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tillthelandslide · 12 days
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Happy Valentine's Day - Ross Macdonald Instagram AU
A/n: the insta au's are back baby!!!!!! Read this first please :)... cant lie this kind of turned into a gabbriette insta au xD (p.s don't hate me for using that picture 👀)
yourinstagram and gabbriette:
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yourinstagram happy galentines @gabbriette and before any of you say "but she's got Matty blah blah blah" I will fight the bitch @trumanblack (ly really bestie, but I'll do it and you know I will win)
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gabbriette happy galentines my love ❤️ you can have me any time and you know it... Sorry @trumanblack
trumanblack why am I being abused?
rass1975 pretty girl🖤
↳ yourinstagram ❤️
75fan um excuse me Mr MacDonald 👀
yourinstagram posted on her story:
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caption: @gabbriette is making me use the healthy shit 🤢😂
gabbriette replied to your story: oh shush you
rass1975 replied to your story: save me one please 🥺❤️
yourinstagram:
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yourinstagram mine vs @gabbriette ... Mine are better.
p.s i had the best valentine's day guys 👀
rass1975 can confirm
↳ yourinstagram of course you're going to say that
↳ rass1975 are you suggesting I'm biased sweets?
↳ yourinstagram maybe a lil
↳ rass1975 maybe you just make the best cookies and it has absolutely nothing to do with anything else
↳ trumanblack stop flirting in the comments weirdos
gabbriette getting kissed by your long term crush really changed you
↳ fan1 UM WHAT!!! WHO
75fan I CANT DEAL. WHO IS GABBRIETTE TALKING ABOUT?
fan ROSS & YN FLIRTING IN THE COMMENTS? DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I HOPE IT DOES
yourinstagram and rass1975:
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yourinstagram The 1975 At Their Very Best, 14th Feb
Happy Valentine's @rass1975
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🔔 rass1975 shared to his story with the caption "Happy Valentine's Sweets ❤️"
rass1975 sweets ❤️
↳ yourinstagram you ❤️
75fan OMFG NO WAY
fan1 best news honestly
gabbriette INSTA OFFICIAL
trumanblack about time
rass1975:
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rass1975 my sweets❤️❤️
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yourinstagram yours❤️
↳ rass1975 mine ❤️
trumanblack brb just crying
gabbriette I made this happen I swear
bedforddanes WEDDING WHEN?
↳ rass1975 @trumanblack @gabbriette @bedforddanes you're all acting like you haven't known about this since valentines
fan2 SINCE VALENTINE'S ‼️‼️
yourinstagram:
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yourinstagram life with you ❤️ can't believe it's already been three months
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trumanblack I mean... he's been obsessed with you for years
rass1975 the best three months of my life ❤️
75fan it's been three months already 🥹 I love them
gabbriette my favourite couple
charli_xcx cuties
75fan this makes me so happy
yourinstagram:
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yourinstagram hands off what's mine @jwaughsaxophone @rass1975
jwaughsaxophone can we share please?
↳ yourinstagram I guess...
pollymoney so cute
gabbriette you're welcome
rass1975 always yours & only yours 🩷
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hhemeraa · 2 years
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RPing Smut: A Guide
I’m going to preface this with - I am not the end-all-be-all of writing; smut or otherwise. This is all just advice that might help your writing if you ever get stuck or want to explore writing the diddly do with a friend. Take everything with a grain of salt and just have fun! 
Part 1: A good RP reply
Before we even get to the nitty titty gritty of slapping ham wallets with meat sticks, what makes a good RP reply? What keeps a thread going and your partner not scratching their head on how to give you that good good content? Me and my team of experts have managed to narrow it down to the three basics:
The Three Basics 1. inner thoughts of partner's actions 2. reaction to my partner's reply 3. new action for my partner to reply to 
 IF YOUR REPLY DOESNT HAVE AT LEAST TWO, then it's a difficult reply to work with. You're acknowledging what your partner has written, your muse processes it, and then your muse reacts to it allowing for your partner to also be able to have their muse acknowledge what you have written, process it, and then react to it. Then the little wheel keeps turning. Obviously there will be a point where a thread reaches a point of mundaneness, the climax of the situation reaches its head and the thread needs to end, but that’s a conversation you and your partner can have to then set up the next situation! 
Communication is key! 
Part 2: Smut
So why is this important to smut? Because smut is like 90% internal. Actual sex with real normal human beings might be 10 minutes IF THAT. The average guy can only last like 2-5 minutes so says Google while ladies can take about 20 minutes (ladies, I’m so sorry).
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So when you’re writing smut, the actual action of dick in butt or vageen or any other weird combination of tentacle and mouth and ear and other weird orifices you’ve probably given your demon OC will only take a few lines. Obviously there are exceptions, but walk with me here. 
If you’re writing smut and you’re wondering how you can make this more enjoyable, how do you get around having to write the word ‘penis’ or some other variation of the word: consider that most of what you’re actually going to write is foreplay, the internal and mental gymnastics that your muse is going through. Here are some questions to think about:
Is this muse experienced in sex? Are they used to it? Do they enjoy it? Are they bored? do they even like this person? what kind of sex are they having? Are they detached? cruel? mean? loving? passionate? How do they show that in the way they move, in how they touch? Do they like to kiss? Are they are giver ? receiver? Do they love this person? Does that change how they want to touch them? Are they broken and jaded and scared of hurting them?
Once you have that down, you’re likely already at 2-3 paragraphs because no one knows your muse better than you do and you’re going to want to convey that! You haven’t even gotten to the actual hard on yet. Here are more questions to consider: 
Are they hurried and just ready to finally have sex? What’s the location like? What smells do they smell? Are they into auditory things? Physical? Are they loud? Do they need to be quiet? Are they familiar with the body they’re touching? Or is it completely new? Does it remind them of a past lover? 
Some people can’t get past the immediate action of smut, of the touching and grabbing, but think about where they are? How did they get there? are they alone? Are they on the job? Is this a willing location to do this thing? Does it smell great? Are you gonna think of hand jobs every time they smell doodoo water cause they decided to get a handy in the bathroom??
