i’m alive !!!!        the past two weeks have been hell-ish, honestly. but i also feel as though that’s everyone’s new norm ??? anyways. since i’m settling into my routine i should be back monday to work on my drafts. ( 5/18 ) i have work all weekend and it leaves no time for rp. 12+ hour work days will kill you. i’m excited to be back and although i did sign up for a summer class that doesn’t begin until sometime next month so to my mutuals i will be more active shortly. and to everyone in my instant messager i’m coming for you and all the plots. thanks for all your patience and support !!!       GRACE

HIATUS UPDATE:    finals are upon me and my procrastination has come to bite me in the ass, so consider this a full or semi hiatus until the 8th or 9th? i work on the weekend but might send out some replies after work, if not i’ll be back to normal by the 11th. maybe sooner ???? it just depends on how fast i get my assignments / studying done. after this mess i’ll be around here a lot because............. i have LOTS OF MUSE and really wanna be here because i have so many c00l plots / plotting with u all. thank u for ur support and be back soon :’ ) 

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍     to enjoy the life around them.   a life they have created together.    she’s only known denver a few months now but their time together seems infinite.    at his words she looks over at him, grinning.   there’s color in her cheeks and her spirits are light.    she’s never felt so free.   for so long arturo smothered her light:   kept her caged like a bird.   and now alongside denever she’s    etheral.    he continues to keep her on her toes, corners of her eyes crinkling happily.  “ but our drinks, ”  she begins as they sit perched at the bar within view.   “ well your drink. and my virgin pina colada. ”   her stomach is starting to round with the pregnacy and she rests her head on his shoulder, snuggling into him.  her nose lightly nudges the crook of his neck in the process.   “ i miss you even when you’re with me. ”

𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼    the mansion is alive.    nairobi and tokyo drunkenly sing down the hallway while the baritone of helsinki’s laughter booms just further down the hall.    they were having fun, and stockholm is happy for everyone 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.   however sleep clings to her eyes in darkly colored undereyes: she’s tired.   her mind  𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽  from trying to memorize countless calculations.   and stress.   she’s worried about their son during their time away.   cinncinati is a deep sleeper however and for that she’s thankful as he snoozes in the corner of their room.   releasing a slow breath she calms     𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞     alone soothing enough.  jump scare caused by the others ruckus long forgotten.   “ you can go with them if you want denver, ”   she whispers lifting a palm and rubbing sleep further from her eyes.   her smile is incredibly    𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉.     she never wants to hold him back from group outings even if stockholm herself is a morning bird.   taking his hand she glances at their bed both prints of their forms still visible in the bedsheets.    “ me and the bed will be waiting for you. ”     a soft and sleepy tease, warm smile deepening as she lifts to press her lips gently to his.    the press entirely tender and warm hearted.   despite her words she gently tugs him to her bringing the other in for a hug   and pressing her cheek to his chest.   honestly she    𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮  fallen back asleep right there, standing. as long as he’s close.

𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵.    but she needs him to understand she   just    needs     space    right now.   to process.    to work.   she couldn’t fully give in to her thoughts, no, there was a heist at hand.    she had to get back to cinncitati.   she had to focus to get them    ᵇᵒᵗʰ    out of here.  cinncitati needed:  denver & stockholm.   besides they were already down nairobi and lisbon.    “ that’s all i want denver, ”  palms sort through grains of gold, she had stepped up.   they needed   𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿   and stockholm was going to be the best she could:    𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸.   “ right now. we have to focus. ”     i need space.    goes unspoken.   looking up then her eyes reflect a voiceless plea for him to understand.   she wants him to stop hurting, afterall.   but she can’t talk now, not when she can’t process her own feelings.    a small shake of her head to    𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹   any tears from forming, glancing back down at the task at hand to busy her mind.  @jcyfulmess​  (  " you do what you gotta do and i’ll do what i gotta do."  )

