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lokiforever · 8 months

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🖤 Love in the Dark 🖤

•Intro

•Series Masterlist

Mafia! Loki x Fem! Reader

Chapter 1

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The Girl He Saved

As he cut the phone he was in a great hurry and was practically fuming. "What's wrong?" you mused "It's none of your concern" he blankly said and stood up "Your arm- the stitches are not as necessary but you must disinfect it" "It'll be fine" "But-" "I. SAID. It. Will. Be. Fine" he firmly answered and left the room before stopping to say "Issac will show you the room. Eat something."

Once he was off to God knows where the same guy from earlier entered the room. He showed you your room and gave you dinner.

After having dinner you took a shower and changed into what seemed to be Loki's t-shirt, it was already placed on the bed when you entered the room and hell, it was so comfortable.

The sleep you had that night seemed to be the best you had in a month. That was untill you woke up in the middle of the night because of the nightmares. Now, those are the side effects of being kept hostage.

You were panting heavily, a thin layer of sweat covered your body and your throat was drier than the desert. Checking the time, you noticed that it was 3am. You got up from the bed to fetch some water for yourself for which you had to go downstairs....

As you took your glass of water from the kitchen, you heard the main door opening. You grabbed the nearest object for your defence which was a spatula and stood in a defensive stance. As the door opened you were relieved to see that it was Loki.

The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, a few top buttons undone. His hair were tied up in a loose man bun , some stary inky black tendrils coming in perfect contrast of the porcelain skin of his face. He looked Godly as the dim light caressed his face.

He walked towards the kitchen as he heard the shuffling noise and found you there instead. He let out a small chuckle "Were you planning to hit me with that spatula?" Your face immediately turned beet red "I uhh... i didn't know it's you.... it's freaking 3 in the morning." "And pray tell what were you doing at 'freaking 3 in the morning' ?"

"I...I came to get water" you felt his eyes run up and down your frame and that was when you realised that you were literally standing there in his t-shirt. Just his t-shirt. Sure it was long enough to cover but still....

"My clothes suit you quite well, darling" he said with a smirk. This caused you to turn even redder...if that was possible. "Did you eat dinner?" you asked changing the topic. There was a flicker of surprise on his face before he masked it "I- no. No, I didn't" he said

"Seriously? Wait, I'll make something for you. What do you want to have?" you asked him. "It's fine, I'm not hungry" he said "No it's not. What was the last meal you had and when?" "Uhh..I had lunch at....1" he answered.

You raised your brows "Do you even realise how wrong it is to go hours without meals? And it's been more than 12 hrs since your last meal.".....no response. "Now you sit here, I'm bringing you something to eat. Yes or yes?" he playfully rolled his eyes and said "Ok, ok, fine" putting his hands up in mock defence.

You made him some grilled cheese with tomato soup and served him on the dining table. "Loki... it's ready" you called him cuz he was not there, he said he was going to take a bath before you started cooking.....so now he must have finished.......

Your thoughts were stopped midway as you saw him coming downstairs without much clothes.....all he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants. His black curls were dripping from the shower as the water droplets grazed his strong, muscular body.

"I'm here, darling" he said in his unfairly arousing, spicy, delicious, sexy, hot, amazing voice.

"Have a seat, your meal's ready." you said with a smile. He graciously sat on one of the chairs of the dining table. "What about you? Are you not joining me, darling?" said he "I already had dinner" you replied "Oh, come on. Join me." he said "Loki-" "No, you're joining me. Now." he said in a tone which didn't leave much to argue.

So, you took a seat beside him. "How's your arm?" "It's fine" "Did you disinfect it?" "Uhh....." "You didn't, did you? Where's the medical kit?" you asked him. "I don't remember exactly...uhh..- no - wait, it's in my bathroom, in the top right shelf"

"You eat your food, I'll bring it"

As he yook the first bite, a moan of satisfaction slipped his lips.

"Mmm, this is scrumptious, Y/N! It's the best I've ever had on midg- Earth. It's wonderful." he heartfelt words made you blush "Thank you so much, Loki. I'm glad you like it" " 'Like' is an understatement, darling. I love it" you thanked him and smiled.

"I'll just go and bring the medical kit" you stood up and went towards his room, upstairs. "There's one in the guest room too" he called after you, so you chose to bring the one from the guest room.

After getting the kit you went back to where Loki was. "You can eat, it's on your left arm so it won't bother if I disinfect it even while you're eating." "Ok" he extended his arm towards you and you started disinfecting it.

Once it was done you dressed the wound. You looked at him after it was all done only to find him looking at you intently "What?" you asked "Nothing" he said averting gis gaze back to his plate. "It's done" you said referring to the now dressed wound. He gave you a little nod "Thanks" he said.

By now it was 5 am and your sleep was long gone. "Are you going to sleep?" you asked as Loki stood up "Yes, I am. Are you?" "Uhh ....no, I'm not sleepy anymore" "What will you do, then?" "I dunno" "You can go to the library or watch some movies if you want. The library is upstairs" "Sure, thanks"

You went to the library after he went to bed.

"Issac will show you the room. Eat something"

Sitting in the car he dialled a number "Handle him. I'll be there in a moment. He better not escape, for if he does, I swear I'll kill you"

In less than ten minutes, he reached the spot and barged inside, banging the doors open. He was fuming. "Master- " one of his men started but he stopped him and strode straight towards the captive .

"You thought you would spy on me and I wouldn't know? How mudane" he chuckled darkly. He took out a dagger and placed it on the boy's throat "Now, you have two options: tell me everything I ask or die" he said pressing the dagger closer .

"I-I w-w-will tell you . Please spare my life. Please. I will tell you whatever you ask" the boy meekly said, trembling with fear. "Wise decision, agent"

"You will tell me everything about you master. Every .Fucking .Thing."