It is important to consider where sex lies in your muse’s life. For some it is a symbol of love and affection, others its purely for power, others its for control, for some it’s their life’s work, an addiction, a release; it’s all foreplay until it isn’t. Getting your muse and their muse into the headspace of what’s going to transpire and maybe they’ll enjoy the journey on the way and maybe it’ll be fighting tooth and nail to finally show some vulnerability. 
But always remember that smut isn’t just some self congratulatory monologue of inner thought either, you have to make sure that your muse’s actions can have a reaction. If you read the reply and can’t see how the other might react, maybe take a minute to reword it a bit or add something more! 
As I said above Communication is key with your partner! Don’t be afraid to ask questions, deep dive in another person’s muse. It’s supposed to be fun for both you and you’re exploring aspects of your muse you might not have considered once you start peeling away the how’s and why’s of their reactions. 
If you’re having trouble with vocabulary when it comes to smut try this source. Hope any of this helps anyone!
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bitionraingang · 4 years
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Comes Around
Sorry to whoever will be reading this. It sucks, but I love writing!
The Quiett angst/fluff(?)
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He was no longer coming home. I’ve waited until 5AM walking back and forth, from our room to the front door. At around 5:30AM, I would rest my eyes for 2 hours before having to wake up again to get our 5 year old son, Dong Soo up for Preschool. I called and called. But all I heard was “Please leave voice mail in…” I’ve called in sick for over 2 weeks now. Every footstep I took back into our apartment was dreading. I constantly looked around hoping for him to magically pop out of a corner, with a big smile, apologizing, saying he was busy. But no. It never happened.
Joonkyung came over a couple of times. Though he was closer to Dong Gab than me, he felt that it was right that I knew. He’s been seeing some girls. Girls who weren’t moms. Girls who weren’t wives. Girls who he felt a thrill to be with because he was taken. He didn’t want to be taken anymore. He didn’t want to be responsible. He wanted his life motto to be “fuck bitches, get money” again. Joonkyung had been a great support for me and a great role model for Dong Soo. I was happy that at least I had a friend who truly cared.
I no longer cried. I no longer sighed. I no longer waited. I was happy. 5 years ago, on the day that I sent Dong Gab our divorce papers, he came back home. He was crying. He only cried 5 times in his life. Once when he was born, second when I said I wanted to break up after dating for 2 years, third when I said yes to his proposal, fourth when I gave birth to Dong Soo, and finally, the fifth when he came back home. He said he was stupid. He begged me to forgive him. But my heart was as hard as a stone. I said no. I waited 6 months for him to come back. But now, I won’t. I was willing to give him the freedom that he wanted from me, from us. But why? Why didn’t he want it now? I didn’t understand. So that night, I did what I gave up on a long time ago. I called my supervisor, asking if I can repeal my decision about the transfer opportunity I was offered. I initially had said no because as a mother and as a wife, I had a duty here. Here in our home, or what was our home. I could not just leave everything or force the other two to leave everything in order for me to move forward with my career. But now, I had nothing holding me back. Leaving Dong Gab in tears trying to envelope my body into his, with all my strength I tightly held onto Dong Soo in my arms and forced off Dong Gab off and went into the taxi. I wanted to cry too because I was scared, but now I had no shoulders to lean on. I had to become the shoulder for our, no, my Dong Soo.
Looking out into the night sky, I took the last sip of my Rosé. I felt peaceful. I felt content. But was I truly happy? The arms wrapped around my waist felt so warm. He had fought so hard to be here. I taught Sociology and he taught Law at Columbia University. I did not want to be in a relationship with anyone after Dong Gab, but Jintae had slowly crawled with warmth into my heart. He pecked my neck, tickling me with his facial hair. I giggled and turned around to face him, his arms still wrapped around me. I gave him a big smile and leaned in to give a peck on his neck.
“What’s keeping you up?” he asked.
“I’ve just been thinking.” I replied.
“Bout?” I could feel his voice rumbling in his chest.
Of course I couldn’t tell him what I had been really thinking about. We were almost like a married couple. We lived together for almost 3 years now and even adopted a dog with Dong Soo.
“Let’s go back to bed, I’m tired.” I pulled him towards our bedroom, trying to change the subject.
“Okay,” he never said no to me. Whatever I wanted, we would do.
I laid down towards his side of the bed so I can cuddle to his warmth. He was always warm. So it always had me wondering, would his warmth eventually cool down as well? I haven’t thought of Dong Gab since I moved back to New York. Everything was just so hectic. The explaining I had to do to my parents, friends, getting ready for a new job, taking care of my 5 year old son… it was a lot to deal with at first. Now that I think about it, I had left my home in New York to get married to Dong Gab and 5 years later I’m back, leaving what I thought became my home to get away from Dong Gab.
I loved waking up to the sounds of Jintae and Dong Soo laughing. Jintae took care of Dong Soo as if he was his. It was quite amazing to see the type of bond they have. Their relationship was more about being a father and son. It’s almost as if they were soulmates who understood each other 100% (which sometimes made me jealous). I walked out of my bedroom towards the sounds of laughter in the kitchen. There they were, my two most important people at the moment, laughing over nothing, just making pancakes. Quickly walking towards Dong Soo, I grabbed his cheeks and gave him a big smooch. My big boy who was 10 now still loved my kisses. With his bright eyes, he looked up smiling and said,
“Mommy sit down, we’re making you breakfast with the new recipe we got from Desert Master.”
It was their thing. To watch Desert Master, find a new recipe, and make it for me. Suddenly, Dong Soo said he left an important note for us from school in his room. I lightly tapped his cute bottom so he would go get it and show me. I looked up at Jintae who had been looking at me with a huge grin ever since I walked out of my bedroom. I walked towards him and gave him a hug from the back. I stood there for about a minute, just breathing in his scent.
“Good morning,” I mumbled.
“Good morning. You get more and more breathtaking each day my queen” he replied with a sly smile.
“Stop it” I groaned and reached up to peck his lips.
He snapped around to grab my chin up towards him and gave me more than a peck. I was laughing into the kiss, trying to shake him off before Dong Soo got back. Me trying to break away would only cause him to tighten his grip on my chin. Just as we could hear Dong Soo loudly explaining the reason for the letter, we broke away. I was going to turn to Dong Soo as Jintae held me back and whispered into my ear,
“I’ve been waiting for so long. That was only the beginning. Be ready for tonight.”
