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Live With Me - Chapter 12

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Kara wasn’t expecting everything in her life to suddenly be revolving around that stupid balcony and the obvious assassination attempt by the government. She was kind of just expecting to move on and keep working on the article with Ms Grant but instead, she’s finding herself questioning every little thing that is happening in her life.

She’ll be walking downstairs and she wonders if someone walking behind her might come and push her or she’ll be getting in an elevator and she wonders if it’s going to break and drop her to her death. It’s much scarier than when Maxwell lord wanted her dead, maybe it’s because she already knew what he was capable of and knew he had limited resources while the government have all the resources they could ever want and need and are capable of literally anything.

Lena has been her guiding light though, always there to listen and comfort her when she feels particularly paranoid or afraid despite the fact she can see Lena’s own fear in her eyes. They both know it’s going to get worse before it gets better though and there are only so many preventative measures they can take without shutting down their lives completely and never leaving the house.

Today is the day though, Kara and Cat have officially finished the article and it’s going to be out in a matter of minutes so they’re just waiting for the fallout now.

In the meantime, Kara has been busying herself with helping move Cat back into her own office and out of hers. She’s actually shocked that Cat hasn’t insisted she moves out of her new office even though she did fix it up herself but Cat is being true to her word and allowing her to keep it so she’s now got a great-sized office with actual windows.

The windows do scare her a little though, she’s seen enough action movies to know that sitting right beside the window is a bad move so she’s moved her desk to the other side of the room where the tinted windows won’t allow anyone to see where she’s sitting. She’s not going to do anything to increase the chances of a sniper putting a bullet between her eyes, not today.

Lena is coming by later but she’s got a meeting she can’t get out of at L-Corp first so she’s going to start heading over in a little while and then she’s going to stay with her in her office for the day.

Kara is keeping an eye on the article and the reactions of the public in the meantime to the best of her abilities. She’s sure that Cat is doing the same from her office too but she needs to see for herself to see how much support they are getting because of the article.

If it works how they planned, they will have created an environment where nothing can happen to her without the government looking like they are directly involved in it, they shouldn’t be able to touch her without it being obvious that she’s being further targeted by them so they really can’t do anything.

That’s in theory though. In practice, this is the government, they can do whatever they want because they have the power to do so. It wouldn’t be the first time that they have offed someone quite obviously and it’s become old news in just a matter of weeks, sometimes less. That’s the scary part.

A knock at Kara’s door has her hollering for whoever it is to come in, hoping that Lena has managed to finish up her meeting early but knowing that she probably would have just let herself in if it was her since she knows Kara doesn’t have any interviews planned for today.

Winn’s face peeks around her door not a second after she’s called out and her face breaks out into a smile. “Hey, stranger.”

“Hey, I wanted to come and see how you’re doing, it feels like forever since we’ve had a catch-up. Well, that and I wanted to come and check out the old hidey-hole. I can’t believe this is actually your office now.”

“I know, it’s kind of crazy, right? I feel like I’ve come full circle.” Kara beckons him further into the room by reaching her leg out under her desk to push out one of the two chairs she has on the opposite side for when she has interviews.

Winn takes the offer quickly. They may have had time at the surprise game night to sort of catch up but they haven’t been able to have a good old-fashioned heart-to-heart since not long before Kara and Lena officially got together, long before the James situation ever happened and they are both at fault for that and need to fix that sharpish.

“It’s strange that there are no exposed wires. I kind of wish it looked the same as before, just for the sake of nostalgia.”

“Yeah, me too. I liked the old vibes of it but part of the deal for me having this office was that I fix it up so I did what I was told.” Kara moves her laptop off to the side slightly so she can get a better view of Winn, the screen being in her way before.

Winn looks kind of shocked at that little droplet of information. “You fixed it up?”

Kara nods, taking a sip out of the water bottle on her desk. “Yeah, I did. It was Lena’s idea, she thought that if I offer to fix it up, I’d have a better chance of Ms Grant letting me take the office since it’s been on the maintenance list for such a long time.”

“Kara, I’m in IT,” Winn says, his voice stern as he tries to convey a message that Kara isn’t picking up on.

Kara shakes her head, eyes widened she tries to figure out what in god’s name Winn is talking about. “Uh...”

“I like this office; it holds a very dear place in my heart. I’ve always kept an eye on the maintenance requests so I could know if it’s been fixed for someone to have it and it’s never been on there. If there was ever a request made, it was removed within a week of it being on there and we both know it wasn’t fixed because you did it.”

Kara’s mouth drops open. “I had no idea you cared enough to keep track.”

Winn shrugs. “We might not be as close as we used to be, especially those first couple of years we were friends, but those memories still mean a lot to me and I like to keep tabs on what’s going on with this office. It’s now in the hands of its rightful owner.”

“I agree with that but you know you’re welcome to come and join me in here whenever I’m not busy. You’re right when you say we’re not as close as we used to be and I regret that. I should have been a better friend to you, especially when everything with James came out. You two were the closest of all of us, I kind of dropped off the friend radar back when James and I decided not to date after those horrific couple of weeks of attempting to.”

Winn grins. “I’d love to start spending more time in here with you. I think we’re both at fault for the separation but it wasn’t an unnatural drift. I got closer to James and you got closer to Lena, although mine and James’ relationship was certainly much different to the one you have developed with Lena. Not gay my ass.”

“To be fair, when I told you that I’m not gay, that was before I met Lena and she awakened the inner bisexual in me, seriously, have you seen that woman?” Kara laughs, holding her hands up in surrender.

Winn tilts his head to the side, thinking it over very briefly before nodding. “I have and wow, you’ve scored big, Danvers.”

“Hey!” Kara frowns. “Don’t think about my girlfriend that way.”

A deer-in-the-headlights expression falls across Winn’s face. He’s not sure what he was meant to say to have avoided this reaction but he has no idea what to say that wouldn’t just make it worse.

“I’m just kidding.” Kara giggles, somewhat evilly. “You’re certainly right though, I have scored big time. She’s just amazing.”

Winn smiles, mostly out of relief rather than actual amusement at Kara’s prank. “And she bought you guys a house.”

Kara smiles back at him widely. “Yep, and I’ve finally just managed to get her to agree to me paying towards it too. It felt weird having my name on a house I never put any money towards but now we’ve agreed to split it proportionally to our wages between my salary and hers. That’s the best I could get her to agree to.”

“She looks after you. You deserve that, Kara. I’m really happy for you. You know, back in the day when I had a massive crush on you but you only had eyes for James, I always wondered what he had that I didn’t. I think the answer is simple now, looking back anyway. You needed someone that can love you openly and with their whole heart, unafraid of what that means and unafraid to express it. I see now that I was never that person and you deserve to have that, you deserve what Lena gives you.”

Kara doesn’t really know where all of that came from and she doesn’t know why Winn would say it now of all times but suddenly her eyes are wet, it must be allergies. Yeah, it has to be.