~°~

Loki's POV

(time: when you were dressing his wound)

I knew she is trouble. I knew it when I saw her in nothing but my t-shirt. I knew it when I sensed the care and concern in her voice. I knew it.

Her nimble fingers tended to my wound so gently. She looked so determined, so concentrated. When I first saw her I didn't know why I did what I did. I didn't know why I brought her here. I didn't know why I seemed to.......care...for her .....no, this is not normal. She's just a stranger. I should not let these things cloud my judgement. Not again.

"What?"

(Three days in)

In these three days you got to know a little about Loki. He didn't talk much. Only when necessary. He completely avoided any sort of physical contact and remained either outside the house or in his room. He didn't seem overly friendly but he had a good heart. You knew it deep down.

Today, as you both were on the breakfast table he got a call. He saw the contact name and exited the room while you ate your breakfast.

"Mr. Laufeyson, that girl, Y/N......" the man on the phone said .

"What about her, Barnes?"

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triviareads · 6 months

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can you recommend for me your favorite contemporary romance tropes?

something other than enemies and friends to lovers

An immediate (and aggressive) proposition: This one overlaps with my favorite HR tropes and probably has something to do with the first romances I read being Harlequins, which have pretty regimented structures. A part of it is the hero and heroine having to meet fairly early on (they quantified it in some way but I don't remember), and a lot of times it means someone's hitting on someone fairly early on as well.

Books with this trope: Minx by Sophie Lark, Priest by Sierra Simone, as questionable as it might be, I do think American Queen by Sierra Simone counts twice over, The Affair by Giana Darling, Dirty Devil by Jackie Ashenden, Just One More Night by Caitlin Crews, Black Tie Billionaire by Naima Simone

Age-gaps: Either way goes, I'm a fan.

Books with this trope: The Don by Katrina Jackson, Grading Curves by Naima Simone, Desperate Measures by Katee Robert, Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield, Mercy by Sara Cate

A subtrope I like within this is Ex's dad. Books with this trope include Praise by Sara Cate, Mafia Mistress by Mila Finelli, and Your Dad Will Do by Katee Robert, Tempt by Melanie Harlow

Marriage on the rocks: Or even when they're married but are redefining their marriage in some way, but I'm a sucker for marriage couple angst.

Books with this trope: Hard Way by Katie Porter, Give Me More by Sara Cate, The Professional by Kresley Cole, Enslaved Duet by Giana Darling

Workplace relationships: One of those tropes I like in theory but very few romance novels with workplace relationships hit where I want them to (ex: I like corporate settings but I'm not interested in whatever The Hating Game has going on). Also at this stage of my life, I cannot read boss/intern romances specifically 😂

Books with this trope: Bad Boss by Jackie Ashenden, Reel by Kennedy Ryan, Rock Hard by Nalini Singh, Act Your Age, Eve Brown by Talia Hibbert

Stern Brunch Daddies: Not necessarily indicative of age; more of a vibe.

Books with this trope: Take a Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert (Zafir), The Roommate Risk by Talia Hibbert (Rahul), Father of the Bride by Chloe Maine (Daniel)

Marriage of (In?)Convenience: Again, it's the Harlequin lover in me that really enjoyed reading uber convoluted ways for people to marry asap in the modern era, and not necessarily be happy about it at first.

Books with this trope: Lush Money by Angelina M Lopez, Unfortunately Yours by Tessa Bailey, The Wedding Night They Never Had by Jackie Ashenden, Claimed in the Italian’s Castle by Caitlin Crews, Vows in Name Only by Naima Simone, What Was Meant To Be by Heather Guerre

Second chance romance: Especially when they show back up again super butthurt for whatever reason and are vehemently like "I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN ANYONE", possibly with an example as to what gets them off specifically

Books with this trope: All The King's Men duet by Kennedy Ryan, Ruthless trilogy by Roxy Sloane, a host of Harlequins I can't quite remember atm

#book recs #contemporary romance #romance novels #ask

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fr3akinthecorner · 6 months

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wepurge-rpg · 1 year

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Cualquier persona baneada por administradores de HR (ya vemos que se reproducen a otros cómo el cáncer que son) deberían darle una medalla, se la merecen. Esa gente solo banea cuándo le dicen lo tóxicos que son y no le gustan sus verdades en la cara. / si tratas mal o insultas a una administracion estas bien baneado por toxico tu, si no te gusta un lugar te vas, el foro es de la administracion y nadie te obliga a permanecer en el cuando algo no te gusta. dejen de justificar sus baneos, pendejos/// cualquier cosa que puedan decir de esa Administración es cierta y se queda corta, justidicados todos los insultos posibles. No he visto peor y más tóxicos que ellos en años de rol. Tratan mal a los usuarios, los humillan, les roban ideas, se creen una mafia con poder en foroactivo. El Dubai y su sexting con usuarios del foro xD nadie tiene que justificar nada, corran lejos.

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Dazai x Reader, you were in a comatose state for almost 3 months and Dazai misses you and then he wishes to see you awake and you do

angst to fluff :)

Special Day

Pairing: Reader x Dazai Osamu

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Angst to Fluff

It’s been 3 months since he’s seen hr smile at him. All he wants is for her to wake up, for her to come back to him. Gifts go both ways, after all.

Masterlist

Dazai places the bouquet of flowers in the glass vase next to the hospital bed, a smile playing on his face as he takes a seat next to the bed.

"Special flowers for a special occasion!" He says aloud, reaching out to take her limp hand in his. "I know you'd yell at me if I didn't do anything special today." He says, bringing up her hand and placing a kiss to the back of it. He strokes his thumb over her knuckles gently.

3 months. He's been visiting her every single day for 3 months. Part of him hopes that every time he walks through the hospital doors, he'll find you sitting up and smiling that radiant smile reserved for him.

