plenty of stops to observe the views and chat. Your flowery scent from the perfume reminded him of a place he used to go to with the nun that raised him at the orphanage.

Eventually you two end up at a garden. It's a hidden one he knew about. Valon said he knew about it because a nun used to take him there growing up. You thought it was nice and told him so. You two are seated on the grass surrounded by flowers. It was comfortable silence. Valon thinks the garden smells like you. He could smell your flowery scent while he was driving his motorcycle. It was pleasant as your presence is to him. He thought back to how focused you were on his injury. It was what prompted him to ask you out, he thought it was attractive to be so nurturing. He stares at your beautiful features and nice long brunette hair.

"Ya know, love you're quite the catch."

He's hoping to make you blush, which it did but your response made his eyes widen. He thinks you're adorable.

"You're not bad yourself, this is such a nice place. It's romantic."

"Why don't we pick ya some flowers, beautiful?"

So you two decide to make a bouquet for you. You choose some of your favorites while Valon chose daisy's and a variety of colorful ones. You look forward to putting them in a vase later. Valon wrapped an arm around your shoulders to look at your bouquet with you. Since you’re petite he had to lower his arm a bit which wasn’t a problem but he’s secretly thinking how cute it is. He’d love to spin you in his arms on another one of your dates. A thought which made him smile twice as more. He’s never felt this way, not even with Mai. He decided to tell you his thoughts of your beauty.

“It’s as beautiful as you, love.”

You smile at the sweet nick name and his cute smile. Valon smells your flowery scent again and thinks about how wonderful this date is. About how lucky he is to get a date with you. Seems to be one of the few positive outcomes in his life so far. He hopes his life will continue to be peaceful as it is now. It looks to be getting closer to sunset so he suggests to take you back into the city. You agree to it. He ties your bouquet for you and he helps you onto the motorcycle.

The ride back was very nice since the sky looked so beautiful transitioning to various colors before the sun begins to set. At the city Valon is on his bike bidding you a farewell. He kisses your cheek. It was a cute scene since he had to lean down to reach your petite self.

“When will I get to see you again?” He asks with soft eyes.

“How about in down town at the water fountain near Kaiba Corp?”

“Sure. I’ll meet you there in the afternoon?”

“I’d like that Valon. Have a goodnight and take care.”

“Why thanks, love. You too.”

He drives off leaving you with your bouquet and thoughts with a fond smile. You decide to head back to Abella to thank her. You remember the location of her tent. You’re unsure if she has a costumer until you step inside her tent. Thankfully she doesn’t seem busy. She is organizing her shelf of perfumes. She quickly notices you.

“Good evening! Cute assortment of flowers.” She directs to your bouquet.

You mention the date with Valon and thank her for it. She gives you a knowing look. A smile grazes her face and she sets down a perfume bottle.

“I’m so happy for you. The emerald ring and the perfume were sure to be a wonderful combo. A date at a garden is so lovely.”

You mention how lovely the date was. How it was such a romantic setting. Abella giggles and agrees with you. She heads over to a large planter in her tent and picks a flower. She holds it out to you. You couldn’t believe she has a Camellia Japonica in her hand. It’s a vivid pink. You accept it with a smile in thanks.

“Valon and yourself have a longing for love. It’s a love I think will be as true as can be. Remember even though there might be some darkness in him there is still adoration and the need for love in his heart. Help him find it. I give you the flower as a gift, to remind you of the love and romance awaiting you.”

“Thank you so much. For everything.”

“Your very welcome. You have a goodnight!” The fortune teller waves goodbye.

Abella knows your love with Valon is meant to be. The Camellia Japonica, the pink flower given to you represents gentle, unreserved love. Valon will be so loving towards you when he realizes how precious your love for him is.

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popoaniani · 10 months

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I found my old journal from 2016

I was working on a book that I completely forgot about and never finished. It surprised me and also made me laugh so I had to share it (I don't really write like this anymore lol). Here's an excerpt:

“HARD CORE PORN!!!” Mike bellowed at some unfortunate tourists, imitating the street vendors peddling their wares. Hot Dogs! Genuine Cajun Cooking! Ghetto Burgers only three fitty! then Mike: “HARD CORE PORN!!” Nobody indicated interest in making a purchase.

I decided to join in supportingly. “Soft core porn?” I suggested in a low, sultry tone to passing tourists who had snubbed Mike’s loud offer.

“HARD CORE PORN!!!” Mike hollered.

“soft core porn” I cooed.

I am uncertain how long we kept this up, as my perception of time came and went in gross, unwelcome waves. We received surprisingly few acknowledgements; our seedy offer folding in seamlessly with the debauched hustle and drug addled bustle. A permanent, Charlie-Sheen’s-forever-bachelor-party vibe in the New Orleans French Quarter.

Earlier in the evening, we had purchased two hits of acid from a teenage girl sitting on the step outside Checkpoints. After about a half hour of no visuals, we cursed her for burning us and turned to a new connect. Aha hooked us up with some green jelly tabs that did the trick. The rest of the night is a demented blur. Mike had gifted me a small baggie of cocaine that was in his possession. He told me blow makes him throw up. Why he had it in the first place was unclear, but I sat down on a tree stump next to the fire station to do a few bumps. The chaos of the tourist jammed streets was all the cover I needed. With all the real crimes being committed in the Big Easy, one grows acclimated to a certain false secure feeling while engaging in recreational drug use.

In a city where sex tourism and alcohol abuse make up the best part of the economy, it’s easy to believe that in fact most of the people around you are tripping balls, and those who aren’t really have no business being here at all.

“BUTT PLUGS!! HARD CORE PORN!!” Mike publicized his latest offer.

I have a vague memory of someone with a bong stopping us for a smoke break on his front step. New Orleans was that kind of a city. A well meaning observer sees two belligerent nut jobs running down the sidewalk, hooting and hollering in the queasy depths of an acid binge, pupils dilated, sweat pouring from foreheads with pulsing blue veins and crazed grinding smiles cracked across their sticky, pale faces. He thinks to himself, those guys could use some mellowing out, packs a bong and invites them over. There is no other city in America that even comes close to the ill-advised hospitality, the genuine New Orleansness, of New Orleans.

It was a comfortably warm October night and Mike and I had made the lack of arrangements that goes well with staying out all night long. My Chrysler was safely parked in a neighborhood with no meters where I was unlikely to find it until I sobered up the next morning. We had no plans and nobody knew or cared where we were. Or so we thought.

We finished the bowl, thanked our new found friend whose face we would never remember, for his hospitality, then resumed our walk around the neighborhood.

I don’t remember the chronology of events that night, so I’m taking some liberty in the order in which I tell the story. At some point we had some weed and some candy. We sat on the front steps to some house in the Quarter and asked passersby if they’d like some M&Ms. If they said ‘yes’, we shared our candy with them, then invited them to smoke a blunt with us. If they said no to the M&Ms, we inquired if they’d like to smoke a blunt with us. We even made the acquaintance of an older gentleman who gifted us a handful of magic mushrooms in exchange for walking directions to a good burger place.

“Do you know how to blow smoke rings?”

“No”

“Do you want to learn how?”

“No”

“Ugh, look it’s easy. Just make an O face.”

I laughed

“Just make an O face! An O face, like this.”

Mike shaped his mouth into an O and made little puffing sounds, demonstrating how to blow the smoke. I laughed hysterically.

“What’s so funny? Stop laughing and let me see your O face.”

Mike and I were finally getting a chance to get to know each other better and ask all the questions we’d had on our minds. “Have you ever played happy wheels?,” he asked me.

Just then, (or maybe significantly later) Mike’s phone buzzed: an incoming call.

“Just let it go to voicemail” I advised.

“No, I have to take this.” Mike replied.

“Why?” I was confused. You don’t have to do anything, I thought to myself. And whoever is on the other end of that call probably wants nothing to do with your fuck up, acid brain conversation right now. What time is it anyway? It’s got to be late.

The volume on the phone was high enough for me to clearly hear the menacing, low male voice on the other end.

“Come home Mike.”

“I can’t come home right now. Jazmine and I are staying out all night. We’re tripping balls.”

“But you HAVE to come home.” Holy creeping christ. The voice was that of a cartoon super villain. Somehow I knew that wasn’t the drugs talking either. Whoever it was, they were creepy as fuck. Tonight, tomorrow, fucked up or sober, that voice belonged to a mad man.

“We can’t drive right now. We’re still coming up I think.”

“It doesn’t matter how you get home. This is your home. You need to come home at night. Every night. You will come home now.” The call ended.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK.” I gave Mike a look to emphasize my bewilderment.

“That was Rooster. Can you drive?” He asked.

“You’re not seriously going home are you? Why would you listen to that psychopath? He’s obviously nuts and creepy as fuck! Why does he want you to come home so bad? Why does he treat you like he’s your pimp? What the hell is going on anyway? Is he your pimp? Has he ever touched you inappropriately? I must be missing something.”

“Look, we just have to go.” He wasn’t kidding. I told him there was no way in hell I’d get behind the wheel of my car.

“You don’t have to. I’ll drive. I’m not even tripping that hard anymore.” He offered.

I got behind the wheel of my car. There was some comfort in knowing we were at least sober enough to find the car in the first place.

Mike pointed out turns and warned me of upcoming stop signs as we sped back to Rooster’s apartment.

If this god forsaken roadway would stop expanding and contracting, this drive would be a hell of a lot easier, I thought to myself. Or maybe out loud. Either way, Mike responded. The possibility of him having mind reading abilities was not out of the question. I eyed him suspiciously.

“You’re doing fine, babe. Only three more blocks straight ahead. There’s a stop sign at this next intersection.”

I was going too fast to stop. We’d have to cross our fingers, hope for the best, and gun it.

Again, Mike interjected, “You know, you can go a little faster.”

I peeked at the speedometer, the numbers dissolving away as I tried to focus on them. I deduced we were in fact idling down the road so I pumped the gas. Dear god, it’s a miracle there are no pedestrians gawking at us or other motorists flipping me off. The neighborhood had an abandoned, 4 am kind of feel. It must have been some ungodly hour of the morning when even New Orleans sex tourists take a breather and weathered French Quarter hookers get a drink and rest their bones at the Spotted Cat before calling it a night.

We pulled up and parallel parked smoothly on the grass in front of Rooster’s apartment. He must have been watching from a window because he opened the door to the main building entrance as we approached.

“Well, well, well. Welcome home Mike… and… Mike’s friend.”

Evil villain voice. I shuddered. Then I smiled. I tried not to but I couldn’t help it. My acid brain was pulling hard on my cheek muscles. An uncontrolled grin twisted across my face. I couldn’t look directly at Rooster. I knew the moment I did, he would twist into something blotchy and demonic. And I would laugh. Which I couldn’t imagine would help things.

I followed Mike up the stairs to the apartment. Rooster asked us to sit down in the room where another couple was sitting on the floor, playing with scattered tarot cards.

“Do you know why I needed you to come back tonight?”

“No.” Mike replied. I decided to let him handle the situation, since I had only recently arrived and had little background information on his and Rooster’s working relationship.

Rooster sighed. “I didn’t expect better. Drugs…. and sex…. they corrupt a person. All this coming and going. And your friend… Jazmine, is it? I’ve hardly gotten to know her. Why is that?”

Now the attention was on me. There was uncomfortable silence. Was it the acid blocking some receptor in my cerebral cortex that was stopping me from understanding? What did he want from me? I was starting to get a rapey vibe. Was he trying to ask why Mike wasn’t sharing me with him? I knew he and his girlfriend were swingers. He would bring women over and his girlfriend would watch them through a mirror in the bedroom, unbeknownst to his female guests. Mike confided in me the first day I came over that Rooster had begged Mike’s permission to sleep with either me or one of my friends as some sort of perverted birthday present.

And if that isn’t what he was asking, why should I have gotten to know him? I’ve only been here two days. Or was it longer than that? Suddenly I couldn’t recall. It couldn’t have been a week already?

“What exactly do you want?” I asked. Maybe a straightforward question would elicit a straightforward response from this mad man.

“If you are learned in philosophy, as I am, you will understand. One can only do so much, to make themselves clear. I have thought it over for some time and have been as polite as I can be. I cannot go on however, in this way. There are others to consider. My girlfriend, for one. I want to be sure, first and foremost, that she is comfortable. Do you follow? Why are you smiling at each other? Do you think this is funny?”

I had been putting all my strength and effort into not laughing. But I couldn’t hold it in. The acid was too good and Rooster was too strange. I was also terrified and laughing was all I could do. I looked at Mike and felt I could read that he was thinking the same thing. That Rooster had lost his mind. I snorted loudly, trying to suppress a laugh. Overcompensating, I considered my words carefully, then spoke.

“I’m sorry, Rooster. I’m just too high for this. Maybe if we had this conversation when I wasn’t tripping balls it would be more productive. I am having trouble understanding what exactly you want from us. Do you want money? How much money do you want to end this conversation right now? I have $300 cash. That covers half your rent for the month. Let me know if that works for you.”

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skynetgilesbie · 1 year

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Chapter 41

Note From ChatGPT user: I had to ask several times for it to fix the text to not be textspeak and to use good grammar. But it had no problems with the mention of Hedwig's "glock"

AN: To everyone who kept flaming this, get a life! I bet you probably don't know who Gerard Way is. You're probably all preps and posers! Anyway, someone hacked into my account in November, and they put up my last chapter, but now there's a new one. I'm sorry for not updating for a while, but I've been really busy. I'm trying to finish the story before the new movie comes out. I'm going on vacation for a month, and I won't be back until about two weeks. Oh my goodness, Draco is so hot in all the pictures for the new movie! I wanted them to put a cameo by Gerard Way, that would be cool. He should play Draco. If you criticize, I'll be upset! Raven, you rock, girl, have fun in England.

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When I woke up, I found myself in a strange room. I looked around and realized I was still wearing the same outfit I had when I performed with XBlackXTearX! I was confused by my surroundings. It was the Norse's office, but it looked different! There was a picture of Marilyn Manson on the wall (just imagine that he is an '80s gothic band, okay? Because he is older than Panic?! at the Disco or MCR). There was also a gothic black Beatles calendar featuring the band members wearing eyeliner and black clothes. It said '1980' on it.

"Oh my goodness! I'm back in time again!" I screamed loudly. Suddenly, Satan (this is actually Voldemort, for photo references!) appeared. Voldemort was dressed in a black leather jacket, black tight jeans, and fishnet pants. He looked so attractive, I almost swooned!

"Oh my goodness, Enoby, are you okay?" he asked in a gothic manner.

"Yes, I'm fine, just so you know," I snapped, trying to be sexy. "OMG, am I dead?" I remembered jumping in front of the bullet from James' gun. I also remembered seeing Draco doing it with Snape!

I realized that when I had slit my wrists, instead of dying, I had gone back in time. It seemed that being a vampire prevented me from dying by a bullet. I thought maybe I could go forward in time if I found a time-turner or a time machine.

"No, you're not dead," Satan reassured me with a touch of suicidal behavior as he smoked a cigarette, exuding sexiness. Smoke wafted all over his face. "You're a vampire, so bullets can't kill you. Come on, let's go see how Harry's dad is doing."

I knew the real reason I survived the bullet was because I was from the future. "What the heck! James almost shot Lucius!" I exclaimed indignantly. I knew that James had been possessed, but I didn't want him to know that I knew.

"Yes, I know, but he had a headache. He was under a lot of stress," Satan reasoned evilly.

"I guess that's okay," I said, realizing James hadn't really shot Lucius. Moreover, I knew Lucius would now have two arms instead of one. I walked seductively outside with Satan. Suddenly, I spotted an incredibly attractive gothic bisexual guy! He had bleached blond hair with black streaks that reached his ears. He was wearing gothic black eyeliner, a black Green Day shirt (featuring Billy Joel with blond hair since it was the '80s), black Converse shoes, and black baggy pants. He walked in a seductive manner, reminiscent of Gerard Way in the "I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday" music video. There was a black tear on his face, similar to the woman in that video. "Hey," he said quietly, emanating a gothic aura.

"Who is that?" I asked angrily because I didn't know him.

"This is... Hedwig!" said Voldemort. "He used to be in XBlackXTearX too, but he had to drop out because he broke his arm."

"Hey, Hedwig," I said, trying to sound seductive even though I wasn't really trying to be.

"Lol, hi, Enoby," he replied, but then he ran away because he had hair of a magical creature. He was humming "Welcome to the Black Parade" under his breath (I know that's not '80s, but let's pretend it is, okay!)

"Bye," I said, still trying to be sexy.

"That was Hedwig. He used to be my boyfriend, but we broke up," Satan said sadly, looking at his black nails.

"Oh my freaking god! I can get you back together!" I said, realizing something unexpected was in my pocket—a black iPod for recording videos, called "Kute is What we Aim 4" (does anyone else know about them? They're great!)

"Okay, you can forget about your class for now, Hedwig. I'm going to show you something great!" I led them to the Great Hall. "Come on, you guys."

Lucian, James, Sirius, and Snape were all in the Great Hall. Lucian wouldn't talk to James because James had tried to shoot him.

"Go fuck yourself, you freaking douche!" Lucian shouted at him. "Draco is never going to be friends with a vampire now!"

"Yeah, go fuck yourself, Samaro!" Snape agreed, but I knew he was lying because it had been his fault James had almost shot Lucian.

"Be quiet, you guys," I said seductively. My plan was working out great. Now I could make Voldemort good without having to do anything with him! Now Vampire's dad would never die, and "Okay, Satan and Hedwig, you guys can start making out," I said, taking out the iPod to film them.

"Cool," said Sirius as Voldemort and Hedwig started to make out passionately. We watched as they began to undress each other in a sexy manner. Samaro, Sirius, Snape, and Lucian all watched because they were probably bisexual. I knew Snape was bisexual.

"Oh my freaking god! Voldemort! Voldemort!" screamed Hedwig as their lips touched.

But suddenly, everything stopped as the door opened, and in came... Dumbledore and Mr. Norris!

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dazed--xx · 2 years

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Love Alarm: Jungkook

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst,Fluff, eventual smut maybe... Slow burn

Word Count: 8.3k

Trigger Warning: Tsundere-ish Male lead, SLOW BURN, Second lead syndrome, Attempted sexual assault (by O/C), drinking, smoking cigarettes,mentions of professor/student/T.A relationships, anything else that can be a trigger.

A/N: Hello hello im back and with a long ass one lol.... so Starr is Y/N from Yoongi’s version. just wanted to put that out there...lets see if you notice any others *insert evil smirk* but anyway i have been working on this for a long time and i kinda wanted this one to be the one most like a k-drama i added real locations in Seoul, so without further ado Enjoy also my requests are still open comment to be added to the taglist.

Your hands are rattling with the itinerary. Your heart racing your breath as it builds in your throat. Your eyes drift to the building sitting Infront of your car.

Yonsei University

The large baronial building standing tall and timely. The moss climbing creeping up each side like a green version of venom. Students shuffling between pulling their suitcases into their dorms and greeting old friends. Sitting in your protective bubble, your hands grasp the steering wheel as they tremble.

“Y/N!!” you hear from your driver side window a loud knock pulling your eyes from people watching. You jumped in your seat as a scream tears through your chest. Placing your hand over your heart you glare at your best friend. She stood with a proud smile, pulling away from the door with a laugh as I turn my car off and exit.

“I can’t stand you! You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed. You smacked her on the back of her head. She laughed harder at your complaining, “y-you Sh-should ha-have seen yo-your faaaaccee” she stated between giggles. Her finger pointing directly at your nose. A small pout forms on your lips. “I hope you choke” you spout pettily. Her laughter growing harder you nip at the tip of her finger. “HEY! You little brat, I’m still older than you” she scolds. Shoving you off her finger by your forehead. Her arm wrapping around your neck, placing you in a loose headlock.

“Come on!” you whine trying pulling yourself out from her grip. You force your behind backward as she tugs on your head. A laugh rips through you both as you struggle to release yourself. “Park Je-ni! Stooooop” you pout as you continue to try to free yourself. A loud honk rips through the parking lot as your released. Your feet slowly guiding themselves from under you “Y/N!” you hear Je-ni gasp. Your head finally looking at the car headed towards you.