She swipes at her eyes, ignoring Winn’s stupid lovable face. “Ugh, you’re too sappy today. I think I want the Winn that tells me all about his upcoming Dungeons and Dragons campaign.”

“Well, I can do that too but Kara, I said that to you because I’ve always wanted you to be happy and more than anything, no matter what, we’re always going to be friends. It would be a shame if we lost that because we would have to write off those three years we spent getting tipsy and eating pizza every night while playing every fantasy videogame we could find.”

Those were the days. Kara misses it really, back when she first joined CatCo as Cat’s assistant, Winn was quick to befriend her and from there they were inseparable until James came along and then they became a trio, a trio that disintegrated when Kara and James attempted to date and failed spectacularly.

Kara leans her elbows on the desk. “We’ll have to get tipsy and eat pizza and play video games together again. I miss it and I miss you. I don’t know how I let us get this far apart when we’re so close, I mean, we literally work in the same building, how have we managed to avoid each other for so long?”

Winn readily agrees with the world’s fastest nod. “Hell yeah, we should.” He takes a breath. “I’ve actually been avoiding you.”

“You have?” Kara’s eyebrows scrunch and Winn’s eyes are drawn up to them. She looks cute, he can see why his feelings were always so strong for her, she’s pretty and funny and kind, the woman of anyone’s dreams, he almost wants to have those feelings again because there’s something missing now.

He’s seeing her in a new light, one where she’s somehow all of those things but she looks different, perhaps stronger in a way, it’s good, just different and it makes his heart hurt to realize how much he’s missed out on.

“When we initially started growing apart, it was because I was mad at you. I was mad that you turned me down for James and then gave up on your relationship with him. I was stupid back then, I didn’t really understand that you didn’t turn me down for him, you just weren’t interested. Then, after you found out James was the mole, I didn’t think you would want to talk to me, I should have seen what he was up to, it should have been obvious to me what was happening because we were close. I’m sorry I was blind to it, you got hurt because I wasn’t looking at the red flags right in front of me.”

Winn just looks sad.

Kara rounds the desk, not pausing on her short trip until she’s pulling Winn up out of his chair and into his arms. She always loved hugging him since they are so close in height but he has wider shoulders, it feels like hugging a teddy bear and it’s always made her feel better. It’s been far too long since she’s hugged him.

She mumbles into his ear. “I don’t blame you, Winn. We were all taken by surprise. It says much more about your character that you haven’t spoken to him since. I should have reached out when you stopped talking to him, you just lost your best friend and I was nowhere to be found.”

“You were busy trying not to be assassinated and you were recovering from what happened in the parking garage. I am at fault though. I did something that helped him and I had a feeling it was something bad. It was obvious but I ignored the signs because I didn’t want to see what was right in front of me all along. I erased footage of him. I didn’t watch it; he just gave me the information for which cameras and the times he needed deleting and I did it. It wasn’t until after you got hurt that I put the pieces together. I could have said something long before you figured it out.”

Kara releases him, leaning back in distress. “What?”

“I’m so sorry, Kara. I knew he was up to something. I just didn’t want to believe it so I stuck my head in the sand. I thought he was trying to protect someone else; I didn’t think it was him doing anything but I should have known. That’s part of the reason I brought you this.” Winn fishes into his pocket, suddenly struggling to meet Kara’s eyes. “I had a bad feeling about it so before I scrubbed the camera footage, I saved it, I’ve not watched it though, I’ve never had the balls. It’s yours.”

There’s no clear-cut reaction from Kara. Her face is a mixture of several different emotions, the majority of which conflict in a way that leaves Kara reeling. She wants to hug him again and thank him but she also wants to kick him in the balls so hard he’s pissing blood for a week. He knew. Maybe not the details, but he knew.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Guilt,” Winn admits. “Guilt and regret. I want my best friend back, not the fake friendship I had with James, the friendship that helped to destroy the friendship we had, but the real relationship we had where it wasn’t transactional or fake or immoral. I can’t have that without being completely honest and open.”

Kara moves back around to her chair, sinking into it with a sudden wave of exhaustion with the load Winn just dropped on her.

“Watch the footage with me.”

“What? Why?”

“I need to see what’s on there but I don’t want to watch it alone. I’m super mad at you and really disappointed but I know that the hurt you caused me isn’t intentional. The hurt Alex will probably cause you when she finds out what you did will make up for that and when I tell Lena…” Kara breathes out a breath of pity, “let’s just say, hurt me and she’ll hurt you in ways you couldn’t imagine.”

Winn looks petrified. “I’ll watch it with you, just please, try not to make it sound so bad when you tell them, they are both really scary people and I’d like to come away with both of my testicles when they are through with me.”

“We’ll see,” Kara responds, not really looking at him, too focused on now shoving the USB drive Winn handed her into her laptop. She turns it so it’s sat between them and they both have a fairly decent view of the screen as it starts playing. She changes the speed so it runs through twice as fast and clicks specifically on the camera pointing to the hallway just outside of her old office.

The footage is from the day someone broke into her office and tried to destroy all of her files. This is her chance to catch James in the act. She knows he was feeding Maxwell Lord information but she wants to see him do it. She wants to see him betray her friendship with her own two eyes.

As the footage rolls on and they sit in awkward, apprehensive silence for several minutes, a figure finally strolls into the shot and then they walk into Kara’s office. It only catches their back, covered in a black hoodie with its hood up, black pants and black shoes, not the most inconspicuous of outfits, someone should have thought more about what it means to be stealthy because this person is the epitome of sketchy.

They both saw the person, now they just have to wait for them to come out of the office so they can see his face, so they can confirm that James was truly the one that betrayed her in this awful way and then used Winn and his loyalty to his friends to cover it up after he did it.

The person spends several minutes in her office, much longer than she was expecting, she thought it was more of a quick destruction and then a rapid exit rather than what she can only assume to be a lazy obliteration of what was her work.

Waiting for the person to come out of the office is bordering on painful but what goes in must come out and soon enough, they have their guy.

It’s not James.

Fuck.

“Please tell me that’s not who I think it is.” Kara gasps.

“I can’t. That’s Snapper.”

“CatCo’s editor-in-chief was in on it. Crap, he was doing the final edits of today’s article last night, I have to check he hasn’t messed it up.” Kara may have been waiting for the article to drop for the reactions before, although it was too early for anything to have come from it yet, but she never actually checked up on the article. Why would she? She wrote the thing and she trusted everyone involved in it.

Winn is frozen in his seat, staring at the now paused screen and struggling to keep his eyes off the face of Snapper Carr. That slimeball actually has a tiny, sinister smirk on his face and it’s horrid to see. Winn had this information all along thinking that he was protecting James, completely oblivious to the fact that James was protecting Snapper.

“I’ll go and get Ms Grant.” Winn stutters out.

He barely makes it two steps before Kara is gasping and staring at the words of the article that is up for all of the world to see.