It's been 3 month since he's seen Y/N smile. 3 months since she fell into a coma.

Dazai gets comfortable and does what he always does every day by her side. he talks. He tells stories about his day, the agency, the port mafia, and jokes that may or may not land on deaf ears, he likes to think she's listening, even if she can't respond.

He fills the silence with his own laughs and chatter and it does help, to act as if she was there and listening. After about an hour, his chatter slowly trails off, and he ends up staring at the flowers he brought. The previous cheerful expression on his face is no more, the smile replaced with something more...raw.

"I miss you, y'know." he starts in a low, quiet voice, nothing like his usual confident tone. "I miss you so fucking much." His hand still grips hers.

"I've been trying...but it's not the same without you." His gaze falling to her face, the steady way she breaths though the tube attached to her.

"And today's supposed to be a special day. See, I didn't forget." His gaze drops to the floor and his voice trembles.

It's here, within the confines of these 4 bare walls, with just his lover, that he lets his guard drop willingly. Emotion that usually stay buried deep, deep down come spewing out, and he lets them.

"I swear...I swear I'll never forget again, as long as you wake up. Just wake up, please." His voice breaks and his grip on her hand tightens.

"I don't want to do this without you. Living is...it's hard, but it's nearly unbearable without you. We can go to that sushi place you love, and I won't forget my wallet this time!" Dazai rambles on

"I'll never forget anything, I promise. I remembered today, didn't I? I-I brought you a gift." The last sentence is punctuated with a small sob, and he squeezes his eyes shut, letting himself cry for the first time in 3 months.

"You still haven't given me my gift, though. A little-little selfish, don't you think?" He lets out a watery chuckle, barely managing a sad smile. "I want my gift to be you. I want you back. Please come back to me, love."

At that moment, almost as if in reply, he feels the tiniest squeeze of his hand. His heart speeds up and he looks up quickly, not bothering to wipe the tears off his face.

"Love?...Y/N?" He tries calling out, cupping her cheek with his other hand, searching her face desperately for some sign of life. "Please come back." His voice breaks again, and at that moment, his whole world changes again.

It's slow, but her eyebrows slowly furrow and she blinks her eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Dazai laughs breathily, partly in shock and partly in relief. He lets go of her hand and presses the call button for the nurse.

"Y/N?" HIs voice shakes. "Darling, can you hear me?"

It takes a few moments, but she blinks again and turns her head to him, her eyes focusing on the one person she longed to see. Her mouth opens, but no words come out.

"It's alright, don't talk. Just...just stay." Y/N seems confused, but content to have him there during said confusion. Dazai would explain everything to her later. Dazai would...cry? He was crying? She would have raised an arm to cup his own cheek, but she physically has no energy to do so, so the best she can manage is a tired, inquiring look.

Dazai shakes his head and laughs, watery and shaking.

"I'd worry more about yourself." He leans down and presses a kiss against her forehead, delighted when she actually reacts. He hears footsteps approaching the ward and pulls away, smiling down at her, eyes still teary.

"Happy anniversary, my love."

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(29/06/2021)

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wrathfulmercy · 3 years

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💖 for mafia Rick and Charlotte

Send a 💖 and I’ll tell you what a relationship would be like with my character from here

A Less Spicy Shipping Meme

Send a 💖 and I’ll tell you what a relationship would be like with my character:

Mafia verse

How likely they are to enter a relationship with them:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Rick would struggle at the beginning to be in a relationship but of course he wants it 👀

Would they…

Make the first move? Yes | No

Say “I love you” first? Yes | No

Cheat on them? Yes | No

Be the jealous type? Yes | No

Plan the dates? Yes | No

Initiate the first kiss? Yes | No

Remember anniversaries? Yes | No

BOLD WHAT APPLIES:

Their Relationship Is:

PUBLIC Displays of Affection:

PRIVATE Displays of Affection:

Do they stay together?

BONUS

What terrible pet names would they give each other?

Rick would tease her by calling her mistress even if she’s much more than that. He would call her by her last name to fake some kind of distance and use her fake name Sherry in front of others. But when they are in private she can be everything: from a baby, sweetheart, darling or princess. In bed he’s tempted to call her dirty names just to live out his kink to dominate her and to hide the fact that he loves her and doesn’t only use her for his pleasure. But as soon as he admits his feelings, he wouldn’t use dirty names that much.

@lovelylostminds

#lovelylostminds #sherry x blue #Charlotte x Rick #mafia verse #shipping meme #answered meme

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babykpopsweets · 5 years

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To all the darlings out there, your master list awaits you. Here you will find all of our writings and many more!

These writings will be updated from time to time.

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BTS

BTS superhero au civilian vs superhero

❘ Kim Seokjin

Decisions: Preview . 01 . 02 . 03 . 04

❘ Min Yoongi

N/A

❘ Jung Hoseok

Decisions: Preview . 01 . 02 . 03 . 04

❘ Kim Namjoon

N/A

❘ Park Jimin

Switch

❘ Kim Taehyung

Maybe This Time

❘ Jeon Jungkook

Secrets Within .02

First love .02

Oneshots

Drabbles

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NCT

Lovable

Reaction to helping Y/N take care of a hamster (dream)

Reaction to Y/N having a cat and it not liking them (dream)

Reaction to their gf or bf about to be an aunt/uncle: 01 . 02

Reaction to you finding out that they only started dating you because of a bet: 1 . 2 . 3 . 4

NCT dream forgetting you are in the group chat and confesses: LM . HR . LJ . LD . NJ . ZC . PJ

Hyung line reaction to their younger gf getting drunk

reaction to their s/o being accepted into their dream college abroad (dream)

reaction to another idol saying you are their ideal type: (dream)

reaction to another idol saying you are their ideal type: (nct u)

mafia!reaction to you saying you love them: (nct u)

members:

