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secret santa

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

-------

During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

---

It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

——

Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

—-

The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

—

On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.

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4,743 words, robinpile, omegaverse, very brief underage kissing (Damian is 16 for a flashback), alpha Jason, beta Tim, omega Dick, temporarily un-presented Damian, jealousy, insecurity, not much plot, no porn, fluff, hurt/comfort

His mates were acting strangely recently.

They were constantly whispering to each other and glancing at Damian when they thought he was not looking. It had gotten to the point where Damian would walk out of the room when one of them entered solely so he did not have to suffer their intense gazes.

Damian wanted to find out what was going on, but at the same time, he was afraid of the truth, though he would never admit it.

“Morning, Dami,” Dick said, yawning as he walked into the kitchen. He stretched and gave Damian a bright smile. Damian frowned hard at him. “What?” Dick asked with that same oblivious smile.

“Nothing,” Damian muttered. He stood up to leave.

“Hey, hey,” Dick said. “What’s wrong, Little D?” he asked. “You’ve been distant recently.”

A spark of irritation flared through Damian. He ignored Dick and tried moving past him. Dick grabbed his wrist.

“Damian,” Dick said softly.

Damian stopped and looked at Dick. He was still surprised to find that Dick was now shorter than him with his recent growth spurt. “What?” he sighed, his eyebrows drawing together.

“Talk to us if something is going on, okay?” Dick said. “Jason, Tim, and I. We’re here for you. Always.”

Damian’s eyes landed on the fresh bites lining Dick’s neck. He shook his head. “Yeah,” he grumbled. “But nothing’s wrong.”

Dick let go of his wrist. “Okay,” he said dubiously. Dick leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to Damian’s cheek. “Love you, Dami.”

Damian swallowed unconsciously. He gave Dick a hard look, his dark green eyes piercing into Dick’s wider blue ones. “As I you, Grayson.”

With that, he breezed out of the kitchen, heading towards his bedroom, which was the one place he could successfully hide from his supposed mates and be left alone with his own thoughts.

Damian threw himself down onto the bed and pulled the covers over his head with a growl.

Damian had not felt this frustrated since he had been accepted into his brothers’ mating, though not officially.

When Tim had turned twenty, two years ago, Dick, Jason, and Tim decided they would mate as a group of three. And it seemingly worked out perfectly. After all, they had one alpha – Jason, one beta – Tim, and one omega – Dick.

And when Damian found out about it, he had not expected the feelings of betrayal and loneliness. At sixteen, Damian often professed that he would live alone, like his father does. His brothers laughed at him and teased him, saying they would be in the front rows at his future wedding reminding him of his words.

At the time, it had only made Damian all the more determined to live up to his promise. But when they formed their mating group, Damian was jealous. He felt left out.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, he lived in a family of detectives, and it did not take long for one of them to figure it out.

Damian can still recall the burning shame he felt when they cornered him in the Cave, resorting to tying him down to keep him there. But all of them were so accepting of it, even Jason.

“Listen, baby bat,” Jason said. “When you’re eighteen, after you present, you can join us, yeah?”

“I don’t need you!” Damian spat back at him. “Any of you!”

Dick just sighed. He sat down on the training mat next to where Damian was tied up tightly. “Did you really think we’d leave you out?” He ran his hand through Damian’s hair. “You don’t have to pretend with us, Little D.”

Damian was silent for a long time. Finally, he said, “You’re just saying that because you pity me. None of you actually want me there. Well, I don’t need your pity either! I-”

“Hey, brat,” Tim snapped, slamming his bo staff down by Damian’s head. Damian’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click. “Why don’t you just focus on growing the hell up, and we’ll decide for ourselves what we want?”

“Tim,” Dick sighed. “Please don’t pick a fight with him.”

“I’m not picking a fight,” Tim scoffed. He knelt down by Damian, glaring down at the teen. With a curled forefinger, he tilted Damian’s head up roughly. “Chances are, by the time you do turn eighteen and present, you’ll be over this whole thing, and you’re the one who won’t want us.”

Damian gritted his teeth. “Like hell, Drake. I thought we agreed to let ourselves decide what we want?”

Tim stared at him coldly. “Good,” he said quietly. He made a move to let Damian’s head down, but in a flash, his hand was behind Damian’s head, holding him still while he mashed their lips together.

Damian’s heart pounded so loudly he could barely hear anything aside from the blood rushing in his ears with each frenzied thump. The kiss was no more than lips on lips, but Damian was left absolutely breathless and speechless.

Somewhere in the background, Jason let out a low whistle.

When Tim pulled back, he was still glaring at Damian. “We have an understanding then,” he said. He stood, picking up his bo staff. Dick worked to untie Damian, who was still in shock.

Tim walked a few paces away before turning around again, kicking Damian’s practice staff towards him. “Now that that’s settled, care for a rematch?”

Damian groaned and buried his face further in his covers at the memory. His eighteenth birthday was two days away, and he had been waiting impatiently for that day since the day Tim kissed him.

Often, Damian wondered if they were actually serious about Damian joining their mating. They never really acted like it, so Damian had reason to doubt.

None of them had kissed him on the lips since then either. Dick would often kiss his forehead or cheek, but they really felt no different from Dick’s overly affectionate hugs. On occasion, Tim and Damian would wind up sitting next to each other on the couch, and Tim would sit close enough so that their legs touched, despite the large amount of space on the couch. Jason, on the other hand, showed no physical affection aside from an annoying ruffle of Damian’s hair.

Damian hated it because he knew Jason could be very affectionate. He had seen Jason with his arms around Dick in the kitchen or dragging Tim onto his lap despite Tim’s protests.

And in the past couple of weeks, all three of them were limiting their contact with Damian, physical or otherwise.

Just then, his phone dinged from across the room, drawing him out of his thoughts. Damian dragged himself from his cover cave and grabbed his phone, unplugging it from his charger.

Damian was mildly surprised to find a text from Tim.

Drake: will b wrkg l8. cvr ptrl 4 me?

Damian squinted at the message for a second. Despite him being an extremely skilled decoder of many different forms of secret messages, he still had a difficult time translating Tim’s texts.

When he finally did translate it, he was a bit disappointed. He was not sure what he expected, but it was not Tim asking for him to cover patrol for him.

Damian: Fine.

Damian flopped back onto the bed, going right back to his shameless self-pitying.

Patrol was a quiet affair. As far as Damian was concerned, only he and his father were on patrol that night.

Jason was across the country on a mission, Tim was working late, and Dick was helping Oracle with a quick undercover thing. Damian had swung past Wayne Enterprises towards the beginning of patrol, spying Tim through the windows.

The other man did not even notice him, typing on his laptop and occasionally frowning at the screen. Damian felt stupid for his behavior, but he could not help it. But Damian did not have time to wallow in his thoughts because Batman sent him down to the Narrows to check on some suspicious activity.

When Damian got back to the Cave in the early hours of the morning, he was exhausted. He showered quickly and just dove into bed.

Sleep did not come easily. In fact, Damian lay awake in his bed, staring at the dark ceiling for hours more. He heard Tim come home and say good-night to Alfred. He heard Dick shuffle through the dark halls half an hour later, crying out when he stubbed his toe on his door.

Damian turned over in bed, squeezing his eyes shut, for the first time, dreading going one day closer to his eighteenth birthday.

“You look like hell.”

Damian could not find the energy to dredge up an actual glare to throw in Tim’s direction.

“Wow, no snarky response,” Tim mused. He took a sip from his mug of coffee before reaching behind him and grabbing another one. He poured the rest of the coffee from the coffee pot into the mug and dropped two sugar cubes inside. Then, he slid it across the counter to Damian, miraculously spilling only one drop.

Damian took a long drink before grimacing and setting the mug back down. He stood up to make his own pot of coffee, something more akin to the aromatic drink most people consume.

“So,” Tim said, grabbing Damian’s abandoned mug and pouring its contents into his own mug. “You still haven’t said what you wanted for your birthday,” he said.

“I don’t want anything,” Damian grunted.

“Yeah, right,” Tim said. “You always want something.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Yeah, so?”

“So, if you tell us what the hell it is, we can get it for you,” Tim said, like it was obvious.

“Yeah, well, even if I did tell you, you couldn’t give it to me,” Damian said.

“You sorely underestimate us,” Tim said with a smile. “Try me.”

“A tiger.”

Tim raised his eyebrows slightly. “A tiger,” he repeated. “Those are endangered, Dami.”

Damian shrugged. “A good start for when I open my own conservation center.”

“Okay,” Tim said slowly. “In the case that I cannot procure… a tiger, in one day’s time, do you have another choice?”

Damian stared at him. “A unicorn,” he said flatly. “I will accept nothing less.”

“I see,” Tim said, somehow managing to keep a straight face. “I’ll see what I can do.” He took his coffee and left the kitchen, leaving Damian alone in the kitchen.

Damian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, something he picked up from his father. “What am I doing,” he muttered to himself. “You’re a fucking coward.”

That night, Damian and his father were standing in front of adjacent mirrors, straightening ties and jackets.

“I still don’t know why we have to throw this- this party,” Damian grumbled. “All of Gotham does not need to be there for my birthday.”

Bruce patted Damian’s shoulder. “It’s just one night, Damian. You’ve done these many times before. Just smile and say thank you for whatever gifts people give you, okay?”

Damian nodded sullenly. “Drake and Grayson are covering patrol, I’m assuming?”

Bruce nodded. “They’re just going to a couple of rounds,” he said. “They’ll be back after the party is over.”

Damian let out a small sigh. He would much rather be out on the streets than at his birthday party. Or he would like to have someone there with him. Anyone.

“Don’t look so surly, Damian,” Bruce said. “Jon is coming.”

“Jon?” Damian asked, his eyes lighting up. His best friend had moved back to Kansas a couple of months back, and they were both so busy that they had no chance to catch up or hang out.

Bruce smiled and nodded. “I had a feeling you’d like that news.”

Damian immediately frowned again. He forced his expression into something indifferent. “Whatever,” he said.

His father laughed. “Come on, Damian.”

It turned out that the party was not so bad. Sure, many people shook his hand and asked him what he thought he would present as, and Damian forced a lot of smiles. However, Jon’s snickers whenever that happened made it a bit more bearable.

Damian also snuck them two flutes of champagne, giving Alfred a smile when the butler caught them. Thankfully, Alfred just shook his head and turned a blind eye.

There were also three cakes. Damian had chosen them with his mates’ favorites in mind – Dick’s rich triple chocolate, Tim’s predictable coffee, and Jason’s lemon and vanilla. Damian himself was not one for sweets, but he still forced himself to eat a sizable piece of each one.

Jon, on the other hand, ate three slices of the chocolate cake and stole a couple of bites from Damian’s.

“You can eat without gaining weight, congrats,” Damian grumbled. “Now stop showing off.”

Jon just laughed at him. “Jealous, Damian?”

Damian scoffed. “Of course not. I have more control, unlike you.”

“Who needs control when there are no consequences?” Jon asked, licking the chocolate frosting from his fork.

Damian glowered at him, stabbing at the lemon cake, not wanting to put more sugar into his body. He still ate it though. “I hope you get sick from all that cake,” he muttered.

Jon pushed his glasses up, still grinning widely. “Nah, I won’t,” he said. “Hey, if there are any leftover chocolate cake, feel free to send it my way. And I’ll have to ask Alfred for that recipe… Dad would love it too.”

Damian glanced around. “Where is your dad?” he asked. “I’m surprised he’s not here.”

“He was going to come,” Jon said. “But then something turned up. He sends his regards and apologies.”

Damian waved his hand. “It’s fine,” he said. A lot of people did not turn up tonight, anyway.

Damian found himself mashing the rest of the lemon cake with his fork, his appetite completely gone now.

Jon was telling him about things on the farm when a girl came over and asked him for a dance. Damian encouraged him to go, settling himself down against the wall with a sigh.

He let his eyes slide shut and his head fall back against the wall.

“What’s this? Birthday boy not enjoying his own party?”

Damian’s eyes shot open, and he scrambled to his feet at the same time. His eyes landed on the person who spoke.

“Todd,” Damian choked out, almost in disbelief. He quickly cleared his throat. “I thought you were in New Mexico,” he said coolly.

Jason shrugged. “I was,” he said. He took a step forward towards Damian. “I was just passing through town. Heard there was a birthday party. Decided to crash it. There is a disappointing lack of alcohol though.”

Damian snorted. “You know where the wine cellar is. And the liquor cabinet.”

“I suppose I do,” Jason said. “And I’ll get right to raiding it. After a dance with the man of the night?” He held his hand out.

Damian blinked at it for a long time before looking up at Jason again. “You’re serious?” he blurted out.

“Of course, baby bat,” Jason chuckled. “Do I get a dance or not?”

Damian handed his hand over before he got another second to process. The entire time that Jason led him onto the dance floor, Damian was screaming internally.

Jason led, and Damian did not even argue. He found himself unfairly entranced by the tall alpha as they spun around the ballroom. Jason’s dark blue eyes and his smirk never disappeared from Damian’s gaze for more than a couple of seconds.

When the song ended and a much slower song started, Damian started pulling away, but Jason drew him in instead. They were pressed chest to chest, and Damian felt like the breath was pulled out of his chest as well.

This was the closest he had ever been to Jason when he was not trying to attack the other man.

“You said- You said one dance, and you’re going to go raid the liquor cabinet,” Damian said quietly.

“Hm,” Jason chuckled softly in Damian’s ear. “I did say that, didn’t I? Well, I changed my mind. This is better than raiding Bruce’s scotch. I can do that any day.”

“Oh, okay,” Damian said.

“Relax, baby bat,” Jason whispered to Damian. “Don’t be so tense.”

Damian gritted his teeth, and he tried his best to relax his muscles. Little by little, the tension left him, and he rested his chin on Jason’s broad shoulder as they swayed to the music.

After that song, they did break apart, and Jason led him back to the edges of the room.

Somewhere along the way, Jason had picked up a slice of the lemon cake. “Where are Tim and Dick?” he asked, shoving a large chunk in his mouth.

“Patrol,” Damian said. “Father said they’ll be back early though.”

Jason hummed. “Patrol, huh? Sounds tempting. I might join them.”

Damian could not hide the scowl that twisted across his features then. He turned away so Jason would not see.

“Go ahead,” he said instead.

“Wanna come?” Jason asked. “Ditch the party. You’re not having fun anyway.”

Damian was slightly surprised by Jason’s offer. But he shook his head. “Can’t,” he said. “I promised Father I would stay.”

“That sucks,” Jason said, finishing off the cake. “Well, I’ll be heading out then. See you tomorrow, baby bat.”

He ruffled Damian’s hair, and then he was gone. And with Jason’s departure, the crushing feelings of loneliness returned.

Damian eyed the mess that was the ballroom.

It was nearly one in the morning, and the last of the guests finally went home. Alfred was busy packing away the leftover food and drinks.

Damian picked up an empty champagne glass, eyeing the thin stem and even thinner glass itself. He had no doubt he could crush it in his hand.

“Hey, Little D!”

Damian looked up. Dick leaned against the railing of the balcony that overlooked the ballroom.

“Grayson,” Damian said with a brief nod. He set the glass down and waited for Dick to descend.

“Sorry I couldn’t make the party,” Dick said. “Jason told me you looked rather lonely.”

Damian shrugged. “Jon was there,” he said.

“I also heard you gave Jason a dance,” Dick said. “Is it too late for me to have one too?”

Damian turned around, giving Dick an incredulous look. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” Dick said. “I know there’s no music, but…”

“Don’t be stupid, Grayson,” Damian said. “You don’t have to-”

“Pity you?” Dick asked, cutting Damian off. “Is that what you were going to say?”