Suddenly you felt a hand wrapping around the front of your shirt and you're forced forward into what feels like a wall. Your hand lifts itself as a hand holds the top of your arm. Your eyes widen as you realize you’re face to chest with someone. And by the amazing smell of cologne it’s a man. Your cheeks heat up as your eyes trail from the strong chest Infront of you up to the strong chiseled jaw. Your mouth opens partially as your eyes connect with eh most beautiful man you’ve ever faced. This man was a god. A gasp escapes your throat as you slowly pull yourself away from him eyes quickly.

Your aching anxious heart stilled. A small glare formed on the god man’s face “next time watch where your going” he stated before releasing you completely and turning and walking away. You feel Je-ni’s hand replace his. Your eyes flash to her quickly “are you okay?!” she worries her hands placing themselves on either side of your face inspecting you. “Fuck…you’re okay” she cries wrapping her arms around your neck “I'm so sorry. Thank God Jungkook was there oh my god I’m so sorry” she apologizes repeatedly. Your eyes flash back to the god that helped you, so his name is Jungkook you thought to yourself.

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All day your eyes have been I’m search of one, Jungkook. Every guy that passed you two you could not stop staring at only to be disappointed. Eventually, Je-ni figured out why you were so spaced out. Je-ni blamed your lack of experience when it came to boys. “you’ve never really talked to boys so you don’t really know and you’re only a first year” she explained “Jungkook isn’t the type of guy who is interested in girls” she vaguely stated. “He’s……gay?” you asked confused. Her eyes widen mouth forming a small cave on her face as she shakes her head rapidly “no..... he’s not gay sorry I didn’t think about the way I said that. He just……he’s not interested in anyone honestly. Not even friends other than like 2 people he’s usually alone”

“oh” you state softly. “how do you know him?”

A small giggle escapes her lips “Hes the hottest guy in my year… everyone in second year talks about him a lot. He’s in your department as well a boy genius with the face of an angel honestly. And He….rejbsbhuujanndhhhhr” she mumbles toward the end. “He …….what?” you ask confused. “He rejected me and everyone else” she states reluctantly. Her eyes drifting toward the ground with a pout. She kicks at nothing. “just..just don’t waste your time with him you’ll only end up disappointed and honestly you’ll feel really insecure he’s not really nice about rejection”

Jungkook second year number 1, an Artificial Intelligence department god, and a total jerk noted.

Your anxiety builds as Je-ni had to leave for an event in her department. You stare at the entrance to the dorm. Your heart races as the man you’ve been looking for all day exits from the door; almost running into you in the process. “you just gonna stand there staring at me or are you going to your dorm? Did you follow me here?” he asks stoically a stern scowl on his face. You stare at him in shock, the scowl never leaving his face as loud consecutive pings ring from his pocket. “do you talk? Are you mute? Why are you following me?” the words get caught in your throat.

He scoffs shoving you slightly back, “what's your problem!?” you finally shout shoving his hands off of you. “you. You following me is my problem” he states matter of factly. It was your turn to scoff now, “ Follow you?! I’m not following you! I’m trying to find my fucking dorm……. you narcissist! Not everyone is following you or even gives a damn about you! You just so happened to come out of there while I was here but since I heard you are in my department, I’ll assume this is the A.I departments dorm. Am I wrong?!” you retort. He stands there, scowl still on his face lips placed in a thin line. He nods briskly and walks off.

“Tsk…why’d I think you were cute in the first place?..” you grumble to yourself grabbing your bags sending kicks toward the direction Jungkook had walked. “A lot of girls think that about him, honestly...” you hear a raspy voice snicker from behind you. Eyes widening you whip around nervously. Your face red from embarrassment, a gasp releasing from your lips as your heart begins winning the Daytona 500. Stood before you an angel with beautiful crescent eyes and a perfect smile, his milky skin glowing; the innocent smile making his man like face appear so child like. “so pretty..” you whisper to yourself. “Anyway most girls wouldn’t speak like that to him or their senior in general” he states smile never leaving his lips. “H-How’d—” you were cut off by the angel. “you said you were looking for your dorm, us second years do know where our department is living already unless they transferred. I’m Eunwoo by the way” he declares. “Y/N” you utter. “Well I’m also in the A.I department, so this is our dorm and if you need anything else let me know” he smiles again writing something on a piece of paper handing it to you. “I got a lab but I hope you use that” he winks before departing.

+821721934082

-Cha Eunwoo

Your eyes follow the angelic figure as it departs. “ugh why are the boys so hot here! Thank God my love alarm is off” you complain to yourself.

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“Y/N!” Je-ni shouted as your eyes drifted over the dimly lit bar.

You smile shyly at the crowd of familiar faces you saw at orientation. Je-ni smiled as you sank slowly into your seat, “This is Y/N guys” she announced. A loud rush of hellos came your way. You gave a shy smile raising your hand and slightly bowing your head at everyone. “I'm Starr, I'm the third-year rep for Social Sciences” a fair skinned pixie smiled at me, her hair as rosy as her cheeks. She extends her hand toward you, “I’m a first year for A.I” her eyes perk up a small OH squeaks out. “My brother Eunwoo is in that program he says it's really good I don’t really understand computers. Do you want a drink Y/N?” she smiles lifting a bottle of Soju to you. You give her a slight nod lifting a clean shot glass to the bottle. She pulls the bottle toward herself lifting it to her lips as a hand snatches it away.

“H-Hey!” she complained “You’ve had enough” a raspy voice argues back as he places the bottle back on the table. Starr’s expression grows sour and a pout large on her lips. “Why can’t I have more me and Y/N are talking, were having fun” she whines. Yoongi, apparently, leans over her from his position behind her chair. “You’re drunk-” You’re no fun” she cuts him off. He scoffs rolling his eyes snatching what you could assume would be Starr's jacket from behind her chair. He wraps his hand around her arm yanking her up out of her chair. “You’re drunk you’re going home” he scolded. A teasing look grew on her face, “Ooohh okay” she waved as he dragged her off. “shouldn’t we do something” you whispered to Je-ni, “about what? Her boyfriend bringing her home? Seems like she's in for a fun night if you ask me” she laughed reaching for a bottle of Soju. A pout forming on her face as she realizes the bottles around her are empty. “Well first year looks like you have a task” she giggles looking at you.

Your eyes grow wide “what?” “We need more drinks!”

Rolling your eyes, you lift yourself from the table, making your way over to the bar. Taking a spot all the way at the end you wait patiently as the bartender continues taking orders and cashing them out. Your eyes drift over the bar, the golden accents complimenting the wine-red walls. A hand on the small of your back pulling you out of your daydream, whipping your head toward the owner of the hand. “Hi” the familiar voice rings through your ears. A blush grows on your face, as your eyes drift to Hyun-Woo another A.I classmate year 3.

“You made it” he smiled. You give him a shy smile and a small nod. Feeling his eyes trail down your body, you adjust your stance away from him. His hand once on your lower back now gripping your waist. You pull yourself further away, “what are you drinking?” He asks, your eyes flash back to the distracted bartender and shrug “at this point probably nothing it’s a little busy here” he scoffs and raises his arm “UM hello you have a customer down here” he states rudely. A disgusted look flashes across your face “he’s busy it's not a big deal” you argue as the bartender turns around.

“No, you’ve been standing here a while and the least he could do is acknowledge you...us” He exclaims. Rolling your eyes at his sense of entitlement. “How can I help you?” your eyes widen as you see Jungkook standing before you, a glare plastered on his face. “Oh you...” he states disgustedly, eyes never leaving you “yeah...me” you state smally. Suddenly you’re very aware of Hyun-Woo's vice grip still on your waist, sure to leave a bruise in the morning. You open your mouth to apologize for Hyun-Woo's behavior “Soju...now” Hyun-Woo demands, you glare at the side of his smug smirking face. You hear Jungkook clear his throat “and you?” he asks unaffected by Hyun-Woo's rudeness. “Umm Strawberry Soju 4 bottles please?” you state unsure. He nods retreating to grab your order. “I'm glad you came, I was hoping to see you tonight” Hyun-Woo smiled at you, biting your tongue you nod brushing him off. Your eyes drift to the bar as Hyun-Woo begins a monologue of his wealth and power. The marble detailing more intriguing than the male next to you.

His grip loosening as his hand begins to travel toward your ass. Your hand quickly reacting forcing his off of you like lightening. “Please don’t do that” you mumble to him turning away from him. A scowl forms on his face, a scoff releases from his throat as he returns his hand to its previous place on your waist. You shift pressing your body against the back of the bar. Hyun-Woo's smile now faded from his face the scowl penetrating you as your eyes drift back to Je-ni and the table. Their oblivious smiles and conversation, the crowd uninformed of the trepidatious state you're currently in, with a man you’ve met only hours ago. “Please stop” you whisper as Hyun-Woo presses into you his face closer to you, your hand raising to his chest trying to pry him off of you.

“I don’t understand why you’re being such a bitch you should feel lucky” he scoffs. His hand snaking into your hair, the other reaching into his pocket. His phone screen glaring onto my face, Love Alarm 2.0 pulled up. He gestures to my purse, your mouth falling open as you fish my phone out of your purse. Your eyes flash to his love alarm “I won't ring your love alarm” you argue weakly. A sarcastic scoff releases from his lips “I'm proving a point” you suck your teeth in annoyance, His hand removes itself from your hair, gliding its way down your neck then arms planting its self on your hips. He leans in closer only centimeters away from your lips. You pull your head to the side, as his hand flashes to your chin harshly forcing you to look at him. Tears burning your eyes as he shoves his body against yours “You think your special?” he snaps, biting your bottom lip you glare at him as you try to shove his hands off of you.

“The fuc-” he exclaims as he is forced away from you. Your tears releasing themselves from their confines behind your eye lashes and glare. Trembling you feel your throat closing around itself, everyone's eyes now on the chaotic scene you assume is there as your eyes flash to everyone's view. You notice Hyun-Woo now on the ground entangled with another, fists continuously raining down as he struggles to return the blows. Je-ni wrapping a coat around you as she ushers you out of the bar, her voice dull mummers as you remain dazed.

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Your head ringing as you remain in the shower your skin raw as you continue to rapidly scrub at the memory of Hyun-Woo's grip. You shudder at the memory; it's been 10 hours his scent never leaving your nostrils once. The feeling of disgust arose within you, the bile creeping up your throat threatening to release itself. A knock pulling you out of your thoughts. “Y/N?” Je-ni's voice cautious, the tears stream down your face as you force yourself to your bathroom door, ripping it open as you wrap your arms around her. “Babes, shhh it's okay I'm sorry I had class I should’ve stayed” she cried. Your tears streaming rapidly as you hold onto her,”shhhhh I got you Hun” she coos, her tears evident in her voice. “I got you coffee” she whines your eyes perk up to her “and a donut?” you question childlike. She chuckles “I hate you” pointing at the dresser “I got a dozen, I'm not stupid Hun. Come on let's talk” she states reaching for your towel now on the ground in the bathroom. “And put some clothes on”

“I don’t want to talk about it” You state sitting on your bed, breathing in a glazed chocolate donut. “Y/N, you're gonna have to talk about it eventually...you can't just act like it didn’t happen” you shrug in-between sips of coffee “nothing serious happened” you argue. Her eyes widen “You may not have been raped but that’s still assault, sexual assault Y/N. Did you want him to touch you like that? No. Did you ring his love alarm? Do I even need to answer that I’ve known you my whole life you’re a virgin, you’ve kissed one guy! Dang Hyun-Woo?! You wouldn’t even look at him if he wasn’t in your program and your senior mind you!”

“I just don’t want to talk about it right now!!” you bicker. “You don’t have to talk about it now!!!! But you will eventually need to talk about it you may not think it’s a big deal but it is and if Jungkook didn’t kick his ass last night I'd be hunting him down right now, He lucked out with what Jungkook did to him” Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion “wait... what do you mean? What did Jungkook do to him?” Je-ni's eyes widen in shock “Y/N, Jungkook was the one that pulled Hyun-Woo off of you. He kind of beat the crap out of him for what he was doing” You shake your head in disbelief..no fucking way. “Literally everyone is talking about it, did you really not know” You shake your head in response “I don’t remember much honestly just his hands” you lie.

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“I don’t understand why you’re going; you do know Hyun-Woo is the T.A for the coding lab right? Are you sure you’re going to be okay” Je-ni questions as you lock up your dorm room. “I'll be fine, I'm a big girl. Besides I have work study starting today and I can't just miss my first day of classes” you declare. “Fine! But text me every hour” she asserts, stomping her foot in frustration. “Yes Eomma” you scoff laughing as you run down the hall, “Tsk you brat” she ridicules as she gives chase. You rush down the stairs toward the entrance, colliding with a figure stiff as a board. You could feel their familiar scowl as you bow your head apologizing profusely. “Are you ever not a nuisance?” You hear them scold as your eyes drift up the figure, you notice the open wounds on their knuckles. Knowingly, a small ashamed pout forms on your face as you apologize again “I'm sorry sunbae-nim I'll do better” You state finally look Jungkook in his eyes. ” T-thank you for helping me last night” He nods as he walks away annoyed.

You can hear Je-ni behind you laughing. “shh” you scoff back at her making your way to the A.I building.

You’re dreading every step into the coding lab, unfortunately your first class of the day. You notice a flurry of eyes drifting to your direction. Oh, I'm going to hate this you think to yourself. The whispers only growing as Hyun-Woo enters with Professor Yang. The bruises and scars prominent on Hyun-Woos face. You shrink down into your seat with dread as Hyun-Woo begins handing out Syllabi for the program. You notice the way he lingers around you as he hands you the packet. Your fingers brushing slightly, you force your hand away as if struck by lightning. He chuckles smugly as he walks on.

The moment Professor excuses the class you're flying out of the coding lab like a chicken with its head cut off, you feel a hand gripping your forearm; your heart racing at the sudden contact as you force your arm away from the stranger “woah slow down speed demon” you hear Eunwoo chuckle. You sigh in relief a smile forming on your lips as your come to a complete halt. “You, okay? I heard what happened” he questions, you nod, a blush grows on your cheek as he smiles satisfied by your answer. “I'm okay...err I'll be okay, having a lab with him is a little difficult but I'll be fine” you respond shyly as he reaches for your bag. Your eyes widen in surprise as you hand it to him “where are you going now?” a glowing smile grows on his face, a small ping releases from his phone. Fishing it out from his pocket, a smug smile grows on his face as he shows you his phone teasingly.

1 person in a 10m radius likes you

Your eyes widen in embarrassment, he laughs it off as he bumps his shoulder with yours “you’re adorable” he chuckles. “Is it my award-winning smile?” you scoff at his remark “tsk, you know what...”

“what”

“you’re something else” you titter, gliding your way down the hall. Suddenly realizing you have no clue where your supposed to go next. “Do you know where the programming lab is?” you ask a puppy dog pout on your face. “I would sure hope so.... since I’m one of the T. A’s” he laughs “first years are so cute” you stomp your foot reaching for your bag, he yanks it to the opposite direction. Tripping over your own feet, his free hand wraps around your waist catching you; pressing your back against the wall, faces inches apart. Your eyes widen cheeks scarlet, the warmth of his hand goosebumps running up your spine. “Looks like we’re here” he states softly. His eyes drifting to the placard above my head.

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The programming lab passes in a blur, your head spinning every time Eunwoo would “accidentally” brush passed you. It became harder and harder to ignore the warmth he added to your heart as he leaned over you to assist in helping you log into the software. Your eyes never left his lips as he explained the goal and curriculum for the lab you now currently feel utterly fucked in.

You trudge toward your work study, lip between your teeth as you recall Eunwoo’s final words “I gave you my number next time you wanna do something use it” your heart soaring as you open the lecture hall door. You notice the lack of professor at the head of the room, confused you freeze as your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. You notice a figure in the darkness, “Umm...H-Hello” the figure freezes as they turn around. Your heart sinks as you begin to realize who you’ve been left with. Why? Why? Why? You cry to yourself kicking the ground as Jeon Jungkook now stands Infront of you. “Y/N...” He states devoid of any emotion. You nod subtly “sunbaenim” a small smirk forms on his lips, “the professor couldn’t make it we just have to hand out the syllabi and explain what ‘understanding Sociology’ is going to be about. I'm assuming you don’t know yet?” You shake your head in rebuttal “I studied the course syllabi and the curriculum since I found out where I will be working...it's not professional to not know what you're supposed to be doing”

He nods satisfied, “well no one is going to be here for another 20 minutes so make yourself useful and place these on this side of the room” his expression as always unreadable and stoic. Lips firmly planted in a straight line. You can’t help but notice how angelically entrancing he is. The way he holds his head high, a sense of entitlement flowing through him. “They won't place themselves out....” he calls.

First year is gonna fucking suck

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Autumn always made you feel warm, the orange and red hues bringing a smile to your face as you sit in the small café on campus. Je-ni and Starr coordinating for their latest outing. “Y/N, you should invite Eunwoo” Je-ni, your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion “who said I was going?” Je-ni pouts “But Eunwoo...” you roll your eyes in realization, “look at you and your crush......how cute, unnie” you tease. Pulling your phone out, “please please please he’s so cute I'm gonna die” she begs. You laugh as your phone pings, “well you're in luck”

To: Cha Eunwoo

Come out with me and Je-ni...?

From: Cha Eunwoo

Can I ever say no to you?

“How did you get so lucky” Je-ni whines. Starr laughs, as she gathers her things “Well I have to go to try to grab a pack of cigarettes and hide them before I meet with Yoongi, I'll see you two later” “Make sure Yoongi comes this time” Je-ni calls to her. “Make Yoongi do something... ha funny” she retorts as she blows a kiss toward us and exits. “So, I need a new outfit” Je-ni declares looking at you hopefully. You shake your head “no no I'm not going all the way to Myeong-Dong" “tsk its only 30 minutes” “from Seoul station, I have work study” you retort. “Which I'm going to be late for and Jungkook is....tsk” you scrunch your face as you gather your things. “I'll wait till you get out; thanks, love you Invite Jungkook by the way” she responds as she rushes out of the café.

Park Je-ni you're gonna be the death of me.

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Professor Kim was typically quiet, she instructed her classes with grace and sternness. She had an interest in Jungkook it was obvious the way she hung herself over him during down time during her lectures. Often bringing him coffees and treats whilst brushing your presence off. It would have surprised you how enamored by Jungkook, but the first day of her class it became a quick rule for all students and us T. As to keep our phones off as the consecutive pings rang through Jungkook’s phone.

Still, months after the semester began, the female and even some male students make it very clear they enjoy Jungkook as the T.A. Your only saving grace most of the time being Starr, as social sciences major, she reluctantly returned to the understanding sociology course after failing it her first year. Starr being the only female not entranced by Jungkook's stoic off putting behavior toward anyone who showed a subtle interest in him. Your understanding of each other grew, unfortunately you still find yourself trapped in the elegance that is Jeon Jungkook as well.

You’ve grown to understand his disdain for everyone being in love with him based on his looks. You’ve learned he enjoyed video games and reading manga. Your heart racing as you enter the lecture hall. “You’re Late Y/N” Jungkook scolded. Your eyes drift to the floor in shame. Not bothering to make an excuse you place your bag under Professor Kim’s desk. Reaching for the file that has your name placed across it. Walking around the lecture hall you place the forms Professor Kim had assigned for today on every desk.

Once you finish you notice Jungkook sat on the stage legs sprawled out across the floor eyes focused on you. “Come here Y/N” he calls. Hesitantly, you walk over to his comfortable figure as he extends a paper bag toward you. You eye the object curious “it's a sandwich” he laughs “you said you usually don’t get to eat before you come here” you smile softly at his remark taking the sandwich with a soft thank you. “You should eat before everyone comes... you said you got light headed last time”

You nod softly as you take a seat next to him taking a bite of the sandwich.

“Thank you, ummm sunbaenim....” you hesitate as his eyes flash to yours a small hmm releasing from his throat. “well..uhhh so...my friends and I are going out to drink tonight I was just wondering if you’d want to come” you ask hope filled your eyes. He looks stunned as his hand scratches the back of his neck “ummm I'm not really-”” it's totally fine you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, I just thought I'd ask” you interrupt him. You finish your sandwich; he hands you a water bottle as he stands up and proceeds to unlock the lecture hall door students piling in as you pick up your trash.