❘ Lee Taeyong

Sometimes Love is Hard to Accept

Tom and Jerry

❘ Jung Jaehyun

Gone ft Mark

❘ Kim Doyoung

THIS IS BULL- I mean Madness

Tom and Jerry

❘ Ten

Practice Makes Semi-Perfect

❘ Moon Taeil

Cutie Pie

❘ Nakamoto Yuta

Walking Paths

❘ Lee Mark

Confessions

Mistake

Walking Paths

❘ Lee Haechan

Confessions ft. Lee Mark

h e a r t b r e a k e r ft. Jeno

❘ Seo Johnny

Hugs & Kisses

O.O.P.S

❘ Hwang Renjun

My oh My

❘ Dong Sicheng

O.O.P.S

❘ Lee Jeno

Secret Garden

❘ Na Jaemin

White Begonia

Sadness Behind a Locked Door

❘ Zhong ChenLe

❘ Park Jisung

| Kun

| Lucas

| Jungwoo

_____________

BLACKPINK

❘ Kim Jennie

Hidden in Corridors

| Kim Jisoo

| Manoban Lisa

Beyond These Waters

❘ Park Rose

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Got7

reaction to you being a crybaby

reaction to gf’s debut stage

| Mark Tuan

Shattered Pieces (ft. Mark)

| JB

| Jackson Wang

| Jinyoung

| Youngjae

| Bambam

Leaked

| Yugyeom

___________

Stray Kids

| Chan

| Woojin

| Minho

| Changbin

| Hyunjin

| Jisung

Shattered Pieces

| Felix

Shattered Pieces

| Seungmin

| Jeongin

_________

Samuel

Little Gift

_____________

Seventeen

Little gift (ft. seventeen)

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EXO

Mafia!EXO reaction to you going somewhere without telling them: 1 . 2 . 3

Mafia!EXO reaction to their wife getting a threat

Mafia!EXO reaction to another gang member hitting on their s/o

Mafia!EXO reaction to their innocent s/o breaking up with them out of fear: BB . SU . KR . LA . LU . PCY . KA . DO . SE .

| Xiumin

truthful blood

| Suho

| Lay

| Baekhyun

| Chen

| D.O

| Chanyeol

| Kai

| Sehun

Hold on: 1 . 2

[FORMER]

| Kris

| Luhan

| Tao

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SF9

SF9 reaction to their s/o being a good girl with bad habits

| Inseong

My Perfect Attempt

| Youngbin

| Jaeyoon

| Dawon

| Zuho

| Rowoon

My Perfect Attempt

| Hwiyoun

| Chani

_______

Ikon

Ikon reaction to you love wearing his hoodie

Ateez

| Seonghwa

| Hongjoong

| Yunho

| Yeosang

| San

Stay The Night

| Mingi

| Wooyoung

| Jongho

Treasure

| Hyunsuk

Nothing, request!

| Jihoon

Nothing, request!

| Yoshinori

Nothing, request!

| Junkyu

Barely Surviving

| Mashiho

Nothing, request!

| Jaehyuk

Nothing, request!

| Asahi

Nothing, request!

| Yedam

Nothing, request!

| Doyoung

Nothing, request!

| Haruto

Nothing, request!

| Jeongwoo

Nothing, request!

| Junghwan

Nothing, request!

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babyspooks · 6 years

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Okay but for some reason 505 by arctic monkeys is giving me Such shyan mafia au vibes like?? “Id probably still adore you w ur hands around my neck” das some kinky shit b. And “I'm going back to 505 If it's a 7 hr flight or a 45 minute drive In my imagination ur waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs (👀👀) Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect? But I crumble completely when you cry” bc u /know/ shane is whipped for ryans pout

This song used to source many good shower concerts from yours truely

Let’s break it down now y’all:

“I’m going back to 505, whether it’s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, I’m my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs.”Okay so this could be shane returning home from a mission (however far away it may be) and he’s missing Ryan. He can just picture his boy waiting for him on their bed, a hand between his thighs as he slowly gets himself off. And when Shane gets home, Ryan’s doing exactly that and he practically jumps the tiny man.

”stop and wait a sec, when you look at me like that, oh my darling, what did you expect? I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.” Ryan’s all surprised that Shane wants to jump him but honestly, what can he expect? Ryan looks so pretty spread out on the bed and Shane’s going to have a piece of that. If Ryan’s hands and up around his throat, Shane doesn’t mind it one bit.

“Not shy of a spark, a knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark. Frightened by a bite though it’s no harsher than a bark. Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.”This is basically an overview of their relationship, because it started in the middle of a hold up and what’s better than to keep the adventure running? Shane’s always insecure he won’t be good enough for Ryan, that he’s too harsh but Ryan’s tough and adaptable.

But I crumble completely when you cry. It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye, I’m always just about to go and spoil a surprise. Take my hands off of your eyes too soon.”And in the end, Shane fucking breaks whenever Ryan cries. He’s scared that he’s going to leave, that the life of mafia got too real too fast.

#mafia!shane #skeptic believer #shyan #prompts #buzzfeed unclean #ishhh

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Mafia au Willdip

AN: my excuse is I’m bored and haven’t slept in twenty seven hrs. ok

Will had refused, as soon as he’d grown old enough, to be a part of the Mafia.

He’d known he wasn’t cut out for it, and his family had known too, despite the blood of so many murderers running through his veins the younger of the Cipher twins had never ever claimed to be anything other than peaceable, a quality that wasn’t welcome in the not-so-subtle underworld of the huge city he called home.

At some point it had been decided that Will was untrainable and needed to be removed from the equation, and yet the natural ties of affection that might run through even the bloodiest of families had spared his life, and he’d been given a small business in a nice section of the city and told to make do.

And he did, and not only that but thrived. William loved the little flower shop he headed, doted over each and every aspect of the job with a tender devotedness that he never would have found in the morally questionable life of a mafioso.