Damian stared at him, but he did not say anything.

“Dami,” Dick said. “It’s not pity. I want a dance because I want a dance with you.”

“Why?” Damian asked accusingly.

Dick huffed. “Because after you present, you’re going to be my mate too?”

“And mine.”

Damian glanced over his shoulder to find Tim standing there, his hair still wet from his shower.

Tim yawned, rubbing his eyes. “Are you being weird again, Damian? Stop being weird, and let’s go to bed.”

“I’m not- I’m not being weird!” Damian protested indignantly.

“And I didn’t get my dance yet,” Dick pouted. “You owe me a dance, Little D.” He grabbed Damian’s hand and started pulling him towards Tim.

“Where are you taking me?” Damian asked, trying to pull his hand out of Dick without much success.

“To bed,” Tim grumbled from behind them. “Jason’s already there.”

“Wait, I don’t-”

“Your room or mine?” Dick asked.

“Mine,” Tim said. “Blackout curtains, remember?”

“Right, right,” Dick said. “We’re sleeping in tomorrow,” Dick explained. “Already notified Alfred.”

“Huh?” Damian said, utterly confused. They passed his bedroom. “But my room’s-”

“You’re with us tonight, Damian,” Tim said. “It’s past midnight. You’re eighteen now. You’re ours.”

“But I haven’t present yet,” Damian said as Dick pushed open the door to Tim’s room.

“So? We’re just sleeping. I’m exhausted,” Tim said, jumping onto his bed and crawling until he was lying on top of Jason, who complained loudly about Tim’s wet hair.

Dick shimmied out of his sweatpants and shirt. He crawled under the covers, pressing his cold feet to Jason’s legs, making the alpha grumble.

“Are you coming, baby bat?” Jason asked. “Dick needs someone to hold at night.”

Damian’s throat went dry. He slowly sat down at the edge of Tim’s bed, unable to believe this was happening. “You actually want me here,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

“Well, yeah,” Tim said. “Didn’t we make that clear, like, two years ago?”

Damian shook his head. “But you were all so… distant.”

Dick grabbed his hand. “Oh, we didn’t mean to do that, Dami! We thought we were easing you into it.”

Damian just huffed.

“Look, it’s your birthday, and you can officially be our mate now!” Dick continued.

Damian nodded slowly. “Fine,” he said. He loosened his tie, tossing it aside as he shrugged his jacket off as well. Standing there in just his shirt and pants, Damian realized he did not have anything to sleep in.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” Tim grumbled, his voice muffled from Jason’s shoulder. “Either borrow something of mine or do what Dick’s doing.”

Damian frowned. “I’m beginning to find that you’re rather bossy, Drake.” He pulled off the rest of his clothes save for his underwear and slid into the covers next to Dick.

Dick laughed, putting Damian’s arm around his waist. “Yeah, he is. He’s even worse during se-“

“Dick!” Tim said sharply.

“Sorry, sorry,” Dick laughed. He nuzzled Damian under his neck. He was quiet for a few moments, as Damian got used to the idea that he was in the same bed as the rest of his brothers. “Hey,” Dick whispered, so quiet that Damian almost did not hear him. “You know, we don’t care what you end up as, right? We’ll love you either way.”

Damian inhaled sharply. He had no idea how Dick managed to figure out the thing he was worried about the most. He even avoided thinking about it.

But in truth, Damian was nervous that his presence would tip the balance of his brothers’ mating. They were one of each, and no matter what Damian turned out to be, he would destroy that balance. He did not want to disappoint his brothers by turning out to be something they did not want him to be.

So Damian kept his mouth shut, not saying anything in response to Dick.

Dick pressed a kiss to the back of Damian’s neck, and a few minutes later, he was asleep.

Damian woke up to whispering and excited squealing. He groaned and cracked his eyes open.

Almost instantly, a party popper exploded in his face. He coughed away the smoke that lingered and brushed paper streamers out of his face. “What the fuck was that for?” he groaned, looking around.

He was still in Tim’s room. Tim sat cross legged at the foot of the bed, his hands already wrapped around a mug of coffee. Dick sat on Damian’s thighs, trapping him under the covers. Jason lay next to Damian, his arms tucked behind his face and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“You presented!” Dick said. “While I wish I could’ve seen it actually happen, it sure was nice to wake up and finally be able to smell you!”

Damian blinked at him. Then, he scrambled, trying to get to a mirror.

“Woah, watch the coffee!” Tim said as Damian darted past.

Damian flicked on the light. The first thing he noticed was how messy his hair was. His face flushed red at the thought of his mates seeing him in such a state. Usually, no one saw Damian before he was presentable.

Then, Damian leaned into the mirror and opened his mouth wide. Overnight, his incisors had grown slightly sharper. He flicked his tongue over them, confirming that they were indeed sharper. He leaned in even further, opening his eyes wide.

There was a tiny silver ring now around his pupils in his eyes.

“Alpha,” he murmured.

He stared at himself for a few moments longer before turning off the light and walking slowly back to the bedroom.

His mates stared back at him expectantly.

“Well?” Jason asked. “You could show some excitement, baby bat.”

“I’m an alpha,” Damian said slowly.

“Yup!” Dick said. “Now come here. We need to celebrate.” He made a kissy face at Damian.

Damian walked over cautiously, his eyes darting towards Jason more than once.

“Oh, stop that, baby bat,” Jason said. “I’m not going to fight you if you kiss Dickie or Timbo. Hell, you could kiss me too.”

Damian got a strange look in his eyes. He sat down on the edge of the bed tentatively, pausing for a second to assess the situation like he was calculating his next move in a battle.

He cast Dick a look. Then, he crawled past him and planted himself on top of Jason. Jason grinned wickedly, crooking his fingers in a come hither motion.

Damian was briefly irritated that Jason did not wear a shirt for him to grab to force Jason to come up to him. Damian put a hand on either side of Jason’s head before surging down with confidence and kissing him.

Their lips crashed together, and Jason opened his mouth, coaxing Damian to do the same. There was a brief battle for dominance between their tongues, but Damian was too inexperienced for the kiss to be very good, so he relinquished the control to Jason.

Dick whined. “That’s so hot,” he said. Tim hummed in agreement, still sipping his coffee.

Jason’s hands wound into Damian’s hair, and a few seconds later, he pulled the newly presented alpha back up. “Not bad, baby bat,” he smirked. “You’ve got potential.”

Damian frowned.

Jason laughed. “Trust me, Damian. I’m flattered I’m the first person you kissed, and I honestly don’t mind there being another alpha in our mating.” He took Damian’s hand and pressed a kiss to the younger man’s knuckles.

Damian could now understand why Dick and Tim fell for their brash, rough, rebellious, and devilishly handsome brother. He was as much a charmer as Dick, in a dark, romantic bad boy kind of way.

“Stop hogging him, Jaybird,” Tim said from around his mug. “We want in too.”

“Oh, please do,” Jason said, withdrawing his hand. “I’d love to watch this.”

Damian barely had a second to react before Dick was turning his head to one side, and meeting him in a sensual kiss. The second he was let go to breath, Tim yanked him forward and claimed his lips for his own.

Five minutes passed before Damian managed to draw a full breath.

“How’re you feeling, Dami?” Dick asked.

Damian just swallowed, unsure of what to say.

“He’s overwhelmed,” Tim laughed, taking one of Damian’s arms and draping it over himself. “Give him some time.”

“Well, then how about you open your present,” Jason said. He reached into the drawer beside Tim’s bed and pulled out a little box. He tossed it to Damian, who barely caught it.

“It’s no tiger, but we hope you still like it,” Tim said.

For a second, Damian feared it was a ring, that they would ask him to marry them. But knowing them, they would not propose so blatantly. No, if not Dick or Jason, at least Tim would dress up.

Dick opened the box and found a key inside.

“A key?” he asked. “For…?” It did not match any locks he was familiar with.

“Our place,” Jason said. “For all four of us.”

“What?”

“We’ve been prepping it these past few weeks,” Dick explained. “It’s just outside the city, about twenty minutes from the Manor. Quiet neighborhood, spacious backyard, no nosy neighbors…”

“Is that what you two have all been doing?” Damian exclaimed. “I thought-” He took a deep breath.

“Sorry if we looked suspicious,” Tim said, his lips ghosting over Damian’s neck. “But, yes, that’s what we were doing.”

“And we’re going to live there?” Damian asked incredulously. “Together?”

Dick nodded, lying down next to Jason and curling up against the shirtless man. “All four of us.”

“Does- Does Father know?” Damian asked.

“No,” Jason laughed. “But that’s the brilliance of it. It’s our place. No bats.” He looked expectantly at Damian. “So? What do you say?”

Damian stared down at the key in the box. He stared back up at his mates. “Yes,” he breathed. “Of course.”

#welcome to the reject pile #robinpile #omegaverse #gaygent37

[justimajin]

Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues ⌠Part 14⌡

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (4.5k) Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Warnings: friends to lovers au 

⇢ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

⇢ Will update every Tuesday (until finished) - next update

Friendship is a word you associate with many individuals working inside your hospital, from how you came to know Jimin and Yoongi from rigorous study sessions in college to new frequent interactions you’ve had with recently hired interns. It’s a word that was necessary to establish at work particularly for numerous reasons, as working inside a hospital without the support of a solid team meant that nothing could be accomplished.

It’s a word that you would had never once considered to associate with him, simply due to how long you had spent avoiding said man when every encounter had your blood boiling until a vessel would pop and you would begin to wonder if you were going to suffer from blood pressure issues in the future. It would never fail to caste you upon one very defined characteristic.

You and Dr. Kim cannot get along.

But it seems that finally this mentality has been broken down. Shredded to mere pieces as the doctor continues to express more of himself to you and instead of feeling like you can barely stand to have a conversation with him in the same room, work surprisingly does take a better turn.

“Here.” 

He simply stares at the paper encased inside your hand before looking up at you with a raised brow, “You dropped it.” You lean over to place it carefully on top of the file he was carrying around with him.

“Thank you.” He slips it right in, “I’ll take that you filed your own report on the patient as well.”

You nod, walking with him, “I saw the one you had left this morning in my office and our notes were similar.” You move forward to open the door for him because of his occupied hands, “I filed it after that.”

“That’s good,” He arrives at his office, stopping for a moment, “As long as everything goes according to plan, they can be discharged next week.” You both share a knowing glance because of how keen you were on monitoring your patients and you’re glad on the inside that he still informed you despite you already assuming.

“I’ll see you around Dr. L/N.” He sends you a small smile and you return it to which he pushes the door to go inside. You promptly start walking back so that you can go through your wards and check up on the various patients lined up for your attention.

An arm swings around you and you let out a loud sigh from already knowing who the particular owner was. After all, his obvious giggles were a dead giveaway. “Y/N~” He teases and you can identify right away that he was on to something.

“What do you want Dr. Park?”

He pouts at the title but still presses forward, “Someone is getting cozy with Dr. Kim.”

You scrunch up your nose with his use of words, “Cozy?” You scoff, “Jimin, we’re friends.” Since he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon, you had ended up dragging him to your office when you fish around in your pocket for your keys.

“FRIENDS?!” A loud squeal echoes out of his mouth and you glare at him right away when his piping tone can disrupt others, “Sorry!” He squeaks out, “But this is amazing Y/N, I can’t believe you’re friends!”

The door to your office opens, causes your intern to accidentally eavesdrop on the conversation, “Dr. L/N is friends with Dr. Kim now?”

Jimin excitedly nods and hurriedly joins you inside, “I saw them talking earlier without trying to kill each other!”

“Woahh,” Jin turns in his chair, looking at you with bewilderment as you sit down in your chair, “I’m impressed Y/N.”

The commotion isn’t something you are fond with however. The answer is indeed yes – you and Dr. Kim are remarkable individuals on your own and working together strengths this, but the amount of disruption it causes with those among you is what you’re not appreciative of.

It is great that you’re friends now, but a professional environment must be maintained within the walls of the hospital. “It isn’t a big deal.” You shrug.

“But it is! I’ve been here for a really long time and I’ve never seen you talk to each other properly without fighting!” Jimin rambles, jumping up and down as if he had downed tons of sugar.

Jin nods, “I agree, you and Dr. Kim are actually having normal conversations.”

A loud sigh comes out of you. They were right in that sense but this was spinning into something bigger and you weren’t ready for it to become such a huge thing, “Dr. Park doesn’t your intern need you?” Jin had to be in there so he could work with you, but Jimin was the one provoking the whole situation.

Jimin’s eyes widen before he’s sent off in a frenzy, “Jungkookie! I forgot!”

The whole ordeal causes you to laugh and Jin joins in as well, shaking his head as he mumbles, “Hired first, yeah right.”

“I’m not too sure on how you will take the news, but it is what it is…” A weary sigh escapes from the drained doctor in front of you when he sheepishly smiles. It had taken you by surprise when Namjoon had called you and Dr. Kim specifically into his office so early in the morning. You were occupied with doing your wards and the latter had been filing some papers when the head doctor abruptly stumbled in.

“I’m leaving.” Your jaw drops down instantly and Namjoon raises his hands before you could question him, “Temporarily, I requested some time off.”

Another sigh comes out of him and you can notice the handful of clear signals emitting off of him from the way his words are only formed in exhausted stretched syllables. More so you can see how much of a mess his entire office is; piles of papers stacked in different sections all over the room and his desk appearing as if a tornado had passed by.

Yet understanding this was only a part of it, for Namjoon leaving meant a crucial position in your team would be missing.

Picking up on your thought instantly, he starts to clarify what is about to come, “I want both of you to take over.”

It feels like the air has been knocked out of you when the pure shock crosses your face and leaves you speechless. All you can see is huge chunk of responsibility being bestowed upon you and your mind races at how someone like you could possibly take over.

Being the head doctor of the hospital was certainty the toughest job one could have. In addition to ensuring that you fulfill all of the duties a doctor has, you need to make sure that the hospital functions in the correct way, whether that was from assigning doctor to their areas of strength and assessing your team accordingly to handling external influences such as management of the hospital.

Leadership is key, otherwise the hospital would run on a commotion of chaos. You have to be a kind, considerate doctor combined with the tactics of an administrator.

You settle onto the concept of the two of you handling the hospital and your eyes briefly flicker over to Dr. Kim to see his reaction. The news has taken its surprise on him but he appears to be much more composed and reassured with the matter.

“I know it’s a lot…” Namjoon attempts to explain, clearly seeing your distress, “But I believe this is something I can entrust to the both of you.” He turns to you this time, “And its only for two weeks because that is how long they’re willing to give me.”

“We won’t let you down.” Dr. Kim speaks up, confidence filled inside his voice. You are still contemplating, unsure if these two weeks were going to pass by fine or be ultimate hell. “Dr. L/N and I can handle it.”

At the mention of your name, he turns and meets your eyes as a way to tell you that this is something you can do. The encouragement is helpful, dissolving some of the uncertainty when you know it will be a challenge, but have you ever strayed away from a difficult task?

“We can,” You turn to Namjoon, sitting up straighter now, “Enjoy your time off, you don’t need to worry.”

The corners of his mouth curl up with your confirmation and you believe that this won’t be as disastrous as you were expecting it to be. If Namjoon had come to you with this news alone then you would have been even more unsure about it, however this is a role you will be sharing with Dr. Kim. You can’t put your finger as to why specifically, but you expect that this extra surge of confidence coming from you partially emerges from how you were able to become friends with him and can envision you two working to the highest standards.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

It’s an absolute catastrophe. You’ve overtaken Namjoon’s office alongside Dr. Kim but there hasn’t been a single second when either of you was able to sit down in peace during the entire day. The phone is constantly ringing making you have the urge to permanently stitch it onto yourself and the conversations were always demanding, forcibly questioning you on deadlines on managerial decisions that you have yet to complete. With one hand attempting to deal with that, the other one is furiously writing down the plans you have to go through and leaving notes for Namjoon to look at once he arrives back.