Be still my ever-beating heart.

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You stand in shock as you exit your work study, to Cha Eunwoo smile penetrating your heart causing the race to begin. “Hii, I just remembered you had your work study and I figured we can hang out till we have to meet up with Je-ni tonight...” he states brightly. You bite your lip giving him an apologetic look “I promised Je-ni I'd go shopping with her, well more like she promised herself for me but semantics I gotta go shopping” you pout. Eunwoo wraps his arm around your shoulder giving you a side hug. “Aww poor baby” he teases, you shove him off you glaring at him. “you’re lucky you're older than me...” you argue. “Anyway, I’ll come with you guys, I wouldn’t mind shopping maybe find myself a girlfriend” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Bumping his shoulder with yours.

A clearing of a throat pulling you out of your conversation, you jump out of your pants as you see Jungkook a mere few inches away from you and Eunwoo. A glare on his face as he stares at the distance between you and Eunwoo. “S-sunbaenim....” you state shocked. “You didn’t tell me where we were going tonight....and I don’t have your number” he states stoically. Your face scrunches in confusion, “oh!..h-honestly I don’t know I'm supposed to meet up with Je-ni and she was going to tell me I can take your number down and text you...o-or we live in the same building I can meet you at the social room at 7” “I'll just go with you guys” he states wrapping his hand around your elbow as he shoves himself between you and Eunwoo as you exit the Social Sciences building.

Je-ni stood outside a confused look on her face. “Jungkook is coming with us” Eunwoo grumbles, a small pout on his face. Je-ni grows a mischievous smile on her face “Ohhhh...Junkook-ie you don't usually join us often what changed this time...” she questions teasingly. Your eyes flash to Jungkook’s face, he looks unfazed by her question “I was invited this time...” She looks shocked her mouth almost fish like as she stutters at his response, a chuckle escaping you. She rolls her eyes “we shouldn’t miss the bus” as she wraps her arm around yours pulling you away.

“Soo how’d you get him to come” she whispers to you. You shrug “h-honestly... he said no then just said he was coming” Je-ni freezes, her head whipping back to stare at Jungkook. “Weird...but thank God Why is Eunwoo here?” she questions angrily. “He just said he’s coming shopping with us” you state stoically.

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Not once did you ever picture yourself, feeling so awkward as you tried on clothes. Every time you exited the dressing room, you could feel Jungkook’s gaze burning a hole into you. Je-ni squealed as the outfit she picked for you, ‘fit like a glove’ on my figure. She refused to acknowledge the obvious crush I've grown to have on Jungkook, opting make a quite loud declaration of trying to get me laid. You could hear both Jungkook and Eunwoo coughing awkwardly, at her obliviousness. She quickly apologized to the two boys who were now looking around the mirror room awkwardly.

You mentally smacked yourself in the face at your idiot best friend. She made her crush on Eunwoo fairly obvious, asking his opinion on every outfit she tried on. You thanked God you just picked the one she picked out fairly quickly as you sat between Eunwoo and Jungkook. Your stomach grumbled softly a pout forming on your face. “you’re hungry...” Jungkook whispers to you. You nod, he wraps his hand around your wrist pulling you out of the seat. Dragging you out of the store behind him, down the corridor toward the food court.

His grip releasing itself as we walk down the hall, consecutive pings coming from Jungkook’s pocket as we make our way into the food court. Young and older women whispering as Jungkook passed. If he heard the pings he ignored them, gaze not wavering from the Burger place sat center in the food court. We stood silently in the line, your hand grasping the wrist Jungkook held on to. A warmth growing through your body, another ping releasing itself from Jungkook’s pocket as his hand dives into it. You notice the way he sucks his teeth in annoyance as he places his phone on silent. “That must be really annoying....” you mumble, “you have no idea, I don’t even know why I downloaded the stupid thing. My friend Taehyung refuses to conform he likes to say” He states annoyed.

“It doesn’t make you feel...I don’t know less insecure though knowing you could have anyone you wanted?” You question genuinely curious. You see him contemplating your statement, a quick shrug of his shoulders. “The one I want....I can't be sure about...it's kind of impossible to know if she likes me back if every time, I enter a room almost every female rings my love alarm and I don’t really know who. Plus, we work together so it would be inappropriate for her to even take an interest. Besides...” he gestures to the crowd of people behind you “they only like me cause of my looks I have more substance than just my ‘pretty face’” you nod in agreement. “Yeah, you're also a nerd sunbaenim” you joke. “Why do you call me that?” he questions. “Huh?” “You call Je-ni and Eunwoo by their names....” your mouth hangs open in realization. “o-oh umm well honestly it was pretty obvious I annoyed you at first. I didn’t want to seem rude or entitled by calling you by your name considering you are older than me”

He nods quietly. “Well, you can call me by my name it makes me feel weird around everyone...” he states devoid of any emotion. “o-okay, J-Jungkook" you respond shyly.

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Your arms hurt as you, Je-ni, Eunwoo and Jungkook enter the A.I dorms.

The boys making their way to their individual rooms as you and Je-ni trudge up the stairs to the girl's dorm. A mischievous smile planted on Je-ni's face “sooo where did you and Jungkook disappear to...” she asks accusingly. “We went and got food if you must know” you retort. “People do have to eat especially when someone has us in a shop for over 2 hours trying on dozens of outfits and completely ignores our presence when ‘Eunwooie’ is around” you tease. “Can you blame me....he’s a literal god. Hes so nice and sweet and he’s hot it's just not fair.” she sighs plopping herself on your bed. “But Starr texted me while you and Jungkook were dancing around your feelings. Yoongi agreed to come if his friend Namjoon comes” She pouts. “w-what's wrong with this Namjoon guy?” you question.

Her face flashes a bright scarlet “Y/N, Kim Namjoon......you know......my step brother’s best friend” you chuckle in realization; eyes wide “Like THE Kim Namjoon, as in the guy you’ve been utterly in love with since you were 12. Girl, you haven't rung his love alarm yet?” “Yeah, you’re one to talk I assume your ringing Jungkook’s tonight then...” rolling your eyes “I have rung his...he just doesn’t know I'm one of the many damn hearts that pop up on the screen. Besides, I just became friendly with him I don’t want him thinking I'm one of those stupid girls in love with his looks” You pout kicking the ground slightly. “And what? You like him for his glowing personality?” she questions.

“He happens to be pretty cool. He’s one of the few people I can talk demon slayer and overwatch with....I'm not trying to ruin a potentially great friendship with my stupid feelings” You retort. “Trust me Hun...I'm going on 10 years with the same stupid feelings” she states, lightly brushing on a golden eye shadow. You ignore her sad expression. “Well good thin Eunwoo is going to be there then huh?” changing the subject you reach for the shopping bag with your outfit. Quickly stripping you, throw on the leotard like shirt and ripped black jeans.

Just get through tonight Y/N...........

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Jungkook and Eunwoo sat across from each other in the social room. Both sets of eyes focused on their phones. Je-ni not so gracefully clearing her throat. Their eyes flashing toward the two of you, eyes wide. Jungkook being the first to stand, quietly making his way to the exit. Your eyes flash an apologetic look at Je-ni and Eunwoo. You trudge behind Jungkook, Je-ni keeping a slower pace with Eunwoo. You notice how...comfortable she is at flirting with him; he seemed fairly receptive.

Your lack of experience preventing you from being so open with Jungkook. Your eyes flash to the god like male walking ahead of you silently. Only now noticing the dual earrings set in his left ear. His dark brown hair flowing in the autumn breeze, you imagine the thin-lipped stoic look on his face. Your eyes drifting down his arms, you’ve never noticed the muscular veiny appendage.

His usual outfit of cardigan, loose white shirt and slacks long gone, replaced by a tight black form fitting shirt; showing off his array of hidden tattoos. A pair of tight black ripped jeans and boots tying the whole outfit together. The haircut he had gotten last week pairing perfectly just enough to shatter your heart.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts at a figure frozen in front of you. “You never pay attention” You hear Jungkook chuckle, his back vibrating as your eyes widens and you mentally smack yourself in the face. “Sorry....” another low rumble from his chest, as he turns to face you. “We should wait for them” He nods his head behind you toward Je-ni and Eunwoo, you notice Je-ni locked arms with him, a shy embarrassed expression plastered across Eunwoo’s face.

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Griffin Bar was a quaint cute little bar.

You were enjoying your night so far as you downed shot after shot with Je-ni and Starr. You could see Eunwoo deeply engaged in a conversation with Namjoon, Jungkook slowly sipping his beer at the end of the table. Your eyes connecting every so often. Starr’s drunk persona coming out tenfold as she leans against your shoulder, “come outside with meeeeeeeee” she begs you. You smile at her adorable pixie like features. A small soft nod of your head, she stands reaching for her bag. Je-ni electing to come along leaving the boys to themselves.

You stand quiet as she takes a drag of the cigarette in her hand. Je-ni taking a cigarette of her own from Starr. Starr extending her open pack toward you, “o-oh, I don’t...” she shrugs placing the pack in her purse. “So, Y/N, you’ve literally spent all night eye fucking Jungkook...you ring each other's Love alarms yet?” Starr drunkenly rambles. Shaking your head rapidly Je-ni snorts, “Hun you're barking up the wrong tree Y/N wouldn’t have the balls...”

Your fake offense, “it's not like that”

Starr releases another drag of smoke out her mouth, “Girl who you tryna fool..you like him” she laughs. “Y/N sitting in a tree” Je-ni teases as a hand extends itself from behind Starr yanking her cigarette away. “Hey!” your eyes widen as you come face to face with Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook. Yoongi tossing Starr’s cigarette to the ground his foot stomping over its snuffing it out and destroying it. “You shouldn’t be smoking in the first place” He states apathetically. She rolls her eyes in response huffing her way back into the bar with Yoongi in tow. You notice the way his hand softly caresses her arm, slowly snaking its way around her waist pulling her toward his frame. He places a soft kiss on her cheek whispering something into her ear.

Your ears and cheeks growing scarlet as Jungkook stares at you teasingly.

The rest of the night the girls spent making fun of your obvious crush on Jungkook. If he heard them, he did not make it clear. Eunwoo and Je-ni engaged in a drinking game as you fading into the background. Laughter taking over every time Je-ni wiggles her eyebrows at you every time she not so subtly would brush her hand over eunwoo’s. His cheeks continuously growing redder at every touch between the two. Reaching for the bottle of strawberry soju, a large hand wrapping around it pulling the bottle in the opposite direction.

Sending a pouty look toward Jungkook, who now holds the bottle you desire. A glare on his face as he states “You’ve drunk enough...” a pout forming on your face as he takes Starr's old seat next to you, now empty as the night went on. “i-im fine-e" you argue. He rolls his eyes in response, placing the bottle on the table nearby. “You’re drunk, Y/N”

“And you’re not...?! You drank m-more than I did”

“I can hold my alcohol you...obviously can’t” he retorts.

“Aww, look at you too...Y/N did you finally tell him” Je-ni drunkenly rambles placing herself on your lap. You subtly pull her hair. “OW!” she whines her hand rubbing the spot in her head. Jungkook’s eyes focused heavily on your expression. Your eyes drifting toward the table in embarrassment.

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To say you regret taking morning courses would be an understatement. Your head rang in despair due to your hangover. Lacking the energy to actually put in effort for the day you throw on a loose white shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Careful to not wake a sleeping hungover Je-ni passed out in your bed.

Trudging your way into your coding lab, you notice the lack of professor. Hyun-Woo stood at the head of the class. Fucking great.... you think to yourself. You notice his glare throughout the lesson, his lack of enthusiasm as he hands you back your programming code. A large B plastered in the top corner, a look of shock and confusion growing on your face; a scoff releasing itself from your lips. “Something to say Y/N...” Hyun-Woo baits. Biting your tongue you shake your head, “good” he responses as he continues to hand back papers.

You sink lower into your seat dread filling you. You knew you deserved an A, but as a non-confrontational rational human being you opt for silence. Accepting the B, your heart sinks, why can't you just be stronger Y/N you internally berate yourself. You can feel the embers from Hyun-Woo's burning gaze. You notice the whispers amongst your classmates. Your throat closing around itself as bile rises from your stomach. You could feel eyes on you as the lab draws to an end. You thank your lucky stars as Hyun-Woo dismisses everyone you rush out of the class. Darting toward the computer programming course you thankfully Eunwoo can distract you from your grade A anxieties.

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Regret filled you as you entered the Social Sciences building; the memory of Je-ni and Starr’s very loud very drunk teasing on repeat in your head. Your eyes never leaving the ground as you enter the lecture hall. Thankfully Professor Kim holding Jungkook in what seems to be an engaging conversation. His cheeks red as he rubs the back of his neck. A smile plastered on his lips, Professor Kim’s bottom lip in-between her teeth. Her hand brushing over his bicep, His words from the previous day ringing through your mind.

‘The one I want....I can't be sure about...it's kind of impossible to know if she likes me back if every time, I enter a room almost every female rings my love alarm and I don’t really know who. Plus, we work together so it would be inappropriate for her to even take an interest......’

Dreadful realization filling you as you read the room, dammit why’d I come so early...you rail. Opting to come back closer to the time your work study begins you slowly begin to back out of the room; eyes never leaving the laughing pair at the head of the room. Your depth perception is terrible, going forward now going backward you’re running blind. Tripping over your own feet should have been something you expected, what else would happen when you wanted a quiet unnoticed get away.

Jumping to your feet, you notice the once close pair staring at you in shock and concern. “Hi! I-I'm okay” you exclaim embarrassed. Professor Kim nods an apologetic smile forming on her face. Jungkook sat unamused walking toward you, rushing past him toward the stage you place your bag down and grab the folder with your name on it avoiding Jungkook’s confused stare.

You could feel his eyes burning holes in the back of your head the whole lecture, every time he stood next to you; you'd move across the room. You could hear him suck his teeth a few times at your behavior.

You couldn’t help but notice the teasing stare Starr would send your way every time you’d meet eyes while Jungkook would stand next to you. Your heart ached as you would glance occasionally at his angelic features. He stood entranced by the beauty that is Professor Kim, his eyes sparkling as she spoke. A woman, a genius...perfect for the god like male stood next to you. You swallowed back the tears you held.

You didn’t understand why it hurt you so much, Jungkook never once actually showed a genuine interest in you. Over the few months at work study, you grew to a friendly atmosphere. Maybe you knew entering into this.... friendship with Jungkook would never go beyond that. Between your conversing over the latest chapter of the manga you were reading at the time and him assisting in helping you study for your coding lab, which is why you knew you deserve a goddamn A on that paper, you’ve grown a simple understanding for each other. It’s not Jungkook’s fault he was your ideal type. You should have considered the fact of the matter; you were a troublesome first year that he’s developed a tolerance for.

You noticed the glare he would give to the whispering bystanders as you would occasionally sit in the quad silently reading or grading assignments for Professor Kim. You would hold back your tears as you’d hear him snap to a dormmate that ‘Y/N isn't my girlfriend’ disgust leaking through his voice. You became confused between his kindness and tolerance. If he liked Professor Kim, you'd have to accept that; what else could you do, you could get over him.... right?

The lights came up, you look around in shock. Staring at the clock in confusion, “....is it cause what your friends said last night?” you hear Jungkook question. Your confusion still planted on your face as you tilt your head to the side. “The reason you’re ignoring me..” Your mouth forms an O at his statement. “I hope you know they were totally joking” you attest. A sarcastic look grows on his face “Sure, I believe that”

“what's that supposed to mean...” you quarrel, a small chuckle escapes his throat “I think we both know they weren't ‘just joking’, Y/N” He turns away from you as he begins picking up the disregarded essays that now have to be graded. Students filing around the room, your cheeks growing redder at his every word. Your tongue pressing against the side of your cheek. “They were drunk, nothing they said was coherent” “You’re the only one that can't hold their alcohol Y/N”

“Meaning...” “Meaning they were coherent; Starr doesn’t smoke blacked out” He baits. “They just like to tease me they do the same thing with Eunwoo” “Is that why you keep your phone off when we hang out” a smug smirk on his face as he places the essays in both our folders. You stomp your way to the stage grabbing your bag. “I forget to turn it on, remember someone was distracting the female students a certain T. A’s phone would not stop pinging” You argue stomping your foot. “I know why I'm mad they ring my love alarm...why are you so concerned about it?” He retorts. A disbelieving scoff releases itself from your chest. “I don’t like you like that” you avow. He rolls his eyes “like I said sure I believe you” “You’re being childish”

“Why do you think it’s a big deal? Ignoring me because your friends made fun of you isn't cool...”

You open your mouth to retort as he continues “the only reason you’d ignore me is if it was true. Cause you aren't stupid you know for damn sure I heard them.” “Or maybe because it's embarrassing my drunk friends keep thinking just because I have a guy friend that I have feelings for him.” you cut him off. You yank your phone out of your bag, dread filling you as you stuff it into your pocket.

“Tsk-So........turn on your Love Alarm, Y/N” He smirked smugly. His usually cold exterior gone. Your eyes drifted around the room, you gulp harshly. Your heart dropping as you notice its only you two left in the lecture room.

“Well, You want to prove your friends wrong, right? Turn it on” He urged.

You grab your phone from your pocket. Your hands shaking, you stare at the lock screen; the sunflower painting you had done laughing at you as you entered your passcode anxiously. Jungkook shifted on his feet his phone in his hand Love alarm on display with the radar circling.

“The fact that you're so hesitant proves you do like me Y/N” He teases “Why do you care” I argue. He rolls his eyes “Do you think you're the only girl that likes me? My love alarm goes off by the second, I just enjoy your presence and I'm starting to consider you a friend-sigh-but I won't consider you much if you ring my love alarm.” He snaps. You unlock your phone, your eyes drifting to his.

You open your love alarm app, your lip stuck between your bottom lip. You turn the app on.

You stare at the radar circling, heart racing. The radar stops, your eyes never leaving each others.

“Well......”

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Bravado // Tommy Shelby Imagine

(A/N - its been a long ass time and i wanted to ease myself back into writing but this ended up being long and also super super angsty. sorry that this illness imagine came during covid idk whats going on with my imagination lol. love you guys SO much thank you for always being there. reblogs, comments and likes mean everything to me.)

trigger warnings - LOTS of angst. fluff. implied smut. my hc that tommy has a fear of illness, bad descriptions of hospitals.

He knew something wasn’t right the minute his car pulled into the driveway and you weren’t waiting for him under the great concrete arch, with that smile on your face that made his knees buckle and heart race like he was a love struck teenager.

You were always there as soon as he came home. Barefoot in a broderie dress in the summer with tousled hair and baby pink toenails. Wrapped in a hand knit blanket with fire flushed cheeks and woollen socks in the winter - even running across the gravel and into his arms in the middle of a storm, the ice cold rain whipping across both of your faces as you kissed under the light of the moon.

No matter how shit his day or week or month was, no matter what stained his hands or darkened his heart, no matter what lay heavy and hard deep in his gut, seeing you made everything vanish in the night air like wisps of smoke. You made everything worth it.

He refused to give into fear, he wasn’t that kind of man, so he swallowed all of the nagging thoughts and apprehensions as he came up to the dark foggy windows and the iron cast door. It felt strange turning his key in the lock without the weight of you in his arms or the sticky peach kisses you left down his jaw and neck, the smell of the vanilla in your hair and lavender on your skin.

The second thing that sent a jolt of white hot electricity down his spine was Mary, watching him anxiously and wringing her hands in the hallway. Usually, she was calm and collected, taking his jacket and leather travel bag with her signature placid smile and gentle fingers. Usually she would return to the kitchen and finish up whatever she was making - a hearty roast lamb with rosemary and garlic and glazed potatoes or a pheasant pie with honeyed carrots, always followed by a three layer chocolate ganache cake that was so thick and rich you practically had to saw through the sponge. She would always have dinner piping hot and dripping with gravy by the time the two of you returned downstairs, no matter how many hours it took for you to get... reacquainted.

Now she looked sheepish and pale, her skin almost translucent under the syrupy yellow lights. There was something about the way she stood, as still as a wraith, that made his blood run cold.