“What is it?”

“He’s completely changed a bunch of it.” Kara’s eyes are wide and fearful. “He’s making it look like I’m a criminal and I was going after Maxwell Lord so Lena could buy up his company and he’s saying that I’m trying to make the government look bad because I’m trying to protect myself from legal repercussions for criminal activity. He’s wiped my name from the by-line and has left it in Cat’s name.”

“That’s it, I’m going to go and get her. Stay put, Kara. I’ll be right back, don’t worry.” Winn races from the room, leaving Kara with nothing to stare at but the article open on her phone and the face of her boss that just thoroughly screwed her over. Fucking bell end.

Her body is filled with anguish for multiple reasons. The betrayal of her boss doing this to her, the hours wasted writing the article that just got scrapped in order to put out this defamatory piece, the lack of reader support she’ll have now which means that she won’t have any protection against any more attempted assassinations, and on top of that, there’s Winn.

He may have given her the USB with the footage on it but he’s far too late. Hell, if he had given it to her yesterday she wouldn’t be in this situation right now, but she is, and it’s his fault. Not completely, but it is. She gets it but she doesn’t. he was protecting James but in that process, he neglected to protect her. She needs to speak to Lena; she always helps clear things up and boy is there a mess to be cleaned up.

Before she can find Lena’s contact information, Lena’s name pops up on her phone screen, an incoming call at the ready. She picks it up immediately.

“Have you seen the article?” Kara asks in lieu of a hello.

“I did, Kara, what’s going on?”

Kara sighs heavily into the phone. “Winn gave me some camera footage today of the day my old office was broken into. It was Snapper that did it so he must have been the one that changed the article. We’re so screwed now, Lena. I don’t know what to do.”

She hears movement on the other end of the line and waits for Lena to respond. “We’ll figure it out. I’m on my way to you now, I’ll be fifteen minutes, if that. I’m literally walking out of L-Corp right now. What does Cat make of all of this?”

“I don’t know, Winn was in my office with me when we found it all out so he’s gone to get her while I have a nervous breakdown in here. Lena, this is really bad.”

“I know, but we’ll fix it. Cat will set the record straight and the truth will come out. Do you have the footage ready?”

“I have it, it’s on a USB drive.”

“Kara, we need that drive so it needs to be safe. You need to put it somewhere nobody will find it until we need it, alright? We have to work quickly on this so put it somewhere safe until both Cat and I are with you so we can make a plan. I’m going to call Alex too and get her to head over to you as well so I’m going to hang up but I’ll be there in a flash.”

“Ok.” Kara can actively feel her blood pressure skyrocketing but she doesn’t fight with anything Lena says, dropping her phone on the desk when the call ends and taking the USB out of her laptop. Lena’s right, if this is the only copy of the footage, it needs to be somewhere safe, something CatCo very clearly isn’t.

If someone as high up as the editor-in-chief is corrupt, she can’t trust anyone so this USB needs to be somewhere it can’t be found until she has everyone she trusts in one room with her and even then, she needs to keep a close eye on it.

Her eyes quickly skim around her office. She’s still getting used to this space, she hasn’t learned each and every nook and cranny of this space yet so she has no clue where to hide it. It would be stupid to hide it on her body, she’s seen those videos of pickpocketers and she’s got no doubt that she could be fooled by one.

Her eyes are drawn to several places around the office but she’s just not sure where to put it, there are so many places but she feels that they are all too obvious. Light fixtures and inside hollow desk legs are a no-go, that’s an easy nope. Maybe inside a book? Too movie-centric. She needs to think f something out of the box.

The last time she hid files, they went unnoticed because she put them inside of a picture frame but it would be too obvious if she did that again. She needs to put them not only where someone can’t find them, but somewhere nobody would even think to look. She needs to put them in Snapper’s office, right under his nose.

There’s no time to do it right this second though. Footsteps echo along the hallway outside of her office and she panics, the USB still in hand, so she does the only reasonable thing she can think of. She stuffs it into her bra.

Cat bursts in a second later, a couple of people in tow.

“Ms Grant—” Kara starts.

“Quiet, not until the door is shut.” Cat snaps, beckoning Winn and a woman Kara recognises into the room. Lucy Lane, her cousin’s sister-in-law and also a very good lawyer.

Only once the door is firmly closed does Kara try to speak again. “I take it you’ve seen the article.”

Cat’s nose is held firmly in the air as she talks, an air of true rage and barely restrained murderous intent about her. “If you can even call that disgusting, slanderous piece of terrible writing an article. I have.”

Lucy steps past her, coming closer to Kara to stick her hand out towards her. They have met before in passing through Clark, Kara’s cousin, and Lois, Lucy’s sister. “Kara, it’s nice to see you, even under these awful circumstances. I wish this was a social call but with what was in that article, you’re in need of a lawyer and so here I am.”

Kara takes her hand, albeit suspiciously. “Before you sign up for something you might regret, have you read the article that was originally meant to go to print?”

“The one detailing how my father was a huge part of the terrible plots of Maxwell Lord and the government? I have. I didn’t become a lawyer for the money, although it’s certainly a bonus, I became a lawyer to protect innocent people. He’s the one trying to exploit people and he doesn’t care who he hurts in the process, I say let’s get him.”

“How did you get here so fast though?” Kara has a sense of unease passing through her. At this point, she has no idea who she can trust, she barely trusts Winn, let alone this woman she’s only ever been an acquaintance to.

Cat tuts, helping herself to one of the chairs beside Kara’s desk. “We don’t have time for this, Kara, she’s trustworthy. She’s the lawyer I hired to go over a lot of James Olsen’s work prior to his dismissal to make sure we know exactly what information he stole. Well, she’s part of the team handling that, but I think you’re in need of her expertise right now, not me and not CatCo, although it’s pretty obvious that there’s going to be a very large legal battle coming up for the company as soon as we find out who did this.”

Kara speaks up, shocked that Winn didn’t already tell her. “I know who did it.”

Cat’s head snaps towards her. “Who?” Her voice sounds like liquid death.

“Snapper. I have footage of him breaking into my old office. He’s the one that destroyed all of my files on Maxwell Lord the first time and he was working with James.” Kara states, matter-of-factly.

“That little—” Cat wastes no time storming out of Kara’s office, Kara, Lucy and Winn all on her heels, rushing to try and stop her. Nobody can stop Cat Grant when she’s on a mission though, absolutely nobody. It would be ludicrous for someone to even try.

Lucy is trying to remind her not to do anything that will get her into legal trouble whilst Winna and Kara are sort of just going along for the ride, unable to do anything other than race after them.

As they are halfway across the bullpen on the way to the editor-in-chief’s office, Lena comes emerging out of the elevator, jogging to meet up with the group as they go storming through the building.

Kara shakes her head as she appears at her side. Fifteen minutes her ass. She definitely just broke a few traffic laws on the way here. “Hey.”