“Dr. L/N, we haven’t completed our rounds yet.” The exasperated voice from the corner of the room informs you and you turn around in your chair to see Dr. Kim organizing the numerous documents that needed to be signed. He’s also in the same horrible shape you are in – hair tousled and sweat plastering to his forehead – but he doesn’t once complain through the extreme stress.

However, his point is entirely valid. You’ve both have been stuck inside the office for hours and time was starting to dip into the afternoon, yet none of your daily responsibilities were touched upon.

You place the phone on your shoulder, leaning to look over at him, “Should we re-assign someone to our wards?” Your time is limited and the work is too much. There was no possible way you could leave for so long anytime soon.

Dr. Kim is occupied with filing but he still answers you, “Dr. Park and Dr. Min have their own wards to attend to, what about the interns?”

“The interns?”

“Why not?” He glances over at you, “It’s a learning opportunity.”

“But for two weeks…?” You don’t want to question there capabilities, but it is a huge task to overtake.

“They can ask questions if something confuses them. We’ll just answer them on breaks.”

“Do you honestly think we’re going to get a break?”

“Technically by law we should be allowed to.” He takes the finished file and sets it aside, dusting his hands, “And I won’t hesitate to sue.” A mischievous glint shines in his eyes and you laugh, shaking your head at the idea. It makes you wonder why it took becoming friends with him to discover Dr. Kim’s humorous side, but its something you don’t regret at all when you’re trapped within the confines of Namjoon’s office for hours.  

“Alright alright, I’ll let them know. Just don’t go around suing anyone.” You roll your eyes and he playfully shrugs. Once you get up, your gaze suddenly fixes on the phone you had put on hold but Dr. Kim takes it out of your hand.

He gestures over to the door, “Go talk to them first. I’ll handle this.” He pushes down on the hold button before he continues the conversation as you head out. His voice fades out once the door closes and you are equipped with a clipboard alongside a new plan to get this hospital running again.

You are racing down the hallway, eager to get everything organized so that all areas of the hospital could be covered. Passing by your own and Dr. Kim’s ward, you wince when you see the abundance of patients needed to be checked upon. You consider for a brief moment if you should set your clipboard down and quickly assist them, but the numbers keep growing by each minute and you already know it was going to be too much for you.

So you need to grab someone that knows your ward well.

“Jin?” You pop by your own office, strangely missing the decreased work that you used to once have when the intern glances up to see you. He smiles and you usher him outside.

“I’m assigning you to look over my ward until Namjoon gets back.” You hand him the set of notes you had constructed on what he needed to pay attention to. “You have more than enough experience so I feel like you would be fine.”

“Assigning me? But why Dr. L/N?” He looks down at the notes confused.

“Because-“ Hold on.

Did you and Dr. Kim even remember to inform anyone?!

You shut your eyes in sheer frustration, well aware that it should have been the first thing on your checklist to do but the amount of work you had to do get in the way of that. “Namjoon is currently on leave so Dr. Kim and I are handling his work, that’s why I need you to take over my ward.”

He nods, giving you a thumbs up. You smile, quickly heading out to the next person.

“Dr. L/N!” A voice calls out. 

“Dr. Kim?” He doesn’t answer you, attempting to catch his breath from running.

“Assign two interns to my ward.” He pauses, now being able to breathe, “I got a notice that more patients have been transferred over to that ward.”

Now you just want to yell out from the stress increasing. Not only do you not have the time to go through your patients, you have more of them to look over.

“I was going to go inform Chaeyoung and Yoongi about this, can you go talk to Dr. Park and his intern?” He nods and you instantly split apart, attempting to get everything done faster together.

A stern knock thuds against the door as the doctor patiently waits for the other side to respond with his arms crossed. He hears some trashing in the background, before the door is yanked wide open.

“Y/N~” The man boasts, “I knew you would come to see me, I-“

The doctor continues to stand there, giving the speechless man an unamused look when he begins to stammer, “D-Dr. Kim…”

“Is Jungkook in here?” He says with a sigh, inviting himself inside. The doe-eyed boy looks up from his desk in curiosity and a giant smile washes over him at the sight.

“Dr. Kim!” He races over to stand next to him and the doctor fondly pats him on the head, “What brings you here?”

“Dr. L/N and I have taken over Namjoon’s position temporarily and new patients have arrived at the hospital. I need you to take over my ward with my intern.” Jungkook nods with a determined pout and Dr. Kim smiles.

“I’ll get to it!” Jungkook exits the office, quickly following the instructions. His doctor counterpart however, is still baffled at the warm display Dr. Kim had with his own intern.

“You can…” He whispers, placing a dramatic hand on his chest, “You can smile?”

Dr. Kim raises a brow, wondering what the doctor was trying to convey. But Jimin continues, “You smiled,” He points to him, “A-And Jungkook isn’t scared of you.”

The doctor has no clue what to retort back to that and it dawns onto him that it was simply Dr. Park’s nature to act in such a way; trying to coax out a reaction. “Didn’t you become friends with Y/N?”

At that the doctor’s eyes flash and Jimin mischievously smiles, knowing he had grasped on something important.

“How…acquainted are you with Dr. L/N again?”

Jimin chuckles at the inquiry, “Really well, we’ve known each other since our college times.”

It’s now that the doctor’s interest has hit its peak, completely intrigued. “Interesting, let me know sometime of how college was like here for the two of you.”

And with that he leaves, causing Jimin to laugh at how obvious the doctor could unintentionally be.

You do a quick survey around and let out a breath of relief when all wards have been secured. The prospect of not having to worry any longer and just working on your own job is glorifying so you begin to make your way back to the office.

“Dr. L/N!” A familiar voice shouts out and the young intern rushes over to you. You’re already impressed with how he was managing Dr. Kim’s ward despite being hired for a short period of time. “A patient has been having severe stomach aches and I wasn’t sure what to do…”

“Did you check their diet?” You’re already following him back to the ward when he nods.

“It’s a liquid diet that hasn’t been changed recently.”

You hum, eyes tracing over their paperwork when you don’t see any harmful medications prescribed. Furthermore, the patient had been diagnosed with a lung condition. “You can prescribe some stomach relief medicine.” You turn to him, attempting to clarify, “Sometimes being on a liquid diet isn’t best suited for the body and can become too taxing on the stomach, so it isn’t a concern for their specific condition.”

Jungkook beams up, nodding, “That’s what I thought! I just wanted to ask in case.”

You wave him off, “I rather you ask me first if you’re unsure.” You’re about to leave so he can resume solving the matter on his own, but his voice grabs your attention.

“Dr. L/N!”

“Yes?”

“I-I...uh,” He stammers out, looking a bit conflicted with himself, “D-Dr. Kim…” He suddenly mutters out and you step closer to him, confused at the doctor’s mention.

“What is it Jungkook?” You encourage and his eyes dart around frantically.

“D-Dr. Kim wanted to ask you something important!” He lets out and you tilt your head.

“Important? What was important to tell me?” You narrow your gaze and Jungkook throws his arms into the air.

“I-I don’t remember anymore, bye Dr. L/N!” He rushes back to his patient and you’re left confused with the whole ordeal but shrug it off, not wanting to ponder on it for long.

You needed to get back to work anyways.

You wonder how it was even humane for Dr. Kim and you to be working in such stressful conditions continuously for hours, yet you come into term that this was exactly Namjoon’s job – ensuring the hospital functioned on all floors and that no discrepancies were made.

You make a huge mental note to thank Namjoon once he gets back.

In the midst of you furiously scribbling down multiple protocols, you don’t hear the door slowly shutting and the low footsteps that follow. It’s only until the warm caffeinated drink hits your table that you flinch, coming eye to eye with your new partner.

He walks away, hand covering his own mug when he goes into his side of the room and starts working again. You greatly appreciate the gesture, for you were going to be working late throughout the night guaranteed and desperately needed something to keep the neural connections in your brain fully functioning.

However, the curiosity is there when you eye Dr. Kim. “What are you drinking?”

Coffee and alcohol are certainly two drinks that you could bet your own money on for the doctor’s preference, but both these assumptions are flawed when he expressed his own dislike. Now you do wonder, ...what does Dr. Kim even like?

He doesn’t answer you, staring at his mug and frowning. After a pause, he turns to you with a suspicious glance. “Don’t tell anyone.” He sternly directs and now you’re even more curious from him not wanting the information to be disclosed.

You nod and with a sigh, he tells you, “H-Hot chocolate.” He quickly turns around and you are way past the line of no return when the laughter slips out from you.

“You drink hot chocolate?” The amusement isn’t only in the fact that now you do know, but also how you’ve recognized that he would be nowhere near the coffee machine while the rest of the members were routinely around it. 

“Is it really that hard to believe?” He raises a brow, annoyance laced in his voice.

You cover your mouth, trying to calm your own laughter, “Sorry.” A small chuckles escapes through, “It just doesn’t match up to your image.”

He sets his mug down, walking towards you with crossed arms and tilting his head, “My image…?”  

“Tell Jimin you like hot chocolate and then watch his reaction.” You sarcastically retort but he frowns.

“What?”

He shrugs, “Dr. Park is…interesting.” A look of repulsion surfaces on him, “It is strange that he was hired first.”

“Well…” You debate with yourself, knowing that Jimin could be too much at times but he had considerable redeeming qualities. None the less, it was the solid reason why you chose to be friends with him. “He’s not too bad. He did mention that the two of you are the same age…?”

You narrow your eyes, not sure if that was true or not.

He nods, “We are. He’s actually two months older than me.”

“What?” You didn’t want to laugh but the sole fact that Dr. Kim was actually younger than your loud, wild friend is just absurd.

“You should do that more often.”

You abruptly stop, “What?”

“Laugh.”

“You want to see me laugh more often Dr. Kim?” You mimic the same words he had once used with you in a playful tone.

He doesn’t respond to you however, he simply smiles in return.

Although it isn’t remotely possible, you feel as if your eyeballs are prepared to melt off into small puddles on your desk. There are multiple mugs lying around that are emptied from the caffeinated liquid and you find yourself staring at the paper before you for far too long when the words don’t seem to make any sense the longer you stare.

You squeeze your eyes shut. Trying to open them again proves to be futile as you get the same response of the exhausted motors of your brain not wanting to function.

Glancing upwards at the clock, the red letters blare out that it was one in the morning and your shoulders slump down.  

Maybe you just call it a day….sleep sounds really nice right now….

“Dr. Kim?”

He hums, glancing over at you with drowsy eyes. “Should we head out now? It’s gotten late.” You point over to the clock and he nods, beginning to slowly gather his belongings.

The office door is shut with a click and you couldn’t be even happier to finally go home for some very much needed rest. “Do you need a ride?” You turn to face Dr. Kim and contemplate for a moment, but eventually oblige. At this point, you’re so used to him offering to drop you off that the answer comes out naturally without a lot of thinking to be involved.

The car ride home isn’t laced with any awkward or nervous interactions anymore when conversations between you two now flow comfortably. You don’t feel as if you’re sitting with Dr. Kim, a stern cold doctor that you wanted nothing to do with but instead a different Dr. Kim, your working partner and friend of yours that you could actually depend on.

It even amuses you on the inside when your conversation this time heads towards a different direction, when said doctor seems focused on knowing more about his fellow co-workers. “Isn’t he frustrating to work with?” He retorts, still fixated on a certain loud doctor, “I wonder how Jungkook does it.” He whispers and you smile.

“Jimin is really not that bad, just keep him entertained for a while and he settles down.” You try not to laugh at how you’re describing a manual for him, “I don’t think it’ll be difficult for him to get along with you.”

“Are you so sure about that Dr. L/N? He seems to be scared of me.”

“Everyone is scared of you.” You retort but he glances at you with a frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Well aside from Namjoon, and now me and Jungkook, you don’t really talk to anyone else.” He hums, acknowledging what you’re saying. “Namjoon is always nice so that’s not even a problem. Jungkook used to be scared but again, not a problem. I’m not sure how Yoongi sees you, but I guess it’s not in a bad way. Jin hugged you,“ You shake your head at that, “and Chaeyoung still works well with you. So that really just leaves Jimin still being scared of you.”

“What about you?”

“Me?” You point to yourself and he nods.

“Were you ever scared of me?”

You pause, “I wasn’t…scared per say,” You try to explain, “as much as I was annoyed.”

“Annoyed?”

“You’ve seemed to have forgotten how much I disliked you Dr. Kim.” You glance at him, wanting to see he truly had forgotten.

Or simply didn’t want to remember.

He sighs, “You’re right about that.” The car turns onto your street, “But what about now?”

“Now?” He stops the car at the front of your apartment, shifting into park before turning to you.

“What do you think of me now?” His stare is trained on you and your eyes dart away immediately from his heavy gaze.

“You’ve changed a lot,” You begin, “And I wouldn’t go so far to say I particularly dislike you anymore.”

He doesn’t answer you and recoils back in his seat with a hand still on the steering wheel. His fingertips tap against the hard leather and you wonder how the comfortable vibe inside the car was able to shift into the stifling silence so suddenly. 

He clears his throat and you instantly look up at him, “When’s your next day off?”

“Day off?” You wonder for a moment if you ever even get one of those, but you assume it would be around the time Namjoon would return. “After the two weeks.”

“Good. Don’t book anything on that day.” He unlocks the car so that you can leave.

“Don’t book anything…?” You tilt your head to the side, unsure of what he was saying.

But a huge grin crosses on his features and his words only have a deep rose coloring your cheeks.

“Because that day is reserved for me...for a special date.”

#taehyung fanfic #taehyung fluff #taehyung e2l au #taehyung doctor au #bts taehyung fanfic #bts v fanfic #bts v fluff #bts taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts taehyung angst #bts taehyung doctor au #bts taehyung e2l au #kim taehyung fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts doctor au #bts e2l au

[creature-witch]

Hi I just saw your post about using blood in magic. Every now and then I am tempted to use some but I've got a self harming history so I don't feel safe cutting me to do blood magic. Do you have any substitute tips? Also beginner friendly practices would be much appreciated. I menstruate so roughly every 30 days I can get some without self harming. Thank you for having the anon option on because I wouldn't have dared to ask this question otherwise.

I’ll be frank, if obtaining blood is something that will trigger you, it’s okay to not do it, you don’t have to and it’s not a requirement of witchcraft or spell work. 

However with that being said, menstrual blood is 100% an option with regard to spell work but you need to make sure you understand it’s uses. In general it’s corresponded towards sexual/fertility magic. Different cultures have different uses for it but in my research I’ve almost always seen it used in that way, if that’s not something that interests you, I encourage you to dig deeper! You may find something that fits your needs.  

In addition, I’ve heard people use lancets to get blood drops, and I personally think that’s a really great idea. I use them all the time at work and constantly have students checking my blood sugar as practice so I can attest that they’re hardly painful beyond a slight poke. They’re made specifically for the purpose of safely and painlessly drawing blood drops, and I’m pretty sure you can get them at any drug store. 

This way you’re not doing any kind of “cutting” motion, and there’s no blade involved. With most of the styles I’ve seen you can’t even see the actual needle because it’s spring loaded inside a little tube. (They do make some that are just small needles with a handle). The act of doing it in my opinion feels medical and purposeful, not at all like ritual or self harm.