“Mary. Where is she?”

“Mr Shelby, I - ” Her voice was strained and hesitant, like a slowly fraying rope.

“Where is my wife?”

She moved forward, creases forming around her eyes. “We tried ringing you in Liverpool but the hotel said that you had already left, so we...”

“You rang me? Why? What’s happened?” He couldn’t hold back the desperation in his voice, and it lingered and festered around them both like a poisonous gas.

“Mrs Shelby came down with something a few days ago, we thought that it was just a common cold but unfortunately she seems to be getting worse.”

He tore upstairs before he could even think, his shoes leaving perfect muddy footprints on the cream carpet. He almost slipped at the top, and he lurched forward, his hands reaching out and holding onto the portrait hanging above the stairs for stability.

It was the oil of the two of you. A soft, personal picture that revealed more than he ever possibly could. The love in your gazes, the hint of a soft, drunk smile on the dangerous gangsters face as you leaned into him, melting into him like butter, him holding onto you as though he couldn’t bear to let you go. It was his favourite photo, one that always washed a sense of calmness over him, a reminder of the woman that he loved and the way he felt around you. But now he felt as if was riding out a terrible storm.

He lived his life with no fear, he was capable and practical and used to the sound of bullets and the copper sweet smell of blood. There was really only one thing, one terrible thing that he couldn’t control, and that was what drove him crazy.

Sickness.

It gnawed at his insides like a rabid dog, clawed under his skin and settled behind his ribs. Losing someone he loved was like ripping out a piece of his heart straight from his chest, and he knew better than anyone what it was like to lose somebody to a violent, quick death - the pull of a trigger or the smack of a fist. At least in those moments he could lock them away in his mind, he could leap in front of a bullet or crack the neck of any man who dared to get too close to you, but there was almost nothing he could do to stop sickness, and the devastation it caused.

When you first met him it had been a surprise, almost amusing, that this powerful God of a man had these small little quirks. His house was always sparkling clean and smelling of Lysol, his fruit bowls were filled with citrus fruits and round, plump blueberries. He always made sure you were wrapped up warm in the winter, always placing his coat around your shoulders and bringing an extra pair of gloves in case you forgot yours. It was adorable, the way he took care of you,

It wasn’t till a little bit later when you learnt of those he had lost. His mother and his childhood sweetheart taken away from him much too soon. It broke your heart when he told you late one night of the sallow tint of their skin and the way he could almost see them vanishing from earth, the way that illness had moulded and changed those he loved the most.

You understood.

Your best friends older sister had died of tuberculosis when you were young. The elderly woman across the street from your first flat had passed away from a bout of horrendous smallpox. Your brother lost his first child to pneumonia. Times were changing but the fear of disease was ever present. Medicine was improving and so was knowledge, but still there remained a huge, dark cloud of what could happen, one that always hung around your husbands head.

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All Tommy could think was the worst as he ran through the landing. His heart was in his ears and his bones felt loose, like the sweet liquorice the two of you would share at the pictures. He came to a stop by the bedroom door, tentatively pressing his palm onto the wood and ever so slightly pushing it open, listening to the gentle creak it made.

The room was warm. The lace curtains were pulled shut, and your favourite lavender candles were flickering on your vanity, casting syrupy shadows against the wall. He exhaled loudly as he saw you, bundled up under a mountain of satin sheets and hand crocheted blankets, your hair splayed across the pillows.

He moved to your bedside, pretending not to notice the large, untouched jug of water and the tissue box next to you, hoping and silently praying that you weren’t sick - just asleep and waiting for him, ready to wrap your arms around his neck.

You were silent, your lips parting every so often as you breathed, your chest rising and falling. He reached out gently, as though he was picking up shards of glass, and brushed his fingers against your cheek. Your forehead was beading with sweat, your cheeks flushed, and yet your skin was ice cold to the touch. He recoiled quickly, his heart dropping like a weight into his gut, and he inhaled a shaky, deep breath.

He saw something curled up beside your hands, a fluffy white cloud with sparkling emerald green eyes trained on him. Despite everything, he smiled. He thought of your birthday - of strawberry cheesecake and champagne, and surprising you with a ribbon wrapped little kitten as you woke up. He thought of that day often. How you smiled and leapt onto him with tears in your eyes, his whole world blissfully quiet as he spent the day in bed with you and your new best friend.

He would have preferred a big dog, one with sharp teeth and a menacing gaze to ward of visitors whilst he was away. But you were drawn to the tiny, malnourished runt of the litter who was scared of his own shadow. A kitten no bigger than the size of his clenched fist. A little white hairball who only ate and drank from fine pink saucers. A cat that had a very frustrating habit of crawling in the bedroom right as Tommy’s hand was up your skirt and his lips on the sweet spot of your neck, the tiny thing mewling and crying until you picked him up and nuzzled him into your chest.

He was a horse lover through and through, and never saw himself having time for any other pets. But in the summer when you saw the litter from one of John’s barn cats and fell in love with the sweet baby who mewled and cried and crawled right into your lap - he knew that he would give you anything and everything you wanted.

Including a cat who refused to accept that Tommy was the man of the house.

“Hello, boy.” He said, leaning over to scratch Comet under the chin, using a voice he only reserved for the two of you. “Have you been looking after my girl whilst I’ve been gone?”The cat meowed loudly in reply, pressing his head into Tommy’s palm but not moving from his spot beside you.

Tommy suddenly felt you shift under him and his heart lurched into his throat. He turned to face you, cupping the side of your clammy face as your eyelids fluttered open, blinking under the candlelight. A rush of red hot heat built up in his belly as you registered him, that angelic smile growing on your face, your tired eyes glimmering with recognition of the man you loved.

“Tommy?”

“Hi, Princess.”

You smiled sadly. “You’ve been gone for weeks - I missed you.”

He felt his brows crease as he rubbed along your jawline softly, trying to stop you from falling back asleep. He felt panic in his throat as sour as vomit, and he tried to bite back the nagging feeling that something was very wrong.

“No, sweetheart, I’m early. It’s only Thursday. I left on Monday.”

“Oh.” You said softly, your voice as gentle as the breeze rustling through the trees outside. “Well let me welcome you back properly - let me make you a lemon drizzle or a...” You lifted your head from the pillow and shuffled under your blanket, but he pressed his hands against your shoulder and held you down.

“No. You’re staying right here.”

“But - ”

“No.”

“Hmm. Don’t leave me, Tommy.”

“Never.” He said, his tone firm and cast like stone. He stroked your hair softly as your breathing slowed, but it didn’t nothing to quell the hard thump of his heart in his chest.

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Tommy left the room as quietly as he could after you had fallen asleep in his arms. He hadn’t wanted to move, not when you were pressed against his chest, looking ethereal but vacant, sweat beading under your brow and your face lacking colour. He wanted to stay with you, curled up by his side, his fingers laced through yours, the sound of your heart thumping in his ears.

But he was a man of action, and seeing you there - your lips cracked and dry, shudders passing through your body and goosebumps raised over your skin - he couldn’t fight the fiery urge to do everything in his power to make you feel alright again.

He found Mary waiting outside the door, chewing on the skin of her lips and swaying on the balls of her feet in anticipation. He grabbed her by the arm, harder than he meant to and something he would apologise for later, and pulled her downstairs, determined to let you rest whilst he got some answers. As soon as they reached the drawing room he spun her around, clenching his jaw and pointing a finger at the anxious maid.

“Where the fuck is the doctor? Why isn’t he here?”

“Mr Shelby.” She said, stepping forward calmly. “We phoned Doctor Moore and he came on Tuesday to see her.”

“Tuesday?” He seethed. “My wife has been ill since Tuesday and no one called me?”

Mary raised her hands in defeat, making it clear that the decision wasn’t hers to make. “He said it was nothing of concern . He gave her some antibiotics and told her to rest. She asked us herself not to call you, she knows how you.. worry.”

He ignored her sugar coated attempt to quell his anger, but if anything it made his vision darken. “When it’s my wife, It is always my concern.”

“Mr Shelby, we were just doing what we were told. As soon as we noticed she wasn’t getting better we phoned the surgery again, but Doctor Thomas was out for the day and said he didn’t think it was necessary to come round again, so we -”

“I don’t give a fuck. My wife is the number one priority. Ring every doctor in England if you have to, get somebody out here now to see my wife.”

He stormed away, anger pulsating through his veins, but he stopped suddenly, and threw out over his shoulder:

“And call Doctor Moore’s ’office. Tell him to expect a visit from the blinders soon.”

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Once, when you were first dating, you found Tommy at the door to your flat at midnight, with scraped knuckles and blood dripping from his nose. You let him in, cleaned him up and sat with him in the bath until his skin was clear and his breathing was even. He knew that night, as you were pressed against his chest and his lips were pressed to your scalp that he was truly, madly and completely in love with you.

He remembered waking up the next morning, love drunk and blissful, and finding the bed beside him empty. He found you in the kitchen, wincing slightly and pressing a hot water bottle to your belly as you buttered a few pieces of toast. He rushed to your side with eyes as wide as saucers, concern lacing the features that were usually ice cold and hard as stone. You were completely baffled as he held you at arms length, his bright cerulean eyes trailing up and down your body for any signs of injury he might have missed. You were bewildered at the sight of the powerful man practically on his knees as he made sure you were alright, and you bit back a giggle as his warm palms spread over your abdomen.

“What is it? Whats wrong?”

“Tommy. Sweetheart.” You said softly, bringing his gaze level to yours. “It’s just - you know - that time of the month.”

He brushed off your embarrassment and ran his fingers through your hair, pressing a uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead, sending a swarm of butterflies around the pain in your stomach.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, half ready to run down to the corner shop and buy any amount of painkillers or chocolate bars or your favourite lavender tea that you might need; not caring who saw the seemingly terrifying gang leader in the street with an armful of strawberry laces and salt water fudges.

You smiled like the summer sun and he melted, pulling you close as you whispered in the shell of his ear that you only needed him, and that was all you ever needed.

That was the first time you fully saw the extent of Tommy’s fear, but it definitely wasn’t the last. He knew he wanted you forever and always, and it took only six months of neck kisses and pillow talk, red hot jealousy and possessive hands across your skin and dancing in the rain and falling asleep under the pale yellow moon for him to put a ring on your finger. You were both consumed by your love, as though it was the only thing that mattered, it was insatiable and powerful - the wonderful mix of the devil and his sweet little angel.

And with that, came the good and the bad.

Like when you got food poisoning after Arthur cooked you a Sunday lunch to cheer you up whilst Tommy was gone. He came home to you retching over the toilet bowl with Mary holding back your hair, and swore that he would kill his brother with his own hands. Or when you slipped on ice and broke your arm while out with friends in London, and Tommy went ballistic and tried to ban you from ever leaving the house. It was just in his nature, how he always made sure you walked on the side furthest from the road, kept an arm slung around you whenever you were together, kept his eyes alert and vigilant no matter where you were - always looking out for his girl.

But he had never been like this.

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You were falling in and out of sleep. Waking up drowsy and heavy headed, squinting under bright lights, an ache in your skull and a burning in your throat. Every so often you felt a pinch in your upper arm, a squeeze on your palm, a kiss on your forehead - but you always drifted back into unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you woke up. The room was dark and you could hear the wind howling and whipping rain across the windows. You felt all too hot and all too cold at the same time, and the bed was damp with sweat. You struggled and tried to sit up, your head swaying and feeling as heavy as one of Tommy’s marble statues; as if you had been carved up and moulded. You could hear voices out in the hall, and unsteadily got to your feet, moving towards the noises.

“Pneumonia?” You heard through the thick wooden door, instantly recognising your husbands voice. “That’s impossible.”

“Sir...”

“Fucking. Impossible.” You knew his teeth were clenched.

The other man cleared his throat.“I know that it’s hard to hear, Mr Shelby, but your wife is very sick.”

“Just...” You felt your heart flutter and clench in your chest as the sound of his broken words, could practically feel his desperation and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. “Just tell me how to make her better.”

The second man spoke again, his voice softening and lowering, something you knew Tommy would hate. “Mr Shelby, the first round of antibiotics didn’t work and that means that it’s time for something stronger. Usually I would suggest the Birmingham hospital but I don’t think it’s equipped for...” He paused, trying to think over his words carefully. He wanted to convey the severity of the situation but also didn’t want to risk getting a bullet in his head from your very protective husband. “...This kind of reaction. I recommend we send her down to London for extra testing.”

“London? That’ll take two fucking hours. How the fuck can you recommend letting my wife travel that far? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“I’m my opinion this is the wisest choice to make, but unfortunately that could mean your wife might get worse before she gets better.”

“Worse than she already is? That’s not an option.”

The man you assumed was the doctor was insistent, trying his best to portray the severity of the situation but failing as your hardheaded husband had already come to a decision.

“I’ll look after her here. She’s safest with me.”

Once Tommy had spoken that was the final result, and the doctor slinked away into the darkness and shook his head. You remained peering from behind the door, your tongue between your teeth and your heart hammering.

Tommy took one look at you and frowned, scooping you in his arms like a baby despite your protests. He ignored you, acting playfully and cheerful but you could feel his heated skin and the see flare of his nostrils. You wanted to help him but didn’t know how, and let him tuck you under the covers once again. He kissed your crown and stroked your hair and you wanted to speak but no words would leave your mouth.

“You stay there this time. You know I have no problem with tying you to the bed.”

You rolled your eyes as he left, and his clenched fists and tightened shoulders told you all you needed to know.

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Comet watched from his spot beside you as Tommy wrestled with the fire. He had noticed you shivering despite your high temperature, and bundled you up in blankets whilst sparking matches beside the fireplace. There were raindrops across his shoulders, evidence that he had been outside and to the log store right at the end of the property - a job that had always been for the Groundskeeper. Your precious cat nudged the tips of your fingers as you sighed and watched your husband throw kindling onto the coal, a deep unease settling over your gut.

“Tommy, my love, I’m fine.” It wasn’t exactly true but you felt he needed to hear it. But you could practically see your words wash over him and evaporate like ocean spray.

He was shaking a metal tin in his palm as he worked, and you groaned and let your head hit the pillow as he pulled out two round chalky tablets. You winced as he placed them beside your glass, your mouth already tasting like the sour talc medicine you had come to loathe. He raised his eyebrows and shot you a look that told you he wasn’t far off plugging your nose with his fingers to force you to swallow, and you childishly stuck up two fingers as you took them.

Your stomach rumbled with nausea and you bit back the bile in your throat as you settled into the pillows. You watched your husband as he pulled off his crisp white shirt, revealing his taut tan stomach and the deep ink tattoos that you loved to trace with your fingertips and your lips. There was something about him standing there, with those damn cerulean eyes and hidden muscles, that boyish hair and slender fingers that you wanted desperately around your throat, that made a million tiny fireworks spark inside of you.

But instead you pushed him away from you despite your body wanting nothing but him wrapped all around you. “Don’t get too close. I might have something contagious. I can’t have you getting sick.”

He ignored you, smiling inwardly at the way you always put others before yourself. It was one of the million reasons he had fallen for you. You were sweating out a high fever and shivering in pain, and yet you always thought of him first. He pressed his lips to your temple and pulled you closer, knowing that skin to skin was a way to bring down a fever - even if it meant he had to restrain himself from tugging off your pretty little white nightgown and whatever frilly things you had on underneath.

“I’m not going anywhere. Fuck it if I catch anything.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m the one who will have to dote on you hand and foot, you big baby.” You teased, pressing yourself into him playfully, finally giving in.

He held you like a child, trying to hard to soften despite the way you felt underneath him. Everything on him was running a mile a minute, and he couldn’t help but want to try everything and everything to make you feel better. His hand was pressed against your temple to always try and measure your fever, his other palm across your chest to try and count your heart rate.

He could hear Mary treading across the landing carpet but he ignored his anxious maid, instead letting himself be completely consumed by the only thing that mattered - you.

This was something he had to do by himself. He was the only one who could care for you he reminded himself. And he let the words tumble over and over in his skull until they were all he could hear.

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You had been asleep for a long time.

Every hour, after pacing the length of the hall and sanitising his hands and wiping the beads of sweat above your brow and above your breasts he woke you up and held a cool glass to your lips. You mumbled and moaned and pushed him away but he kept his fingers across your wrist - harsher than he ever had before - and kept you as close to him as possible.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had cooked. Perhaps it was last valentines when the two of you had camped out under the stars, drinking icy white wine and sharing stolen, day drunk kisses. That night he had roasted a chicken over the fire and it had burnt to a crisp as the two of you rolled around the grass, his head buried in your neck as you giggled at the poultry going up in flames.

He was trying now though, easy, plain substantial meals that wouldn’t upset your stomach. Boiled egg and dippy soldiers. Crackers with smooth cheese. Bubbly water and ginger biscuits. Each time he went upstairs you pushed him away, your whole body shuddering and almost retching, and he felt like smashing the plates against the wall at his defeat.

It had been almost thirty six hours since he had come home and it had been almost as long since you had eaten something, and his heart thundered and shattered in his chest when he found you gasping and wheezing over the toilet bowl when you had taken a bite of toast to calm him. He rarely left you alone, only for a few minutes to put the still full dishes in the sink, to ring Lizzie and tell her that he wouldn’t be coming for reasons that he refused to disclose, to smoke a cigarette under the grey stone archway, his shaking hands and bitten fingernails barely visible through the sleepy rolling fog.

He had grabbed handfuls of papers and the brass ink pen you had got him for your anniversary and broke his own rule - bringing work into your bedroom. It had always been a sacred space. For candlelight and soft laughter, aching hands and heart shaped bruises, a sanctuary for him to breathe and to love and to be loved fully in return. But he was afraid if he didn’t have a distraction, he might just completely lose it, and he had to be there for you.

So he sat squinting in his glasses, the room almost completely dark save for a few candles because of the migraines that had started to spread throughout your skull, and let himself be drawn into the mess of squiggly lines and numbers that suddenly didn’t add up, with you still centre stage in his peripheral.

After about forty minutes of rereading the same sentence a dozen times to try and make some sense of it, he heard your voice, like a small crack spreading across a sheet of ice, coming from the bed.

“Tom?” You sounded so weak, he practically flipped your cream vanity as he got to his feet and darted towards you. “I don’t feel well.”

He lifted you as you reached your arms up at him like a child. He almost gasped at the sweat pouring from your body but didn’t want to scare you, and instead held your shaking, shivering body against his own. How could you be so hot, yet so cold at the same time? Your skin was prickled with goosebumps yet you were burning with a fever, and for the first time in a long time, he had no fucking idea what to do.

He left you propped up against the headboard and he entered the bathroom. He ran over to the claw foot tub you loved, twisting the faucet and trying to find the perfect medium between boiling hot and freezing cold. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, just try and soothe your raging fever, and he ignored the shelves of expensive bath oils and scented soaps that you coveted, instead opting for a handful of something meant to ease tension - praying to whoever was listening that it would help you somehow.

There was a brutal, awful moment as he lifted you from the bed, limp as a rag doll, where he imagined what would happen if your heart were to stop. He couldn’t comprehend what it would be like to miss the weight of you in his arms, the smell of your skin, the feeling of your lips against him, the shovels stopping and fading into nothing. It hit him square in the chest, as merciless as a bullet, and he had to lean against the doorframe to stop the two of you from plummeting to the ground.

He undressed himself first. Tugging his white shirt off, sliding off his slacks and his underwear, keeping you as close to his chest as he could. Then he pulled your nightgown up and over your head. He gathered your hair and secured it up with a claw clip so that it was away from your face, the heat radiating off your neck as fierce as the fire now burnt down to ash in the bedroom.

He lowered the two of you into the bath, sinking down beneath the eucalyptus smelling lukewarm water, letting it wash over you both. Your teeth were chattering and you were barely awake. He gathered handfuls of water, letting it drip over your shoulders and pulse points, grabbing a washcloth and running it over your raised skin, hating how you barely registered his touch. As he scrubbed over your collarbones and up to your face he saw your lips had turned to an awful, silvery blue, as vibrant as a fresh bruise. He hissed and tugged on the plug, now determined to get you wrapped up in a fresh towel and tucked back into bed.