With rosy cheeks I looked at Jintae and elbowed his side. We haven’t had sex in over a month because of Dong Soo starting middle school in September and us, preparing the syllabi for our own classes in the Fall. So I guess, I was craving him too.
After having somewhat burnt yet, delicious pancakes for breakfast, I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for a quick check in meeting with the Sociology Department head in a few hours. Dong Soo was in the living room watching Stranger Things 5 on Netflix and Jintae was sitting on the closed toilet next to the mirror which I was standing in front of.
“So what was it you’re exactly doing with her today?” He asked.
“We’re just going over the syllabus and talking about the class structure for the year because you know who fucked up last year.” I replied.
The last semester, a colleague of mine had sexual relationships with multiple students in his class and was teaching anything, but Sociology during his lecture. So at the start of a new semester, the Department Head wanted to meet up with every single professor in her department to make sure nothing like that ever happens again.
“Right… Sociology people are so weird.” He said trying to tease me.
“Yeah, but you’re in Law you doodoo head.” I snapped back at him.
“Yeah, but you love this doodoo head.” He said while laughing.
As I closed my foundation cap, I looked at him in the eyes and said,
“Do I?” And walked out of the bathroom.
Jintae just smiled at me as he watched me getting dressed.
“Can you stop staring and smiling at me like a creep.” I complained.
“I’m just so excited for tonight. I can’t help it.” He replied.
Saying goodbye, I walked into the elevator. 34 floors later, I was out, walking the streets of New York City. The weather was still warm though it was late august. I had a good amount of time before my interview so I decided to walk instead of taking the train. Columbia was just 30 blocks away from my apartment so it wasn’t that bad.
15 minutes into my walk, Spotify just happened to turn on a song with a familiar voice. I guess it was his new album or something. After leaving Korea, I made sure to block him out of my life in any way possible by getting rid of social media and mutual friends. I was contemplating whether or not I should skip the music, but I realized it wasn’t his usual upbeat kind of song. Without the song even starting yet, it seemed to have a deep and heavy feeling to it. I turned to look at the title and it was “All These Girls.” Feeling my throat tightening I quickly skipped the song. Just another song about women. Even after all that has happened with his ex-wife, he still felt comfortable enough to fuck other bitches? I guess I really meant nothing to him. Tears were about to escape my eyes, still broken over what happened. But I was stronger now. I can’t let this affect my life. So with stronger strides, I walked towards the university.
After about 30 minutes, I was finally in front of the main entrance. I smiled at the security guard and made my way to the Sociology department. And just so happens that Dong Gab was there. I could feel my eyes go wide as I saw him from afar. Just as he was about to turn towards my direction, I quickly ran past him and beeped myself in. Why was here? Was here to hook up with some college girls? Was he here to filming something? I took out my phone and did something I haven’t done in over 5 years now. I looked up his name on Google. The first thing that popped was: “Illionaire Records The Quiett becomes Professor Shin.”
It felt very suffocating to hear that. Here I was sitting on a bench right in front of the Department Office just contemplating whether or not I should quit. In the article, apparently they were staying here for half a year to teach the Sociology course on how music affects people. If he were to do that, then obviously we’re going to have to see each other since we’re in the same department. Then he might try to get back into my and Dong Soo’s life. That can’t happen. Alright, so today at my meeting, I’m just gonna tell the Head I can teach this year. And maybe I’ll come back next year. Yeah that’s what I’m going to do becau…
“Excuse me?” Someone asked as they tapped my shoulder.
Too deep in thought, I couldn’t recognize the voice and looked up. Oh shit. Just fuck my life. This is great.
“Y/n? It’s you right? Y/f/n? It’s me, Joonkyung. Remember me?” He asked frantically.
Of course I remember you, you retard. How could I forget. You know what, I’ll just pretend to be someone else and just walk away. I’ll go and tell her right now and just go home and everything will be okay.
“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person. My name is not Y/n, it’s Audrey.” I replied as calmly as I can.
“Stop lying, I could see right through you. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get in contact with you for so long.” Joonkyung said with a look of concern and a tight grip on my arms.
Fuck. Is this where it all ends? No, if I tell him to not say anything to Dong Gab, it’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll take him out to dinner or something. Just as long as Dong Gab doesn’t know.
“Sorry, Joonkyung. I just needed to get away from him. And the only way I could do that was by cutting everyone off. But hey, can you not say anything to him? Like we can have dinner or something and I’ll explain everything to you. Just please, please don’t tell him.” I pleaded.
I knew I was begging to the person who was more than a brother to Dong Gab, but this was the most I can do to save myself from going through hell again.
“Alright… just give me your number… I’ll call you. Dong Gab is in the bathroom right now and he should be getting back soon. So hurry up to where you need to be.” He said while glancing behind himself.
I lightly jumped up at the sound of footsteps coming towards us and the voice I no longer wanted to hear saying,
“Joonkyung, the bathroom here is clean so you should go when you can.”
I couldn’t bare to look at the person walking closer so with my head hung low, I swiftly ran into the department office. With the door to my back, I heard his voice mumbling asking Joonkyung who he was with. Letting out a huge sigh, I walked towards the Head’s cubicle.
I had originally asked if I can get the year off due to personal reasons. She says she would’ve said yes to me, but there were already 6 Professors who won’t be in for the first semester because they were due to give birth. So instead she said I can have off for the second semester. Either that or she would take my year leave for an eternal leave from this university. I couldn’t have my job to go away in a snap just because of him. So what did I do? I called Joonkyung.
After waving at Joonkyung through the cafe window, I pressed call.
“Hey babe, when you coming home?”
“Jintae, something came up so I’ll be home a little but later. That’s okay right?” I asked.
“Yeah, just let me know when you’re getting home so I can drop off Dong Soo at Chris’ house.” He replied.
Right… today was going to be our “date night”. I just know I won’t be in the right mind today and I don’t want Jintae to suspect anything…
“Umm… Jintae, I’m really sorry, but I’m very tired from the meeting today. Is it okay if we moved it? I feel like I won’t be in the mood and I don’t want you to feel like it’s because of you.” I said apologetically.
There was an awkward silence for about 30 seconds before I cleared my throat and called his name.
“Oh, yeah. Of course. Just let me know when you’re getting home.” He seemed to reply with a sigh.
“Yeah, I will. Love you.” I said as I hung up.