Of course, everyone is different and you may find it doesn’t work for you at all. If not then you might consider obtaining animal blood from your local butcher also. Just be mindful of what types of things you’re trying to accomplish with your spells, and be sure to do plenty of research so you know best how to substitute and with what for which ever specific path you follow or spell you’re trying to cast. 

All that being said, personally I don’t subscribe to the pomegranate juice or wine being a viable substitute. Blood is blood, no juice is going to make up for that. But there are examples of the opposing belief, the most notable in my opinion being communion wine. But even that is a representative. 

Sorry this was so long winded, I hope it was helpful! 💛 

#witchcraft #mine #asks #blood magic #spells #witch tips

[mr-lancers-english-class]

Already Half Dead

Part 2 of Waiting to Die. Prompt by @tonis-writings​: Reverse Trio AU, Sam is slowly being killed by her plant/nature core. But Undergrowth seems unwilling to teach her how to master it. Will she manage to convince him otherwise or will not only her life end but all of Amity Park!?

AO3   Part 1

Word Count: 1889

Sam met Danny and Tucker by their lockers after class.

“I have a problem.”

“You always have a problem, Sam,” Tucker laughed out. “You’re a like, half dead, y’know.”

“Yeah, I know I’m dead. I’m talking about a whole different problem right now.” She sighed, and started unlocking her locker. “You know that thing, that I went to Clockwork about, and he said it wasn’t a problem, and then Undergrowth said it was probably just some human sickness? I think it’s definitely a problem, and I think it might be killing me.”

Tucker chuckled a little while Danny looked Sam up and down, trying to figure out if she was joking. Despite his distinct lack of people skills (He was much better with his technology), it only took him a moment to decide that Sam was not joking.

“Tucker, stop laughing,” he muttered as he elbowed the other boy. “She’s being serious.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, I am,” Sam said. She turned to her locker, and started opening it. “I wasn’t really paying attention in class-”

“Makes sense,” Danny interrupted. The Trio knew more about all things ghostly than anyone else in the town. Valerie knew more about hunting them, Wes knew more about tracking them, Jazz knew more about their psychology, the Fentons claimed to know more about their evil, diabolical ways, but no one had had more interaction with the ghosts than Sam and her friends. She even had some friends and allies in the Ghost Zone, which no one else could claim.

“But then Tucker, you asked that question about ectoplasmic radiation and then Danny, you made the joke about how you should be the dead one because of your parents’ cooking, and I’ve been so tired and short of breath and unstable lately. And that’s when I realized: I’m dying. My core is killing my human half. Ghosts and humans don’t mix well, it’s why overshadowing people is so tiring. My ghost half is killing my human half, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it!” Sam slammed her hand against the locker next to hers, denting and burning the door with an accidental ectoblast. Two underclassmen standing nearby squeaked and ran away.

“Okay first, don’t scare the poor freshmen,” Tucker said. “We don’t want anyone to call Danny’s parents because they think you’re overshadowed. Second, I’m not sure you’re dying, I think you might be overthinking this a little. Third, if you are dying, we’ll fix you. You’re our best friend Sam, so we’ll do everything we can to help.”

“Yeah, I uh,” Sam stuttered. “Yeah, yeah. It’s probably nothing.”

“Alright. You guys can come over to my place after school, we can go run some tests, and we will figure out what’s up with you, Sam.”

“So, it’s worse than I expected, and we need to get help immediately.” Danny looked up from his parents computer setup tucked away in the lab to where Sam was hooked up to a bunch of wires and cords measuring various vital signs.

“Uh, define immediately,” Tucker spoke before Sam could.

“Not immediately immediately, but relatively soon. Within the next few days, though sooner is better. And not human help. Ghost help.”

“Why?” Sam hopped off the lab table to get a view of the computer screen.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Let’s go with good news.”

“Well, your power levels are significantly up again. On the traditional scale, you’re closing in on a 13, on the Guys in White scale you just passed a 19, and on our scale, you’re twelve percent ahead of Undergrowth. Also, you’ve grown another half-inch.” Danny rattled off the numbers. “That means you’ve increased in power by 32 percent in the last month.”

“Okay then, what’s the bad news?” Tucker asked. Sam was still mulling over her sudden growth spurt. She didn’t feel more powerful.

“Lots of shit is going wrong in your body right now. Like, pretty much everything is just wrong. First, your resting heart rate is up to 128 beats per minute while your oxygen levels are down to 87%. Both are off even for you. Second, your blood sugar is down, again, which I would blame on your diet if we didn’t have the last three years of data that say otherwise.”

“Don’t diss the veggies, Danny.”

“I will continue to diss the veggies till the day I die Sam, but that’s not important right now. You’re bodily functions in general just seem to be slowing down. Your metabolism is less effective, your lungs are less effective, everything is failing. The worst one, though, is this” Danny pointed to a chart in the top right corner with a line that had been going up, suddenly plateaued, and was now pointing down. “That’s your core stability. It plateaued nine months ago after you managed to get your plant powers under control. The last time we checked on it, right when you started getting sick, it was the exact same as before. Now, it’s down by 17 percent.”

“That’s not good,” Sam muttered. Danny turned back to the computers and pulled up a few more charts and graphs, before responding.

“No, it’s really not. The more progressively powerful you become, the more stable your core should be. That’s what happens with the other ghosts, and it was what was happening with you. It should be a rather similar ratio, no matter your power level. I mean, core stability is entirely dependent on maintaining homeostasis in your ghost form, and the more powerful you are, the more you can maintain your form outside of the Ghost Zone with less effort. The fact that your powers are increasing while your stability is going down might actually help explain why you feel weaker. Your ghost half is needing to use more of your human energy to keep up your stability, but your metabolism is slowing down, so you’re just constantly short on energy. That might also be what’s up with your heart and your breathing.”

“So, why is my metabolism slowing down?” Sam asked. Danny stopped typing.

“Y’know, I hadn’t actually thought about that one.”

“And why is my core less stable?”

“I don’t know about that one-”

“Didn’t your parents just get that new X-ray machine?” Tucker interjected. He was absentmindedly drawing in his sketchbook, but had stopped to add his thoughts to the conversation.

“Uh huh. It’s in the corner.” Danny nodded to a cluttered area next to the portal. “Why?”

“Maybe we should get an X-ray of Sam. See if we can tell what’s causing problems.”

“That would actually work. And, it’s meant to be able to take X-rays of ghosts. Well, not technically x-rays cause it’s using different wavelengths, I think gamma rays, to photograph ectoplasm, but the idea still stands. You’re a genius, Tucker.”

“Thank you.” Tucker nodded, pleased he had helped, before going back to his sketchbook.

“Alright Sam. How does an X-ray or five sound?”

“Ugh. Do I have to wear one of those weird shirt things?”

“To make sure I get clear images, yes.” Danny was now in the corner, getting the imaging machine set up. “There’s a box of them on the shelf there.”

“I see them.” Sam grabbed the light blue blouse out of the box, turned herself invisible to change out of her sweatshirt and t-shirt, put on the shirt, tied it behind her back, and then brought herself back into the visible spectrum. “Alright, I’m ready.”

“Great. Just stand here,” Danny pointed to the ground in front of the odd looking machine. “Now, grab this thing up here, and when I tell you, breathe in and hold your breath. Tucker, stand back here, no, behind that thing. Yes, that thing.” Danny joined Tucker behind the barrier and reached for the button. “Alright Sam, breathe in and,” He pushed and held the button. “One, two, three, you’re good.” Danny popped out from behind the wall. “Next one, turn sideways. I need a profile view. You still need to keep your arms up, grab the thing above you, yeah just like that. Get ready to hold your breath again. You good?” Sam nodded. Danny disappeared back around the barrier. “Breathe in.” Sam complied. Danny pressed the button. “One, two, three, and you’re good. Last one, turn so I can get your back. Just like that, now give the target a hug. Good. Hold your breath, and,” Danny pressed the button. “One, two, and there you go.”

“Did your parents teach you this?” Tucker whispered into Danny’s ear.

“No, remember when I had that really bad cough last year? I got an X-ray of my lungs cause they wanted to triple check that it wasn’t bronchitis or lung cancer or anything like that. It wasn’t, but now I know how to get a decent chest X-ray. I mean, Mom taught me and Jazz how to actually work our machine, so…” he tailed off. “Alright, now I need to get some pictures of your ghost half, Sam!” Danny shouted.

“Well then, guess I’ll die.”

“You need a better catch phrase, Sam,” Tucker muttered. “And that’s coming from me, so you know it’s bad.”

His words were lost to the swooshing noise and bright light of Sam’s transformation. As two rings split at her waist and traveled up her body, the X-ray blouse was replaced by a deep purple hazmat suit with white accents. Her eyes started to glow a brighter purple than normal, a glow that still gave Tucker goosebumps even after all these years. Green energy crackled around her head as her hair went from black to white in an instant.

“She really does, Tuck,” Danny whispered to his friend. “Alright Sam, same thing as before. Face the machine, hands up, there you go. And, stop breathing.” Danny and Sam ran through the imaging process again, getting all three angles of her core.

“And now what?” Sam set herself down on the floor as the two rings split her body again.

“Now, I talk to Jazz. She comes home for break tomorrow, and she can take a look at everything.”

“So I just wait?”

“You could go check in with Undergrowth again. Aren’t you supposed to meet him for another training session soon?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Then yeah, just wait.”

“We could have a go at Doom? Get past a few levels?” Tucker suggested.

“It doesn’t involved any moving, right?” Sam asked.

“Nope.”

“I got dibs on the green chair.” Sam floated up through the ceiling.

“You two go set that up. I’m gonna make some copies of your X-rays, Sam, and then wipe everything. If my parents think I’m using this just for fun with my friends, I’ll be grounded till I die.” Danny had pulled out two USB sticks.

“See you up there.” Tucker called from the stairs.

“Yeah…” Danny called back. He quickly pulled up the images he’d just taken, and sighed. If he was wrong, then oh well. That would be for the best, actually. If he was right, well, he didn’t want to scare his friends. He needed Jazz to come back and take a look at everything. She would know for sure. He only had a vague idea. Jazz would know. She had to know. She had to say he was wrong.

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #inverse trio au #plant core au #phic phight #phic phight 19

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[optomstudies]

Since we’re starting a new year, here’s an updated step-by-step guide on sleeping and waking up early so you can achieve all the resolutions you’ve just set! Hope everyone is having a happy new year! ^_^

THE NIGHT BEFORE

Turn off your devices an hour before sleep. The blue light from your computer and mobile can really disrupt the natural melatonin levels that control your sleep cycle. End the day with some sort of reading, whether that be for leisure or some summary notes at the end of the day.

Swap the tea and coffee for warm milk with honey. If you must, herbal tisanes like chamomile ‘tea’ are soothing. Lavendar essential oils (used as a room fragrance) are also very calming. 

Write down a list of what you want to achieve by waking up early. Having a plan motivates you and stops you from crawling back to the warmth of your bed. When the morning you isn’t able to think clearly, let the motivated you make the decisions!

Pick out the clothes you want to wear for tomorrow, and make sure they match the weather! Like with the tasks you want to achieve, it’s not a good idea to let the morning you fumble with clothes and what matches well. Have a jacket or hoodie on hand to keep you from getting back in bed!

Keep your bed reserved for sleeping. Put your smartphone on the other side of the room so that you aren’t tempted to go and check up on your messages on social media. This will reduce the chance that you start a conversation with some night owl friend that ends up continuing past midnight.

Make sure your room is pitch black. This is so that light doesn’t end up disrupting your sleep cycle and so that you condition your body into thinking that it’s time for sleep. Try to sleep without a night light. 

Clear your mind. Whether you achieve this by meditating or otherwise, don’t think about anything, lest you stay up tossing and turning. This includes both exciting events tomorrow and sad events from today. Staying up late makes your mind more prone to negative thoughts and anxiety that may be exaggerated. Take anything your mind tells you at night with a grain of salt!

Get either 7.5 or 9 hours of sleep. This is because the brain has sleep cycles that are approximately 90 minutes long, so sleeping past will immediately pull you into the next sleep phase. When you wake up in the middle of deep sleep, you end up feeling groggy and tired throughout the whole next morning.

Roll your eyes up a fraction. Not sure if this will work for you, but I find doing this, just so that your eyes naturally rest as if they’re looking up a little (don’t look up too much) helps me to get to sleep. Possibly related to Bell’s phenomenon, but give it a go! 

IN THE MORNING

Reset your sleep cycle by waking at the same time each day. We all have those nights where we absolutely need to finish something by tomorrow but try to keep it constant when you wake. So if you miss the point where you would’ve slept 7.5 hours, go for 6, since you still have a complete sleeping period, and usually that extra hour or so is enough to get the work finished. So don’t think about sleeping in for afternoon classes, because you’ll just feel worse for wear the next time you have morning classes.

Go cold turkey. Willpower is like a muscle, the more you exercise it the stronger it gets. I have tried the gradual method of waking up at 7:30, 7:15, 7:00, etc. but I found the best way is to just so straight to your target wake up time. As long as you sleep early, there shouldn’t be a problem. The first day you feel tired in the middle of the day, but it’s easier than adjusting to a slightly different sleep cycle each day.

Wake up with a full blast of natural light. If your bed is next to a window like mine, then pull up the blinds to let as much natural light in as possible to stop the production of melatonin. This seriously works. I have slept at 2:30am and woken up at 6am refreshed without an alarm. 

Set an alarm that you know will wake you up. Whether it be an uplifting song you like or a super annoying alarm bell, choose something that you can associate with waking up in the morning. 

Wake up the first time your alarm rings. People who are reliant on their snooze button can diminish the positive effect of a good night’s rest because they are constantly drifting back to sleep only to be abruptly woken up a few minutes later. This causes a shortened, disrupted sleep cycle right before a person starts their day. 

Jump out of bed immediately. Don’t lie in bed thinking; you’ll just drift off again.

Have a glass of cold water, but don’t just down a whole bottle in one go, because your kidneys are remarkably good at preventing our electrolyte balance from being thrown out of homeostasis, so downing a heap of water will just make them overwork to reduce the water levels. Best to keep that glass of water next to you as you work and drink a few sips at a time while you are working. If you drink an excess of water, you have diluted the careful balance of electrolytes. Your kidneys will rapidly dump that water to ensure these electrolyte concentrations are not diluted.

Put on your clothes quickly! This one comes from personal experience. Doing it quickly is like a burst of energy to get you going for exercise.

Finish what you were going to do. Remember that list we wrote last night? Do it now and feel great about doing at least one thing extra this morning.

Don’t have a cup of coffee (yet)! On waking, our bodies stop the production of melatonin and start the production of cortisol to get you going. Cortisol isn’t just for stress, it also starts gluconeogenesis to increase your blood glucose levels (which is important for your brain function) and increases your metabolism. Drinking coffee will disrupt this natural waking hormone, and it also reduces blood flow to the frontal cortex which is responsible for higher order thinking and cognition (source). What this means is that although there is more sugar available, oxygen supply decreases. If you do drink coffee, it’s recommended to drink it around 9:00 or so, after the natural cortisol kicks in. 

Have an apple instead. It’s been shown to keep you awake better than coffee!

Exercise. There’s no need for me to explain that this is the best way to feel energized and refreshed for the rest of the day and to get your heart pumping! The morning air is dewy and hasn’t yet been tampered by the smell of car fumes and other pollution, so breath in :) Play some music with beats that will get you moving. 

Enjoy the benefits of a job well done. Give yourself a pat on the back, because it’s tiring to get up at 6am or earlier! You’ve got your study space all to yourself, enjoy it with a cup of orange juice, and some peace and quiet. Get to work/uni/school nice and early, ready to learn something new and feel proud that you aren’t one of those groggy students with their heads glued to the table!