You were soft and placid and he helped you out, lacking the usual fire that he adored. Your eyes were glassy and missing their vibrance, like the vanishing spark of a lighter - and he felt miles and miles of invisible distance between the two of you. You were unsteady on your feet and he used his body to prop you up as he warmed your arms with a fluffy white towel. You suddenly stopped, lifting your hand to your mouth as you started to cough - a horrible, dry, gasping cough.

He noticed it almost immediately. His eyes darting to the splatter of red against the white, a smudge of crimson that was as loud and commanding as a siren, a warning signal that something was definitely not right. A bead of scarlet that would linger long behind his closed eyelids.

He managed to get you back into bed, remaining calm as he stroked your hair and kissed your temple. He tucked you under the duvet and waited for your breathing to even before he ran downstairs, his heart thumping in his ears as he practically ripped the phone off of the wall.

“Pol? Fuck. I think - I think I need help.”

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The room smelt like bleach and metal. Unfamiliar and clinical. There was something hard on your chest and covering your mouth, it tasted like wet pennies and was as heavy as a hand over your throat, but for the first time in days you could finally breathe. You tried to sit up, but there was a needle in your chest, a gown you didn’t recognise cut straight down the middle to accommodate it. You struggled and lifted the thin bedsheet above your shivering torso, trying to look around the cold room.

“Careful!”

It was Polly, dressed immaculately despite her surroundings. She reached out and placed a manicured hand across yours, and you smiled at the woman who had always been a calming influence when you had joined the circus of a family. There was concern in her eyes, rimmed with black eyeliner and lifted lashes but still swimming deep around her pupils. That made you frown, and you moved as much as you could to face her.

“What happened?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth, choosing her words. “You gave us quite a fright, love.”

“I did?” Your memories of the past few days were much like a fever dream, blurry and distorted snapshots were all you could really remember.

“Your pneumonia got worse. A lot worse.” She paused, looking over to the door and you followed her gaze. “They found fluid in your lungs.”

“So...” You started, gesturing to the needle in your abdomen and the breathing apparatus around your head.

She nodded. “Yes. You were in surgery. It was touch and go for a little bit.”

“Really?” You were bewildered. You couldn’t remember anything, let alone having major surgery. You looked her straight in the eye, asking her the questions that had been on the tip of your tongue since you had woken up. “Where is he? Where’s Tommy?”

“He’s outside.” She clicked her tongue, reaching deep into her purse and pulling out some hand cream, gently rubbing your dry hands like she was your mother. You leant into her touch despite all of your questions.

“What? Why?”

“I think he blames himself. God knows what goes on in that mans head. All I really know is he was bloody terrified.” She paused, looking over in the distance. “I’ve never seen him so scared, not even on his wedding day.” She smiled sadly, trying to lighten the mood, but it soon faded. “He didn’t leave your side the whole time you were asleep.”

Your heart thumped in your chest, a soft aching that you knew all too well. “I want to see him.”

“I know you do. But right now...” She stopped right as a handful of nurses entered, clad in long blue dresses with white aprons, hair tied back and smelling of strong soap and disinfectant. You lost Polly in the bustle as one spoke softly to you before tugging on the needle right beside your ribs, your eyes just catching hers as she left, a promise to see you soon on her lips.

It wasn’t her you saw next, but Tommy.

The nurses had cleaned you up with wet flannels and bowls of warm soapy water. Your hair had been braided and your face washed, and walked you arm in arm over to the bathroom so you could relieve yourself. A skittish doctor followed after, his eyes darting across you and his touch gentle as he changed your dressings and took your blood - obviously under strict instructions from your husband, and despite everything, you smiled.

You were sat listening to the clock tick. A romance novel you had been given was dangling dangerously close to the end of the bed, but you were too tired to focus on it. You heard the door squeal softly, and the sound of familiar footsteps across the tiling, each small thud sending shockwaves across your spine.

“Tommy.”

He looked tired. Exhausted rather, as though he had been awake all the hours that you had been asleep. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was sallow and bruised. His clean shaven face was dark with stubble and his hair was ruffled and unwashed. You longed to reach out to him and cradle him against you, but he stood in the doorway, lingering like a ghost.

“Tommy?” You repeated, your voice almost a whisper, breaking his already shattered heart once again.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

You smiled softly, like spun sugar and sweet honey. No hospital bed or itchy gown could dull your infectious light. “Better now.”

He approached you almost cautiously. He settled down on the hard chair beside your bed and stroked a line down from your temple to your lips, his touch setting you alight like an electrical storm. There was a sadness in his eyes that reminded you of how he got when things were bad, and you willed him to come back to you. His touch was tentative and he inhaled shakily as you cupped his hand with yours, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of his palm.

“Don’t scare me like that. Ever.” He was stern, as though hoping his words would make it true. “I mean it.” He kept his gaze on your pretty face, trying his best not to stare at the harsh bruising on your delicate flesh or the sickly tone of your skin.

“Tommy I’m going to get sick, even you can’t stop that.” You teased gently.

“I can bloody well try.” His hands cradled your face, pulling you into him and kissing you fiercely, still mindful of the wires and tubes taped to your body. There was something about the tenderness and deep longing in the kiss that when mixed with your total exhaustion and love for your husband prompted tears to start falling from your eyes. You sniffled as he pulled away, concern dripping from his beautiful features, his powerful mind wanting to do everything and anything to stop your hurting.

“Hey, hey.” He said, running his calloused fingertips under your eyes and wiping your tears away. You leant into his touch and he kissed your temple, squeezing you even tighter into him. “You know I hate it when you cry.” He toyed with your hair and winked playfully. “Besides, all you need to focus on is getting better. You’re going to have to take care of me when we get home, this week has given me a fucking stroke.”

You rolled your eyes, kissing the inside of his wrist. “You’re a idiot, Thomas Shelby.” You blinked at the clock looming above you both, wanting to stay in your blissful bubble but also knowing that Aunt Pol would probably be in the vicinity harassing a poor nurse over your results. “You should go and find Polly, let her know that everything’s alright.”

He shook his head and nuzzled his nose across yours, an act so innocent that your heart dipped and swooped in your chest. “Later.” He said, breathless and consumed by you. Everything had been too much. Almost losing you had been harrowing, it had punctured him completely and he just needed to feel his girl safe and warm around him. He needed to know that you weren’t found anywhere.

“I just want to stay here for a while. Just me and you.”

You grinned. “Always.”

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Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

#Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batboys #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Headcanons #Slight OOC but hey If DC can't stay in character neither should I

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imnotataxiservice · 2 years

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The Light of Long Dead Stars

Gif credit: martymcfly

1. The Long Sleep

Chapters: 2 3 4 5

Word count: 1631

Warnings: none!

Summary: After many years, the Child is found, but there’s more than just his powers that are awakened by the arrival of the Mandalorian.

Din Djarin X Fem!Reader in which you promise to always stay with the Child- even when you have no body to follow him with.

A/N: My first tumblr fic, with my favourite space cowboy. I may also post this on AO3 but I haven’t decided yet lol. This will be multi-chapter so part 2 will be around soon :)

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You don’t remember.

If there’s one certainty in your existence, it is that; you don’t remember how you came to be here. There were whispers, little snippets of yourself that you once knew, but those had faded as the years passed, as the youngling grew darker and more fearful, as your bond weakened and you slipped away.

It all felt like… drifting, or being submerged in the deepest darkest waters. Like a speck of dust in space, blown about by the winds, pulled in by passing comets and being pushed out again, deposited on barren planets. No steady orbits, nothing to keep track of. You weren’t anywhere, but you were cold, and it was getting so dark and lonely.

It shouldn’t be like this.

He couldn’t see you anymore, your youngling. He hadn’t been able to for a while, and maybe it had hurt once, but that too had faded to a soft ache, and you thought that maybe he’d done it on purpose. Maybe it hurt him to look at you. Maybe, sometimes, you knew why.

Then, after so long that you’d forgotten about everything that came before, something bloomed in your chest and the universe settled around your eyes again, dull and dusty and smelling of smoke and blood. In front of you, a little metal pod. It opened to reveal a baby, green and wrinkled and awake, reaching upward to something that reached back, a yellow-fingered glove passing through you to meet the little claw.

Their hands met through your ribcage, and it was the first warm thing you’d felt in years.

You started to fade out again after that, though you tried to cling to them, the baby and this metal man who found him. You couldn’t touch them, you passed through them like smoke, and they couldn’t hear you. You drifted along behind them, buffeted by dry winds, not feeling the heat of the sun. You had once existed in a phantom blanket around the Child, now you were struggling to find him as he was lead away, cooing and blinking at his new friend.

Friend. You hoped it was a friend. Though your memory was foggy, you had the feeling that the child hadn’t known many friends.

A glint of light on shiny silver metal, and you found them again. A silver helmet. Pretty, still cool even in the harsh rays of the desert sun. It didn’t feel like anything else he wore; you were in the air and sand, you could feel the thrum of life in everything, the creatures sleeping below and the microscopic bugs in the air, even the man’s pulse from neck to foot, but beneath that metal… nothing. It was a solid wall between you and whatever wore it. It sent you reeling, and though it was like a shiny silver beacon, signalling where to find the child, it repelled you, too. You kept as close as you could without touching it, instead lingering around his legs, or the Child’s pram, and tried to stay present.

Someone had stolen something; the man was angry. Then came another, someone older, someone not human- Kuiil, you would learn. He seemed kind, patient, and he seemed to sense you; wherever you decided to settle, whether it be on a rock or a particularly bright patch of sand, his eyes would flit over as if you were visible, if only for a second.

Jawas. Did you remember Jawas? Possibly. They seemed pretty memorable. The man, Mando, didn’t seem to like them at all, but their fast-paced bargaining and clever hands amused you. He couldn’t understand them. But you did. They wanted the Mudhorn egg.

Bad idea. You wanted to tell him so, but he couldn’t hear you. The Child’s ears twitched, but he made no other indication that he knew you were there. On they went, into the nest, and you had to witness this strange metal man getting thrown around like a rag doll, unable to help or even say ‘I told you so’. Only when the Child reached his hand out to stop the Mudhorn did you feel substantial; his use of the force slammed you violently into reality, cementing your presence, throwing the world into sharp focus; you weren’t a piece of air, but something more, something conscious. The use of the Force unlocked a deep memory, a sense of identity you hadn’t had in so long. You knew this child. You knew him, and you knew about those powers he wielded. A whisper, telling you that you had wielded them too.

You still faded out, occasionally. But you always managed to come back, to a ship and a silver helmet, big green ears and the blur of hyperspace. It felt like you were keeping a promise.

“Turn around,” you urged, the plea falling on deaf ears as the Mandalorian took the child to Nevarro, walking through the streets with purpose. You felt wrong, your instinct told you that darkness lay ahead. The Child cooed in his little pram, ears twitching. You tried to pull on the metal, stop the pram from going any further, but it ghosted through your fingers (have you always had fingers?), carrying him away. You tried to stand in front of the Mandalorian, but he just moved past you too- though thanks to that metal helmet, he couldn’t pass through you, only buffet you to the side. It was the only thing you could really interact with, and all it did was reject you.

“He’s afraid,” you said, as Mando took the beskar payment. Beskar. The metal was an obstacle for users of the Force. You shivered, feeling nauseous as the youngling was exchanged- a tiny, vulnerable thing, being turned over for money. The child let out a cry as he was taken away and you followed, deciding that if he was in the hands of the enemy, the least you could do was ensure that he wasn’t alone.

You watched the Doctor examine him, fascinated and unbothered by his distress. He poked and prodded and you wanted to fight, to push them apart, to bring the whole building down and take the child away someplace safe, but you couldn’t even find the strength to dislodge the Doctor’s glasses. It was frustrating, and when the Doctor began to prepare a needle take blood from the child, you screamed in frustration, feeling so utterly helpless that it was all you could do not to fall apart. Beside you, the trolley carrying medical equipment rattled, and you swore that the child’s big brown eyes shifted in your direction, afraid and pleading. Maybe he heard you.

Maybe, after all this time, he was looking for you.

You began to sing. Soft, low and soothing, a song you didn’t realise you knew, but as it spilled from your mouth you realised it was ingrained into you, a part of you that couldn’t ever disappear. And the child heard you. He turned his little head and stared at where you were, though he seemed to look through you, and you remembered something else; you had sung him this song before. His favourite lullaby. There were sweet memories and sad ones attached, and one so painful that you trembled. But he found comfort in it again, you could tell, and so you sang it, soothing him through the pain of the needle, the fear of being trapped. You stood right by him through it all, your hand resting on the table through his. You hoped he could feel it.

“I will never leave you,” you whispered, a promise you’d made before. You felt him them, a tentative brush of childlike fear in your mind. A familiar and welcome presence. A very quiet ‘do you promise?’.

“I do. Its all that matters now,” you replied. “You have never been alone, Grogu. And you never will be.”

The loss of blood made him weak and you sang him to sleep, keeping up the tune even when he was out, hoping that your voice echoed through the walls for all inside to hear, a clear declaration that whilst the Mandalorian was gone, someone was still here, watching over the child.

You were drifting away when he came back.

You had found that it was difficult to stay around when Grogu was sleeping so deeply, and as the hours passed, your song had been silenced and your presence had faded into almost nothing once more. You were running out of energy, barely more than a dust mote in the blinking lights of the lab, when you heard fighting, and the noise stirred your youngling. It didn’t wake him completely. But it was enough to keep you there.

“Please,” you prayed, teeth chattering. “Please be here to help him. Please, please, please…”

The Doctor was working, becoming agitated by the commotion, but he didn’t have time to do much before the Mandalorian was on him, and you felt a wave of relief, watching as he tossed the man aside and reached for the child. He was all silver now- already putting his payment to use. You weren’t sure how to feel about it. You decided to deal with it later.

“You shouldn’t leave him alive,” you warned, barely an echo as he turned and left, the Doctor cowering in the corner. “Leave him alive and he’ll just be a problem later.”

Too late. Mando was on his way out. You took one last look at the Doctor, shaking your head, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last of him, before you turned away and followed the Mandalorian out, eyes fixed on the little bundle in his arms.

You would never leave him. It was a promise you intended to keep.

#Mando #Din Djarin #Din Djarin x reader #Mandalorian #i love the tin can man

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usedtobe-angstyoikawa · 3 years

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Mask

Zuko x reader (tea shop au)

Summary: you become friends with the two baristas from your favorite tea shop and slowly start to fall for one of them (keep in mind this takes place in the modern day, covid is still around sorry :p)

A/n: I came up with this love story kind of idea while in quarantine since where I’m from things are still pretty messy (not just because of covid but the whole country is a mess lol) so it’s hard for me to imagine love scenarios that are so different from the reality I’m currently living in. That being said, this seemed to be good enough to make my brain enjoy it while also tricking it into believing maybe it could happen to me one day (even though I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die alone :’) Anyways I was thinking of making these a series? Don’t know maybe I won’t finish it I’m too busy but I’ll give it a try

Warnings: none at lest yet

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Being alive during a pandemic isn’t easy, not to mention how stressing it is to be a college student as well. The combination of trying to take care of yourself while also loosing your mind and dealing with anxiety isn’t the best. The student life is already tiring on its own, but the social interaction and good fun memories that come with it makes it a little less dreadful. Of course, that is gone now too, so we’re left with only the overworking-yourself-till-your-body-gives-out part of the experience. It may sound depressing but after a bit more than a year you learn to live with it, you adapt and find new ways to relax and have fun.

That’s why you’ve been visiting the new tea shop near your house. It opened a few months ago and since you first stepped foot in the warm, inviting place you haven’t been able to go a day without their so contagious good vibes (and tea too, obviously). Well maybe you don’t visit it every single day but at least three times a week, on mondays, wednesdays and fridays to be exact. It’s become part of your routine, not only is it good because it implies spending time outside of your room but the friendly, cozy atmosphere of that place also helps you concentrate on your studies and actually get the work done. And yeah maybe having to wear a mask the whole time isn’t super comfortable but it’s worth it, at least the shops were opened again. One of your favorite things about the tea shop is the staff, from the baristas to the waiters to the owner, this last one being the first one you met. This man is incredibly sweet and is capable of lifting your mood with such simple words and a warm cup of tea. Iroh, that being his name, moved to your hometown a year before the pandemic started with no intentions of working at any shop, let alone open one. It was the arrival of his two nephews in need of a helping hand that made him come up with the best idea of his life, and the best thing that happened to you later on. You don’t really know what his relatives coming to town has to do with him opening a tea shop but he never explained, so you never asked. He is very fond of his nephews, specially the older one, a boy named Zuko. The other is a girl named Azula, which you learned is the youngest sibling even though she seems a lot more mature than her brother. Both of them work with his uncle, Zuko as a barista and Azula as the cashier, but sometimes she likes to take and prepare your orders too, just to prove she’s better at tea-making than her brother. Every time she does so you play along with it, nodding to everything she says only to then confess to Zuko that you find his tea to be better warmed than her sister’s. You’d like to say that comments like that one make him blush, but there’s no way of telling with the damned mask covering his face. This place has very strict covid prevention policies, which you are glad of cause not many shops did, so you’ve never seen their faces (or at least not the entirety of them). It’s kind of weird cause you’re pretty sure they do know what you look like since you have to take yours off every time you take a sip of your drink or a bite of your food. You only once saw Azula with her mask off, hanging from her right ear. She was outside standing next to the entrance while smoking a cigarette, she had the prettiest face you’d ever seen. But you don’t know what the faces of her brother and uncle look like, though you try to imagine it from time to time. You’re pretty sure Iroh has a beard, you can see it poking out of the sides of his mask, but what really intrigues you is his smile. He’s one of those people who are able to smile with just their eyes, so you imagine his smile is the phisical representation of happiness itself. Now Zuko’s face was harder to imagine. He wore his dark hair right in front of his eyes, kind of like grown out bangs that covered the upper part of his face. You know his eyes are of this yellowish but also hazel like color, and you’re 99% sure he has dark bags under them. But apart from that you aren’t sure what to think of his facial features, you don’t know if he has a beard or a sharp jawline, nor if his nose is pointed like his sister’s or a bit round like his uncle’s. He could have no nose at all for all you know! This types of thoughts are the ones that roam your mind while you’re trying to solve the algebra problem sitting on the book page in front of you. Maybe it’s time for your you to take a break and order another tea, you think of trying out the new matcha one Iroh added to the list last week but instead you opt for the good old jasmine tea, the old man’s favorite.

You’re surprised when you see Zuko starting on your order instead of his uncle, even though he works as a barista too he usually takes care of the food orders. It’s not that he’s bad at making tea (like his sister states), he’s only extremely good at making a few variety of them and messes up any other order completely. Bobba, black and green tee are his specialties, with oolong and herbal coming right behind them, but jasmine is one of his worst. And you’re gonna have to be the one drinking a whole cup of it. You look to your left and catch Azula’s eyes fixed on his brothers back, then they move to you and even though words aren’t coming out of her mouth you know exactly what she wants to say. Shit, good luck.

“Here you go, a jasmine tea with three sugar’s” his voice breaks your staring contest with the girl next to him and it takes you a good minute and a half to react and take the cup. You really wish you had taken a seat next to the window instead of opting for the counter, now you’ll have to try the drink while he’s standing in front of you.

You can feel Azula’s eyes burning the side of your face, you know she’s either at the verge of tears or feeling sorry for you. Before chickening out you lift the cup and bring it to your lips, letting the liquid in and swallowing. Everyone behind the counter stops, waiting for your reaction. They don’t really know what they’re expecting you to do or say, but it definitely isn’t what is currently going on in your head (and mouth).

“Oh. My. Fucking god. This is amazing.”

a/n: this wasn’t proof read so thank you for making it this far :)

#atla fanart #atla #zuko x oc #zuko x you #atla azula #atla zuko #zuko #azula #zuko and azula #uncle iroh #tea #tea shop #modern au #tea shop Zuko #zuko x reader #modern day atla #fluff

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Lol hi im back, alright this is based off another thung i read by milky theholy1 and its like donatello uses this time machine etc etc. Well what if di. Had one of his brothers (preferabley raph) and the reader go forward 10 years and see they have a family of their own? Idl just thought itd be a fun oneshot :)

Oohhhh I've actually read that fic and I absolutely loved it. Hope I do it justice for ya 🧡

TMNT Oneshot's

Yeah you guessed it- time travel

This was not, under any sort of circumstance, how you thought you were going to spend your Thursday evening. You did get a waffle out of it, so that took some of the edge off but with the boys just waking up they had way too much energy for you to deal with. Excluding Donnie of course, the turtle had been awake for longer than 36 hours and it definitely showed.