I walked into the cafe and sat across Joonkyung. He gave me a tight smile and clasped his hands together. After the waitress took our order, I finally looked at him in the eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I said, feeling tears welling up.
“Hey, don’t be sorry. I know why you did that. I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything.” He said as he grabbed my hands.
“I just couldn’t take it. I waited for him to realize that he was leaving me, leaving Dong Soo, leaving us. He basically gave up on our family. I gave up everything I had to be with him. Joonkyung, I was 21 when I got married to him. He was 37. I thought he would be the mature guy he was when we were dating. But it seems like the lyrics in his songs were right.” I cried.
“I know, but the lyrics thing was wrong. He always loved you. He still loves you. But I think it was the stress catching up to him.” Joonkyung said carefully.
“He didn’t come home until I was done. You know when he came back? When I sent him the divorce papers.” I said.
“I know. I was there. We were in the studio and I was telling him to go back home to you guys. That he shouldn’t be doing this. Once I brought the papers to him, he jumped up and ran home. He didn’t even take his car. He ran home Y/n. And you know what running means for Dong Gab.” Joonkyung said taking my hand into his.
My chest tightened at that. I still loved him, but there was no way that I would be able to forgive him. I looked up at Joonkyung and said,
“That doesn’t matter anymore. I loved him. I’m pretty sure that I still do, but I don’t want to go through this whole drama with him again.”
“But don’t you want closure? Y/n, think about Dong Soo, doesn’t...” Joonkyung spoke softly.
“Dong Soo doesn’t even remember who he is anymore. Joonkyung, I’ve been with someone for quite some time now. He takes care of my son like he’s his own. Jintae will be more than what Dong Gab can offer.” I said fiercely.
“You’re meeting someone else?” He asked.
“What am I supposed to do? Live like a nun after my failed marriage? Joonkyung, I know you’re doing this because you really care, but right now, I’m happy with the family I have right now. Jintae is amazing to both me and my son. There is nothing more I could ask for than having Dong Gab turn down his position as a professor.” I said.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that to hyung. He’s excited to become a professor here. As much as I love you and care for you, I can’t do that hyung who’s always been there for me” He replied.
I sighed and said, “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that I don't know what to do anymore. My life finally is getting better and here he comes like a storm again. Literally a quiet storm.”
“Hey, but everything happens for a reason. Whether you guys meet again or get back together will be in God’s hands. So don’t try to change fate” Joonkyung said with a warm smile.
After some silence, I asked, “He’s moved on right? I just happened to hear the intro to a song that was recently released, though I didn’t listen to the whole thing, I could tell it was about his girls… you know I was always scared that his lyrics would become true? But I never told him because what if that planted a seed in him to actually go on with that act?”
Joonkyung shaked his head and sighed, “You’ve got it all wrong. ‘All These Girls’? That song is about you. He wrote that in regret. While I was mastering the song he said he hoped that you would listen to the song and come back to him. I told him the title was a bad choice, but he wanted to keep it like that.”
“Well, I saw the title and immediately turned it off because I was mad. Thinking how could he just continue with his actions just like that.” I said.
“You know, you guys are technically still married?” Joonkyung brought up.
“What? What do you mean?” Confused, I looked into his eyes.
“After you guys left, he never signed the papers, he put it in the paper shredder. So you guys are technically still married.” He explained.
It still didn’t make sense to me how when someone was given the freedom they wanted, they didn’t take it. Tears started welling up in my eyes. I lightly gasped, feeling my chest tighten with pain from the situation.
“Y/n, no matter how much you deny it, I can tell, the whole world can tell that you still love Dong Gab.” Joonkyung said as he got up and took a seat next to me. He lightly pulled me into a hug and stroked my hair.
“I just want the best for you both, but I know and even you know that you don’t want it to end like this. Dong gab hyung feels the same way.”
Joonkyung held me in his arms until I could look up without having tears well up in my eyes. After 3 hours of catching up, Joonkyung drove me home.
“Why do you have a Bentley here?” I teased him.
“Hey, a man’s got to be ready to take any of his ladies home.” He said with a smile. We finally pulled up in front of my apartment and I got out of the car. He walked from the driver’s side to the passenger side and pulled me into a hug once again.
“Just think about it okay? Don’t think about anyone else, but yourself. Ask yourself if you want to be with Dong Gab or not.”
I returned the hug and said, “Thanks Joonkyung. I had fun today. Don’t forget to give me a call sometimes.”
We released each other and just smiled under the shining moonlight. As he gave my cheek a friendly peck, I felt a presence right behind me and heard,
“Who is this Y/n?”
“Oh, Jintae. Dong Soo, where you guys coming from?” I asked slightly caught off guard.
“Y/n, I asked who this was.” Jintae said slightly angered from the sight he witnessed. I could see Dong Soo somewhat hiding behind Jintae.
“Oppa, this is Joonkyung oppa. He’s a friend of mine from Korea. He’s always been like an older brother to me and we happened to meet today at school.” I explained.
“Dong Soo, do you remember uncle Joonkyung? He was the first person to take a picture of you when you were born. He also helped feed and change your diapers when you were a baby.” I said waving my hands towards Dong Soo so he could come closer.
I saw the Jintae’s grip on Dong Soo’s hand loosen as Joonkyung stepped closer to see Dong Soo.
“Hey man, you remember me? Wow, you’re almost as tall as me.” Joonkyung laughed.
I was surprised to see Dong Soo jump into his arms. Joonkyung looked equally surprised.
“Uncle, where have you been? I missed you. I missed you and daddy.” Dong Soo cried.
My eyes widen at his words. Did Dong Soo remember them all this time, but I hadn’t said anything. Why hadn’t he said anything? Tears were welling up once again as I saw my crying son being held in the arms of his crying uncle. I couldn’t help but to question if all of my actions were done out of mere selfishness. I came to a realization that I had physically ripped my son that I loved so much from his father whom Dong Soo had loved just as equally. Joonkyung was crying softly murmuring apologies into Dong Soo’s ears. I turned towards Jintae who looked very lost. Thinking back, over the course of years of being with Jintae, I realized I have been trying to fill up Dong Gab’s empty spot with Jintae and have been deceiving myself to think everything was fine. But now, I knew that after today, I would have to clear things up with him.