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[catherinedaly]

TIES THAT BIND.

                      ❝ honor thy family for doing the things your family does for you, children.❞ 

( ft: @graceydaly , @reginadalys , @sonoilbastardo , @reinedufaeries , @maevepetre ,  @bellamysantodomingo , and @violentgallows )

What does family mean to you? Who do you apply that label to? (birth family, distant family, chosen family, etc.)

To Catherine Daly, her biological family is everything; it’s what makes life worth living and what keeps her going strong. The Daly family is the reason why she joined Capulet ranks in the first place--she couldn’t see herself being a worthy daughter to Louis and Simona without joining the ranks alongside her sisters. So, when Louis implored her to do so, she obeyed. It wasn’t like she, the always-eager-to-please golden girl, had much of a choice anyway. 

The warm-hearted soldier does not use the word “family” flippantly and without care, but there are some people who’ve burrowed their way into her bleeding heart. Because of this, she has adopted them into a little family of her own; the kaleidoscope pieces of her tiny family may not mesh well if they were to be thrown together, but they each offer something special to the littlest Daly that she’d do everything in her power to preserve and protect. Her chosen family includes Theodora Moreau, Maeve Petre, Easton Craven, Bellamy Santo Domingo, and Valentina Gallo.

How many members does your family consist of? Describe each one.

                                                                 biological family

Louis Daly / father

Louis Daly is, sins and decisions aside, the best father the Daly woman could wish for. He’s always made sure that his family is well off and taken care of, something he’s unknowingly instilled in his youngest daughter. Catherine is a “daddy’s girl,” regardless of the fact that the decisions he made in the past have directly affected her future. He is a multifaceted man, a mobster and a father, a friend and a foe. In spite of it all, Catherine loves her father as much as a daughter could be expected; Louis loves her as much as a father could be expected to, though he’d be loathe to admit it, especially because she remains to be soft even when he’s plunged her into a world of ruin and immorality. 

Simona Daly (née: Moretti) / mother

She’s sugar, spice, and just the right amount of nice. Simona Daly is a gift to the Daly family, having perfected the art of tough love through playing the “bad cop” to her husband’s “good cop” approach with the girls. But, she, like Louis, wants nothing for the best for her daughters. So, when he approached her with news of his new “job,” Simona readily joined the ranks soon after to further steep the Daly name in Capulet affairs. Possessing a deadly sort of grace and tactfulness, she excelled at being a mother and a Capulet, a confidante and a disciplinarian. The dichotomy of the woman makes it difficult for Catherine to connect with her on the same level as she does her father, but she loves her nonetheless. 

Grace Daly / sister

Between the three of the Daly daughters, Grace is certainly the lion amongst wolves; when something is expected of her, she does the exact opposite and does it well, just to spite anyone who dares to look her way. She is all of her parents’ bad traits and habits bound in one body: crassness, boldness, stubbornness, defiance--violence. Catherine loves her eldest sister as any little sister would, but she finds herself torn between separating the deeds from the person and, sometimes, she just can’t.

Regina Daly / sister

Regina is is far-removed, unfeeling, unreachable--the total opposite of her younger sister. Where Regina is a machine programmed for destruction and war, Catherine is a dove perpetually poised to offer an olive branch to anyone who asks. Despite their differences, Catherine favors the middle Daly over the eldest (though she’ll never tell Grace that) and oftentimes enjoys their encounters, as they rarely end in raised voices, stinging taunts, or balled fists.

                                                                    chosen family

Theodora Moreau

Theodora Moreau is one of the few who looks at Catherine and sees potential rather than impotence. They are everything the littlest Daly wishes she could be: poised, tactful, skilled, respected. They are a god of their own making and while Catherine does not wish to go that far, she does wish to attain the roll of emissary and Theo’s decision to take her under their wing has earned them a loyal companion and student.

Maeve Petre

Seeing the Petre girl is like looking an angel in its face, like taking in a deep breath of fresh air in an atmosphere reeking of deception and death, like seeing the light after drowning in darkness for so long. Maeve is everything Catherine looks for in others and she sees so much of herself in the other, which is why they mesh so well. Though Maeve is more tenderhearted than she, Catherine is not envious; in fact, it makes her love the girl even more.

Easton Craven

He is temptation wrapped in the prettiest of packages that she simply cannot resist. Easton is terribly crass and unapologetic, but he can also be vulnerable and soft. Catherine vies constantly for the gentler parts of the bastard boy in efforts to show him the happier things in life (read: love), but he is unmoving and unwilling--and she can’t help those who don’t want her assistance.

Bellamy Santo Domingo

The Santo Domingo man is everything she could have wished for and more--save for the fact that he’s a Montague. From the moment they met, Cat knew he was different and they became the fastest of friends, the thickest of thieves, Apollo and Athena. Bellamy’s innately trust-inducing demeanor has earned him a special place in Catherine’s heart, a place reserved for him and him alone, a place where she can hide and cherish their stolen but peaceful moments together.

Valentina Gallo

Valentina is cunning wolf with the sharpest of teeth, and Catherine wasn’t sure they’d ever be more than associates bound together by their allegiance to Cosimo Capulet. But, it just so happens that opposites attract and she’s found a home in the Gallo woman, a sister when she had given up on that dream long ago, and she’ll be damned before she allows their bond to fade away.

What role does each member, including you, play in the family?

Louis Daly / il mio fornitore

“Mi principessa, you are a light in this crazy world we live in.” He picks her up and spins, causing the young girl to giggle and cling to him. “You’re different, but special and you hold a special place in my heart because of it.”

Since beginning of her time, Louis Daly has been a provider, a friend, a father. From checking under her bed for monsters, to surprising her with gifts and trinkets, and to loving her in spite of her sharp contrast to what he wanted out of a daughter, he’s been a protector of sorts for the golden-haired girl and, despite his life choices, she’s forever grateful.

Simona Daly / la mia ispirazione segreta

"Don’t not let any label--daughter, sister, wife, whatever--limit or define you. You were born surrounded by those who love you most, and if you live a good life, you’ll leave this world surrounded by the ones you love the most.” She plants a kiss atop Cat’s forehead as she tucks her youngest into her bed. “Make smart choices.” 

Wise beyond her years in the eyes of her then-young child, Simona Daly has earned her title of mother time and time again. Always there to lend a hand when absolutely necessary and to be a listening ear when not, she has always been a constant factor in Cat’s life. Though Simona also pledged her allegiance to Cosimo, she did so out of loyalty to Louis and Catherine cannot fault her mother for doing the same thing she’s now done.

Grace Daly / la mia vortice spericolata

“I hate helping you because you always give me that look after I suggest something, but mio dio listen to my advice for once: when I’m stuck in a rut, I find the person who is standing in my way and get rid of them.” 

Grace is a Montague by affiliation, but a Daly by blood and, because of this, Catherine struggles with decisions concerning the moral ambiguity that is her eldest sibling. Just when Catherine thinks she’s sure of an answer or action, Grace is quick to knock her off her feet and remind her that things are not always as they seem--and that she is the best of the Daly sisters, of course.

Regina Daly / la mia oscurità vuota

“Catherine, it is foolish to dwell on whatever it is, especially considering I asked you about your physical injuries with the intention of helping with them.” An eye for an eye; she’s repaying a debt and nothing more.

As empty and unfeeling as darkness comes, Regina is a shell of a woman compared to her two sisters. But, where both Grace and Catherine fail, she thrives. Akin to the rose that grew through concrete, Regina has surprised them all time and time again as a machine of war and tactile efficiency, effectively earning Catherine’s timid respect and Grace’s unbridled wrath.

Theodora Moreau / il mio dio 

"You’re not defective, Catherine.” Their words are soft, but weighty all the same as they continue, “And you’re certainly not a lost cause. I see potential in you. I wouldn’t spend the time I do with you if I saw otherwise.”

They’ve kept their word, always offering advice and a listening ear to their beloved mentee. Because of this, Catherine sees Theodora as her champion, as the one who will take her softness and mould it into a weapon in its own right, a weapon that doesn’t require blood for reparations. She’ll never be able to repay them as they deserve, but she’ll certainly try.

Maeve Petre / la mia anima gemella

"Cara mia, believe me: we will shine bright amongst the stars!” A giggle escapes her lips as she punctuates her decree by plopping back down onto Catherine’s couch. “We will.”

The vibrant innocence that is Maeve Petre reminds Catherine of who she was before she joined the ranks, before she learned that lies were traded as currency and truths were frowned upon. The younger girl is Catherine’s mirror, her twin spirit; thusly, it follows that their hearts beat in sync with one another as a constant reminder that they are alive, that they are stronger than any weapon ever forged against them, that they are inseparable.

Easton Craven / il mio diavolo

“I didn’t think I’d end up back here so soon.” His words are followed by sounds he’s deliberately eliciting: a gasp, a moan, a sigh. “But trust me, cara mia, I’m not complaining.” 

It started out as a one-night stand--a moment of weakness from the saint who gave into her more carnal desires. But, one night too-soon grew into multiple nights and she found herself growing quite fond of the Craven man--more so than she’d have ever thought or hoped. He is the complete opposite to Catherine--where she is pristine, he is sullied; where she is made and swaddled with love, he is created and doused with war. In the littlest Daly’s chosen family, he plays the role of toxic lover well; he’s ensnared to fragile heart of Catherine Daly with ease and he doesn’t plan on letting go until it and she are utterly destroyed.

Bellamy Santo Domingo / il mio amato nemico

He sips at his tea, absentmindedly running his fingers through Isa’s fur as he murmurs, “I wish we could do away with Montague and Capulet ideology and just... Be.”

If his adorable pet wasn’t enough to ease her worries, his words were all she needed to hear to solidify her amicable feelings for the Santo Domingo man. Anxiously, she accepted his invitation to his little apartment out of watchful eyes and she was instantly rewarded. Bellamy is her confidante and she’s his; they confess their gentle aspirations to one another on the outskirts of Verona over tea. She loves him dearly, no matter if he is in Verona or traveling the world--though selfishly, she hopes he stays.

Valentina Gallo / la mia ammirevole lupa

“I'm looking out for you, that's all. Don't thank me until we actually get you to where you don't need me or anyone else to push you.”

Catherine didn’t say it, but she was sure she’d need Valentina for as long as they were both alive--even after she learned to see what the Gallo woman sees. Val is the Daly woman’s complete opposite and a shield against unwanted or unprompted attacks; she is the eye of a hurricane that Catherine would give nearly anything to reach, just to bask in the quietness and the comfort that follows. As the fire to her water, the sea to her sky, Valentina is Catherine’s perfect complement and she’s not sure how she managed to make it though without Val by her side.

Describe your relationship with each of them.

Louis Daly & Simona Daly 

Catherine plays the part of the perfect daughter well, aside from the glaring fact that she refuses to completely comply to the rules of the lifestyle that has afforded her all she’s ever wanted. Lifestyle choices aside, the relationship she has with her parents is as typical as one could imagine, considering the organization they’ve all given themselves to.

Grace Daly & Regina Daly

She’s a nuisance to them both, though Grace is certainly more vocal about it. Regina pays Catherine no mind as she’s not a threat to her position, but she can’t doesn’t despise the golden girl as much as Grace does. Even still, Catherine works to get into their good graces on her own terms; she doesn’t kill as they both wish she would, but she does get what’s asked of her done and surely, surely that warrants some kind of acknowledgement or respect.

Theodora Moreau

They are more than a mentor to her, just as she is more than a student to them. Theodora is Catherine’s saving grace, her guardian angel in a world riddled with demons. She looks up to them (probably more than they realize), and she works day in and day out to make them proud, to show them that the faith they’ve put in her hasn’t all be in vain.

Maeve Petre

She sees Maeve was a little sister of sorts, as something she wishes to nurture and grow under her watchful gaze. As Cat offers what little protection and guidance she can, Maeve offers peace in wartime and often points out to Cat the good in every situation. Catherine will never be able to thank Maeve for reminding her to remain true to herself when the world demands differently, but she prays day in and day out that the Petre girl will see their strong bong as respectable compensation.

Easton Craven 

Oh, how badly the saint of Verona wishes to soothe the beast that is the known as the bastard Craven boy. Oh, how her heart yearns for him to feel the warmth he was denied for years in his life--to feel loved by her, to love himself, and to love her in return. She’d trade her halo and pluck her wings just for him to get a taste of solace and joy; she’d sin against her God if it meant her East would be alright. She’s never met a soul quite as dark as his, but the littlest Daly is determined to show him the light--that is, if he doesn’t snuff it out of her first. 

Bellamy Santo Domingo

She can hardly remember how she and Bellamy came to be, how she began to see the Montague man as her equal, as her friend. When he left, she felt an empty space in her chest that she never thought she’d be able to fill. But, Dio favors His little saint and He sent Bellamy back to her, effectively making her whole again. She adores the Montague man and his pretty grey tabby; without them, Catherine’s not sure how she’d be able to reconcile the Montagues with kindness.

Valentina Gallo

Catherine never imagined that nervous texts seeking help would lead to the startlingly strong link between Valentina and herself, but such tragedy brings even the most unlikeliest of people together in unison and camaraderie. Catherine looks out for Valentina just as Valentina looks out for Catherine; together, la lupa and la colomba and unstoppable and Cat relishes in the feeling of invincibility that Val gives to her.

What is your family life like? Describe your average day among them.

She doesn’t see Simona and Louis that often--not as much as she’d like. She and her sisters typically only return to the house that built them for special occasions--birthdays, holidays, deaths, promotions, etc--or if they’re summoned and even then, the chances of all complying are slim to none. Catherine tries her best to see her mother and father at least once a month, but in the off-chance she cannot, she’s quick to send a text telling them she’s alive, what’s going on in her life, and that she loves them both dearly. 

Since switching sides, she hasn’t seen much of Grace unless she catches her sibling on her way back to her flat--which is still in Capulet territory, by the way. On the rare chance that she does see the destructive woman, she’s typically run in circles by Grace’s twisting of her words and poking at Cat’s feelings and moral. Conversely, she sees Regina quite often in numerous settings: as a captain, as a sister, as a person, and she’s always quick to offer a warm greeting even though all she gets in return is something far less vibrant.

However, Theodora makes waking up and facing the days much easier. Knowing that she can simply go to them and be (if she’s not plucked for Capulet business, that is) offers an unexplainable sense of comfort for the young soldier. However, the days in which Catherine goes to Theodora as an escape are few and far between; she’s incredibly fond of the company they offer and she’s equally as fond of the knowledge they give her. 

Maeve and Bellamy also help Catherine trudge through her life as a soldier. She’s much more likely to see her fellow Capulet than her rival Montague, but even receiving a text from Bellamy (containing a picture of beloved Isadora, if she’s lucky) is enough to put a smile on her face. If she doesn’t see Maeve in passing concerning Capulet business, she’s quick to invite the girl to their favorite cafe or she’ll even surprise Maeve by popping up at her home--just to say hi.

When softness isn’t quite enough, her sweet lupa is always by her side, whether physically or emotionally. Only a text, phone call, or visit away, Valentina is someone she knows she can always count on. If Catherine doesn’t come in contact with the Gallo woman within the confines of the Cathedral and the working day, she’s sure to send a text to let her know she’s thinking of her and looking out for her.