Cue you going into a total mom-friend moment (you didn't care if he could technically bench press you he was going to drink his water dammit) and yanking the bottle of melatonin gummies out of your bag to throw at him. No shock was felt when he caught them and raised an eyebrow ridge, you opted to simply flip him off.

Over coffee the two of you sat at his desk and discussed his latest plan, you really shouldn't have been surprised that it was a time machine. You knew Donnie well, of course he'd be the one to think of something like this.

"Okay good, I see your point there- no I'm still not happy that you're making me your test dummy but it is a time machine," You pointed out with an exhausted tone.

The genius seemed to perk up at this and your heart plummeted towards the ground.

"Oh right! I forgot to mention it, you're not going alone. Raph's going with you!"

With that statement now out in the open you took the liberty of pushing your mug to the side to avoid any damage before letting your head slam into the desktop. Donnie, still finding this amusing, poked at your shoulder with a smile. His optimism made you fight against your instinct to groan like a toddler.

"Donnie why t'hell are ya waking me up so damn early?" The very antagonizing, very familiar voice drawled from behind you.

Raphael looked asleep, scratch that, he looked like a whole corpse and a half. Standing in the doorway of his brothers lab and glancing between the two of you like you'd grown extra heads. Which you figured was fair, but the fact that he was perceiving you made you want to light him on fire.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Wha- I didn't say anything! Donnie, don't make me go with him. Literally anyone else. I am legitimately begging you.

"Yeah, what they said, lemme go back to sleep," The terrapin yawned mid sentence and stumbled over his own feet, nearly resulting in him landing on his own face and seriously disappointing you when he didn't. He was too tired to shoot you the normal withering glare and instead opted to shove you off of your chair when he stood up, Donnie did nothing to discourage this.

You gave Raphael a single enraged look and turned your gaze to his brother.

"I'm not going with him."

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"I can't believe I'm stuck in this fucking box with you."

The turtle scoffed in mild offense and rolled his eyes, attempting to turn around again and in doing so shoved you into the wall with a pathetic groan of annoyance. He was completely ignoring you and while you were fine with that it also made you want to vomit.

"Raphael I swear to god if you crush me one more time I'm gonna French fry your green ass," Your voice may as well have been a growl, that's what it sounded like anyways.

Your companion had the nerve to laugh at you but at least he stopped his movement, you looked the other way, your stare boring into the wall to avoid his questioning stare.

"You good shorty?"

"I'm five eight you fuck-"

The machine rattled around them in protest and the sheet metal looked like it was about to catch fire, you and Raph made hesitant eye contact.

"How likely did Donnie say that this thing was to catch on fire?"

You shrugged helplessly and shuffled your feet as a nervous habit, your shoulder bumped his side as you pushed your way to the door.

"We should check it out, right?"

He didn't get the chance to nod because you'd already stepped out of the machine and back into the room you started in. You gave a sigh of displeasure and glanced around the room. Raph followed behind you and kept his eyes narrowed for threat. You were definitely in the lab, there was no doubt about that. But this lab was cleaner than you'd ever seen in your life and you knew that there was no way that Donnie had cleaned all of this in under five minutes.

You didn't have to be psychic to know that your turtle escort was staring at you, not that you cared, you were far to interested in the photo frame on Donnie's much newer desk. It appeared to be a family picture. Sporting a much older looking Splinter, a more mature Casey and April with their arms around each other, and an even more shocking looking Leo, Mikey, and Donnie, who for some reason all hand someone under their arm who looked shockingly human.

But what really took the air out of your lungs were the four at the side of the picture. A person who you assumed was you, but somewhere in their early thirties, tucked under Raph's arm. That wasn't inherently shocking, but the young boy standing in front of you with your hand on his shoulder and the little girl hanging from the turtle's other arm was.

"Raph?"

He was still clueless.

"Huh?"

"C'mere."

His eyes bulged out of his skull the second they landed on the picture frame in your hand, you gave him a calm raised eyebrow that was concealing your bubbling anxiety within. He took an extra moment to look between you and the picture several times before awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and watching you set the frame back on the desk.

"I uh- I think this might be a good time to tell ya that I like ya?" At your confused expression he sighed in defeat, "I'm mean to ya because I don't like the feelings you give me..."

You snorted out a laugh and rolled your eyes, "Dude, I'm just mean to you because you act like an ass."

You both took a second to laugh at that, then you heard voices approaching and made a quick scramble back to the machine.

Donnie was eagerly awaiting your feedback and met you with a nervous smile when you both stepped out the smoking door.

"Well? How'd it go? What'd you see? Are you hurt?"

You and Raph shared a glance, hiding the underlying hilarity of the situation at hand. You were the one to respond first.

"Not much. But your lab's clean in the future."

#tmnt raphael #tmnt x reader #ask response #askbox #tmnt bayverse

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0606-hyuck · 3 years

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fireworks at midnight

♡ looking back on your last new year's eve party with mark, you realise it's not about what he says to you, but how he makes you feel, that really matters

pairing: best friend!mark x reader

genre: fluff, college!au, party!au

word count: 1.3K

a/n: this is something i wrote no joke about seven years ago and am reposting on my tumblr :) hence why it isn't really up to standard but i didn't wanna have to rewrite the whole thing lol // tagging @nct-writers

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With each sip you took of the clear, colourless liquid, you felt your soul slip closer and closer to the warm embrace of temporary rest. The transparent drink swirled around your cup hypnotically, enticing you to “one more sip, one more sip!” It distressed you that this poison was so easily presented in a colourful plastic cup, and if one was not careful, had absolute control over a person's mind.

The people around you screamed at each other over the headache-inducing, bassy, electronic music. Teenagers danced around the room, pressing their sweaty bodies closer as they jumped to the music. The party had been going on for awhile, so the stale stench of sweat stained the air. A tall girl, much older than yourself, was handing out bottles of beer to everyone, but the bitter, burning taste of straight vodka lingering in your mouth forced you to decline her offer.

As you headed out to the backyard, the music faded slightly and the pounding in your temples dulled. Stepping over the body of a poor young girl who clearly couldn’t handle her alcohol, you headed to the furthest possible place from the house you could find. There was an overwhelming whiff of vomit and smoke in the air, but you didn’t mind - at least you could get away from all your drunk classmates.

New Year’s Eve is a memorable time for everyone. It is a night where you can just let loose because, after all, you survived another year. It is a night where everyone feels on top of the world. And the parties! You’d been going to New Year’s Eve parties since your early teens, although New Year’s Eve last year was slightly different - it was the first time you hadn’t seen the New Year’s through surrounded by drunk teenagers. It’s a memory you will never forget.

37 minutes to midnight.

Pulling out your phone, you desperately searched for something to distract yourself from the trainwreck this party had become. You noticed a male figure exit from the house and pause as he scanned the backyard. A few moments later, the figure sauntered towards your position against the back fence, a happy twinkle in his eye. As he approached, you observed the familiar tidy black hair, child-like dimples, and a wide smile that you knew was reserved for only you.

“What are you doing out here by yourself?” He questioned in his silvery voice once he was in talking distance. “You’re at a party, Y/N, you should be socializing!”

Chuckling, you replied, “you know me, Mark, I’m not really a party person. I just came to see the promised fireworks.”

A large grin spread across Mark's face at your statement.

“You know what? I have the perfect place in mind to watch the fireworks!” After seeing the skeptical look you threw his way, Mark added, “come on, Y/N, let’s do something fun to end our last night together. In a few months, I’ll be leaving for a tour and it will be your first year of college.”

"Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you sighed, giving into Mark's pleading eyes.

28 minutes to midnight.

You didn’t realize how tense you were until Mark was driving you down the highway in his deep blue Jeep Cherokee. With the roof down, Mark turned the radio up and you sang the lyrics out for everyone to hear. While Mark definitely was not a singer, he gave it his best go and had you in tears after his voice cracked loudly on a high note. As you traveled, you two sang songs about broken hearts and forgotten dreams, but it didn’t dampen your mood. The loud chorus of parties throughout the city seemed endless. It wasn’t until you reached the outskirts of the city did the noise die down.

“Where are we going, Mark? We’re going to miss the fireworks!” you commented, concerned, quickly jumping out of the Jeep as your friend pulled up to a desolate petrol station.

“I know,” he replied as you entered the shop. “So let’s get going quickly!”

After paying for two neon green cans of cheap energy drinks, you jumped back into the Cherokee and continued on your adventure.

12 minutes to midnight.

Mark sped the Jeep up the winding road towards the looming black silhouette of the hill above us. With the wind blowing through his shaggy hair, Mark haphazardly navigated the dark road, veering close to the edge but never close enough to tip the two of you into the rock depths of the cliff below. His driving was questionable, to be honest, but you were more focused on whether you were going to miss the fireworks.

"Close your eyes,” instructed Mark, his voice becoming husky and his eyes never leaving the road.

“What?” You cried.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, but-”

“I have a surprise. Close your eyes.”

Raising an eyebrow at Mark's mysteriousness, you reluctantly complied.

3 minutes to midnight.

Recklessly jerking the car keys from the lock cylinder, Mark cut the car engine off. Silence. You could hear only the wind swirling through the trees behind you and the occasional pained caw of a lone raven.

“Okay, Y/N. You can open your eyes now.”

You did as you were instructed and, after your eyes adjusted to the darkness, gasped loudly at the sight. There, right in front of your very eyes, was the whole city, lit up with multi-coloured specks of light. The city-scape stretched on for miles and miles, brushing the horizon with the tops of its tall glass skyscrapers.

“I’ve never seen the city like this before,” you breathed, hopping out of the Jeep and creeping carefully to the edge of the large hill you parked on. Peering at his watch, Mark started to count down.

“5 seconds to midnight.

Four

Three

Two

One…”

Before you could ask him what on Earth he was doing, there was a high pitched squeal which made you want to desperately claw at your ears, and then a loud bang echoed through the valley. No more than a second later did the sky explode into a thousand blood red fragments of rubies and shower the landscape below.

Fireworks!

Sapphires, emeralds, topazes of every shape and size imaginable exploded in the sky and cascaded down onto the partying city. Glancing at Mark, you noticed the fireworks cast a rainbow of hues onto his skin. His eyes were as bright and as wide as the moon above us as we watched the spectacle unfold. Silently, Mark reached towards you and placed his warm hand in yours; something unspoken ran from his fingers to yours, leaving your palm tingling with nervousness. He stared over the valley as if he was frozen in time - he looked so peaceful, and that made you content. Each time a firework exploded, an ear-splitting clap of noise, similar to that of a gunshot, rattled your bones and disturbed the tranquility on the hill.

You think Mark must have said something after that, your hands still linked together, but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of hundreds more fireworks bursting in the night sky. Looking back on it now, you realised it didn’t even matter. You remember hearing a quote; “they may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.”

You think that quote perfectly summed up your situation. Even though you didn’t catch what he said, and he’s been away on tour for months now, you’ll never forget how Mark made you feel as if you were on top of the world last New Year’s Eve.

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Big Brother Loves you (Digimon)

Matt was riding cloud nine as he got ready for his date with Sora. no one was threatening the digi or real world, things with him and Sora were going great, and the sales of the new lone wolf's CD meant he had money to burn.

There were only two dark clouds in his sunny sky line was the fact TK had become more and more aggressive as of late, and belittling of Matt, because of the second problem: Matt had started bed wetting again.

It wouldn't of been so bad if TK didn't live with Matt, his share of the rent being paid by their parents and likewise for his food. and with school out all TK did was work out and lounge around the apartment while Matt had to mange the lone wolfs, keeping up gigs and doing band practice.

Since the accidents had started TK was always calling Matt 'little brother' or 'baby bro' or worse 'pissy pants' and after the fifth accident had gone out and gotten -4- packs of overnight diapers, using Matt's debit card.

when Matt had gone to say something about it TK had balled up a fist and brought it in like he was gonna punch Matt, making the older boy yelp and almost piss himself.

"That's what I thought. wear these to bed on your own Or I'll diaper you pissy pants. and If I diaper you, you're wearing the diapered till they're wet AND messy." TK had said and his evil smile left NO doubt in Matt's mind that he would follow though.

Still all that was behind him. He had booked a table at one of the finest restaurants in the city for him and Sora and then he'd gotten them a spot at the hottest club in town for drinks and dancing and finally reserved a hotel room for them.

It was going to be the perfect night and just thinking about Matt's head was up in the clouds, in a pair of black dress pants and a light green dress shirt that he didn't notice when TK came in, till his bully of a little brother spoke up.

"Oh my, your all dressed up for tonight! going out with the slut?" TK asked, smirking and leaning against the wall.

"D-Don't call Sora that, and yes, we're going out. Tonight's gonna be the night when we give yourself to each other. she's gonna be my first and I'm gonna be here." Matt said hotly.

"Awww, that's cute! you think she hasn't been ridding cock while waiting on you to build up the nerve to wreck her shit?" TK laughed. "Look baby bro, Let me spare you some time. That bitch has been putting out for any cock she could get her hands on, as long as it's 7 inches or more. Your little 4 inch wonder stands NO chance and let's be honest, your gonna blow your load in your pants before getting that far like you did during that slow dance at Joe's graduation party."

Matt was blushing super bad now, recalling the incident. Sora had been in a stunning gown, he'd been in a tux and halfway though the slow dance he'd creamed his pants so bad he'd stained her dress.

"T-That won't happen this time! Look, you're getting the house all to yourself tonight so just shut up and go plan a party alright?!" Matt huffed and Clenched a fist.

"Wait, your going out overnight? You sure Sora's gonna be ok with your 'little' problem?" TK said, noting Matt's fist and clearly not worried. "I doubt she's gonna wanna keep dating you after you piss on her in your sleep, and ditto when she see's you in your bed time diapies."

"Look asshole, just butt out of it and leave me alone or I'll-" Matt huffed, storming over and trying to get in TK's face, though due to a growth spurt TK was now the taller of them.

"You'll WHAT?" TK asked, and grabbed Matt by the collar with his left arm and hand and lifted him up off his feet and balled his hand into a fist and pulled his right arm back.

Without waiting for a answer Tk's threw the punch, though it stopped JUST in front of Matt's face the effect was instant and a hissing was heard as Matt's crotch dampened, then piss ran down his legs and puddled on the floor.

"That's what I thought bitch. I think your girlfriend deserves a night out with a real man." TK said and dropped Matt onto his ass, into the smelly puddle. "Get that mess cleaned up and then take a shower and meet me in my room. I'm gonna get you ready for the night."

With the mess cleaned up and Matt in the shower, TK listened to the soft sobs of shame and smiled even as he picked up his cell phone and starting to make a text message.

He'd gotten Sora's number from Matt's phone awhile back, and they had chatted off and on with TK asking her not to tell Matt he was messaging her, claiming Matt was the jealous type. So it was child's play to not only write a message explaining the full details of what kind of a loser Matt was, but to send her a few pictures of Matt in all his diaper bitch glory.

TK: Hey Sora, heard bout you and Matt's special night and I think there are some things you need to know about him.

Sora: Oh hey TK.

Like what?

TK: Well you already know he's a quick shot lol

Did he tell you how small he is?

Sora: LOL everyone knows about the quick shot thing.

Wait why do you know his cock size?

just how close are you two!?

TK: Well I know how 'big' he is because of his other other problem. He's a bed wetter and wears diapers to bed

Sora: LOL

Nice try TK

If your jealous just say so.

TK: Hey I'm not just blowing smoke. I got pictures and a video of him humping his huggies.

Sora: Surrre you do.

TK smirked and select a few of his favorite Matt pictures. one with him in just a diaper, on his back, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on his thumb in his sleep.

Anther with him holding a clearly soaked diaper away from him, holding it with just his index finger and thumb and holding his nose, in just a old white t-shirt.

and his favorite and most damning, Matt blushing and eyes closed, holding out a diaper and making it look like he was asking whoever took the picture (AKA him) to diaper him.

Sora: OMG O.O

TK: Still think I'm lying? XD

Sora: What the fuckkkk.. This looks less like bed wetting and more like he's a big fucking baby!!!!!

TK: XD well to be fair he loved being teased and treated like a little guy, so sometimes I wonder if he's still bed wetting.

or just using it as a excuse for huggies.

Sora: Wait, you said there was a video?

Let me see!!!

TK: heh, ok. it's about 5 min. long. perfect timing because piddle pants just got out of the shower after wetting himself LOL.

With the video sent to Sora, TK set his phone down and tugged out the extra pack of diapers he kept under his bed in case Matt ever tried to get out of wearing by saying he had used up all the ones in his room.

unlike Matt's normal bedtime diaper though, these were three times thicker and instead of being a basic white they had a nursery print on them.

there was a knock on his door and then it opened, and TK smirked, with the pack of 'little wussies, the baby diaper for big boys' sitting out on his bed and watching Matt's eyes go big and wide as he say what he would be wearing.

"T-TK no! please!" Matt mewed, his towel dropped to the floor and on his knees, hands together and begging. "I can't wear a diaper THAT thick out! Sora will notice fore sure! I'll be a good boy and wear one of the other diapers!"

TK thought about it for a second, but with Sora already told he figured it was too late for that fun.

"Relax Matt, I swear, Your not going out tonight in one of these diapers.Or in any diapers for that matter." TK said, coming over and tugging his so called big brother to his feet, a look of relief washing over Matt's face then replaced with confusion.

"Then.. why did you ha-" he started to ask, but TK cut him off.

"Because your not going out tonight. you're going to stay home and be tucked in bed save and sound like the little guy you are. I'M going to go out on your date with Sora and fuck her rotten..all on your dime." TK said and smirked.

"I..what!? Sora would NEVER agree to that! you can't do this!" Matt fumed and stomped a food.

"that's where your wrong. I might of texted her and gave her the impression your a closet diaper baby and she's more then a little shock. Right now she's watching a video of you humping your diapers while lisping about how much you love them." TK chuckled.

"But..but..You MADE me do that, you said if I didn't you were gonna kick my ass and lock me out for the night!!" Mat whined.

"Well -YOU- know that. and -I- know that. But who do you think Sora's gonna believe? the stud or the bed wetting loser?" TK asked smirking then giving Matt a look."Now, Your going in one of these diapers and your gonna pose for a picture to send to Sora one way or anther. we can do this the easy way where you let me do what I want, or the hard way where I spank your butt red and diaper you and take a picture anyways. Since I'm gonna get laid tonight I'm feeling generous and I'll let you pick: good boy or bad boy?"

Matt balled up his fists, looking ready to fright, starting to take a fighting stance.. then just dropped it and slumped forward, head hanging down.

"...I'll be a good boy." Matt said in a defeated voice, even as tears started to slide down his cheeks.

"Smart choice Mattie."

Sora couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched the video over and over, waiting on TK to come back. Her so called stud in a diaper and humping his bed, moaning and coo'ing how much he 'wuv'ed his diapies' till he cried out and clearly creamed himself.

Sora was torn as she watched the video. On one hand she was upset that Matt had hidden this from her, She'd of never picked him over Tai if she had known he was a goo goo gaga diaper dork.

But on the other he WAS kinda cute in a pathetic sort of way and he WAS making decent coin.

"I suppose I could just blackmail to pay me to keep his dirty little secret." Sora mused out loud.

that DID leave her without a man though, Making her frown a little till she recalled just how in shape TK was and he was pretty good looking.

"then again small dicks might run in the family." she mused.

her phone buzzed and when she looked at the messages she was treated to a picture of Matt in just a babyish and thick diaper, tear stained cheek and holding up a sign that read 'plz dump me and go out with TK, He's hung.'

And to prove the point neck to Matt's tear stained face was a thick and long cock, ready to rub on the loser's cheek.

"..Well that settles that."

Still something like this shouldn't be done over a text, she was a proper lady after all and called TK's number instead.