After all the chaos that happened, Dong Soo was in his bed sleeping while Jintae and I were seated on the couch of our living room. There was silence as we didn’t know how to start the conversation.
“I…” Jintae and I said at the same time.
“You go first.” I said.
“No, you go.” He replied.
Taking a gulp of my own saliva, I started with, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” Jintae asked.
“I think I’ve been deceiving myself to protect myself from getting hurt.” I replied.
“What do you mean?” He asked, his face cringing with a hint of hurt.
“Jintae, I’m really thankful for everything you’ve done, for me and Dong Soo, for everything we’ve gone through, but I don’t think I loved you. There were times where I did feel flutters in my heart, but I think I missed Dong Gab so much that I was trying to replace you in my heart.” I said crying.
With desperation in his voice, Jintae said as he grasped my hand,
“No, baby. You’ve got it wrong. I love you and you love me. We’re gonna get through this. It’s just because you were reminded of your past today and Dong Soo crying like that, that you feel this way.”
“Oppa, I’m sorry, but I don’t love you. I loved the idea that someone else was in love with me even after all that had happened in my life. I know how much it hurts to be in the position of not being loved by the person you love so I think we need to end this here. I don’t want you to be hurt.” I cried as I pulled him into a warm hug.
“But, think about all the things we went through. If you feel like you don’t love me anymore then, think about the times we had love. I can’t let you go like this.” Jintae cried into my hair as he tightened his grip on my waist.
I could only cry along with him because I understood the emotion of pain he was going through. No matter how much I am grateful for Jintae coming into my life, I couldn't deny the fact that I still did love Dong Gab 5 years after we had “broken” up.
I woke up to the sunlight slowly creeping its way into the bedroom. I turned my body away from the window and faced Jintae who was sleeping next to me. After our long talk yesterday, we had decided to break up. So today would be the last day as being a couple. I shifted myself closer to his body and wrapped my arms around him. As I peppered light kisses on his shoulder, I muttered apologies.
“It’s going to make it harder for me to break up with you if you keep doing that.” I heard Jintae say without moving.
I giggled lightly and removed my arms from his body. I sat up and pushed his disheveled hair out of his face.
“I’m sorry oppa.”
“It’s okay, as long as you were honest with me, I’m okay.” He replied, finally opening his eyes.
How was someone able to be so understanding and warm even if they were thrown off the bus? I really didn’t deserve someone as good as him.
I reached down to give a peck on his lips and said,
“Let’s get up and talk with Dong Soo.”
“I thought we’re breaking up, how can you kiss me like that?” Jintae asked with a smile.
“We haven’t broken up yet so I still can.” I replied as I got off the bed.
We ate at a local diner in front of our apartment as we explained the situation to Dong Soo. Dong Soo also shared his part of why he hadn’t said anything about missing his dad, he didn’t want to see me sad after he did once when he was younger. Hand in hand, we walked back to our apartment. Today was the official last day of Jintae, Dong Soo, and I being a family. I had planned to move out of the apartment with Dong Soo, but Jintae said he would because it would make the move easier and make it easier for him to adjust to living alone.
Hot tears dropped to my chin as I watched the scene of Jintae giving Dong Soo a big hug.
“Hey man, make sure you’re always good to your mom. And remember me leaving doesn’t mean that you can’t call me or come see me when you want to. No matter what I’ll always be here for you. Alright?”
“Thank you dad, uncle Jintae you will always be my second dad.” Dong Soo said.
Jintae smiled with tears in his eyes as he faced Dong Soo. He slowly got up to my eye level and pulled me into a hug. I burst out crying once again.
“I’m so sorry oppa.”
“It’s okay, baby, you’re going to be happy. I’ll be happy too okay?” He said as he pulled away from the hug. I placed my hands on his cheeks as I gave him a warm kiss before he could leave. After a chaste make out, we finally pulled away.
“I’ll get going, make sure to keep in contact!” Jintae said as he walked away waving at us.
Dong Soo gave me a side hug as we watched Jintae get into the uber that would take him to his new place.
Dong Soo and I were cuddled up in my bed after Jintae left.
“Honey, did you miss daddy very much?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yes.” Dong Soo answered with a shaky voice, trying hard not to cry.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t know that. We’ll meet daddy soon okay?” I said as I pulled his head towards my chest.
“Thank you mommy.” He replied as we fell into a 3 hour nap.
It has been 3 days since Jintae left and we were doing fine. With deep breaths I pressed the button to give Joonkyung a call.
“Hello? Y/n?” He picked up.
“Hey, oppa. Can we meet up?” I asked.
In less than 30 minutes, Joonkyung was outside waiting for Dong Soo and I by the passenger side of his Bentley.
“Sorry, we didn’t have enough time to get ready when you said you’ll be here in 20 minutes.” I said.
“No, mommy it was just you. I was done in like 5 minutes, you took the extra time.” Dong Soo said wittly.
Joonkyung laughed as he gave Dong Soo a hug and proceeded to give me one while placing a peck on my cheeks. We all got into the car and went off to our destination for some late lunch.
After placing our orders Dong Soo was off to the kids play section. Joonkyung looked up at me with anticipation and said,
“So, what’s up? I had to lie to Dong Gab hyung to come meet you.”
“Well, first, Jintae and I broke it off.” I said and proceeded to explain everything that had happened after he left that night.
“I mean, I’m happy that you’re happy, but does that mean you’re going to meet Dong Gab hyung now?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I answered truthfully.
“I know we have to meet for the sake of Dong Soo, but I don’t know if things can ever be the same again. I still love him, but I don't know if I’m ready to go back into a relationship with him.”
“I think that’s fine. You don’t have to push yourself to get into a relationship with hyung, but you should clear up things with him for the sake of your son. He misses you and Dong Soo a lot.” He answered.
“But, I also don’t know how and where to get started with him. It’s been such a long time. I don’t even remember his phone number anymore.” I said.
“I guess it was a great idea for me to actually calling him to come here. Sorry, but before I left, I told him to meet me here. He thinks I’m grabbing lunch with him, but little does his know…”
“You called him here? Joonkyung, what if I called you to say I don’t want to meet him anymore? How could you do that?” I asked.
“I already knew where your heart stood after that night. I just wanted you to sort it out first and then let me know. You better thank me for this later on.” He said with a smile.