But, not all things are perfect in Cat’s average day and Easton is sure to make his presence (or lack thereof, sometimes) felt. Whether he sends her lustful texts and pictures at the most inopportune time or calls her in a biting anger, all contact is welcomed with open arms. She’s not sure when she’ll see him by chance (though she’s loathe to admit she’s more likely to catch him eyeing another person, kissing them, filling her with jealousy discomfort than catching him milling around Verona), but when she does, she can’t ignore the staccato of her heart, the way it yearns for him and all of his imperfections. 

How would your parents describe you? (you can answer in-character or with the parents’ voices.)

Soft.

Both Simona and Louis can agree that their youngest, their golden-haired bundle of joy, their Cat is soft. Not in the sense that she is weak-willed or easily persuaded, but rather in the sense that she longs for peace and justice in the underworld of crime and destruction. Her hopes and aspirations are pipe dreams at best--they know this--but the voracity at which Catherine clings to them also give them another word to describe her: determined.

Whether they like it or not, they cannot deny the fact that Catherine is as determined as they come, nor can they act as if it is not their own fault. In showering their baby with adoration fit for a deity, they’ve made her a force to be reckoned with--a woman with steel-wrapped spine who knows exactly what she does and does not want.

Do you think your family played a role in shaping the person you’ve become? Why? Why not?

The Daly family has most certainly shaped Catherine into the woman she’s become, specifically because they are the reason she calls herself a Capulet and a huge reason as to why she is the way she is: the stark opposite of them all. Theodora is the first person with a respectable rank to look at Catherine and see potential rather than impotence and they’re moulding her into a more viable candidate for the position of emissary. Bellamy and Maeve have not shaped who she is; rather, they’ve allowed who she is to flourish underneath their sweet acceptance and she’s eternally grateful. Valentina works hard to decorate Catherine’s steel spine of morals with thorns of confidence and unapologetic boldness; whether Val knows it or not, her techniques are working--slowly but surely. Easton, however, is working hard to lay waste to the good inside Catherine, to break her and leave her just as barren and cold as he is and she’s painfully aware, but terribly stubborn in her thoughts that she can change him while remaining true to herself. 

Has your relationship with your family changed over the years?

On the surface, the relationship she shares with the Daly clan as a whole barely seemed to have changed; she’s still the golden girl, still the youngest sister, still soft in a world that demands for toughness. However, upon closer inspection, one would see that the favor she receives from Louis has made her grateful, the love she receives from Simona has made her compassionate, the destruction she receives from Grace has made her tactful, and the hollowness she receives from Regina has made her resilient. While her feelings for them have never wavered, she’s grown more bold in her disdain for their methods and ideologies.

The bond forged between the mentor and the student has not changed since it was created; even from the beginning, they both considered each other to be more than Capulet associates, to be more akin to family than simply friends. Theodora has been a constant and steadfast factor in Catherine’s life since they’ve arrived, and Cat will do all she can to keep them and make them proud.

Bellamy and Maeve have only grown more near and dear to Catherine’s heart as time has dragged on. Her once secret, anxiety-riddled trips to see Bellamy and beloved Isadora are now coveted escapes from the dastardly world they’re immersed in; her now-nonexistent hesitation she felt towards someone softer than herself has blossomed into fierce devotion and love. The Three Musketeers, she dubs them and herself silently, warmly. She can’t imagine such a taxing life without them.

Her ties to Valentina are relatively fresh, but it doesn’t lessen the compassion she feels towards the other woman. What started out as a plea for help has turned into a strong relationship between the two--a rather sisterly relationship that Catherine has been seeking for her entire life. Val is everything she’s wished for in a sister and more, and she’s looking out for her as much as the Gallo woman is looking out for her.

The relationship she’s started with Easton is new and damningly ensnaring; the most innocent of the Daly’s one-night stand has morphed into a strained relationship between the two of them in which one loves much too fiercely and the other not nearly enough. What once was just sex to sate her carnality has become something much more, and Catherine isn’t sure how she’ll be able to handle it, isn’t sure how she’ll be able to handle broken promises and her own battered heart.

Have you begun your own family? If not, do you ever want to have a family of your own someday?

Catherine has not started her own family (except for the motley crew she’s adopted on her own terms), and she’s unsure as to if she ever will--that is, start a family in Verona, of course. She’s grateful for what the Capulets have done for her, but she is weary about bringing children of her own into such a morally grey and damaging world. If she gets the choice, she’ll raise a family elsewhere with someone who loves as much as she does.

#toeing the line of treason [about] #cut from the same cloth [sisters] #they tell her she can't have both righteousness and justice [capulets] #c: grace/goneril #c: regina/regan #c: valentina/viola #c: maeve/miranda #c: bellamy/benvolio #c: easton/edmund #c: theodora/titania #diveronatask #/ 54 eons later #/ this was......a lot #/ *boldly posts without reading over it again bc i've read it about gotdam 47 times* #/ phew #/ lmk if i need to fix anything @ these mentioned bEAUTS #/ dats all folks ttyn

[youcantkillamutant]

A Map Made in Heaven (Chapter 3)

Prologue...Chapter 1...Chapter 2

Author: youcantkillamutant

Fandom: Marvel (Black Panther)

Pairing: Erik Stevens/Killmonger x Black!OC

Summary: Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens is the biggest bootlegger in South Carolina, but he wants to be more than the middle man. After he receives a letter from an ‘old friend’ of his father, he embarks on a quest to find his homeland. Enter Audrey Cade, the finest mapmaker in the County.

Warnings: Mentions of slavery, cursing, violence, blood

Words: 5K+

A/N: Back with that 1920’s bootleggers AU that absolutely no one asked for! Thank you to @k-michaelis as always for the review and love! And thank you everyone else for reading liking and reblogging I love hearing what y’all think of the story :)

I only own my original characters of course. As usual Marvel don’t sue me I’m broke.

Listening to: The Long Way Around by the Dixie Chicks, Pay Dearly by Johnnyswim, and The Good War by Kimbra

CHAPTER III

June 12, 1920: Charleston, SC

“Are you done yet?” Erik sang this question, as he had for the past few days. The pair were in Cade’s Atlas, Erik watching Audrey paint broad border lines and etch forests into existence.

“Didn’t your momma tell you a watched pot never boils Mr. Stevens?”

“My momma’s been in penitentiary since I was six.”

“I—I’m so sorry.” Shock staggered Audrey’s words. Over the past few days, Mr. Stevens watched Audrey work. He was a fairly quiet audience, questioning her technique and methods not to challenge her, but for his own edification. He rarely shared anything personal, unless it had to do with Wakanda.

“Pigs take anyone they can.” Erik shrugged, but Audrey had a feeling it wasn’t as casual as he played it off to be.

“Do you ever go see her?”

“She told me not to.”

Erik could remember the day they took her away. It was the last time he cried. His whole world sat out on the porch, mom pouring lemonade and dad rocking in a chair. Erik was playing with something, though he couldn’t remember what. Sirens whined louder and louder as they approached the house. Erik’s mother turned to him, eyes soft.

“Don’t come looking for me.” Tires screeched on the pavement.

“But Ma!” Car doors slammed.

“You don’t need to see me like that baby. Promise me you won’t come.” Men shouted, boots pounded on the steps, N’Jobu placed his hand on Erik’s shoulders.

“I—I promise momma.” The pigs pulled her away before he could utter another word.

“Just give me another hour. I’ll be done then, I promise.” Audrey’s voice, low and cautious, pulled Erik back to the present. Audrey decided she was done questioning Killmonger for the day, and focused on the map.

When Audrey opened the note from Mrs. Kae, she was disappointed. It was only a few words, more of a riddle than a clue: Wakandan blood runs strong and rings true, but the key we are given glows bold and blue. Gibberish. Audrey didn’t bother showing it to Erik, but she didn’t want to throw it away either. She taped it in the last page of her sketchbook, returning to the page to puzzle over the words after Erik left the shop every day for lunch.

Audrey kept a list of notes on Wakanda’s possible whereabouts next to her as she drew. Mrs. Kae had mentioned the sea and a forest, so Audrey knew she was looking for something on the coast. North or South? Erik had mentioned that before everything “went to shit” he remembered his father taking business trips to Wakanda. He informed Audrey that his father would return with gifts from “home” for him and his mother the next day. That meant that it couldn’t have been more than a few hours drive from Charleston. North or South? Klaue had only mentioned a ferryman and the silent water. Audrey decided to interpret that as a fact that the bridge to Wakanda wasn’t on a rocky bluff. The closest thing to that description was the Francis Marion National Forest to the North.

The fact that Wakanda was unmapped is what made Audrey’s brain hurt the most. Even with all of the information she was able to pull and rationalize, Audrey could still be wrong. She could be miles off. Or the whole place could just not exist. That was the most frustrating part for Audrey. She hated to think that all of this work she was putting in would be worthless if Wakanda isn’t real.

The map had taken longer than usual because she was constantly fighting herself for trusting Erik’s word, a criminal’s word, that Wakanda exists. Audrey did her best to remind herself of Killmonger’s seedy background otherwise she might find herself beginning to like him. She began to make up outrageous stories about him to keep her feelings in check. Erik brought her dinner? He probably picked it up from Roland’s after punching a man and leaving him to drown in his own blood in a city gutter somewhere. Erik brought her a new set of ink pens? He probably found them on the black market or stole them from an art store three towns over. Or he could just be nice… Audrey shook herself from her spiraling mind. Mr. Stevens is a client, nothing more.

“Okay, I’m done.” Erik leaned over Audrey’s shoulder, admiring the map and inhaling her scent. Fresh parchment and brown sugar.

“Well then baby doll, It was nice doing business with you.” Erik reached to grab the map, a sort of listless sadness falling to his gut, but Audrey snatched it out of his reach.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m coming with you to find Wakanda.”

“Says who?”

“I do. I made the damn map Stevens!”

“Yeah and?” Audrey was too busy flitting around the shop to see Erik’s unimpressed expression. “What about your momma? You just gon leave her with the shop?”

“Yes I am. She can handle the shop, she’s done it before. I’m going.” Audrey was out of the door and hopping up the stairs to her apartment when she finished. She dragged Erik along to make sure he didn’t drive off without her. “Just have to grab a few things…”

Audrey ignored Erik’s grumblings as she pushed her way through the apartment door, bee-lining to her bedroom and dragging out a backpack she had only used a few times. It was bulkier than she was used to, but she had no idea how long this search would take. Erik on the other hand was frozen in the kitchen. Sure, he’d been into women’s bedrooms before, but he wasn’t here for that. Erik was beginning to believe that Audrey would never see him as anything other than a client, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to test her limits either. He’d gotten what he wanted, the map was within his reach, but he didn’t want to shake Audrey either.

Erik surprised himself when he admitted that he wanted a partner on this trip. Someone to share the frustration in the search, the joy in the discovery and the disappointment should things go wrong. Don’t think like that Erik. Don’t think that shit into existence. Instead of staying in his own mind, Erik observed Audrey’s tiny apartment. The kitchen was covered in paintings of the world. France opening to a window over the silver sink and Greece crawling across the cupboard doors. The wood floor creaked as Audrey flitted back and forth, shoving one last shirt into her bag and grabbing her pencil case.

“All done!” Audrey bounded down the stairs, Erik following slowly behind.

“You’re really going to leave your mom?”

“I’ll write her a note.”

“Are you sure that will be en—” Erik stopped short when they arrived back in the shop. Audrey breezed past him, kissing her mother on the cheek and grabbing a few maps on the table behind her.

“Ma! I was just abut to write you a note.” In a moment of brattiness, Audrey turned to Erik to stick her tongue out.

“I’m going on a research trip with Mr. Stevens.” Audrey’s mother nodded to her. She had done this plenty of times, running to the nearest train station and hopping on the express to explore another state. It was all a part of the job.

“Alright honey. You be careful.” She gave Audrey what looked to be a bone crushing hug, releasing her after a few moments and turning to Erik.

“I’d like to speak with you before you go Mr. Stevens.” This time Audrey stopped short, wondering what her mother was up to. “Go on Audrey, he’ll meet you at the car in just a minute.” Audrey pushed down the embarrassment she had from being shooed away by her mother and walked out of Cade’s Atlas, refusing to linger at the door.

“Audrey is my only child, I try to let her do what she wants, but I’m still her momma. Now, I don’t know what the two of you are up to, but if you hurt my girl, there will be a price to pay.” Killmonger admired the strength in Mrs. Cade’s delivery. He even laughed a little at her last statement.

“Mrs. Cade, is that a threat?” Erik didn’t have to wonder where Audrey got her fire from.

“Of course not. You of all people should know it’s a promise.” Mrs. Cade’s voice dripped with serpentine sweetness and Erik’s vicious smile mirrored her own.

“I’ll return her in one piece Mrs. Cade. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

—o—

With the map in hand and a tank full of gas, the pair of explorers could have set off that second, but Erik had a few things to take care of in town. He parked in front of Oakies as usual, opening Audrey’s door in a heartbeat. Instead of following him in though, she made her way to Junie’s Sweet Shop. If she was really on her way to discover Wakanda, she needed to see her best friend one last time.

When she entered, Audrey tried to remember every little detail. She didn’t know when she’d be back. She waved to the kids out front, giving their new puppy a scratch before making her way to the back. Junie was slamming a wad of dough down on the counter. It hit the linoleum with a slap and the scent of cinnamon and sugar flew through the air to Audrey.

“I’m gonna miss your cinnamon scrolls?” Junie looked up to see Audrey’s exaggerated pout as she whined.

“Why are you gonna miss them young lady? Going somewhere?”

“Kind of. I mean yeah I’m leaving for a bit. I came to say goodbye.” In all the time she’d known her, Audrey had never made a point to say goodbye to Junie. If she ever left, it was never for more than a few days and Junie would see Audrey at the shop the second she returned. Junie could tell that something was different this time.

“Goodbye?”

“For a little while I guess. I’m going on a research trip…with Mr. Stevens.”

“With Killmonger?” Junie narrowed her eyes, though her hands never stopped kneading the dough she was working on. Audrey flinched at the laser focus Junie had on her.

“Are you sure you aren’t eloping?”

“Junie, what? No! Why would you say that?” Audrey sputtered question after question while Junie shrugged.

“People talk Audrey. They’ve seen his ride at your shop all hours of the day…” Junie trailed off suggestively, and Audrey slapped her on the arm.

“We are not eloping. We’re going to find Wakanda. It’s a research trip.” Audrey did her best to emphasize the professional nature of this trip but Junie ignored that in favor of her own assumptions.

“I’m sure you can elope in Wakanda.”

“Junie! We’re not getting married. Now can you pack us something sweet for the road?” Audrey did her best to reign in her frustration. Junie loved to tease Audrey about any and all gentlemen callers she had. She wasn’t technically wrong, Mr. Stevens had spent a lot of time at Cade’s Atlas while Audrey was making the map, but that didn’t mean anything was going on with them.

Junie filled a small box with cookies and muffins and Audrey requested more, sliding a $20 bill into Junie’s pocket.

“Audrey! You take that back! I don’t want your money.”

“Too bad!” In reality Audrey just wanted $20 worth of sweets, because if all she got was that little box, it would be gone before she could blink. In the time they’d spent together, Audrey found that Mr. Stevens tended to eat most of her sweets. She was beginning to think those gold fangs were fillers for cavities instead of intimidation tactics.

Junie loaded up two more cake boxes full of treats and the two women hugged their goodbye. Arms full, Audrey crossed the street to Oakies. Someone opened the door for her and she entered the juice joint for what could very well be her last time. On stage a woman murmured about ‘hell, calling me home’ with a cellist by her side and some kind of electric piano in front of her. She waved to the bartender, taking a seat at the golden booth Mr, Stevens claimed as his throne.