“Hey, where are we going?”

“Ms Grant is going to try and murder Snapper; we’re going to try and stop her so she doesn’t end up in prison.”

“Oh shit.”

The door to Snapper’s office thwacks against the wall behind it as Cat forces it open with a dainty flick of her wrist that has an incredible amount of power behind it, probably the doing of her unbelievable anger.

They all barrel in behind her, almost tripping over when Cat stops just a couple of steps inside.

The room is empty.

Well, not empty, empty, just empty.

Lucas “Snapper” Carr is long gone. He’s done his job and he isn’t here now; he has no reason to be.

With the salary that weasel of a man was on, he must have been paid one hell of a sum to go along with the plan of a madman. It’s a shame, before this, he always seemed to be a man of true integrity. That’s definitely been proven to be false now.

“We’re too late. He’s gone.” Lucy states despite knowing that everyone can already see that and she’s just stating the obvious.

Their shoulders drop. Even if they didn’t want Cat to hurt him, they did want to confront him. They’ve missed their window of opportunity. What’s done is done, all they can do now is deal with the fallout.

“I guess we should go back upstairs and figure out where we’re going from here. We have a lot to talk about.” Kara clears her throat and announces the small group.

“Great idea, let’s go.” Lena’s tone is firm and unbending where Kara’s was more timid and unsure, backing her girlfriend up at a time when she desperately needs it.

The group filters out one by one, Kara being the last out of the room, and as she does, she slips the USB drive out of her bra and in a swift movement, pretends to fix her shoe but instead digs it into the soil of a nearby potted plant, making sure to press it right against the edge of the pot where it’s less likely to get wet if it’s ever watered.

That footage isn’t coming out again until absolutely necessary. She doesn’t have a whole lot of trust right now so the location of it is staying a secret for now, just for her. She looks up and meets Lena’s eyes, who gives her a nod. So, the location of it isn’t just for her, it’s for them. She’s ok with that, Lena and Alex are the only two people she trusts wholeheartedly and she’s certainly going to rely on them soon enough, hell knows she’ll need it.

They make their way back through the bullpen and this time, they are much more aware of the eyes of every single person in the office looking their way, or more specifically, looking Kara’s way. Kara realizes this pretty soon into their trip back to her office and can’t help but keep her eyes on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with any of her colleagues that now think she’s some kind of criminal.

Lena can see the tension sat in Kara’s spine, her whole body really, and quickly wraps her hand around Kara’s clenched fist, prying her hand open enough to try and slip her hand in there. It becomes obvious very quickly though that Kara’s mind isn’t in the right place for that, she doesn’t need that kind of reassurance right now, not in front of everyone here.

Instead of attempting to take her hand, Lena instead rests her palm against Kara’s spine, leaving Kara with the comforting pressure of it as she walks, no pressure for her to do anything in return or react in a certain way, she can just walk and know that she’s surrounded by people that care about her.

When they get back to Kara’s office, they all pile in there and when they do, they notice they have picked up a straggler in the form of Nia Nal. She’s just standing at the edge of the room, unsure and awkward but wanting to show Kara that she has her support, nonetheless. Kara was the one to show her the ropes of reporting, her mentor turned friend. Kara looked kind of down but hopeful at the last game night but this is a whole new Kara, one completely sucked dry of any kind of optimism she had before.

Cat goes to sit in Kara’s office chair since the ones across the other side of the desk aren’t as comfortable but Lena shoots her a glare that has even Cat scared and she redirects her butt fairly seamlessly into the chair she sat in earlier.

Kara is guided to her desk chair by Lena, who then stands firmly at her side like a bodyguard. “Alright, we are just waiting for one more person and then we can talk,” Lena announces.

“Who are we waiting for?” Winn asks.

“Alex,” Lena answers quickly and to the point. She’s watching Kara closely out the corner of her eye, careful to keep her head tilted out towards the group of people huddled around the room, most of them perching on a nearby table since there are only two other seats besides Kara’s chair, which are taken up by Cat and Lucy.

With her head tilted towards them, it does the job of both keeping everyone in line and making Kara feel as though she’s not being watched while she processes the fact that the people they are up against just set her up to look like a hypocrite and a criminal to the whole world. That’s a lot to unpack, especially when she thought she was so close to publishing her actual article and having another layer of protection against them.

Now, thinking about it, Kara is just putting the pieces of everything together. She’s figuring out that the chances are that it was Snapper that loosened the railings of the balcony where she and Lena always leaned against it when they shared lunch together. Her boss literally tried to murder her. That’s something she certainly did not have on her bingo card for this year.

Kara simply stares down at her desk for the first couple of minutes of uncomfortable silence, basking in the strange kind of peace that comes with it but her curiosity is getting the better of her. She needs to know what’s going on with the article.

She pulls her phone out and clicks back to the tab she had open earlier so she can start scrolling through the comments. She almost wishes she didn’t but a cynical, dark, self-loathing part of her brain just can’t stop her from reading the next comment and then the next and then the next and then her phone is snatched out of her hand.

Kara’s head whips around in momentary fright from the unexpected movement so she can find her assailant, only to find Lena tucking her phone into her blazer pocket and then resting her hand on her shoulder. “Don’t look at that, it’s not going to help right now. All of those people are commenting based on false information, darling. None of it matters so don’t bother.”

Kara musters a nod and goes back to staring at her desk but gives up on that soon after and looks at the group she’s got in the room with her. Not the worst crew, she supposes. They just have to wait for their muscle to get here though, and then the real party starts in which they figure out what in the actual fuck they are meant to do.

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Hopes/Theories for The Rookie 5x05

Inspired by the synopsis (“a past injury comes to haunt Tim and Lucy comes through during his time in need in more ways than one.”) although it doesn’t truly fit it and I doubt any of this will actually happen.

Lucy finds out Tim has taken a sick day from Grey at role call and is equal parts worried about him and hurt that he didn’t let her know directly. She’s more hurt when it seems everyone else already knew.

She spends the day texting and trying to call him to make sure he’s ok but only gets short non-committal answers in response and refusals to all her offers of help and support

She’s getting more and more frustrated and eventually reaches out to or happens to run into Ashley. When she asks Ashley about Tim Ashley informs Lucy they broke up about a month ago. It doesn’t even occur to Lucy to ponder what might have led to the break-up at that time (i.e. Tim realizing he’s in love with Lucy) because all she can think about is how hurt she is that he didn’t tell her.