Baby’s breath and roses were far less likely to kill him, after all.

Oh, it wasn’t to say he wasn’t touched by the whole organization, nobody in the city and probably elsewhere was, but he’d been lucky enough to witness only one or two of the gruesome things that resulted from the greed of his species, the rumors and names that flew about in hushed tones in side-rooms and speakeasies- names of some who’d died and some who’d killed, and he’d heard, more often than not, the name Cipher listed among the latter two…and in later years, another, the Gleefuls.

He’d heard his brother speak once or twice of the family as they’d risen to power from seemingly nowhere, and it had never been good. Cowards, he’d called them, a bunch of fake-ritzy bluenoses hiding behind silver gilt gates of the east end. Ignoring, of course, the fact that Bill had quite a high social status himself- at least on papers.

Bill tended to exaggerate his stories a little, but his brother had learned to watch out for the name anyway, though he was lucky enough not to run into anyone of the powerful family himself.

It hadn’t ever really been something he’d concerned himself with, though. Will was perfectly content to work his little flower shop, and while he loved seeing his brother, he could never really seem to relax when Bill showed up with his odd looking packages and stacks of sealed papers and talk of underground war, often only needing a place to lay low for a while until he could get back to ‘work’.

And for at least a few days after every visit, he couldn’t help but be a little nervous, watching the street-sides as he walked and carefully scrutinizing the faces of each new customer that opened the shop’s front door to look for any trace of ill-will or worse, recognition. He tried, hard, to be careful.

So it really shouldn’t have come as such a surprise when he finally was confronted– but then, Will was never on his alert this early in the morning, still busy tending the rows of bright, cheery blossoms and humming a little tune to himself as he worked, still a little sleepy from post-wake up haze, and he didn’t turn around immediately when the door opened behind him.

That was a mistake, because if he had he might have had a chance to realize what was going on before there was a gun pointed into his face.

“Good morning! I’m gonna need you to stick 'em up, sweetheart,” He heard the almost sickly sweet voice, turning his head slightly with a soft smile already in place- that froze when he saw the bright silver revolver, and the intimidating bunch who had crowded into his store with frighteningly silent rapidity.

Will let out an ungainly, high pitched squeak in response, stumbling backwards a bit, flinching as he knocked over a pot and it crashed to the floor behind him- to say he was surprised would have been a gross understatement, he was positively petrified.

But the owner of the voice, a finely dressed young lady, only laughed. The weapon in her hand was unwavering as she advanced on him, “Why so startled, darling? You really should have seen this coming, ya know,” She chirped out, “Now do what I said 'less you want some daylight through the skull. Now be a dear and get behind the counter.”

Will was hardly able to hear the order through the rushing in his ears, but he took the cue and did as told, slipping behind the shop’s little service counter and keeping his trembling hands raised a little.

There were five of them, he counted, his assailant and three other obviously armed men in pinstripe and bowlers, and a respectable looking young man who seemed almost out of place in the bunch, though it was made less so by the resemblance and similar navy blue garb he shared with the female ne'er do well. Cyan eyes seemed to follow every move Will made, though nothing else in his appearance would suggest hostility as he simply watched.

The Cipher had other things to worry about at the moment, however, and his eyes snapped back to the woman as she spoke smilingly, at a terrifying ease with one finger tightening against the trigger, “I won’t waste your time. You know what we want. Where is it.”

Will shook his head quickly, besides very much not knowing what she was talking about, he was just beginning to gain his voice back, “What are you doing–!?” He managed, the soft, panicked whisper only to elicit another laugh.

“You really wanna play this game with me, sweetie? Look, I don’t got a lot of patience to go round, so unless you really want me to pull the trigger…”

Will hardly dared move, hardly dared breathe, through his hands were already trembling violently as he tore his gaze away from the glinting metal barrel of the gun, up to its smug looking owner. He shook his head mutely, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“That’s what I thought. Now where’s the back door? I think we’ll just take a look around here.”

He felt as if he was going to faint, numb with shock, mind barely processing the question until the girl leaned forwards with a suddenly dangerous expression, “Hey! Patience ain’t my strong suit, mister. I asked you a question.”

Will’s whimper was barely audible, feeling the cold steel muzzle to his forehead and the faint, harsh smell of gunpowder clouding his senses. He just barely remembered not to flinch away and pointed a shaking finger in the direction of his apartment door, sucking in a gasp of relief when the gun was removed from his line of sight.

“Swell,” The young woman purred, giving a few signals, and turning away. “I’ll be back in a few, then!”

Will watched helplessly as she disappeared down the aisle, followed by one or two of the group’s men, but he forced himself to calm at least a little, sucking in a few deep breaths.

He glanced back to the other ones, who had been left to watch him, no doubt. Or more specifically, the gentlemanly one, the woman’s brother, he assumed if appearance was anything to go by. The man was still staring at him.

He couldn’t think too much of that, though, preoccupied with worrying over what might be going on upstairs. Were they going to ruin his cozy little apartment? What did they want, what could he possibly have that they would want??

What if Bill had hidden something here without telling him, Will almost felt sick to wonder? He wouldn’t doubt for a second it was something his hot-blooded twin would pull.

“You would do well to keep your hands where I can see them.”

Will startled at the glint of silver that showed as the man’s caplet parted for a few seconds, realizing he’d let his hands drop to his sides. He raised them again quickly, “S-sorry,” He muttered, noticing immediately the cultured accent to his words, and watching wide eyed as the other moved forwards, until he was stopped by the wooden barrier.

“You can rest them on the counter,” The brunette added flatly, and Will was quick to comply, something in the tone and glint in bright blue eyes telling him it was not a suggestion or a relent.

He was too frightened to speak and so he didn’t, eyes locked with the other’s until he couldn’t bear it anymore and looked away.