“Killmonger sir, Ms. Cade has returned.” Erik nodded to his best bartender, Emerson as he gathered his bags. Killmonger had already put his club in the right hands, contacted his distributor’s and warned them of his hiatus, and ensured that Mrs. Floyd could air out his apartment every few days. He wasn’t quite sure how long this whole search could take. He gathered the envelope from his father last, and made his way to Audrey.

“Finished with your goodbyes baby doll?” Audrey stood and narrowed her eyes at his tone.

“What? The biggest bootlegger in the County doesn’t have anyone to say goodbye to?” Audrey’s tone was teasing, but for the first time Erik truly thought about it. Most of his colleagues were just that, colleagues. Erik didn’t do friends. Too messy and too much work. But, Audrey may be on to something. There was someone who had been on his mind since this morning. Years longer than that if he was being honest with himself.  

“There might be one person. If you don’t mind a little road trip?”

—o—

June 12, 1920: Ridgeland Correctional Institution; Ridgeland, SC

Audrey should really stop agreeing to road trips with criminals. The pair, well Erik, had packed everything into the car with ease. Erik barely allowed Audrey to carry the pastries to the car, and she wanted to kick her fluttering heart for reacting at his gentile act. Mr. Stevens could be kind when he wanted, but Audrey hasn’t forgotten that threat. She doubted she ever would which is why she was pinching herself for agreeing to yet another road trip with Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens.

Erik felt…unsure of how he felt. He tried to rationalize his choice as he sped South. Audrey was silent, reading some book about tides and sketching periodically. For once he wished she would open her big mouth and talk, if only for a distraction. Erik needed a distraction so he could stop thinking about what he was about to do. He missed his mother. Of course he missed her, but he made her a promise and he was about to break it. He was about to break a promise he kept for over a decade. All to say goodbye.

“Don’t come looking for me.”

Erik took the long way around. He’d mapped out a route to the Ridgeland Correctional Institution when his mother had first been taken. He knew every road that ran through it, every conceivable way to get to his mother. Still, he never once took it. He’d planned elaborate escape plans in his head, even thought of assembling a team at one point, but never acted on it. He soaked up every detail of the place, from the rotting wooden sign to the cracked pavement.

As he approached the door, he felt excitement bubbling up. The kind he remembered from childhood, when his father would return from Wakanda with stories and gifts. He was going to see his momma. He felt his heart rise at the prospect of telling his mother he was finally going home. He huffed a quiet disbelieving laugh at the realization. After all of these years, he was returning home. He felt closer to N’Jobu just thinking about it.

Audrey walked cautiously behind Erik. She’d never been to a jail before and certainly not the main penitentiary for the county. Audrey wondered if he was meeting with some criminal before she remembered the conversation they’d had this morning.

“My momma’s been in penitentiary since I was six.”

Erik pulled open the door with the kind of confidence Audrey could never muster when walking into the holding cell of the worst criminals in the state. She saw Erik’s small smile reflected in the window of the door as it swung wide. He held the door and ushered her in, and she watched Erik sign in at the front desk. They waited for a moment in silence, and then Erik was called to the front again.

He disappeared through a slate grey door with an old mean-faced white man following behind. Audrey found herself holding her breath as she waited. She watched the seconds tick by on her watch, doing her best not to catch anyone’s eye. She tried, but she couldn’t help looking at the families that sat waiting. Babies and mothers and brothers and sons all waiting to see someone they loved beyond belief, behind the iron bars of a shitty cell.

She caught the eye of a little boy unintentionally. He was staring at her, and she only turned to look at him when she felt his look. He was young, way too young to be in the waiting room of a prison. He had big brown eyes chubby cheeks and ears he might grow into. She gave him a wave and he waved back happy with the attention. Before she could do anything else, Erik burst through the doors. He strode through the waiting area, right past Audrey, and into the bright, hot day.

“Excuse me.” Audrey waved to get the receptionists attention. The white woman drew her blue eyes up to her face, confused and bewildered.

“My partner went back to see someone, but he just stormed out. Did something happen?”

“Name?”

“Erik Stevens.”

“Oh! Yes m’am something did happen.” Audrey raised a brow, encouraging her to elaborate and quickly. Audrey had no way of knowing if Erik would leave her stranded here.

“He came to see his mother, but she…well she passed away.”

“What?”

“He came to see his mother but she died here a few years ago.” Years? Shouldn’t he have been notified? even if he wasn’t next of kin, he was her son. The courts could have sent him a letter or something. There was no point unloading those questions on this broad though. She didn’t seem to be the type of girl with the answers, but Erik deserved something from this place.

“Did she have any personal affects?”

“We throw everything away after a year if no one comes to pick them up.” The woman got a look at Audrey’s face and apologized. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Sure you are.”

—o—

June 13, 1920: Rantowles, SC

Audrey was happy to see that Erik hadn’t left her stranded, but she wasn’t sure how to breach this conversation. In the end he opened the door for her, and they didn’t talk about anything at all. The sun was falling fast in the sky and Erik pulled over at a motel, got the pair separate rooms and bade Audrey a goodnight.

Erik wanted to shoot himself in the foot for the hope he let find its way into his heart. He should have known his mother would die in that place. Everybody dies there. Everybody dies. The fact that he let himself believe he might still have one parent alive was the dumbest thing he’s done in a long time. He couldn’t believe he was stupid enough to believe he could see her again, after all of these years. He let his self-loathing put him to sleep, praying to Bast or whoever the hell else could hear him that he’d wake up tomorrow feeling better than he did today.

Morning came and Audrey was up with the sun. She spread the map out on her bed again, feeling the forests they would go through to find Wakanda. A knock sounded on her door, followed by a command to be ready in ten minutes. Audrey was glad to see that Mr. Stevens could still talk, even if it was doling out demands. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what he must be feeling. She didn’t want to. That didn’t stop her from trying to empathize with the man when they were back in the car and on the road.

“If you want to talk, I’ll listen.” Erik gazed at Audrey for as long as he could before pulling his eyes back to the road. They drove for another hour, Audrey noting the sign for the city of Rantowles again.

“What are we doing here?” Erik only slid the clutch into park and let the automobile idle.

N’Jobu always told Erik if he wanted to come home, he should bring a gift. That’s why he made this pit stop in Rantowles. To pick up a little gift. Ulysses Klaue was waiting outside of his gunmetal grey building with a khaki backpack and a maniacal grin. Audrey couldn’t figure out why the hell Klaue was coming along and she “accidentally” stomped on Erik’s foot when he ushered her out of the front seat and pointed to the back seat.

“I’ve got to be honest, I don’t like the idea of being the third wheel on your honeymoon. Why am I needed along this little adventure again?” Killmonger had an easy answer for Klaue, that Audrey had never even heard before now.

“Audrey’s got most of the location figured out, but having you along will help us to be sure we’re on the right path.” Audrey wanted to slap him for keeping her in the dark, but refrained. Besides, you can only hit so hard from the back seat.

“Alright, I’ll come, I’m due for a vacation anyways.” Audrey tried to ignore the shivers that rippled down her spine as Klaue laughed and they sped north on highway 17.

—o—

June 13, 1920: Francis Marion National Forest; Awendaw, SC

Killmonger pulled into a dirt patch and threw the automobile in park. The trio of explorers hopped out the machine, Audrey begrudgingly accepting the assistance of Erik’s hand. She was still getting the hang of these clunky hiking boots, not to mention the pants. The three of them made quite the group, matching in khaki and burdened with backpacks.

“Does this look familiar to you?”

“It’s dirt and trees boy, I need to get closer if I’m going to remember.” Audrey noted the way Erik’s fist clenched at the word ‘boy’ and prayed he wouldn’t do anything reckless. She warily watch Klaue make his way to the treeline making an aborted movement to follow when Erik pulled her back, into his chest.

“Audrey.” Her head whipped around at the sound of his voice in her ear. She stared at him in disbelief. Sure they spent a lot of time together in the past week, but he’d never dared to touch Audrey.

“Hmm?” Audrey reply was distracted by his scent, and that was not what Erik wanted to hear.

“Audrey! This is serious. You need to stay close to me. No matter what.”

“What?” Audrey heard the urgency in his voice but couldn’t understand it. No, she didn’t trust Klaue, but they weren’t going on some crazy dangerous mission. For all intents and purposes, this was just a hike in the woods.  

“I made a promise to your momma that I would bring you ba—” Erik rolled his eyes as he was interrupted by Klaue.

“What are you two whispering about back there? Come on love birds! It’s time to find the hidden city.” Klaue nearly giggled with glee. Audrey gave Erik a look that shamed him for inviting this crazy man on their hunt for Wakanda but he only nudged her forward with a palm on her back.

Walking across the treelike was like stepping into another world. Suddenly everything was deeper, greener. The trees enveloped the group and Audrey was grateful for the hand on her back. She could get lost in these woods in a heartbeat seeing as they’d barely been mapped. When Audrey had requested the maps to the area, she found the only ones available had been from the parks’ inception. The ragged edges and faded borders had left a lot to be desired and Audrey noted that she should probably convince the state to let her redo the maps when she returned.  

They walked until the sun was high in the sky Klaue leading them north, then south, then west. Audrey protested each time he led them in another direction, but for some reason, Erik listened to Klaue instead of Audrey. In fact, he barely said a word to Audrey the whole time they were out there, instead using the time to banter with Klaue. It’s not that Audrey was jealous, she just couldn’t understand what she had done to make Erik act so cold with her.

Either way, she was sick of their shit. After lunch, she resolved to go her own way, with or without the boys. The trio sat in a clearing where the trees filtered the sunlight. Erik admired the way the light bounced off of Audrey’s brown skin and prayed she remembered their conversation. He had a plan, and she’d already ruined it by coming along. He didn’t need to alter it any further, not even for a pretty little bird.  

“Now Klaue, I think you owe me an explanation.” He pulled a pistol from his back, and Audrey stumbled back, behind Erik. They hadn’t even finished eating. Klaue glanced up, bits of ham hanging from his mouth and falling into his beard.

“Woah boy. What’s all that about?”

“Oh this? Just a little incentive. Why are you leading us on a wild goose chase?” Erik sauntered up to Klaue, and Audrey followed behind, under the guise of getting something from her backpack. She had a feeling this is what Erik meant earlier today when he told her to stay close.

“Boy, you better put that gun away”

“Answer my question.” Erik pressed the pistol into Klaue’s temple.

“You don’t want to go there boy. Those people are savages—”

“Wrong answer.”

Bang! Birds erupted from the trees, wings beating loud like the blades of boat fans. Audrey stumbled, falling on her butt as she gaped at Erik’s back. Erik, meanwhile took his time wiping the blood off of his pistol with Klaue’s own handkerchief. He turned and offered her his hand, but Audrey scrambled back before she scrambled up.

“What the hell was that? He was helping us!”

“Was he? He wasn’t leading us anywhere close to where you think Wakanda might be. He was wasting my time. Our time.” Killmonger was annoyed he even had to explain himself.

“So you shot him?” Audrey fired back and began to pace. “Oh lord, I’ve just witnessed a murder.” She whirled on Erik “You made me witness a murder!”

“You said you wanted to come baby doll.” He sneered the endearment. “Besides, we don’t need him to find Wakanda. You made the damn map.” He tucked his pistol back into his pants, and bent down towards the corpse of Klaue.

“So why would you—” Audrey’s voice gave out and so did she. She had no idea what this man was planning, and at this point she was too shocked to try deciphering him.

“You gon’ help or nah?” Erik was busy moving the food off of the picnic blanket while he spoke and the words came out muffled.

“Absolutely not!” Audrey was offended at the mere suggestion that she might help Killmonger move a dead body.

“Well you either need to help out up or dry up. I’m not trying to hear all that noise.” It had been a while since Killmonger had quickly killed a man, and he forgot how much he reveled in the lingering silence of a dead body.

“Whatever.” Audrey scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Once you’re done with that Stevens, maybe you can do something useful like help me look for the country you’re so keen to find when you aren’t murdering people.”

“Watch your tone baby doll. Don’t forget how easily I can snap your pretty little neck.” Killmonger didn’t need to be close to Audrey to scare her. His threat rang in the air between them while he wrapped Klaue’s corpse in their picnic blanket.

“Besides, any white man who’s been to Wakanda ain’t never had good intentions.”

—o—

With Audrey’s directions, the pair and some ‘luggage’ found themselves on the shore of a sandy beach. No rocks or bluffs, just perfect sand and calm waters. That was enough to bring a smile to Audrey’s face, but she couldn’t see a bridge of any kind. She decided to return to the tree line and look for anything out of the ordinary. This time, Erik trailed behind her, dragging the dead man’s body along quietly.

He didn’t touch her again, even when she tripped and landed on her hands and knees in front of him. He watched her fall, and she looked back to see him staring as she rose. Audrey glared back, ignoring the feeling stirring in her stomach in favor of finding anything that could prove her map right. She finally saw something where the trees kissed the sand and sea.

“What kind of tree is that?” Erik was surprised to hear Audrey speaking to him at all, but drew his gaze to the tree she was talking about.

“I don’t know, it looks like all the others.” It wasn’t, and Audrey could see that. Most of the trees in this region were lushly leafy and slender trunked. This tree was the complete opposite. It had a thick gnarled trunk and was bare branched. It almost looked like it was pasted there not planted in the ground.

“No it doesn’t. It looks like a baobab tree. Baobab trees don’t grow in the South, or in this country at all.”

“So?” Ignoring Erik, Audrey started towards the tree, palms out. It felt like a normal tree, though the bark was smoother than she expected. She stopped down to inspect the trunk, roots, and soil, looking for any sign that this was a sign. Erik was a bit more hesitant, dropping Klaue’s body to the ground with a thud. Before he could touch a fingertip to the tree Audrey spoke.

“You said your dad was from Wakanda right? And that they had their own language? What did it look like?”

“I can’t describe that shit baby doll.”

“Did it look like this?” Erik stooped down beside Audrey brushing her small shoulder with his broad one. He was shocked to see the Wakandan alphabet spelling out: Welcome Home. His breath hitched.

“Yeah. It—” Erik ran his fingers over the tree and for a moment the pair could have sworn it glowed blue. He caressed the letters again and there was another ebb of sapphire light. Audrey grabbed Erik’s wrist and pushed his hand on the tree trunk, holding it there with her own.

“Stevens, put both of your hands on the tree.” Indigo light pulsed through the tree trunk like blood through veins. Erik tried to focus on Audrey’s words and ignore her brown hand on his.

“What?”

“Just do it. I think the tree knows you’re Wakandan.”

“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever…” Erik couldn’t finish his sentence because the world fell open before him. More specifically, the bridge to Wakanda rose from the sea.

A/N: So this chapter ate my whollllle weekend lol. I wasn’t sure I’d get it out today but it wouldn’t leave me alone either. I thought about breaking it up into two chapters but...that...never...happened? This is basically the end of Part 1 of this story and the rest will be Erik and Audrey in Wakanda, which I’m excited to write! Hope you guys like it!

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Happiest Fucking Man

Characters: Negan x Reader

Summary: The reader is pregnant, but she gets into a fight with Negan. Causing her to question if she should tell him.

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, sadness, regret, all that fun stuff :)

“Does he know about the baby?” My best friend Lexie whispered.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. “No.. God, I don’t know what to do. Do I tell him? What if he hates me Lex?” She chuckled sarcastically, “Are you kidding? That man is madly in love with you! You saw how he was when he saw you talking to Simon! He freaked the fuck out.” I sighed, rubbing my temples.

I sat with Lexie in our room, she was sitting and drawing something on a notepad. I sat across from her, rocking back and forth with shaky hands. The loud pounding on the door scared me, causing me to gasp quietly.