By this point she’s pretty overwhelmed by frustration, hurt and loneliness and of course wants to talk it out. She try’s to talk to Angela and Nyla but they’re busy with a case and baby stuff. She tries Nolan but Bailey’s also there and although she likes the other woman she doesn’t really know her and doesn’t want to share some of her most vulnerable thoughts with her. Tamara is away for the week which is probably for the best since Lucy doesn’t want to burden her anyways. This all just makes her feel more and more alone. She eventually kind of tries to confide in Chris either keeping it vague or so effectively rationalizing her feelings for Tim that she’s fairly honest not really seeing the implications. He chalks it all up to Rosalind’s escape and all the stress that caused and doesn’t really listen when Lucy’s trying to explain that it’s more than that just interrupting her to say that he knows what she’s going through and that this trauma is something that they can relate about. Lucy eventually gets so frustrated that she just tells him what he wants to hear (that he’s probably right) and excuses herself to her room claiming what she needs is a good night sleep. Luckily, Chris eventually takes the hint and leaves.

Once in her room she completely breaks down crying. She reaches into a drawer to get Kleenex and also pulls out a letter (her end of rookie year evaluation from Tim). We get a flashback of the “Don’t you ever let anyone tell you you can’t do something. Not even me” line and then we see resolve on Lucy’s face.

Next we see her, she’s at Tim’s front door with a care package. He answers the door but essentially tells her that he’s fine and she didn’t need to have come. She essentially says too bad because they need to talk and goes in. As soon as their both settled in the living room she launches into a rant:

she talks about how distant he’s been lately, how hurt she is that he’s trying to get rid of her, not sharing things with her, pushing her away. How lonely she already felt with everyone else focused on their families/relationships and Jackson gone.

How the last month-ish (since Rosalind escaped) had been one of the worst times in her life. How she couldn’t sleep because she either saw Chris bleeding out, the inside of the barrel or Rosalind’s face. How the only thing that kept her sane was focusing on capturing Rosalind. How now that Rosalind offed herself she feels more powerless than ever. There’s no satisfaction in that, no triumph or glory or celebration. No ability to slay your own demons to take control back. How she felt like she had nobody to talk to about any of this, because everyone’s busy and she can’t talk to Chris because she doesn’t want to stir up his own trauma and he thinks he can relate but he can’t because although Rosalind hurt him physically she didn’t torture and manipulate him emotionally like she did Lucy.

This then goes into how she needed Tim and he wasn’t there and that that wasn’t fair or right. She (incorrectly) thinks Tim is pulling away because she made him uncomfortable by inviting him in and that he didn’t want to hurt her by formally rejecting her. So she starts apologizing for inviting him in, flirting with him/coming on to him. She says it was a lapse in judgment that the idea of being Sava, who’s only concern was how horny she is for Jake over Lucy, the kidnapping victim who is now being targeted by a serial killer along with her loved ones was preferable. How it was just too tempting to be able to just escape and not think about Rosalind or Caleb, even if it was just for one night, it was the perfect distraction. She says she’s sorry she overstepped, made him uncomfortable and promises it will never happen again (because she thinks this is what he wants to hear. Spoiler: it’s not). But she tells him that it’s not ok for him to shut her out because it’s hurting her and she needs her friend, right now more than ever and so does he.

Tim is hurt by a lot of what she said a. her trivializing what was happening between them undercover (again), b. her saying it will never happen again, c. the use of the term friend (although he hates himself a little for it) but more than anything it kills him that he has inadvertently been hurting her when all he wanted to do was protect her.

he apologizes, promises it won’t happen again and gives her a hug

Lucy then makes dinner while they fill each other in on everything that’s been happening in their lives since the UC op. As the evening goes on we see the weight on Lucy’s shoulder lift and more of her light come back, with witty banter and playful touches. Tim too seems happy but it’s punctuated with moments of pure longing and flustered attraction.

Night eventually comes and Lucy’s about to leave and we see Tim hesitate before he asks if she wants to stay. He says he thinks they’d probably both sleep better knowing they’re not alone and the other person’s safe and that he could use her help in the morning.

Lucy nods and goes to take the couch when Tim surprises both of them by offering to share the bed, (Tim presents all these offers as flustered and awkward as possible)

The episode ends with them in bed and Lucy asking if she can put her head on his chest so she can hear his heart and him agreeing and her thanking him “for everything.” And him saying of course then kind of trying to stutter through a monologue of how much she means to him only to realize she’s already asleep. So he smiles, shakes his head and falls asleep with her in his arms.

#chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford

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trangenderstan · 2 years

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Uhhhfhhfhfhf im having thoughts. Thoughts are in my brain. They're in there and i hate it. Stan Pines my beloved.

It's so sad to me that Stanley genuinely hoped that Ford would come out of that portal and everything would be ok??? Like. Of course he did but also it was that kind of... Blind hope that was just. "If this doesn't happen i don't know what i'm gonna do with myself" and its. SO SAD??? TO ME??????

The "Dead End Flats" was Stanley's address on the postcard. Dead end means a situation with no exit. And i strongly believe that this, with Stanley's blank stare as he's sitting in the crappy motel room, Rico's goons on his tail is an allusion to suicide. Just like being pushed into the portal saved Ford from Bill in some capacity, having a goal of bringing Ford back saved Stan from offing himself

Why are people not talking about his mindscape more? Like. It's hideous. Piles of memories just stacked on top of each other with no order or anything, traumatic ones probably buried as far as they could go. And the fact that it's all grey and consumed by fog even BEFORE the memory gun?

Speaking of the memory gun, everyone already talked about this but... Reliving 57 years worth of memories, for most of which you were going by fake names, scamming people, being hunted down or spending your time in utter loneliness is. Traumatizing? In it's own way? I'm a strong advocate for the theory that by the end of the summer Stanley recovered only the good parts, aka his childhood and the kids

Something i'm seeing getting explored from time to time is that Stan never was a good person. And i mean this in the nicest way possible. There's evidence of him getting tested for mental illness during his teenage years, he's rude and hostile towards everyone in Lost Legends, he's talking about how he punched people for no reason in the secret commentary track. He was also incredibly lonely. Especially as Ford started to drift away

And it was all a self-fulfilling prophecy really. He was a troubled kid with problems and mental health issues, which were made worse by his father and eventually reached the point of no return. Someone get this man some help and so many hugs

Am i the only one who noticed how much more open he became after Ford came back? He's joining kids on their adventures, he's becoming a more and more integral part of the plot until the grand finale where he's literally the focus. It's genus. To make an almost secondary character the main fucking plotpoint and doing so smoothly???? Genius shit.

I have. Feelings.

#stanley pines #stan pines #mtmjehddhb thoughts. thoughts lots of em.#i had this shit locked up in my subconscious for 6 years please cut me some slack

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randomkposts · 2 years

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Your answer was soo very sad 😭😭, I feel like I could cry by just reared going it, yet accurate, I had a hard time recovering from it, but it was still good thorough and on point, along with the female near persona! You really, really did a great job! Can you expand on a male takada, misa, sayu, and their dynamic, along with how they interact with fem light and L, and fem matsuda, you can take your time.

K:-I'm really happy you enjoyed it! It's great to hear you reread it, and checked out the post about Personas in Death note, and Female Near specifically! Glad you told us too, It's nice to hear that it had such an Impact. Hope the wait didn't feel too long for this one.