“Apologies for my sister- I told her it would be best to take a more subtle approach. You have a nice shop.”

“What?” Will glanced up with a disbelieving look. Had this mafioso just apologized for robbing him? And then given him a compliment??

“You’re welcome. Quite a lovely assortment of flowers, especially for this time of year,” The man continued, gesturing around him with a tiny smile. “What’s your name?”

Will was silent, at a loss for how to respond, brain stuttering from stress and everything he had to process, and he finally managed out, “Ph..philip. Garcia…a-and you are?”

It was what Bill had told him to say, the pseudonym that would keep him safe from getting caught up in the danger of the Mafia- the name he ran his shop under, though he’d ever enjoyed that.

A flash of amusement ran through the other’s features, “Hmm…call me Dipper.”

He let it fall into silence, staring at the shorter male until Will seemed inclined to speak again, “Why are you introducing yourself??”

Will waited for an answer, growing more uneasy the longer he didn’t get one, “Wh-hy are you here? What are you trying to do…you c-can’t get away with this- you won’t.”

Dipper chuckled, “Are you really sure of that? I wouldn’t be, were I you.”

Will gulped slightly, “Th-the police-”

“Are conveniently busy elsewhere and will not be at your disposal for some time,” The criminal interjected smoothly, but through the lighthearted tone, the first signs of hostility showed. “Do you really think they’ll be any help to you at all? You don’t recognize us, then?”

Will swallowed thickly, glancing out the store windows as if searching for help that wasn’t there. “No, why would I…” He muttered quietly, scrambling for words that wouldn’t betray his fear, “B-but others will help me. I-I have friends-”

“Really? That’s quite interesting to hear. Friends in the mafia, no doubt,” Dipper finally glanced away, eyes sweeping over the lovingly arranged displays and briefly to the windows, “Where you you get your stock from, I must wonder? They must have been grown indoors to even be in bloom.”

“I…I-I don’t…” He trailed off, brows knitting together in utter confusion, resisting the urge to reach out and protest as the man took a single sprig of coltsfoot from a larger bouquet, the tiny yellow petals gleaming gold against the silk navy vest, twirling the stem gently between his fingers as he glanced back at the other.

The mirth dropped out of the man’s face and he stepped off to the side as if about to come behind the counter, adding out of the blue, “You’re not used to lying, are you, Mr. Cipher?”

Will blanched, forgetting to try and look brave as he took a tiny step back, “I-I’m not—how-”

“Deduction,” Dipper said simply, “I know what I see and I know what I know. And I know that you look very much like someone I’ve had the displeasure of meeting already.”

Will found he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from cursing aloud- what had Bill done?

“I’m not him,” Will blurted out, “I’m not wh-who you’re looking for…”

“Wrong. You’re exactly who I’m looking for.”

“Wh-what?”

But he had little time to puzzle, jumping as the unnamed girl reappeared, looking, if it were at all possible, even more smug than she had before.

“It was in his bathroom. Quite cleverly hidden, actually,” She grinned, sending a malicious giggle his way as she addressed the other brunet.

And suddenly it seemed to Will that he wasn’t in as much danger, as they appeared to be preparing to leave. A hand gesture had the rest of the men filing out of his door, and he watched, expression still mildly stunned.

Dipper nodded, “Very good- I thought you would be able…” The mafioso’s voice was neutral, even as he lauded his sister, “I’ve spoken with him. He’s a bystander, as I suspected. No need for extra measures.”

“Good. He won’t be a problem, then?”

The woman’s eyes narrowed at the neutral response she gained, and she turned of the other again, filling Will with dread again as she pointed her pistol, “You. Tell the cops if ya want, but don’t you go and be surprised if it doesn’t help. And if anyone else comes asking questions, we didn’t take anything. Understand?”

“Y-yes…” Will nodded quickly, well aware that he wasn’t really in a position to argue, and relaxed a little when she seemed satisfied, turning away to the door.

“Good, cause we’d know either way, bet on it,” The girl chuckled grimly, door creaking as she opened it- but didn’t pass through. She was waiting for Dipper, the man having reached into his trouser pocket.

A small card emerged along with his hand, and Will watched with a cautious curiosity as it was slipped onto the counter.

“Be careful with that. If anyone does come poking around, it would be in both our best interests for you to ring. Trust me.”

No further explanation was given, only the same lingering stare, before Dipper turned away, letting his sister slip her arm into his and pull him out the door without a backwards glance, the two briefly visible in the display windows before they disappeared from sight.

Will was still for a full minute after that, staring after them and glancing around his little store once or twice as if he wanted to make sure everyone was really gone. He pulled in a huge breath of relief and reached for the card, grabbing it and sliding to the floor to calm his frayed nerves.

The back of the card was what he saw first, and it was a telephone address, a single line of numbers written in small, neat hand. He turned it over and let his eyes grow round.

'Gleeful Enterprises’, embossed with silver into the rich blue paper, with the family’s crest stamped into it, off to one side.

Will bit his lip and stood back up, then stumbled out from behind the counter to race upstairs.

He had a horrible feeling that this wasn’t nearly the end of the matter.