“Oh doll! You in there, hun?” Negan’s velvet voice spoke.

I looked up at Lexie, my eyes wide. “What do I say?” I mouthed to her frantically. She shrugged and motioned to go to the door. I stood up, slowly walking over to the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. He graced me with a toothy grin, I gave him a half smile. He furrowed his brows, “Not excited to see me?”

I looked down, shaking my head. “No, no. I missed you.” He smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me against him. He leaned close, tipping my head up with his thumb he pressed a passion fueled kiss to my lips. I kissed him back eagerly, the nerves going away with every second.

“C’mere doll, I got somethin’ to  fuckin’ talk to ya’ about.” He whispered in my ear. Looking back at Lexie once more, she gave me a thumbs up and winked. I turned back and followed Negan back to his room. When we got inside he asked me to sit down. I could tell trouble was brewing, and I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t scaring me. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking down. “So.. I know this is gonna be fuckin’ hard as shit, but It’s gotta happen.” I looked up, completely dumbfounded. “What’s gotta happen?” He stalled, looking around the room. “I gotta go sweetheart.” I raised an eyebrow, standing up. “Go where, Negan.” My tone was one he recognized. Disappointment. Anger. Resentment.

“Simon and I gotta go on a stupid fuckin’ run. It’s about a week.. Or two..” My blood boiled at his statement. “No.”  I said. “I’m fuckin’ sorry, doll. I have to-”

“NO. No, Negan! I am not doing this shit with you again. I can’t. Not again.” My voice cracked, I looked at my stomach. I could tell he was getting angry as he scoffed. “You don’t get a fucking say in the matter, sugar.” I chuckled angrily, “Oh really? Negan you're not fucking leaving. I’m not gonna say it again.” My voice was getting louder by the second.

“Oh my fucking- Jesus, Y/N! Stop being such a fucking bitch! I am leaving, that's the end of it.” He snapped at me. I could feel the venom from his words shoot right into my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes. My hands shook in fear and anger.

Last time Negan went on a run he came back with a gunshot in his shoulder from Rick. He promised he wouldn’t leave me again, and he wouldn’t get hurt. I asked him to not go on runs anymore, and he promised. He promised me.

“You.. You made a fucking promise Negan! You said it yourself, you’re a man of your word.” He bit his lip, his persona breaking for a moment before coming back. “Yah well, I guess you don’t always get what you want, princess.” I broke down in tears, sitting back down on his bed.

His eyes scanned my shaking frame. My heart shattered at the sound of the door opening, then being slammed shut. I layed in his bed, holding his pillow close to my body. I wasn’t angry at him, I was angry that I have to constantly wonder if he’s alive. That was the hard part. I put my hand on my stomach, sniffling. Maybe he didn’t need to know, and just maybe when he got back I wouldn’t be waiting for him.

A week and a half later he came back. The sound of his booming voice broke through the silence of the cafeteria. Upon his arrival I stood up and walked out. He locked eyes with me. “No welcome back hug, sugar?” He sneered. “Fuck you, Negan.” I blatantly replied back. Gasps erupted throughout the room. I didn’t care anymore.

I had an appointment with Carson later that day to check on the baby and make sure I was healthy. He told me everything was fine, and I was already at about a month. Luckily for me, I wasn’t showing just yet, but he said in the coming weeks I would be. I smiled, thanking him. He knew the situation between Negan and I, and he didn’t question my reasoning for not telling him.

I left the examination room, walking down to the dorm I shared with Lexie. I walked in and gasped as I saw Negan sitting down at the desk, his head in his hands. I looked at him, confused. “Negan..?” I asked with a quiet voice, not wanting to startle him. He looked up, and I couldn’t tell if he looked angry or hurt. Probably a bit of both.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” His tone gave away the hurt and betrayal he was feeling at the moment. “Tell you what?” I hoped he wasn’t talking about the baby.. He got up, throwing the desk lamp against the wall, the glass breaking. I jumped at his outburst, backing away carefully. “The baby, Y/N! My fucking kid! That you didn’t tell me about! How could you fucking do that to me? Just let me leave like that?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I paused, collecting my thoughts. “Negan you left, because you wanted to. Nobody forced you to go, but you did. You made that choice. I was fucking excited to tell you. I was going to. YOU, made me choose not to. That is your fault. Do not try and make me out to be the bad guy.”

He laughed, “Oh please! You fucking knew I would have stayed, but no. You thought I didn’t deserve to know you are carrying MY fucking kid! This isn’t just some small shit, this is a fucking child!” I yelled back at him, “Your kid? This is OUR fucking kid. Don’t ever think otherwise either! And of course I didn’t think you deserved to know! Look at you Negan! You’re a fucking mess! Something doesn’t go your way and you freak the fuck out!”

He growled, “Fuck you. You fucking knew I had a right to know. I could have fucking been there with you! I would have been there!” I looked down, placing a hand on my stomach. He was right. I felt guilt flood my system at his comment. It was true, he would have stayed.

I started crying once again, tears slipping down my cheeks and onto my t-shirt. “I-.. You’re right.” He looked at me, tilting his head. “I never.. I never should have fucking. God. I’m so fucking stupid. I fucking ruined everything. Jesus..” I rested my hands on the bedside table. I sat down on the bed, trying to catch my shaky breaths.

The tears soon turned into waterfalls, I repeated broken apologies over and over, hoping he would forgive me. He sat down next to me, pulling me into his lap. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, not letting him leave. “I’m so fucking sorry…” He nodded, kissing my head. “I know, honey. I’m sorry for being such an ignorant fuck. I should’ve known there was something wrong.”

He held me, whispering to me all the things he wanted to do with the baby. I closed my eyes, burying my head in his shoulder, listening to his words was peaceful to me. “Don’t leave me again please.” I pleaded with him, he kissed my neck gently. “I’m here doll, I’m not leaving again.” I nodded, inhaling the scent of his leather jacket.

“We’ll be okay right? Me, you.. And the baby?” I asked softly.

He nodded, “Me, you, and the baby are going to be fucking perfect.. Thank you, Y/N.”

I looked up, “For what?”

“For making me the happiest fucking man in the world. I love you, my beautiful girl.”

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[a-wanderers-nonsense]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Leif “Varro” Lafai Eye Color: Visible eye is a dark red color Hair Style/Color: His hair is a sandy blonde color with red strands scattered about. The hairstyle itself can only be described as “knows he needs to take care of it but forgets constantly, keeps making plans to go to an aesthetician but winds up getting distracted.” Height: 5′2″, usually

Clothing Style: Varro prefers to keep himself covered up, hiding a wide array of old scars from his past. The only time he forgets this rule is when it would actually be detrimental to his health to remain so.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: “Dying alone and forgotten.” Your Guilty Pleasure: “Anythin’ wit’ sugar in it.” Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “What happened to your eye?” “Where’s your arm?” “Sorry, no pets allowed... especially not birds of that size.” “We’re going to have to search your pockets for anything dangerous.” “State your business.” Your Ambition for the Future: “Get stronger. Strong enough that no one can hurt us.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “Where am I?” “Safe? Safe.” “Quasi?”

What You Think About the Most: “Where are we going?”

What You Think About Before Bed: “Check everything. Make sure we’re safe.”

Your Best Quality Is: “Living ou’ of spite.”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: “Wha’?” To be Loved or Respected: “Both” Beauty or Brains: “Both can be used fer things. Personally don’ care as long as yer kind.” Dogs or Cats: “Birds”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “If ye need tae.” Believe in Yourself: “Fuck nae” Believe in Love: “Sure, fel’ i’ mahself once upon o’ time...” Want Someone: “Not particularly”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: A dark chuckle, “no’ the kind yer thinkin’ oof, probably.” Done Drugs: “No’ willin’ly” Changed Who You Were to Fit In: “’ow the fuck are we suppose tae fi’ in otherwise?”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: “Red an’ Gold, like the sun” Favorite Animal: “Vultures, they ge’ tae much oof a bad rep jus’ fer tryin’ tae survive.” Favorite Food: “Dunnae, no’ really picky with wha’ we ea’.“ Favorite Game: “Hmmm... memory games ah guess.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: “Dunnae, don’ bother keepin track.” How Old Will You Be: “Ah’ll stick tae 35 summers thank ye very much.” Age You Lost Your Virginity: “As far as ah’m concerned, ah haven’.” Does Age Matter: “No’ really. People come an’ go, bes’ tae make friend’s wit’ the ones tha’ stay longes’.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: “Strong and kind” Best Eye Color: “Don’ ma’er” Best Hair Color: “Seriously?” Best thing to do with a Partner: “Ah dunnae, watch the star’s ah guess?”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: “Quasi” I feel: “Lost” I hide: “My rage” I miss: “My friends” I wish: “I belonged”

Tagged by: @marjiandco (im sorry for taking so long!)

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[vanceoliver]

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[oumaimaoriflame]

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By Harold Adams

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[solarbird]

February 2075

[The twenty-seventh instalment]

"None of these are nice people," said Widowmaker.

"Goes without sayin', don't it?" said Lena, popping a bit of handmade picture candy into her mouth, flavoured hard candies with an image running throughout, looking like little round slices of pomegranate, pips and all, made entirely by pulling sugar. "These came out great, love. I thought you couldn't cook."

Amélie raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I have some talents beyond shooting people. But this is confectionary, not cooking, it is different."

"How's that then?"

"Because I am French and know better than English barbarians about food."

Venom laughed. "Oh, right. Of course."

"But - yes, that these are bad people does go without saying. Still, moreso, even than usual, these are not good people." She threw Venom a file from her padd. "Here is a dossier on everyone I expect to attend - you should memorise it."

"Gotcha." Venom slid aside news of the latest anti-Omnic violence in North America - and the latest retaliation from Null Sector - to flip through the pages she'd just received. "Huh... Most of these... they're just ordinary criminals. Bad ones, but just criminals."

"Yes," Widowmaker agreed. "They are suppliers and sellers, not movers of history. They are without ideals," she frowned. "But we need to deal with them, occasionally, and that means dealing with their, um... muscle? Yes. Muscle. Bodyguards. I had to make an example of one, a few years ago."

"That's too bad."

The elder assassin shrugged. "Yes, I'm sure he was an adorable child with a mother, once."

Venom laughed. "And probably killed her."

"I do not have room to talk," said Amélie, pointedly. "But I do not wish to make any further examples. Bringing you, I hope, will help make that less likely."

"Really?" asked Tracer, wondering if Amélie could make these candies with maltose. Chocolate's great, but variety's good too. "Why?"

Widowmaker smiled. "Your reputation in certain circles precedes you."

Venom licked her lips. "Fantastic."

"But behave," said the blue assassin. "I'm bringing you to prevent problems, not cause them."

"'Course, love," said the teleporting assassin, cockily. "Don't I always?"

"Honestly?" asked the spider.

"Never but," said the striped assassin.

"Yes," the blue woman smiled, "You do."

"Aw," the younger assassin pouted, "You're no fun today."

"Should I start lying to you, then?" asked Amélie, amusement in her voice.

"Fiiiiiiine," Venom said, with greatly exaggerated exasperation, "I'll be good."

-----

Widowmaker touched her comm. "McCree, from Widowmaker. Do we have an all clear?"

Over comms, the cowboy replied, "Widowmaker, McCree - I hear ya. All clear. C'mon down whenever when you're ready."

"McCree, thank you. We'll keep you looped in, but otherwise, we'll take over from here. Switching to monitor mode."

"McCree switching to radio silence and out."

The meeting had been scheduled for a large conference room on the second floor of a older, nondescript, and otherwise-empty metal building in Caracas, hosted by a trusted neutral party specialising in such arrangements. "Why are these things always in warehouses?" Venom asked, as she landed their stealthed light flyer on a rooftop two blocks away.

"Because warehouses are boring," replied Widowmaker. "Clients rotate in and out of light industrial facilities like these constantly, as companies build and fail, and so strangers are not..."

Venom broke in, "Rhetorical, love," as she unstrapped from the pilot's seat.

"Ah, of course," the spider said, opening the side hatch. "I will punish you later."

"Ooooh, goodie," said Venom.

"Behave."

"Yeh, yeh."

The two assassins executed their own secondary recon of the facility before approaching, and a second facilities check before entering. "Looks clean," said Venom, from atop a building on one block; her partner agreed, from atop a building the block opposite, and they fell in together.

Most of the expected buyers and sellers had arrived already, a few early, some just entering from the lower level as the Talon pair entered from the balcony entrance above. Widowmaker spotted the Menger Group's muscle as soon as she walked in, but not Javier Menger himself. She leaned to Venom as the two descended the stairwell and said, "Menger Group, on the opposite wall, but no Javier. I am concerned. He does not miss these meetings."

Venom nodded affirmatively, a subtle gesture. Texans, she remembered from the dossier. SIG Sauer specialists and neo-fundamentalist survivalists. "One of the muscle has a much better suit than in the photos," she said quietly to Widowmaker. "Something's changed."

Widowmaker agreed. "Caleb. I've seen him - and his bodyguard - before. Javier kept them both on tight reins."

As the senior assassin side-eyed that new suit, Caleb caught her glance and bristled. "I see you brought your new guard dog," he called from across the room, a bit of extra sneer in his heavy Texan accent. "She better be well-trained."

The room instantly grew very quiet. Other groups subtly edged away from the Menger representatives.

Oh, thought the spider, how tiring. The new boss feels he must establish himself, and has chosen me. "Javier, are you here?" she called, scanning the room for the older Menger. "Is this the kind of help you've resorted to hiring these days?"

"Javier's out," said Caleb. "You aren't dealing with the old man anymore. I'm running the show now."

"That is unfortunate," said the Widowmaker, wondering how recently it'd happened. Enculer, she thought. Bizarre religion or not, he would keep his promises. Aloud, she continued, "Javier was reliable, and often pleasant. I will hope his successors decide to continue that tradition."

"That right?" said the woman with him, Haley, the bodyguard, possibly a new lieutenant, judging from the swagger. "We all thought it was time for some fresh blood. People who won't let themselves get led 'round by a pretty blue face."

The Widowmaker frowned.

Turning to Venom, Haley gazed down at the much smaller woman. "But we ain't the only fresh blood, are we? Careful, little bitch," she mocked, "don't want to get hurt playin' with the big dogs." She pronounced it like "dawgs."

They do not deserve artistic deaths, thought the Widowmaker. But examples must sometimes be made.

"Venom?" asked Widowmaker.

"Yes, love?" asked Venom.

"Sting." said Widowmaker.

"Yes, love." said Venom.

She never even appeared to move. There was a flash of light, which was actually three, and what sounded like a single shot, but was actually two. Both offenders dropped to the ground, dead, individual bullets placed precisely into the centres of their forebrains.

Instant, perfect death. Not as elegant as some, perhaps, but strong lines, and good design, a clean, modernist improvisation. Widowmaker approved. "Nicely done."

Shouts of shock echoed around the room as the bodies hit the floor, not all of those dead. Venom smiled, sweetly, and looked up to her spider. "Anyone else, love?"

"Thank you, no," said the Widowmaker. "I think that should do." She turned her gaze slowly across the room. "Unless, of course, anyone else has additional commentary to bring to the conversation?"

The room became quiet, and still.

"Then shall we get to the tasks at hand?" asked the Widowmaker. Looking past the table, she said, "I'm sure our hosts can handle the mess, can't you?"

A couple of agents in matching grey suits nodded. "Just waiting for your permission to move, ma'am," said the smarter of them.

Widowmaker chuckled. "Excellent. Please do." Turning back to the room, she said, "Why don't we get down to business?"

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[irinasergyeyevna-blog]

There is a method to my madness

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