E:-Male Takeda sounds hot. But ughhhhhhBut the insecurities reek though through the cracks.

K:-Soo Male Takada goes back to rivalry with Misa.

E:-Oh yeah totally no doubt about that. Just dirty looks the whole time. Jabs at eachother.

Male Takada hmmm so he' s more giving me the vibe of a bit lax. JK. No I feel like Takeda is pretty damn stressed. The expectations of him landing everything perfectly.

K:-A part of me wants to keep the rivalry with Light, as the one-sided rivalry is far more interesting then her interactions with OG Light. It also has potential to bring misogyny into the rivalry, as losing to male Light is one thing, but as mentioned in the first Fem L post, female geniuses are not given the leeway males are. So like flip cannon a little except Takada also has some simmering resentment of Light being so smart and how that hurt his rep. E:-Yesss! The resentment can be more towards a fem Light too. It's pretty scary how some guys can take losing to another person. But while Takeda is not a confrontational person per se, there is that air of tension when him and Light scores are up.

K:-With all that, Light probably knows Takada is resentful and is reluctant to involve him in the Death Note plans, unless she snaps and decides to get rid of her "rival" by making him the planned fall guy.

E:-Emotions are a juggling motion for a male Takeda. The resentment of losing to Light who doesn't take him seriously and the admiration they have for Light.

K:-Takada isn't sure if they have UST or just UT, jk.

E:-Lol. I like seeing that route of offing male Takeda vs having OG Takeda as a spokesperson.

K:- Takada would still probably be a mouthpiece. Light is good at planting things.

This could totally be a different endgame! Near and Mello have to first prove Takada is not the only Kira to a world that wants the case wrapped up.

E:-Yesss! Takeda wasn't even a Kira simply a figurehead for the cult to listen to. Or a corrupted Pope if you want to go the religious way so to speak.

K:-Hmm, I would like to say Takada has killed as Kira, but is more of a figurehead. And that allows Light to pull another memory gambit potentially.

E:-Now that I think about it, has og Takeda killed anyone beside Mello?

K:- I presumed. As they were covering.

E:- I think Light has a gamblimg problem. Seeing all these high stakes they keep pulling.

K:-"Takada. I need you to keep the true Kira a secret. Do this, and we can achieve victory. Even if you have to give up ownership for awhile." Light kneels and looks up at Takada, unbuttoning layers. "I trust you"

I don't think Takada met most of the others, sooo

L is dismissive of Takada in Their one interaction. Takada is dismissive of female Matsuda in turn. Syau calls him a bully. Syau looks at the two guys, fighting for her brothers attention and things "being popular sure must be stressful for Light." Syau will take the idol who worships Light, over the one who has mixed feelings on her. Syau was just pretty Glad L was Lights intellectual equal. She asks weird questions to Syau, so overall Syau finds reasons to be busy when she visits. I do think Syau and Female Matsuda would make good friends. Sort of mentorish maybe. It could be pretty cute.

E:-I like to think L takes Sayu more seriously than other people. Sayu isn't just Light yagami's younger sibling.Sayu not liking Male Takeda is a yes. I wouldn't like him either as a pretty boy or not. Okay but like I can totally see Male Misa choosing outfits for Light. Things that will suite her so nicely, chic clothes, nice bags he got as favors. Matching clothes. Things to rub in male Takeda's face when Light visits him.

K:-Light already has good taste, but this kicks it up several notches. Yah, Syau is cautious around L. But she likes her. Wait? Is L using a female celebrities name this time? As hilarious as it would be to steal Misas name for this, the gender swap makes it unlikely.

E:-Misa Misa really glamming it up for her. Hell he makes sure it stays in what would be her taste but has a bit more flair!

WHO SAYS WE CAN'T DO THAT LMAO!

Never stopped L before. We never gave Misa a male name so L can still totally take it as a gender neutral name lol!

K:-"So mother. Syau. This is Misa Amane my boyfriend, and Misa Amane my new bestie"

E:- "...twins?"

K:- "Nope"

E:-L sends Misa a group chat called "Twinsies"

Misa totally blocks her jk jk

K:- I mean, I could go and have fun with names, but gender is irrelevant for a lot of the names as they are fake, last names, or neutral enough to work for either. Misa probably should be an exception actually, but its working well enough, and just as importantly amusing.

E:-True true. L being a menace to Misa is a universal experiences regardless of gender.

K:- Also Misa could block it, or engage in a petty war of attempting one upmanship.

"So you want to play fake with me, girl? I've been acting while you hid behind a laptop. Game on"

And so they go to the festival together. Passive aggressively friendly.

E:-Its that painful fake smiles

"Best friends!"

Aggressive arm holding

K:-There is a scrapbook. Light shows up in some of the pictures looking resigned. Matsuda Is the photographer.

E:- Sayu looks like she is having a fun time. Scrapbooking is a very normal bestie thing to do. L going to Misa photoshoots as support. "Whooooo go Misa Misa! Pouty eye looks!"

K:-Misa dragging L onto the stage with her at the photoshoot.

*him* Although fake besties OG Misa and Female L would be art

Light is Soo jelly. And won't admit it. Her rival is spending more time with her "boyfriend" then her.

E:-Bahahahah! Light being jealous is just iceing to this multi layer cake K!

Matsuda is being so unhelpful right now lmao "its so great to see you best friend and bf get along!"

Light crushing her yogurt cup: "fantastic"

Yes it is art and we are keeping this K!

The Misa Misa photoshoot lmao!

K:-Is that how Takada gets back in the picture. Lights like "maybe I can get my actual rival to pay attention to me if I pay attention to my fail rival"

I mean, she is probably taking full advantage of L being distracted by Misa, just angrily writing down criminal names. She's broken a few pens.

E:-Omgggf. How did we turn it into those highschool drama 🤣🤣🤣

Imagine Light telling Misa he doesn't have to fake besties with L!

K:-Misa (I can't lose this far in. I have to Deny it)

"Light -Chan. L and I have truly become besties"

E:- Only for Misa to turn around slowly with shopping bags he got from an unexpected shopping trip with his now actual bestie L

"Uhhh, I dunno Light, we have a special bond only Misa's can understand."

K:- Death note was written as a tradagy and we are just going for comedy. And it would be a Uni drama AU, Lol.

Oh shit, that has huge tragedy written on it Later, if post Yotsuba gambit both of them are reluctant to kill L because she's a genuine friend.

E:-Lmaooo! Murder is just a side plot lets be real!That is a tragedy. Misa doesn't talk to Light for weeks after. He's still right by her, but he hasn't said a word at all. He has this empty look in his eyes.

"....I should talk to my brother."

"You have a brother?"

You know?

K:- I know. Light is taking it badly too.

Yes there's murder and gambits, but also this is more personal and interpersonal, as a lot of the asks for this AU are about character dynamics and interactions. And I'd never expected of all the the ideas I've put onto the internet, that this one would be so asked about, but it has had a lot of fun concepting.