But for now, he needed to find Bill.

~~~~~

The twins were silent as they headed back to their car, eyes sharp and on the watch for enemies until they were safely inside, and the vehicle was pulling away from the curb.

“Well, that went absolutely wonderful.”

Mabel was, as usual, the one to strike up conversation as they settled down into the leather-lined cab. Dipper only glanced at her, eyes mostly still fastened onto the shop’s front door until it was far behind them.

“You were marvellous, sister dear,” He praised, with an approving smile as his sister produced a small parcel of letters tied with a string, “Mm-hm,” Mabel grinned triumphantly, handing it over the Gleeful boy, who slipped it into his pocket without looking through it.

“Now I get the rest of the day off- celebrate with me?” Her question was halfway a taunt, because she already knew the answer, and smirked as it was spoken,

“I don’t think I’ll have time,” Dipper’s nose wrinkled at the thought of spending a night in one of the speakeasy’s his sister was fond of attending, “Uncle asked me to take care of an employee who’s been asking questions.”

Mabel gave a light huff, “When do you, gotta ask? You’re telling me you’ll spend the entire night working on that? Pull the trigger and they’re out, problem solved.”

“I’ll have a bit of research to conduct as well. You should know I’ll be setting a few boys on the florist’s place.”

Mabel turned in her seat, regarding her brother with inquisitive skepticism, “Why?”

“Did you think I would have suspected that shop without a reason? Think back to his features and tell me who he reminds you o-”

“Golly,” Mabel breathed, eyes widening for a moment before a smooth smirk slid into her expression, “Now that you mention it…”

“I want to watch him. Closely,” Dipper explained, with an air of industrial indifference.

He didn’t think he would have minded telling her there were other reasons, he’d learned to bear Mabel’s merciless teasing after so long, and she no doubt would have been thrilled to know that she wasn’t the only alone in her legally questionable romantic tendencies…

But he wanted Will to himself for a while, wanted to see what the little florist was made of and what made him special.

“He could be useful to us.”

“I’ll bet. What a patsy,” Mabel snickered a little, “Big brother probably doesn’t tell him a whole lot about the family business, though.”

Dipper hummed, and turned his eyes to the road ahead, sharp eyes flicking over the crowds of people on the street sides, in the cars, bustling in and out of shops or enjoying midday coffee and the editorials- ever alert for the enemy.

“We’ll see.”

#this is technically w #willdip #mafia au #reverse falls #dipper gleeful #will cipher #my writing #watch tumbleweed mobly screw my post over #if this posts twice i'm sorry k

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She looked out the window in awe, watching the lights shimmer from the earlier rain. Lights reflecting off of puddles, her hand squeezed his hand lightly before turning her head to look back at Seonghwa. Watching him in awe, wondering where she went right to have found him. When Seonghwa stopped at a red light, she leaned over to turn his head softly and press her lips against his. Enjoying this moment like every other moment she was with him.

You… you put it on… Q whispered, leaning down his frame to face her. His bottom hands touching the ground as he stared at her. The soft look he always held for was sparkling alongside the curiosity, knowing- feeling how pissed she still was. Park Hyerin was a curious woman to him, one that even he didn’t understand after all his millennia being alive.

Deepening the kiss before he unevitably had to pull away and drive, Seonghwa pulled into Josun Palace - a place Ateez had personally funded - handing his key and a pre-written cheque to the valet. Stepping out and holding out a hand for Ash with loving grace, the Mafia doctor saluted the valet as they drove his car into a private parking space.

"Ready to enjoy the night my love?"

Extending her hand to prove his statement, Hyerin shook her head with a laugh. Watching the stars personified in front of her, the con-woman was conflicted over what to say. Her mind raced a mile a minute and she remained silent until the memory of earlier that day resurfaced.

"And you threw it away, Q. I think we're both lucky my customer found it."

#Mafia!Seonghwa answers #Mafia!Hyerin answers #xash guardians asks #Mafia!SH's Princess #Mafia!HR's Darling #I legit googled luxury hotels in Gangnam #Josun Palace is a legit place lol #Q is basically the height of my living room ceiling-

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LA #HUELGA DEL #6A: UN PLEBISCITO OBRERO

[Análisis de Jorge Altamira y video-resumen.]

> El paro general del 6 de abril ha sido cumplido en forma masiva y, en la industria, unánime. Esto lo convierte en un plebiscito de la clase obrera contra la política de ataque social y político contra los trabajadores. Hubo incluso un apoyo de hecho a la huelga de parte de la llamada clase media, que se manifestó en el elevado cierre de persianas del negocio minorista y en la caída fenomenal del tránsito vehicular en las ciudades principales. Lo contrario ocurre con frecuencia, por ejemplo en las capitales europeas, donde las huelgas del transporte son la ocasión para embotellamientos espectaculares. A los intendentes no les sirvió de nada habilitar el libre estacionamiento y la gratuidad del peaje para incentivar el uso del automóvil particular. Como la necedad abunda más de lo que podría ser natural, la mayoría de los medios de comunicación eligieron mirar hacia otro lado. La vanguardia de la huelga fueron los sindicatos y agrupamientos gremiales combativos y la mayoría de los partidos, organizaciones o simples grupos de izquierda. Fieles a los planteos que han venido realizando desde hace meses, impulsaron cortes de ruta, piquetes y actos públicos, para darle a la huelga un carácter activo. No desarrollaron nada artificioso, porque la huelga activa y los piquetes están inscriptos en la historia del movimiento obrero de Argentina. Que la CGT los haya dejado de lado sólo demuestra que es una burocracia que ha deformado la naturaleza de clase de los sindicatos. La huelga es un método de lucha colectivo y ha sido recogido por la Constitución de ese modo; la huelga individual no se ejercita ni por los monjes budistas. Es además la forma en que se manifiesta la voluntad de lucha colectiva de los