season 1 ep. 13 @jcyfulmess​

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎     a charming smirk appeared.    “ we could get creative. take to the trees like monkeys. ”   tokyo replies softly as if it were     their     secret alone.    dark and defined brows wiggling playfully in emphasis.   briefly eyes close as she further relaxes at his curious fingertips tugging at her top, opening one eye to peer at him.     “ never. i’m like a fucking peacock. ”   shaking her head she laughs, moving slightly to take off the top entirely.    not like it was much fabric to start.     she presses her bared chest into his now, tightly, making sure there was no gap of space.    because tokyo was needy.    and she wanted him as close as possible.    she settles too, resting her cheek flushly back to his chest.    the hammock swaying with each small movement.   a seagull cawing somewhere in the distance.   lightly she presses her lips to his salty skin and she too pictures the gang there, their gang.    𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑    her to reflect.     to think about the greater picture than just    𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻.   “ i can’t even imagine him in a bathing suit. he’s a prude. he’d lose his glasses in the ocean, or worse, just keep wiping them and the salt would scratch them up. ”    she wonders what he’s up to.   planning another heist?    writing some kind of theory?   reading a book?   whatever he was doing, she imagined it to be in solitude.    her lips slowly rise, finding the base of his neck, pressing salty kisses upwards until she reaches his jaw.   her lips hovering over his.    “ rio. lets go hunt for dinner like the animals we are. ”   and like that, tokyo was onto her next task.  sneaking a glance at the ocean, then him, pressing her lips lightly to his own and grinning down at him.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞      in tokyo.    and without rio, with them broken up, she’s even more angry.   rio’s her weakness afterall.    she’s the lioness:   he the tamer.    and in this moment, she’s rabid.    she wants to hurt rio so that he misses her a fraction of what she misses him, and denver was her leverage point.    even though she loved him too, in her own way, he’s family.    “ so what denver, you’re just going to talk real fucking big with the key already in the ignition? ”      she shoots back, in his face at this point.    “ stealing? ”    she echoes with a laugh.   “ we’re in a fucking heist and you’re worried about stealing? ”   pressing him against the wall now, there’s    almost    tears in her eyes.    in longing.    in anger.     in frustration.       she’s hurting.   “ we’re both single now, so what does it matter? hit the gas and go. ”

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠       if she didn’t admit she was turned on, however the duffel bag filled to the brim with loose cash strapped on her shoulder is a    𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛    they’re on a time crunch.   “ i thought we could have a little fun, you and me, make things exciting. ”     there’s    danger    in her dark gaze as she looks at their exit point, she’s a loose canon:     a wildcard.     “ oh i like that. wanna be my daddy and put me in timeout when we get out of here big boy? ”    she muses, yanking her head away from the gun and pivoting slightly, aiming the gun he still had a grip on at a oncoming security guard.    firing twice, landing somewhere vital because the expandable guard topples over.    “ ladies first, right? ”   freeing herself fully from his grip with a grin she takes off in a sprint to the front door and their     𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓉 𝓋𝑒𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓁𝑒.

𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑠        a figure of envy for the westwood.    she had overcame her own tribulations and was making something of herself.   and camilla was left in the shadows:     her own doing.      her running on soaked pavement comes to a stop, tall frame pulling in the small celia to her.    in this moment they’re   𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒.    there’s a love for the other, as camilla loved hopelessly, but a strong sense of      connection.    they reside in the same non-blood family afterall, nikos gang.    taking her face carefully she kisses her rain drenched lips, turning her face to receive the best angle of the other.   but in the back of her mind a ping of guilt at her next request, because it’s selfish.      camilla put herself first it was in her nature.    “ stay with me tonight, ”    she speaks over the thrum of the rain as she pulls away, releasing her face to tuck dark strands of hair behind the others ear.    the truth is she doesn’t want to be alone while renier is away.    and if she couldn’t find company with her high, she knew celia would.   looking up at the building above, tall frame shielding her from the heavy downfall of rain.     “ please. ”    @vuotriste​

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