E:-In a plot twist L slowly convincing Misa to unhinge on Light.

K:-Alternatively , L doesn't let them get a chance to get their memories back.

E:-Yessss

K:- and so defeats Kiras with the power of friendship.

E:-Friendship really does save the day.

I like how we took all the tragedy of Death Note and turned it into a romance comedy with a dash of murder and supernatural

K:- me too.

Light Yagami had a choice between an intellectual equal, and his view of justice. L had a choice between an intellectual equal and the highest stakes case ever. And in the end neither of them chose eachother. The show became a tragedy the moment L picked Kira over Light. I don't know if I would call it a romance, but trust could have saved them if they let it.

and in canon they didn't trust. But here, there is a maybe chance.

Just so many maybe divergent points in the story

E:-You are absolutely right about the choices they made in the end. True true.

K:- Male Syau? Thats likely to be a tenser relationship between them then any setup so far. Kind of makes me sad. Because Light and Syau as brother and sister has all the expectations on Light, and Syau free to do her own thing more or less, Light and Syau Sisters probably closer, but older sis light and little bro Syau. That's going to have tension and gender expectations playing into it.

A Light who wants to go into Justice (and is discouraged) will have resentment towards Syau who is expected to follow his father into justice and doesn't care. And Syau would be in the shadow of her older sister who she can't live up to, and probably looked down on for not being able to. Because gender means he should be smarter then his sister, even if he knows he can't match Lights intensity.

I think I would prefere to keep Syau female, and focus on a sister relationship thats strengthened. Having her a guy would feel like I'm recycling beats from Takada, and watering them down without the rivarly.

#always a diffrent gender #female light #female l #a conversation with my friend #random k #male takada #male misa misa #l death note #death note #plot bunnies #male syau #light yamagi #sayu yagami

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theinsanecrayonbox · 7 days

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Sabretooth War Part 9

we're almost done guys. it's so close...

oh...probably a bad and unfulfilling ending that will leave you potentially dead for who knows how long and Logan once again praised for doing what you are demonized for doing. you know, the usual

Lavalle leading...mk... and still no Arkady in the cast profiles...even though Northstar and Aurora are still included despite NOT appearing anymore

alrighty, so the Audrey Two is another Pit Simulator, but this time instead of living in Vic's memories, he's in the memories of those he's ruined the lives of in the past. mk...i can buy that the Island psychics could manage that, seeing as they had Wanda's pocket rift where they pulled long dead mutants from for respawns. this though does bring up a question with the first stop on memory lane; Silver Fox. does this FINALLY prove that there are 2 Silver Foxes, that Zora (the Team/Weapon X Fox) is NOT the Fox that Vic killed in the 1800s because Zora seemed to be a mutant, while 1800s Fox wasn't...because if she was, why wasn't she respawned? they respawned Birdy out of pity for what Vic did to her (despite it being Graydon that killed her) so why would they leave Fox dead IF she was a mutant. true they didn't respawn Zora either, BUT the only way Fox could be them both is if she was a mutant. so does this finally answer that?

also, also, i feel like this Pit Trap is just gonna be doing what going to Hell in Weapon X-Force was, but done less better. you want him to face his past and demons, ok, but this round he's got nothing good and hopeful to fight for to move past/accept/take accountability for the old sins

anyways, back to Graydon...Camo almost seems concerned about him, that's nice...

ok a few things;

it's interesting that only Vic seems this dead set on offing Logan. all the others seem neutral about it. why? did they come to terms with theirs? do they realize this isn't theirs so why bother? (you know like how Vic and OML started but then they said screw that character development)

Victor never abandoned Graydon. he didn't know he existed until he decided to take his revenge on his parents. then Graydon said "leave me alone forever" and Vic pretty much did....until X-Factor assigned them to guard him, and Mystique killed him. then Vic went to Hell i weapon X-Force and purposely sacrificed his own humanity to get Graydon OUT of Hell. i mean, i guess you could argue he "abandoned" you after that, but he was thrown back o Earth with a memory and personality wipe; he didn't know any better!

and there's whiney weenier boy Graydon back in action. at least the brat is consistent

and Graydon kills Camo...and nothing of value was lost

ok, i'll give you that one line is kinda good...mainly because the fact that "blood doesn't make you family"/"rise above the bad blood of your family" is a running trope for my Packverses

yay Arkady! oh and yeah, the team is looking for Laura who avoided the fall out of Graydon blowing stuff up. NEXT SCENE!

oh, we pulling out Death Hunt now are we?

WHY ARE HIS EYES STUPID!!!!! they weren't that way back then! GRAH!!!

wait, now we're third person? and these are based on HIS memories??? then how does he know what the other person felt? how he looked? that doesn't make any sense. and to comment back to his first point; "But this ain't how I remember it" is that in reference to the perspective, or is it because the Pit Trap is manipulating the memories to twist in the way it wants him to go?

that's the Power Pack from the Mutant Massacre...that's Island of Stupid...idk where the face eating's from...oh that's from the Romulus stuff and was most likely a clone and not really him...that's early Rogue...that's Spiderman...not sure where the last one's from either

Oh so NOW someone remembers that huh? well too late my dude, you pushed him too far. of course he has guilt over things he's done; that was why he had Birdy. the problem is, all y'all decided he wasn't feeling guilty enough or in the right way, and refused to give him a chance to try to do better...then yell at him for being bad. i just...uhg. i've ranted that before, it's the oldest debate. let's just move on forward

the Pit Gang drop off Logan for his playdate. Graydon calls Logan stupid; Logan has no idea who he is. Laura sees her friends show up

back in therapy land...

i...fair enough ok, yeah; not every villain needs a redemption arc. the problem with this is that he was working on one, and everyone kept telling him he'd never achieve it then pointed and said "see told you" when he fell from what little grace he'd gained. and yeah sure, he'd hang onto memories cause of pride sure...but he's also the king of denial; it's a self defense mechanism for him. he embraces the monster everyone says he is so they can't use that to hurt him.

we get weird quotes as Vic breaks out of the Audrey Two? uh...ok...

and that's it. final shot of Graydon and Logan growling at each other while X-Force watches on the beach

see Arkady's there

i...hm...yeah i'm glad there's only 1 more issue left because this is spinning it's wheels. i admit, this issue was probably one of the better ones; there was a rather large potential story nugget here...we just didn't have the time to properly explore it. if THIS concept had been the first part of the trilogy, Vic reliving his past through the eyes of others, that would've been cool. instead it was Pit Gang...and then Pit Gang steals a boat...and then this mess. this story has had several interesting idea possibilities and just kind of half chewed them before spitting them out for the next piece of bland bubblegum.

there's just 1 more part. we can get through it.

#kp reads comics #kp rants about comics #spoilers #review

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1kook · 4 years

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kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that.

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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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statistically significant | 5 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

The next few weeks were a blur of activity.