trabajadores, que ponen el cuerpo en defensa de sus derechos y de sus reclamos. Los cretinos que oponen a la huelga el derecho al trabajo, son los mismos que promueven los despidos masivos y que denuncian que la ‘mafia sindical’ manipula a la base para, a renglón seguido, atacar la posibilidad de que la base se manifieste en forma combativa en las calles y en el ingreso de los lugares de trabajo. En la retaguardia de la huelga se colocó la burocracia sindical, que no movilizó a nadie y que no dejó de repetir que su propósito era desahogar la presión de los trabajadores. El país entero sabe que esta burocracia nunca quiso un paro nacional. Hasta las cero horas del 6A estuvo encerrada firmando ‘acuerdos sectoriales’ que contemplan flexibilidad laboral y subsidio a las patronales. La burocracia cegetista es una de las patas del régimen de coalición a la carta entre el gobierno y los partidos patronales en el parlamento; los diputados sindicales han votado las cien leyes que han habilitado los ataques del macrismo y las patronales contra la clase obrera. Más relevante es, si cabe, el apoyo nulo de la burocracia a la huelga de los trabajadores de la educación, a sabiendas, precisamente, de que es la pulseada que ha elegido el macrismo para imponer acuerdos salariales a la baja, con el pretexto de la llamada inflación futura – que de paso es ya superior a la más alta de sus propias previsiones. La CGT dice ahora que la “huelga fue contundente” pero no dice que ha sido plebiscitaria, y que constituye, por lo tanto, un mandato. En el fondo de la tabla se puso el kirchnerismo, que rechazó apoyar la huelga activa, esto con independencia de la movilización que emprendieron algunos sindicatos o corrientes en forma individual. “Vamos a volver”, no contempla el método de la movilización y la lucha de clases. No se vieron a intendentes o punteros K resistiendo la represión de la Gendarmería en los cortes, ni tampoco a los movimientos sociales papales. Carnerear una huelga no es solamente presentarse a cumplir tareas – es también sabotear que se convierta en activa. Esta delimitación política no es para nada menor – es de principios -, y demarca los campos entre la clase obrera y los nacionales y populares. El 6A marca, como se ha hecho hábito decir, un antes y un después, pero a condición de que introduzcamos en la caracterización otro elemento: la burguesía respaldó en toda la línea al gobierno. Ninguna fracción capitalista ‘coqueteó’ con el paro, como ocurre cuando busca apalancar su oposición al gobierno de turno usando una acción popular. El mismo día del paro tuvo lugar el Mini-Davos del capital internacional en Buenos Aires. Los medios de comunicación repitieron como loros que la huelga vulneraba el derecho a trabajar, y que los piquetes en las rutas infringían el Código Penal. La misma uniformidad de la burocracia en el apoyo al paro, a pesar de sus divisiones y más aún de sus discrepancias sobre el paro mismo, desnuda que está advertida de que no debe exponer brechas que puedan servir a una expresión más abierta y resuelta del descontento de los trabajadores. Es simplemente por esta razón que la burocracia de UTA y de la CATT convino en paralizar toda forma de transporte sin por eso inmutar en lo más mínimo al gobierno. El ‘low cost flight’ ya está arreglado, a pesar del golpe mortal que significará para el transporte terrestre de larga distancia si no recibe subsidios. El régimen político todavía procesa sus contradicciones por adentro. La consigna inmediata de todo el arco político es derrotar a los docentes. El conjunto de esta caracterización nos advierte que la pelea que tiene la clase obrera por delante es dura. Con el 6A se cierra en forma definitiva la primera etapa del gobierno de Macri, que consistió en imponer el ajuste mediante maniobras parlamentarias y la complicidad del peronismo y la burocracia, para pasar a una política de golpes más fuertes en nombre de la ‘productividad’. El macrismo intentará hacer suya la consigna de otrora: “ramal que para, ramal que cierra”. Para esto seguirá contando con el apoyo del peronismo, el FpV y la burocracia, más allá de los escarceos electorales y de sus propias contradicciones internas (UCR, Lousteau, reclamo del círculo rojo para que amplíe las alianzas políticas). La huelga del 6A mostró, del otro lado del mostrador de la lucha de clases, una tendencia promisoria. Nos referimos a la coordinación de luchas, como en la periferia industrial de Rosario, incluida la GM de la zona sur; las movilizaciones conjuntas en Mendoza y en Córdoba (Mendoza atraviesa por una terrible crisis de la vitivinícola, a pesar de que los bodegueros fueron la punta de lanza de la devaluación efectuada en los inicios del gobierno); o en el caso de Baradero, donde la multisectorial de patronales, burócratas y partidos afines, ha sido incapaz de dar salida a la quiebra industrial. Los reclamos de plan de lucha deben ir acompañados del desarrollo de coordinadoras, frentes clasistas en los sindicatos y una vigorosa campaña política para que las elecciones de Octubre pongan a la izquierda revolucionaria en el lugar que la ponen sus peores críticos y los mismos acontecimientos combativos de marzo y abril. Manos a la obra. Jorge Altamira

#Video resumen

Video: https://twitter.com/prensaobrera/status/850106948259381250

> La #huelga ha sido un éxito completo. (...) En la vanguardia de este #paro los protagonistas han sido el #MovimientoObrero clasista, el #PartidoObrero, numerosos sectores de #izquierda. Le han dado a este paro su espíritu, su perspectiva, su consecuencia, la continuidad. En la retaguardia está la #BurocraciaSindical, que ha dicho que el objetivo de este paro es echar lastre y llamarse a sosiego luego. Y una palabra sobre el #peronismo y sobre el #kirchnerismo, que han caído al fondo de la tabla. Han rechazado movilizarse. No juegan ningún papel en este paro, y pretenden ser protagonistas de la lucha contra el #macrismo. Esa pretensión ha quedado refutada en la jornada de hoy. El Partido Obrero, los #SindicatosClasistas y numerosas organizaciones de izquierda son las que auténticamente le han dado su carácter combativo a la jornada de hoy.

#Altamira #PO #FIT #FrentedeIzquierda #ParoActivoNacional #ParoActivo6A #ParoNacional #LuchaDeClases #Clasismo #SUTNA #CSC #Docentes #TribunaDocente #Argentina #LuchaDeClases #PO #FIT #PartidoObrero #FrentedeIzquierda #PrensaObrera #Socialismo #Marx #Marxismo #Capitalismo #Clasismo #Trabajadores #ClaseTrabajadora

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