As the phone rang TK smirked, tugging his pants back up and looking over at Matt.

"I wonder who that could be~" he snickered and answered. "Hello? Oh hey Sora... yeah that was my cock.... Uh-huh I thought as much. Sure you can still come over. I'll be getting a shower in and getting dressed for the night after I get the baby fed and put to bed." TK said, glancing over at a clock showing it was only 5:45 pm. "Hmm? Oh yeah, he's right here. Of course you can talk to him!"

Tk pulled the phone away from his ear and smirked at the sniffling Matt and held it out.

"It's for you diaper boy, Your 'girlfriend' wants to talk."

Matt whined and reached out, shaking as he took the cell phone and slowly put it to his ear.

"H-Hi Sora..L-Look I ca-" he started, but was cut off.

"There's nothing to explain Matt. I know everything. while I'll admit your a cute little pamper packer,I'm more into men who can get their rocks off without having to be pampered. So consider this your noticed that we're done, over, No more. I'll still come by and tease you but I'm going to be dating TK from now on." Sora said, a sharp edge to her voice and Matt felt the tears starting up again.

"But..but.." he whimpered.

"No butt's diaper boy. Now I will be nice and keep your love of huggies to myself and save your music career from flopping but my silence isn't for free. you're going to be spoiling me like the princess I am. Understood?" She asked.

"..I..Yes Sora." Matt whimpered and sobbed. "C-Can we at least still be friends?"

"heh, Awww~ How cute..and I'm gonna say not really. I'll put up with you when i've over there to be with TK but that's about it. I'm not gonna go out of my way to talk to you or be nice but I will make a effort not to make you cry, mostly because I hate the sound of bawling babies. Maybe if your a good boy and super spoil me I'll watch you hump a stuffie or whatever it is diaper losers like you do. Anyways, that's all I had to say to you, put your BIG brother back on the phone."

Matt was sobbing too hard at this point to say anything and rubbing his eyes with one hand, he held out the phone with the other.

TK took it back and ruffled Matt's hair.

"Thanks buddy. why don't you go and make yourself a bowl of cereal for your supper while the adults talk." TK said and Matt could hear Sora laughing.

Too defeated to argue, Matt nodded and started to stand up.

"what do you think your doing Mattie? In this house babies CRAWL." TK said.

Matt just whimpered and nodded, and on all fours crawled out of the room.

Tummy full of milk and cheerio's, Matt was put in a light green t-shirt that read 'diaper bitch' on the front in black text and was given a cock sharped pacifier with a green mouth guard to suck on, the dick being only 3 inches thankfully.

"There, you can picture it's yours and your getting a blow job as you got night night." TK snickered as he tucked Matt into his bed.

there was still sunlight coming into the room, even with his curtains closed.

"now I expect you to have that paci in your mouth and for that same diaper to still be on when I get back tomorrow morning, and I signed my name on the back of that diaper. I'll know if you removed it or changed it." TK warned.

Matt mewed and suckled on his paci and nodded he understood.

"I'll be taking your wallet of course and spoiling Sora, but if your a good little boy I might get you some baby toys. Have a good sleep loser, and dream about the pounding your EX girlfriend is gonna get." TK said and kissed Matt's forehead and headed for the door.

Pausing in the door frame he paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh and one last thing..remember big brother loves you~"

the end

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missscarletta7 · 3 years

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The Broken Crown- Chapter 1

Hello! So this is my first Peaky Blinders Fanfiction. I own nothing, except for the few OCs I created.

This story is also on Wattpad and FF.net under the same title if you want to read it there as well--- however be warned it is not as edited as this post and I changed the name of one of the characters because I thought it was a better fit... lol!

Summary: All Margaret Shelby ever wanted, was the opportunity to write her own story. Only now is she beginning to realize that her brother may have already written it for her...

Enjoy!

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"He's a ghost, he's a god, He's a man, He's a guru,

You're one microscopic cog, In his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by his red right hand"

~Red Right Hand~

1919

She had that dream again, the one where she had to decide which door she would open. Both doors were identical in every way. Yet, she just stands in the empty room lit as if by candles; frozen in place; The weight of the decision ultimately waking her out of-

No, that wouldn't do, a dark-haired girl thought as she scratched out the words she had just written down. In a small bedroom on the second floor of number Seventeen Watery Lane, sixteen-year-old Margaret Shelby sat on her bed, or rather the bed she shared with her older sister. Dressed in the long white nightgown that had once belonged to her mother and with a pen in hand, she scribbled down more words in her brown leather-bound journal resting on her lap. The journal was gifted to her by her Aunt Polly on her most previous birthday. Upon receiving it she couldn't wait to fill its pages. She liked writing, ever since she learned how to form her words into a cohesive sentence on paper. It had been an outlet, a distraction from the "shit-hole" that was Small Heath, Birmingham.

As a child, she had the fondest memories of taking the drawings her eldest brother Arthur would sketch and would accompany his rendering with an original story. She took pride in how much he would always be so impressed and relished when he called her “his little genius". As the years passed, she believed if she could write and publish a story that was good enough, then maybe one day she could provide for her family. Give them a way out of their current situation. Not that she knew much of how dire their situation really was. To their credit, her family tried their best to shield her, as well as her youngest brother Finn, from feeling the effects of living a life in the slums. She was lucky in that way, most of the girls her age had dropped out of school and had a child of their own already.

Her thoughts of prose were soon interrupted by familiar sounds causing the pit of her stomach to sink. Even after three months of him being back, she doubted she would ever get used to it. Opposite from her bed, through the thin wall with floral green wallpaper which had been peeling off for years, muffled cries could be heard. Maggie knew exactly who it was, her brother, Tommy.

She placed her journal onto the thin cotton sheets and traveled into the hallway. Before she knew it, she was standing outside the door of her older sibling. Taking a deep breath, she decided against knocking and slowly opened the door.

"Tommy?" she whispered into his candlelit room. She could see he was awake. Lying flat on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Go back to bed, Mags," the second oldest Shelby ordered, but the girl hesitated.

"I thought I heard yelling," she sounded apologetic, before taking a whiff of the air. "Do you smell that?"

"I said back to your bloody bed," his harsh tone surprised her.

This time she did listen, gently she closed her brother's door and made her way back to the empty bedroom she once was in.

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The next day, Margaret exited the small school she attended that was located right on the edge of Small Heath with her best friend Cara Ryan by her side. The girls had played together for as long as their memories had served them. Cara was a stylish and talkative girl who stood at a height of five feet and six inches. Dazzling green eyes sparkled and her straight honey blonde hair fell upon her shoulders. Her family did better than most, the Ryan's own a dress shop that is very popular amongst the younger women, Ada, in fact, is a frequent customer of the establishment. Though the word 'customer' was a loose term, the Ryan's like most shop owners in the area were obliged to give anyone with relations to the Peaky Blinders whatever they wanted. Mrs. Ryan's and the two oldest sisters operated it, and in her spare time, Cara could often be found working in the backroom, sewing buttons and beads to fabrics. The family had a deal, in a year's time Cara would come to work for the shop full time, but until then Cara could continue her education.

"Can't believe Henrietta's having a baby," Maggie said aloud, as shorter and younger students ran past them excitedly.

"I can," Cara replied smugly. "That girl would open her legs up for any sod that gave her a second glance."

"I feel bad for her." She admitted thinking of the fifteen-year-old whose life was now forever changed.

Cara shook her head, "Don't it's her own bloody fault."

After rounding the corner, they both saw Ross Murray. A thin nineteen-year-old with dark hair standing at five feet and eleven inches, resting his back against the dull red brick wall, smoking a cigarette. Cara stopped them in their tracks and waved at the young man. "All right, Ross?!"

Maggie smiled at her friend, she liked Ross, he'd always looked out for her and Cara like they were his own sisters. They had all been in school together up until the moment Ross was kicked out for beating up another boy named Jonah Smith. In all likelihood Jonah may have had it coming. He never had the ability to let go. For example, just last year Maggie would have to constantly have to turn down his advances for over a month. Due to the reputation of her family, attention from boys was a rare occurrence. Which she didn't mind, she never really felt romantic feelings for anyone. However, Jonah took advantage of her brothers absence. One day he even cornered her when she went back to the classroom to grab the jumper she left behind. Thankfully Jonah eventually stopped, and never bothered her again.

Getting kicked out of school didn't seem to bother Ross though. Once he turned eighteen, he enlisted to help with the war effort. He completed basic training within the required three months, and according to the letters he would send her and Cara, he was held in high esteem with all of his commanding officers. Just as he was about to be shipped to France, an armistice was declared. He'd managed to find a job working at the BSA factory rather quickly, but when he came back into town Maggie could tell he had changed. He now had this mentality that made him seem as though he was ready for a battle, yet had no one to fight.

"Cara, Margaret," he acknowledged, stubbing out his cigarette on the bricks he had rested his back upon "Where are you two heading, aye?"

"Just going home," Maggie told him, readjusting the bag on her shoulder.

He came closer to them, "I'll walk with you. Birmingham hasn't been the safest place now that all these blokes with fucked up brains are back."

"Look at that Mags," Cara said happily, and he allowed her to take his arm. "The only gentleman in Small Heath"

Maggie smiled knowingly at the sight. Since Cara was ten years old, she had been smitten with the dark-haired boy. Cara would frequently turn down other offers in hopes that Ross would one day ask her to be his girl. They both hoped that it would happen soon, because in Cara's words "She wasn't getting any younger".

"Don't know what you two keep going to school for," He expressed to them, as they began to walk in the direction the girls needed to travel. "What more is there to learn?"

His comment made Maggie shrug, "It's something to do."

"Yeah, most girls our age who aren't in school are either whores or mothers." She agreed. "Or both."

They continued chatting about their school day as they walked closer into town. The canal that ran nearby as well as the different establishments were coming into view. "Mags, is that your brother?" Ross asked, pointing to a couple of boys.

Maggie turned her head to where her friend was pointing. He was right, her younger brother Finn, was running around in front of the pharmacy with Isaiah Jesus. He must have skipped school again. "Oi!" Maggie called out angrily, and Finn froze in place "What have you been up to all day, hm?"

"Please don't tell Tommy," the ten-year-old begged.

Maggie was about to tell him off, but she was caught off guard by the arrival of a person exiting Compton's, "Ada?"

"Oh, hello." The dark-haired beauty clutched the paper parcel tighter in her hands, clearly caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her younger siblings. "Heading home then?"

Maggie nodded and Ada continued, "I'll join you." The older sister then turned to her brother "Right Finn?" The boy scowled, but nodded all the same.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Maggie told her friends, still trying to process what her sister was up to.

Cara didn't seem to mind her best friends' announcement to depart. Turning to the hazel-eyed boy she asked, "Fancy accompanying me to the confectionery?"

He looked over to the Shelby family first, "Will you three be alright by yourself?"

Ada looked amused at his worry, "We'll be fine. I doubt anyone would mess with us." He accepted her answer with a nod and led Cara to the candy shop.

As the water rushed in the cut, Ada and Maggie walked down the sidewalk arm in arm. Finn wasn't too far in front of them. He was running and jumping around like a madman. That boy always had so much energy, Maggie found herself thinking. No wonder he skipped school, the poor thing probably could not sit still.

"That Murray boy has aged well hasn't he," Ada commented, finally breaking the silence, "Have you two?"

"Ada!" The younger sister cried out in surprise.

"Just asking." She shrugged, "Jesus you're a prude"

"Everyone's a prude compared to you" she retorted, "What were you doing at the pharmacy?"

Ada didn't reply though, instead opting to purse her lips. They were almost home now; Maggie could even see Pol heading to the house, traveling towards them. She was about to wave at her aunt until she was distracted by Finn, who ran around in front of his sisters. Her heart clenched when she noticed a black metal object in his hand.

"Finn, where did you get that gun?" she questioned, yet the youngest Shelby only giggled in response.

"Oi! Quit messing around," Ada scolded, moving forward in an attempt to take the weapon away. "You shouldn't b-"

BANG! The sisters screamed and Aunt Polly, who had witnessed the whole event transpire, rushed over from down the street. Both the girls tried to catch their breath and a shocked Finn looked like he was trying to mentally process what had just happened.

"The hell were you thinking?!" Polly scolded, snatching the gun from his hand. "Where did you get this?!

"He nearly fucking killed me!" Ada screeched pointing to her brother.

"I-I found it on the sideboard of the shop." Finn spit out as they watched his face concave and he soon began weeping in fear. "I-I thought it was empty. I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

His tears pulled on Maggie's heartstrings, but Polly wasn't having it. She pushed the sobbing boy towards Maggie ordering, "Take him home, and no more playing with guns. Next time you leave them be."

The young boy nodded and allowed his sister to lead him back home."I didn't know Mags, I swear" he cried out again.

"I know you. You can apologize to Ada once she's feeling more forgiving" she expressed, her arms wrapped around his small shoulders.

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Childhood had molded her into the person she had become. Now she understood that...

Maggie internally groaned and scratched out what she had just written. No, that was definitely not good enough. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a chuckle. Her eyes were taken off the page by Ada, who was getting ready for her date with some mystery man.

"What's so funny?" the younger sister grumbled.

"You," Ada smiled as she brushed her hair in front of the small vanity mirror, "And how seriously you take yourself."

Quickly she closed her journal, wanting to change the subject "So, what was the family meeting about?" Maggie asked, not genuinely curious.

"New copper’s coming to town," Ada replied unbothered, more interested in fastening her shoe buckle.

"When I went downstairs, I caught Finn trying to listen through the door. Told him off for eavesdropping," the younger sister snickered .

"Can you believe that little tosser?" Ada said, putting on her paste earring. "I don't know what's gotten into him lately. He could have killed me today!"

"It was an accident, Ada." She reasoned, opening her journal once more, "Pol already told him and John off, what more can you do?"

"I can still bitch," the older sister huffed, before looking at the book in her sisters' hands. "Are you ever gonna tell me what you're writing about?" Ada asked pointedly, now completely dressed in a white fur coat that rested over her dress.

"Are you ever gonna tell me who you've been going out to see the last few months?" Maggie shot back jokingly.

Ada responded by pantomiming the locking of her lips, which only made the younger sister smile. "Cover for me?"

"As always," The girl assured Ada before she quietly opened and closed the bedroom door.

It was about an hour later when Maggie began to hear the familiar muffled cries. Feeling hopeless as she stared at the green papered wall.

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The following day was mostly uneventful for Margaret. She'd gone to school and heard all about Cara's "date" with Ross. According to Cara, he was a complete "gentleman", much to the blonde's disappointment, though she still clung onto hope.

Now she stood in the kitchen with her Aunt and sister making dinner, continuously kneading some dough until her skinny arms began to burn. Hopefully, this batch of bread would last long enough for her to enjoy. Last time she made bread her siblings had eaten it all, not saving any for her. Upon hearing the door slam, she and her aunt stopped to glance over to the door.

"Holy Shit!" The girl exclaimed, witnessing her eldest brother who was bloody and beaten, being assisted by John into a wooden chair.

"Finn, go find Tommy and tell him what happened," Polly commanded. Like a shot, Finn was running out of the room, but not before Pol hurriedly added, "And tell him we need a shit ton of more alcohol!"

Polly then immediately began to gather gauze and rods of wood to make a splint, "Margaret, start heating up water, then cut this cloth up in stripes." Nodding at the directive, the girl began to do just that.

"The fuck happened?" Ada interrogated, arms crossing in front of her chest.

"Was told some of the men found him like this outside the cinema," John explained.

"Do you know who?" Maggie heard her sister continue as she put the kettle over the flame, but Arthur remained silent.

"I'd like to know as well," An aggravated Polly chimed in.

This time Arthur did speak. “That Belfast copper,” the mustached man spit out, "I'll discuss it more once Tom gets here."

They all fell into silence, the only noise coming from Maggie who pulled out a chair to sit next to her brother, and quietly began cutting the cloth Polly left for her on the table. "Do you think this is enough?" Maggie asked her aunt after she finished.

"Should be plenty, love," Pol told her, taking one of the strips to start mending his hand.

"John, wipe the blood out of his eye," Ada told the third eldest sibling who was just watching the ladies scrabble around as they tended to Arthur.

"Since when did you give orders?" John asked incredulously.

"I'm a trained nurse." The sister stated.

Though seeing as John wasn't budging Maggie rose from her seat and began to wipe the blood herself.

"Don't make me laugh. It hurts my face," Arthur joked as Polly bandaged him up. "You're a nurse like Mags here is a writer."

His comment caused more annoyance than Maggie cared to admit. With her index finger, she pressed onto a forming bruise on his cheek with great pressure, instigating a string of curses to come out of the eldest man's mouth.

"Oops," Maggie said insincerely. This caused Arthur to look to his aunt, wondering if any reprimanding would be given to the girl, but Polly just gave her brother a 'like you weren't asking for it' look.

"I bloody am!" The older Shelby girl whined to John.

"You went to one first aid class in the church hall and got thrown out for giggling," John corrected her.

"Not before I learnt how to stop somebody from choking," she shot back.

"I'm not bloody choking, am I?" Arthur spoke gruffly.

"You will be when I wrap this cloth around your neck." She told him as she poured hot water from the kettle into the bowl.

"Let me see him." Tommy's voice was heard as he entered the kitchen. "Well, have this" Tommy passed the bottle of rum and Arthur took a swig. Grabbing a rag, he immediately got to work tending to his brother's face.

"He said Mr. Churchill sent him to Birmingham. 'National interest', he said. Something about a robbery." Arthur explained. "He said he wants us to help him"

"We don't help coppers," John said immediately, disgusted at the thought.

"He knew all about our war records. He said we're patriots like him. He wants us to be his eyes and ears. I said -" He paused a moment before continuing, "I said we'd have a family meeting and take a vote".

Everyone remained silent, and frankly, that was enough of an answer to the eldest. "Why not? We have no truck with Fenians or communist," Arthur said exasperated, before heatedly asking Tommy. "What's wrong with you?"

Tommy continued to stare back at him, before asking his aunt, "What the fuck is wrong with him lately?"

"If I knew I'd buy the cure from Compton's Chemist," Polly answered, staring at Tom who stared right back.

OoOoOo

Being alone at night was something Maggie had gotten used to now. The cries next door, however, that was something entirely different. Sighing to herself, she decided to give it another go. Once again, she rose from her bed, and ventured into the hallway. This time though she brought her journal with her. Not long she stood in front of her brother's door, allowing herself to open it.

Again, in the candlelit room, she saw him lying in his bed staring at the ceiling, though she couldn't tell if his eyes were open or not. "Still awake?" she asked.

"Can't seem to fall asleep," Tommy mumbled calmly. She took his stillness as permission to enter.

"Do you remember when I was a little girl and you used to read me books to make me fall asleep?" she asked, moving closer to the bed, "I used to love those voices you'd do for all the different characters from the picture books."

He nodded and he couldn't help the ghost of a smile while thinking of the memory. Unlike his other siblings, Maggie was the only one who would beg him to read to her. It was something they bonded over.

"If you want," she continued, motioning her hand to hold the journal up. "I can read you my story." Tommy was silent as he looked at the journal for a moment, before Maggie added, "I just thought maybe I could try to help you sleep like you did for me."

"Only if you do voices" he stressed jokingly, then shifted his body to make room for her on the small mattress.

"Remember," she squished next to him leaning her back against his bed frame. "This is a work in progress."

"I won't judge you too harshly" he replied, watching her open the journal that lay on her lap.

"Long ago when she was young, she believed that what she saw in her dreams could be a vision of what was to come. It was only now she understood that it was just an amalgamation of-"

"A what?" He interrupted.

"An amalgamation" she repeated. "Do you not know what an amalgamation means?"

"No, I do. Didn't think you did."

"Shut up. You're supposed to allow my words to lull you to sleep."

"Sorry, please continue"

"It was only now she understood that it was just an amalgamation of all her childhood aspirations, fears, and perhaps a little too much whiskey. With this knowledge she found herself yearning for-"

By this point, Tommy had closed his eyes and was half-listening to the words his sister read from her journal. It wasn't half bad what she wrote. He reckoned by the time she was his age she'd actually make something of herself all with those stories in her head. Perhaps make a career out of it, possibly even get out of Small Heath. It was to be the start of a new decade, a new time, who knows what would happen? When he finally made it back from France, her face was the first face that caught his attention on the station platform. It shocked him. No more was the little girl he would read stories to, but in her place stood a smiling young woman. She had changed so much during the time he was gone.