It was any minute that Dong Gab was going to walk through that door. Joonkyung gave my hand a squeeze as he knew how nervous I was becoming. Then we heard a ding as the door opened, indicating someone walked in.
“He’s here. Hyung!” Joonkyung said as he gave my hand another squeeze.
“Sorry I’m late, there was traffic on the way here. Oh, didn’t know you had company.” I heard Dong Gab say. My back was facing towards the door so all I heard was his voice. He sounded the same from 5 years ago. I couldn’t help, but wonder how he looked now.
“Hello, I’m Dong Gab, I didn’t know Joonkyung had company.” He said.
I saw Joonkyung smile a little and look up at Dong Gab.
“Hyung, don’t be too shocked.’ Joonkyung said as he signaled me towards Dong Gab with his chin.
I slowly turned to face Dong Gab, I could see his face change from a nonchalant look to a look of surprise as he realized who I was.
“Hey.” I said with a tight smile. Tears were brimming up in the lines of his eyes and he took a deep breath and pulled me into a hug. I didn’t have the courage to return the hug, but I softly sobbed in his arms. All sorts of emotions ranging from happiness to sadness to anger poured out.
I could hear Dong Gab sobbing as he buried his head in the crook of my neck.
“I’m sorry Y/n. I’m so sorry. Baby, please forgive me for everything. I missed you so much. Baby I’m sorry.”
“Daddy?” a soft voice called.
Dong Gab slightly released me from his arms and turned towards the soft voice.
“Soo, baby. My baby. Daddy is so sorry. I missed you so much baby. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” Dong Gab cried as he reached down to pull Dong Soo into a tight hug. I could only cry as this scene played out in front of me. Joonkyung got up from his seat and pulled me into his embrace. After everyone had calmed down, we all took our seats to eat. I watched Dong Soo eat happily as he told his dad everything that went on for the past 5 years. I couldn’t eat as I was still overwhelmed with the situation and just watched the two happily conversing. From time to time Dong Gab would look up at me with sad eyes. Joonkyung lightly elbowed me so I would eat and I just gave a small smile back. After lunch, Joonkyung proposed to take Dong Soo on a shopping spree “to make up for the lost years” so that Dong Gab and I would have some time alone.
We were seated side by side on a bench at Central Park. There were children running around with their parents, couples strolling in the sun’s gaze, tourists on horse carriages. Everyone seemed content with the beautiful weather and situation except for us. We were still caught up in the past, not knowing where to start.
“I know I don’t deserve to say this, but I’m sorry and I missed you. A lot.” He said.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Went my heart. It was no lie that I still loved Dong Gab. But will I be able to forgive him was the question. I heard him shift closer to me and I just sighed looking up to the sky.
“I know saying sorry won’t fix anything, but I don’t know how else to express myself.” He said.
“After Dong Soo and I left, I cut off all social media and contact with anyone that had connections with you. I didn’t want to be reminded of you in any way. You know, I waited. No, we waited 6 months for you to come back. I know it must’ve been hard for you to be tied down after long years of being so free. So that’s why I waited. Because I knew you didn’t mean it. But when my river of hope was brought to a drought, I couldn’t do it anymore. Dong Gab, I was 21 when I got married to you. You were 37. I left my home in New York to get married to you and there I was, 5 years later I’m back, leaving what I thought became my home in order to get away from the very reason to why I came.” I started.
“I know. And I will never be able to forgive myself for hurting you.” He interjected while grabbing my hand.
Holding in my tears, I said, “I didn’t understand why you left and then tried to come back when I gave you your freedom. That’s why I’ve been mad. I was sad and upset about you cheating, but more mad about the fact that you came crying when you finally got what you asked for. Dong Gab, did you even love me? Or did the thought of someone leaving you make you want to come back?”
“Y/n, I’ve loved you since the very first time I laid my eyes on you. When I saw you get into that white G-Wagon on that day, I knew that I needed to have you. I still love you. I know I hurt you to the point where it’s indescribable I don’t fully understand why I did that. I think it was because I knew or felt like you would always be there for me to return to. But after seeing the divorce papers, I knew I fucked up. I couldn’t do anything to turn you around. I’m sorry Y/n. He cried.
“After I moved here, there was a man. He taught me to love and be loved again. We were so happy. He was so good to Dong Soo, treating him like his own son. Jintae loved Dong Soo and I so much that he let us go back to you oppa.” I said finally returning the grip he had on my hand. Shocked, Dong Gab lifted his head, face red from crying. I slowly let the tears drip down to my cheeks as I pulled his face closer to mine.
“Meeting Joonkyung reminded me of how I have yet to learn to unlove you. I hate you for everything you’ve done, but my love for you is so much bigger than that.” I said before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
I slowly pulled away, as he kept pushing in, almost as if he didn’t want to move away from my warm lips. We smiled at each other with tears brimming once again. He said, “I love you” before cupping my cheeks and pulling me into another warm, deep kiss.
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Hi sorry to bother you! Just wanted to see if my request got through? My WiFi was pretty doodoo when I sent it & kept saying “error” :( it was a scenario where Bakugou gives his femS/O a necklace with his name on it after getting jealous of Kaminari & Mineta for hitting on his S/O. Hope you have a good day/night/afternoon!
A/N: Oh no, sorry honey it didn’t go through the first time so I kept this one, sorry for not letting you know!! I hope you have a great day/afternoon/night as well! ^^
BAKUGO
“Come on (Y/n), just one movie!”
“No way Kaminari, that sounds far too close to a date,” she rolled her eyes but gave her friend a sarcastic smile, “You know I’m dating Bakugo.”
“It wouldn’t be a date! Just me and you- friends, of course- together at a movie. Maybe after some dinner, too-”
“Not happening, Kami.” she accentuated the rejection with a flick to his forehead.
“Well then how about me?” Mineta asked, sliding up beside them and leaning an elbow against their desk, “You and I could go see one, the two of us alone… in the dark-”
“Definitely not happening,” she replied coldly, knowing exactly which gutter his thoughts were heading, “I think both of you are forgetting the fact that I’m dating Bakugo-”
“I don’t see Bakugo, do you see him Kaminari?” Mineta asked, exaggerating his movements to look for any signs of the hot-headed classmate of theirs.  
Little did they know, Bakugo had witnessed the entire exchange and was ready for blood. He came up behind the two of them, radiating a fearful, dark, heat-filled aura as his strong hands landed on top of their heads, digging his fingertips into their skulls fairly harshly.
“Do you see me now?” he growled, voice dripping with venom. He released his grip as the two of them ran from the room out of fear, shouting gibberish out of fear as they left. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine!” she reassured him, waving her hands nervously in front of her, “They were just messing around and making jokes.”
“…. Mmm.” he hummed, eyeing her form and barely accepting the lie he knew he received. He sat at his desk beside her and gave her short answers for the rest of the day, asking her to meet him in the common room of the dorms a while after school but not answering her whenever she asked if he was okay.
He walked into the room a couple hours or so after school, barely making it into the front door before (Y/n) ran up to him, grabbing onto his arms and looking up at him with the biggest eyes he’s ever seen on her- both of them full of nothing but concern.
“Katsuki, please tell me what’s wrong. Are you alright? Did I do something to upset you? Are you mad at me-”
Bakugo cut her off suddenly by pressing his lips against her own softly, nothing too strong, but enough to start to ease her worries.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m mad that those bastards think it’s okay to hit on you when I’m not around. You’re dating me whether I’m there or not- what the fuck is the point of trying? Especially after you told them no?” he complained, baring his teeth out of irritation and disgust before digging something out of his pocket.
He held up a small silver necklace, upon further inspection, it was a soft, cursive ’Bakugo’ on a chain that was just long enough to fit between her collarbones comfortably.  
“Now, I’m there whether I’m physically by you or not, so they can’t say shit,” he explained, “It’s small ‘cause I know you don’t like the whole ‘claiming’ you thing since you’re all independent and whatever. It’s just a warning for others so they know you’re mine.”  
He scowled when a light giggle passed her lips, causing her to clutch her stomach and bend over. Once her giggling subsided, she caressed his cheeks and give him a breath-taking smile before giving him a gentle kiss.
“You’re cute, you know that? You’re kind of a jerk, but you can be really considerate some times,” she turned around and gestured for him to put the necklace on her, turning back to face him when he was done. “Thank you. I love it.”
Bakugo watched her hands fiddle with the necklace, tracing over each letter with her finger and smiling to herself as a blush dusted across her cheeks. He grabbed onto her hands and moved them to the side before leaning down to place a kiss on the necklace itself, feeling the blush deepen across her skin and looking deep into her eyes when he brought his face up just inches away from hers. He was very aware what the smirk he gave her did to her heart, so he made sure to play it up and give his voice a husky tone.
“Wanna show me how much you love it?”
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kindaangelic · 7 years
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My Pure, Lovely, Children - A Story of Bruce Wayne's Life
Alfred loved having a full house. With the Kent Farm undergoing renovations due to a freak hailstorm, Jason, Roy, and Kori's apartment having burned down because, well, Gotham, and Wally coming over to help run forensic analysis on some samples, Wayne Manor was full to the brim. Everyone was generally happy, had paired off with bunkmates, and all seemed to be well. Reality was a cruel mistress, though. Currently, Reality had tied Bruce down and was whipping him with his own belt, in a scene straight out of "Mistress Aurora: Dominatrix Extraordinaire - The Spanking". Bruce frowned, remembering to have a word with Jason about watching pornography in the house. The Dark Knight and his brood had just returned from their nightly patrol, and most of them had retired for the night, leaving Bruce to brood alone in the cave. He pored over the floor plan of the manor and flinched, considering the rooming arrangements. Mr and Mrs Kent were in the guest bedroom, Alfred in his own quarters, while Clark was taking up precious oxygen and space in Bruce's room. This left his children and their roommates. Dick was rooming with Wally, whom he was probably having sex with. Jason was rooming with Roy and Kori, both of whom he was definitely having sex with. Bruce shuddered, remembering the groans and moans as he walked in on Kori and Jason tag teaming a very naked Roy. Jon was away at space camp, which meant that Damian was alone, and being ten years old, was most certainly not going to have sex for at least another decade, not if Bruce had anything to do with it. That left Tim, who was rooming with Connor, where the possibility of sex was most certainly on the table. Dick and Jason were adults, and were thus beyond Bruce's considerable parental authority, but Tim was sixteen, and still within his power. Bruce growled, thinking of the times that he had caught the half-Kryptonian horndog eyeing his delicate, unsullied, Tim like he was a piece of juicy meat. Bruce leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily, trying to formulate a plan to keep his third son pure and free of Kryptonian spunk. Just then, Damian pottered into the cave, clad in the pinstriped pajamas and nightcap, complete with pompom, that Alfred insisted on for all "young gentlemen of proper standing, Master Damian. It will not do to wander down the hallways in the morning dressed in...underwear," he had said, shuddering at the last word and glaring at Dick and Tim, who had ambled in in their undershirts. Bruce considered his son for a second before reaching down to scoop his youngest into his lap. Damian fidgeted angrily, but settled down. "Enjoy this while you can, Father. I'll be a hulking teenager before you know it," he declared bitterly. Bruce grinned, reveling in the feeling of having a child small enough to cuddle. "It doesn't matter. Once you're grown, I'll just get another child," Bruce teased. "Father!" "Just kidding," Bruce said flippantly. "Dick or Jason would have spawned or procured a grandchild for me by then," he said, hope coloring his words. "I would place my money on Todd," Damian snorted. "There is a female in his relationship. Grayson is fornicating with another man." Bruce frowned, his mood crashing like a blimp with a puncture. "Speaking of your fornicating brothers, I need you to go on a mission," he said. "I hope you won't refuse me," Bruce hummed, petting Damian's head, causing the boy to purr contentedly and nuzzle closer to his father. "Name it," he said happily. "We have to protect your brother." "Grayson is in danger?" Damian gasped, jumping to attention. "No," Bruce shook his head. "Tim." "Tt. What about him?" "Conner Kent is showing a...less than savory interest in Tim. We need to make sure that