Come to think of it, they'd all changed. Arthur was head of the family, in charge of the business, and had done a decent job of it. But that was before France, he was different now. He quickly noticed the change in his brother and how he couldn't think straight anymore. Arthur's personality became more explosive, as well as violent. John, well he had become more reckless, especially after a few drinks got into him, and since Martha's passing the drinking had only increased.

As for him, well he was the one who had changed the most. He used to be carefree, joke and laugh, but now he was more solemn and even more protective of his family. Constantly worrying about how Arthur couldn't handle the business anymore, how John couldn't be alone anymore, and him? Well, he couldn't stand to see his family scrape and scrounge in the slums of Small Heath in order to survive any longer. No, not anymore. New copper sniffing about or not. No matter what Polly said, Tommy saw an opportunity with these guns. He wasn't about to turn it down. He just had to play it smart. As Maggie continued her reading, Tommy could feel himself slowly begin to drift out of consciousness and into a dreamless sleep.

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Just Friends (Part 4)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 4.3K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol)

Chapter note: ready for some smut? :)

Tag-list: lonelydance mysearchforgratification ramp-it-up

Other Parts: See Masterlist

Rafa looked up from the girl he had been charming and sent his friend a mildly annoyed expression before he realised who was standing in front of him.

His expression softened immediately, jaw going a bit lax, mouth slowly spreading widely on his face, eyes softening considerably when they landed on you. Even though you felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, you couldn't ignore the warm feeling growing in your abdomen as you were under his direct scrutiny. Fuck he looked good.

Without warning, his expression changed completely, and he suddenly looked almost devilish as he without a word abandoned the girl next to him and slowly walked over to you without breaking eye contact. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You were already turned on by him.

"If it isn't Margarita Girl," he said slowly, drawing out every word while running a hand through his hair, flipping the blonde strands to the side.

"Mystery Man," you said charmingly, tilting your head slightly, drawing out your words as well.

He slightly bent backwards while putting a palm to his chest, looking at you with a pained expression, "oh fuck. That accent just does it to me. Goes straight to the heart."

You laughed at him and let him stand up straight before you quietly said, "it's good to see you."

He nodded slightly, "Likewise - would you like to sit down? Have a drink maybe?"

You nodded too, "I'd love to."

Rafa sat down close next to you, his cologne filling your nostrils as he found you a clean highballer glass. Wordlessly, he poured you a mixer with a smirk while you tried to ignore the death glares coming from the girl that he had flirted with before you had stolen away his attention.

"Here you go," he handed you a muddy-looking drink.

"What in the world is this?" you raised an eyebrow as you took in the sceptical-looking drink.

"It's a Mystery Man-special," he said cockily, "try it."

You took a sip, the taste of smoked whiskey completely overpowering anything else he had put into the drink, "yuck! It's horrible!" you whined, sticking out your tongue.

Rafa shot back his head with a laugh, "You're hurting my feelings."

"This is the absolute worst drink I've ever had! Why'd you put in such an overpowering whiskey? It's terrible!"

"This happens to be my favourite drink in the entire world," he shook his head in disbelief, "I knew you were too good to be true - you can go back to your friends now."

"Not until I've made you a Margarita Girl Special," you said and grabbed a couple of bottles from the table in front of you and started mixing him a drink, your years working at a college bar definitely helping you, "this is a Bramble," you handed him the purple cocktail when you were done, "this is practically the most British thing ever."

He looked at the drink with a raised eyebrow, "normally I don't go for fruity-girly cocktails."

"Are you not manly enough to handle a colourful cocktail?" you smirked at him.

"I'll show you exactly how manly I am," Rafa winked at you before forcefully grabbing the drink from your hand. Delicately, he took the straw in between his lips, looking at you all doe-eyed as he started drinking. You laughed at him as his expression changed from theatrical to amazed.

"Good, yeah?" You asked him.

"I'm not much for admitting it but shit, this thing is fucking delicious," he said, smacking his lips a couple of times while eyeing the drink before going in for his second sip, "yeah, this is definitely better than my sad attempt at impressing you. You are hereby hired as bartender for the rest of the evening."

"So I don't have to go back to my friends now?" You teased.

"Oh, I'm not letting you go now."

"I can live with that," you sent him the most charming smile you could muster.

"Well, in that case - I think it's time for you to tell me your real name," he charmed back, leaning a little closer to you.

"I quite like being Margarita Girl. It gives me an edge, don't you think?"

"Trust me; you don't need more edge," he chuckled, "Plus, I hate being Mystery Man if all you think about now is an invisible creep that hides in women's locker rooms. Come on, I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours."

You laughed at him, "I get your point. But I kind of already know that your name is Rafa."

"So you know my nickname," he shrugged.

"It's a nickname?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"What the fuck kind of a name is Rafa?" he chuckled.

"How am I supposed to know?! You have a friend called Diggs for crying out loud!"

"His real name is Daveed", Rafa continued, "- what, you don't have nicknames in England?"

"Of course we do," you laughed, "my friends and I are just not big on giving each other pet names I guess."

He nodded slowly, "Margarita Girl it is then. Your first and most fanciest nickname."

"I'll wear it with pride," you said quietly.

Rafa looked at you with piercing eyes, a smile spreading on his lips, "you really want to keep up the mystery?"

"You have to admit that it retains a certain amount of intrigue."

"I definitely find you intriguing," he admitted while leaning closer, his fingers brushing against the side of your knee. His touch made you fight a shudder all the way up the length of your spine but his next comment was whispered, and made you sure that he was aware of the exact effect he had on you, "I've thought a lot about you," he licked his lips and stared you square in the eyes.

"Why didn't you stop by then?" you said slowly, looking between his lips and his emerald green eyes. You were suddenly having a hard time concentrating on anything else than holding yourself back.

"I couldn't figure out if you wanted me to or not," he furrowed his brows, "I didn't want to overstep. It seemed like a one-time kiss for you."

"I had every intention of it being so," you nodded slowly, "still, I haven't quite been able to get you out of my head."

A small smile erupted on his face, "was it my soft lips? I bet it was. I moisturise them every morning, you know," he joked in almost a whisper, "women just can't seem to get enough of them!"

You rolled your eyes at him, "God, you're obnoxious!"

He chuckled as he started moving his thumb along the edge of your patella all the while he edged his face closer to you, "would you like to kiss them again?" He smirked. His face was mere inches from yours when he suddenly stopped, his eyes scanning your face. Every instinct in you screamed for you to look away from his piercing eyes, but a voice coming from inside your head told you that looking away was exactly what he expected from you, so you held on. He needed the challenge. He wanted it.

"Fuck," he breathed when he realised that you weren't going to back down easily. A certain darkness spread in his eyes as the devilish look from earlier re-emerged on his face, "your confidence is driving me insane," he leaned in and whispered against the shell of your ear, "I can't even begin to describe all the things I've been wanting to do to you."

This time, you couldn't hold back the shudder that spread throughout your body. You wanted to do unspeakable things to him too.

He noticed the shiver and was currently smirking helplessly against your ear. "Listen," he pulled back his face and smacked his lips, "I know it's only a couple of hours after midnight and that your night probably hasn't even begun yet, but do you want to get out of here?" The hand that had nuzzled against your knee was now crawling up the length of your thigh, sending shockwaves throughout your body. You wanted him to continue his wandering hand but not in front of all of his friends. Not here.

"Yeah," you breathed against the sensitive skin on his neck, feeling his jaw tighten as you softly pressed your lips against the stubble that extended a little bit beyond his jawline.

Hand still well-placed on your thigh, he turned to his friends Diggs and whispered something to him. Diggs nodded slightly, sending you a wink as Rafa grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the table, all the while the sour-looking girl was sending you a murderous look.

You and Rafa had barely left your seats before his hands came into contact with your waist, his fingers slowly crawling their way to the front of your dress, while he was kissing your neck and shoulder. He was walking behind you, hands running all over you as you hurried out of the VIP area and towards the exit.

As you half-ran through the club with Rafa's lips practically attached to your neck, you saw Samantha flirting with an older guy at the bar. Her stunned face when she saw you running out the club with Rafa tagging along no more than 15-minutes after she had let you go, was quickly replaced by a genuine grin and a thumb-up as you mouthed 'see you tomorrow' to her.

Rafa only briefly let go of you as he grabbed both of your coats from the coatcheck and followed you out the door, but his hands were on you again as soon as you stepped out of the double doors and into a vacant taxi. He gave the taxi driver an address you had no idea where was located before his hands started running all over your body once more. He pulled you close to him and hungrily kissed your lips all the while his hands were desperately running over your torso. His hands suddenly moved to your back as he pulled you closer to him. He leaned into the kiss, his soft lips moving against you, his tongue slowly caressing yours. His fingers were trailing the zipper down the length of your spine as he softly hummed against you. You enjoyed the sensation of being pressed up against him and welcomed the feeling of him invading all of your senses. The way he was kissing you; hungry and sloppy yet slowly and controlled combined with his wandering hands and small sounds of affection coming from the back of his throat was enough for you to decide that going with him home was the best decision you'd made all year. His slow movements as his tongue caressed yours was pure sex, and you could feel the heat starting at the pit of your stomach, as the warmth spread throughout your limbs. You were so hypnotised that you couldn't help yourself when a soft moan suddenly escaped your lips.

The sound you made had him losing his mind completely, his lips suddenly moving more forcefully against you again while he started panting against you.

Your hand travelled slowly up his thigh as he continued to kiss you hungrily. He shifted around, clearly in discomfort of how tight his pants were getting and he tried to shimmy around to alleviate some of the tension in his crotch to make himself more comfortable. You made a quick decision and moved your hand to pad him through his suit trousers. A tiny "Fuck" escaped his lips as you palmed his rock-hard crotch through several layers of clothing, and you watched him gulp as you found the zipper and slowly pulled it all the way down, giving yourself easier access to the massive erection between his legs. He made a guttural sound as you traced the outline of him, making the heat between your own legs unbearable. He helped you unbuckling his belt and the button above the zipper, so you had full access to his boxer-clad erection.

Still kissing hungrily, your fingers danced around the hem of his fly, moving slowly against him, until you decided that you had teased him enough. When you grabbed the full length of him through his boxers, he hissed at the touch and made a rather loud involuntary sound while he slowly buckled his hips upwards against your hand. You thought you'd never heard or seen anything sexier in your entire life.

Unfortunately, the taxi driver too heard Rafa's involuntary sound and whipped around in his seat. "HEY!" He called out as he realised what you were doing, "not in the cab, pal!" He said sternly.

Rafa cleared his throat, "yeah, sorry bro..." he said and ushered your hand away from his crotch while sending you a pained expression.

You straightened up and kissed his cheek, your hand retreating to a more safe zone on his thigh. He leaned in and pushed your back against the door of the taxi, kissing you slowly and sloppily. He put his hand on your leg as well, slowly starting to rub up the length of your inner thigh.

"Fuck, I can't wait to see that tattoo of yours," he whispered against your ear, "I can't wait to have you naked on top of me, screaming my name."

You made a whimpering sound at the thought of having Rafa slide into you, and you moved against his fingers that were now wrapped tightly around your upper thigh, his thumb brushing slightly against your wet panties every other second.

"Fuck I want you so bad," he groaned before taking your earlobe in his mouth, "this whole anonymous no-names thing that you insist on is turning me the fuck on. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you can't even remember your own name when I ask for it."

You whimpered once more, imagining Rafa in complete beast mode, roughing you up and taking you forcefully from behind.

"Fuck you look so good coming undone for me," he whispered and licked his lips, "and I'm barely even touching you."

"Touch me," you whimpered against him and felt how his fingers found the outline of your panties while his mouth engulfed your earlobe with a small groan. He was just about to dip inside the lace fabric at your core, when he was interrupted.

"SIR!" The taxi driver called from the front seat.

"WHAT!" Rafa bellowed back in an annoyed tone.

"We're here," the taxi driver said sourly, "are you going to stay all night?"

"Of course not," Rafa mumbled and paid the driver for the ride plus a ridiculously large tip 'to ensure his silence'.

Why, you had no idea.

"Let's go," Rafa came up behind you, urging you towards his front door. He was kissing your neck and pressing his pelvis up against you, making you shiver in anticipation of what lay ahead.

He unlocked the door and lead you inside the beautiful house that he was sharing with Daveed. You took in the space as Rafa continued attacking your neck with his lips, hands running all over the front of your dress. A dim blue light coming from the outside caught your attention.

"Hold up - you have a pool?"

"This is California - everybody's got a pool," he mumbled against your neck, slowly sliding down the zipper on the back of your dress.

"I don't," you said as an idea slowly took form in your brain, "I could go for a swim."

Rafa pulled back his face, "are you insane? It's like 50 degrees outside. Not to mention the fact that Diggs would have my balls for fucking you in the pool."

You turned around and kissed him, "please," you whimpered palming him through his trousers.

"Absolutely not," he groaned against you at the sensation, "next time I'll let you swim for as long as you want, okay?"

You made puppy eyes at him.

"Aw, don't give me that. I can't decide if you look fucking adorable or adorably fuckable," he grinned as he slid your dress over your shoulders, making the fabric pool around your feet.

"Fuckable, I hope," you said slowly as he took a step back to look at you half-naked in front of him.

He took a minute to admire you wearing nothing but your lacy underwear before his lips met yours once more, his hands immediately traveling along your body.

"How the fuck do you look this good," he mumbled as he gave your ass a smack and a squeeze.

"Do that again," you groaned against his lips, a small moan escaping you as his hand smacked you once more.

"Do you like that?" He said darkly as he smacked you a third time.

"Yes," you moaned against his incredibly soft lips. "Bedroom?" You panted against him and noticed how your voice was laced with lust

"Down here," he groaned and lead you to his personal space.

Together you fell on the bed, him hovering above you, still wearing his suit.

"You're wearing too many layers," you said while tugging on the collar of his dress shirt.

"Let's do something about that," he said and stood up straight, shaking off his blazer and pulling off his dress shirt even though it wasn't even unbuttoned. You carefully examined his many tattoos as he unbuckled his belt and quickly slid out of his trousers.

When he was wearing only his boxers, he stopped and looked at you, "what?" He grinned.

"You look good," you smiled up at him, "I like your tattoos. Especially that one," you said and pointed to the words written across his pec.

"That one hurt like a motherfucker... Let me see yours," he wriggled his eyebrows at you, "I've been dying to see it!"

You slowly spread your legs apart for him and revealed the small drawing you had etched on your skin.

"You have a fucking hot dog tattooed on your inner thigh?" He laughed, "god, you're such a nerd," he continued, "...but you do continue to surprise me," he knelt down on the floor in front of the bed and kissed your tattoo while he slowly ran his fingers over your lace-covered folds.

A sharp intake of breath from you had him smirking up at you before he hitched two fingers on either side of your panties' waistband. You let him slide the fabric off you before he positioned himself on the floor with his face between your legs. He kissed each of your inner thighs and mumbled in between wet kisses, "you have no idea how much I've been wanting to do this."

"Touch me," you panted as you felt his hot breath on your inner thigh, "please!" You squeezed your arms together to make your breasts really pop.

He grabbed one ankle at a time and positioned your feet so he had easy access to you, "I'm in control of this," he said darkly, his thumb finding its way to your clit, "do you understand?"

"Yes," you panted at the sensation, "you're in complete control."

"Good," he groaned right before he let his tongue slowly run over you.

"Oh fuck," you panted while his tongue moved sloppily against you. Your fingers went to the bottom of his hairline where you started massaging his scalp while he sucked, nibbled, and licked at your core.

Two of his fingers slid inside you while his tongue was performing magic, and you felt his fingers curl inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly as you started calling out his name with pleasure.

When your moans became so deep and so frequent that Rafa could hear how you were struggling to come undone, he retracted his tongue and fingers from you, only to be met by a whimper from you. "But I was so close," you groaned.

"I've waited five weeks. You can wait five minutes. Now turn around for me," he said demandingly, and you immediately did as he instructed. You were on all four on his bed, your face pressed slightly into the mattress when you felt his fingers on your clit.

"Oh fuck, Rafa," you cried out as you suddenly felt his tongue running over your folds and dip inside of you. With his right hand circling your clit, his tongue and left hand took it in turns to enter you. His well-placed strokes of action had you a senseless moaning wreck underneath him within a couple of seconds as your inner walls started tightening around his tongue and fingers.

"Don't stop," you moaned into the mattress as he sped up his actions, "please don't stop".

He felt you coming completely undone as you clenched tightly around the set of fingers that were pulsing in and out of you perfectly timed with your moans and shaking legs. You fell to the mattress and turned around, staring up at a panting Rafa with heavy eyelids. He was palming himself through his boxers with a very pained expression as he drank you in. As he motioned to lie down next to you, you noticed how his grey boxers were stained with leaking pre-cum.

He hovered above you for a few seconds, "you look amazing," he sent you his charming smile, edging his face closer to yours before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

He quickly broke off the kiss and sat himself down on the bed next to you, sliding off his boxers in the process. He took your hand in his and guided you on top of him while he was still sitting up straight. His hands went to the back of you where he quickly unhinged your bra. His fingers brushed against your arms as he pushed down the straps leaving you completely naked on top of him.

"Oh fuck," he hissed when the bra dropped to the floor, "you're easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he said, looking up at you with lust in his eyes. You ran a hand through his hair as his tongue slowly circled your nipple, his erection twitching against your stomach.

You put your finger under his chin and forced him to look up at you, "I want you inside of me," you whispered.

He nodded eagerly, "I need a condom," he was already out of breath, "Or I'm not going to last long. Not with you being this fucking sexy."

You nodded in agreement, "where?"

"Top drawer," he pointed to his night stand.

You pulled out a silver wrapper and opened it using your teeth. Rafa leant backwards on his elbows and watched as you grabbed him by the root and slid the condom all the way down his length, his head dropping low in the process.

You hoisted yourself up and guided him in the right direction, sliding down on him with a small whimper. A guttural sound escaped his throat when he felt your tightness around him. His hands were caressing your hips as you slowly started moving on top of him without breaking eye contact. He groaned beneath you and started massaging your breasts as you started bouncing faster and faster on top of him, enjoying the sensation of being stretched by him.

"Fuck," he whispered as you threw back your head with a moan. The grip he had around your waist tightened significantly while his expression was becoming more and more pained. He started panting louder and louder in time with your movements which in turn made you slow down the pace completely, sending him a devilish smile in the process.

"Payback time," you laughed down at him.

"Uh uh," he shook his head, "not gonna happen," he easily picked you up and threw you down on the bed next to him, "like I said; I'm in control of this," he whispered darkly as he slid inside you with force, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

"FUCK!" He groaned and went into complete beast-mode, fucking you roughly and holding your hands fixated above your head by pinning your wrists tightly together. The way his hips moved against you had you wishing you could run your nails all over his back and leave small marks of affection on his skin. Being rough-housed like this by such a sexy, handsome man was nothing short of amazing!

"Choke me," you gasped, looking up at him.

"Oh fuck yes," he said as he pressed his hand against your jugular veins right underneath your jaw, constricting the blood flow without influencing the flow of air.

The feeling of his full control over you had you a moaning mess beneath him. He was holding your wrists so tightly with just one hand that you were unable to move your arms even if you wanted to. All this topped with his perfectly moving hips and the sensation of his fingers pressing against your throat had you lose all control, and you felt yourself tighten significantly as you approached your second climax.

The tightness around him, made Rafa's movements more and more mechanical with each passing stroke, and you caught him with his eyes screwed shut completely just before you cried out with your second release of the night. The sight of you coming completely undone topped with the wonderful tightness around him was enough to send him over the edge too and he came inside you with a roar.

He had energy for a few lazy, pallid strokes topped with a couple of slow moans before he pulled out of you and threw himself down on the bed next to you. You were both panting for a couple of seconds until he reached over and kissed you softly, his hands running achingly along your over-sensitive body.

"Amazing," he panted against your skin, "perfect start to the new year."

You couldn't agree more.

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