nothing...sexual happens between them." "I thought that people enjoyed such things," Damian mused. "Todd is always moaning or groaning when he does it with his two partners." Bruce panicked. "That's because...um...he's groaning because he's in pain," Bruce improvised. Damian lapsed into quiet thought before sitting up. "That means Grayson is being hurt as well!" He cried. "I've heard him scream!" Bruce felt his soul shrivel at the information on his sons' sex lives. "Yes, yes, he is. We have to save Tim from the same fate before he gets drawn into it as well." "And then we can save Grayson?" Damian asked. "Yes, yes, then we can save Dick," Bruce agreed hurriedly, noticing the clock striking 4:00am. Almost bedtime for Tim. "Let's go." "But Father, what about a plan?" Damian asked, as Bruce tucked him under his arm as they made their way up to the manor. "Don't worry," Bruce smirked. "I have a plan." ----------- "Goodnight, Kon." "Goodnight, Tim," Kon replied genially, rolling into Tim's bed. He eyed Tim as he did the same, his heart speeding up at the sliver of exposed ankle as Tim got into bed. "You know-" Kon's next words were cut off as Bruce barged into the room, carrying Damian on his hip. "Ah, good, you're still awake," he said, smiling at Tim. "The roof of Damian's room is leaking," he said, dropping Damian onto the bed, between Kon and Tim. "He'll be staying with you for the night." "Um..." Tim said, eyeing the scowling boy, "why us? Why not Dick? He's his favorite brother." "Person." "Come again?" "Grayson is my favorite person. That he is my brother is a bonus." "Right..." Tim trailed off slowly, and looked back up at Bruce. "So, why can't he stay with Dick?" "Dick is rooming with Wally," Bruce informed him. "I don't want Damian to witness any...unsavory action." Kon gulped. "What about Jason?" He asked, as Tim nodded frantically at the suggestion. Bruce simply *looked* at the pair, who mumbled something along the lines of, *yes Mr. Wayne, we're sorry for our stupidity, of course you know best*. "Wait, what about you!?" Tim asked, pointing accusingly at Bruce. "Clark takes up a lot of space," Bruce grumbled. "I don't want Damian being crushed by one of his SuperLimbs." "Ma and Pa?" Kon asked in his Smallville drawl, making it sound like "Maw and Paw". Bruce shuddered at the hickness, and glared at Kon. "They're probably doing it too," he said vindictively, watching Kon shrivel into a husk of his former self, thinking about his parents doing the do. "That leaves the two of you, and I know that you won't be engaging in any, ahem, adult activities," Bruce said menacingly, glaring at Kon, who shivered under the full intensity of the Batglare. Tim didn't reply, having been watching bemusedly as Damian crawled in between Kon and himself, and pulling the covers around him. Bruce smiled at his youngest, and patted him on the head. "Goodnight, Damian, Tim." "Goodnight, Father," Damian replied. "Goodnight, Drake, Clone," he added, nodding to either of them in turn, before lying ramrod straight and closing his eyes, looking not unlike a tiny Dracula in his coffin. Tim allowed Bruce to ruffle his hair before going to sleep himself, leaving Kon and Bruce the only ones awake. "Goodnight, Kon-El," Bruce whispered menacingly. Somehow, he timed the words so that he spoke just as lightning flashed outside, bathing the dark room in harsh, white, light, which illuminated only a sliver of Bruce's face. His menacing, evil, bat-like, face. Kon ducked underneath the covers in fright, and Bruce went back to his own quarters with a serene smile adorning his face. ----------- Breakfast was a raucous affair the next morning. Bruce had shown up with a lovely shiner on his eye, courtesy of Clark, who had flailed about in his sleep. The Man of Steel kept looking at his friend with guilty cow-eyes, like a dog that knew that it had deposited a doodoo on the Persian carpet, which was likely where Clark would be sleeping later that night. Having successfully preserved Tim's virginity, Damian had shifted his focus to saving his favorite brother from the clutches of the evil redheads speedster, and was shooting poisonous looks at a confused Wally from where he was situated on Dick's lap. Dick was oblivious to all of this, of course, and cuddled and fed Damian jam sandwiches with not a care in the world. Kon was doing his level best to avoid looking at Bruce, while simultaneously trying to catch Tim's eye, the latter of whom only had eyes for his coffee. Kon settled for watching Tim's blessed out expression through the haze of steam rising from the coffee, thinking that the younger boy looked like a caffeinated angel. Just as Bruce was contemplating breaking his Code and committing murder, Roy, and Kori ambled in, with Jason in Kori's arms, bridal style. Roy hurried about setting out a cushion which Kori gingerly placed Jason on, before tousling his hair and floating away. Jason shifted slightly and winced, and turned to grin at Dick, who was looking at him bemusedly. "Do you need me to have a word with Roy?" He asked seriously. "Don't bother, it's a good hurt," Jason groaned. "If you need to talk to anyone, talk to Kori. Tamaranean physiology is pretty amazing. All kinds of surprises under there." Dick burst into nervous giggles as Bruce blanched. Clark gasped and clutched his pearls like the maiden that he was, and Tim didn't register anything, not having gotten through his first coffee of the day. Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance before wriggling off of Dick's lap and stalking away, grumbling about masochistic fools who rebelled in pain. "Just don't let your injury affect your performance on patrol, Todd," he scowled. "I'm going to go and call Jon. He's the only one who may have retained his brain cells." Damian walked away, but paused at the door and turned around, leveling a cold glare at Wally. "And don't you try anything, West," he growled. "I'm watching you." Having said his bit, Damian flounced off to go and talk to his friend. Wally sat, quaking in his seat, while Dick tried to get him out of his stupor. Bruce grinned after Damian and sat back, happy that for the time being, all his children were happy and accounted for. Suddenly, a thought hit him, and Bruce sat upright. "Where is Cassandra?" "Miss Stephanie came by this morning intending to treat Miss Casandra to breakfast," Alfred supplied, while tipping six eggs onto Bruce's plate. "Ah," Bruce breathed, relaxing once more. "Nothing like a good, friendly, breakfast to strengthen a bond. Where did they say they were going?" "They have balcony seats at The Kiss Kiss Café," Alfred replied, with just a twitch of his moustache. "I believe that Miss Stephanie has similar views of strengthening and forging new relationships as you, Master Bruce. After all, what better way to the heart than through the stomach?" Bruce sat stunned, cursing the purple menace that frequented his house. "...and Cassandra?" "Well, Miss Cassandra does love her pancakes," Alfred said mildly. Bruce's subsequent rage fest could be heard all the way across Gotham.
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