When he wasn’t off on patrol or a mission, Mina and Kaminari kept Bakugou busy with dozens of team exercises, all of which needed your analysis. They ran him through any and every scenario that entered their brains, and after the first few rounds, Bakugou seemed to resign himself to their ministrations, his explosions no longer rattling the windows of the training room in displeasure. You’d reviewed footage of the first couple of rounds all together, the trio of heroes jammed into the tiny surveillance room with you, grimy with the ashy residue of Bakugou’s explosions, someone or another’s shirt partly melted off, and all of them looking exhausted but pleased.

Eventually, though, it became difficult for you to spare time in between your meetings with the other agency heroes. Bakugou was not helping matters by kicking the door down in the middle of your meetings and attempting to bodily remove anyone you were in conversation with whenever he wanted an update. You were dedicating almost as much time to breaking up fights and rescheduling appointments as you were to having the actual meetings themselves.

In the interest of maintaining the peace--and health and safety the Miruko agency employees--you wrote a quick script that monitored the training room footage and automatically ran your analysis program any time it keyed in on Bakugou, Mina, and Kaminari together on screen. It forwarded the results to their phones so that Bakugou wouldn’t come stalking in and making any more enemies than he already had.

That seemed to pacify him for a couple of days, and you managed almost twenty blissful meetings uninterrupted, until a Friday morning when no sooner had you flipped the lights on in the surveillance room than Bakugou was ripping the door open after you.

“Enough slacking off, nerd,” he growled, stalking over to loom over you in a vaguely menacing manner. It was early but he looked wide awake, maybe a little mussed like he'd already been training, the same combination of annoyingly handsome and intimidating as always. He was also dressed in some variation of his usual training set, dark fabric clinging to his chest, arms bare. The sight was really way too much for this early in the morning.

His sudden entrance startled you out of a yawn, and you just barely managed to catch your laptop before it slipped through your fingers.

“Good morning?” you hedged, looking up at him in apprehension.

He made an angry, dismissive noise. Before you could dredge up enough energy for a proper eye roll, something small and warm was thrust unceremoniously into your chest, briefly winding you.

You looked down at the item he was attempting to fracture your sternum with and found yourself staring at a white takeout cup.

You looked up at him in confusion but he just glared passively until you looked down again.

“....what is this?” you asked. Your hands raised automatically to take the cup from him.

“Battery acid,” Bakugou said.

You stopped, gaping at him, and he rolled his eyes. “The fuck do you think it is, idiot?” he demanded, gesturing at it forcefully.

You looked down at the cup again, a soft swirl of steam issuing from the opening in the cap. You brought it hesitantly to your face. A cursory sniff revealed very little in the way of poison--not that you had much expertise on the subject--but it did smell suspiciously like the house blend from the nice bakery down the street.

You stared at Bakugou with misgiving. “What is this, actually?”

He made a disbelieving noise. “You spend all this time acting like such a smartass and you don’t even know what a fucking coffee is? The fuck do you think you drink every morning?”

You couldn’t help but stare at him. There was absolutely no way Bakugou Katsuki was bringing you coffee. This had to be some kind of trick.

His threats from a few weeks ago floated to the forefront of your mind. I’m going to win the bet, he’d said, and then you’re in for it. Was this part of "in for it"? What was “it”, exactly, and was it likely that “it” entailed poisoning you in broad daylight in the middle of a hero agency?

The offing you in broad daylight seemed very much his style, but poison seemed a roundabout way to do it. No, if he was going to settle a score with you, it was going to be something much more immediate, and probably obnoxiously flashy.

You brought the cup to your mouth, taking a tentative sip. No acid tang of poison met your tongue, only the rich, buttery taste of the coffee. Though arsenic was said to be flavorless... Damn that was good, though.

Bakugou hovered impatiently, like he was waiting for something, wearing a strangely blank expression. You watched him nervously. Was the poison slow acting or something?

His scarlet gaze locked onto yours, and it suddenly hit you what he must be doing. You almost dropped the coffee. Was he...waiting for a thank you? As in, he was aware of and actively acknowledging that he’d just done something for you?

You decided to test the waters. “Thank you, Bakugou.”

He made an impatient clicking noise. “Fucking took you long enough.”

You frantically schooled your features into a mask that betrayed nothing of your shock. Christ, he was serious. He’d actually brought you a coffee, and he knew it was a nice thing to do? There was no way he was doing this just to do this. He had to want something from you.

“...So, what is it that you’re bribing me for?” you asked.

Bakugou’s face went dark, the tips of his ears strangely pink. “Fuck you. I don’t need to fucking bribe you for shit, with your obvious little crush on me.” He took a threatening step closer, and that familiar scent of gunpowder and caramel filled your nose.

You felt your face heat, your heart jumping into your mouth. Not this shit again.

So, it was absolutely true that you had a lot of trouble detaching your eyes from the width of his biceps, and that your brain ran wild loops every time he was close. But just because you had difficulty looking anywhere else when he was in a room, didn't mean you had a crush on him. He was way too much of a brat and it was exhausting trying to keep up with his weirdly intense personality. Just because he was pretty did not mean you had a thing for him...

“Why are you like this?” you complained, edging away from him as he moved nearer.

He smirked knowingly, taking another step closer. A small, traitorous shiver went up your spine at the thrill of a man so close. To your eternal embarrassment, Bakugou’s keen gaze seemed to catch it, a darker smile curling his mouth.

You opened your mouth to make some kind of excuse--though what you would have come up with was completely beyond you--when a head of wild pink curls poked itself through the door.

The intruder let out a quiet gasp, but that was enough to break the moment. Bakugou whirled on her, red eyes glaring.

“Raccoon, do you ever mind your own fucking business?” he demanded, in the tones of someone interrogating a war criminal.

Mina’s dark eyes widened innocently. “What? How was I supposed to know this is where you’d gone?” she asked. There was note of something gloating in her voice, however, and you got the feeling that she’d been hoping to catch you in some kind of act.

Your face went hotter. Why did everyone think there was a thing with you and Bakugou, including, apparently, Bakugou?

“Anyway, I’m not here for you,” Mina informed him briskly, derailing your wandering train of thought. “I was gonna ask stats girl to give us a hand this morning.”

She turned to you, her smile slightly predatory. “Blasty’s better at sticking close now, so we started focusing team exercises on victim evaluation. Any chance you can play civilian? Denki was for a bit but he started getting too into it.” A grimace flitted over her pretty features. “I almost lost an arm trying to stop Katsuki from blasting him clear into the stratosphere.”

You looked at Bakugou, but an irritated twitch of a blonde eyebrow was all you got by way of an explanation.

Your thoughts turned inward, wondering if this was a good idea. You’d been hoping to use the morning to get a little work done on a prototype of a productionized model, seeing as you had fewer meetings than usual today. And you hadn’t really come prepared for a potential roll around in the dirt and dust of the city simulation training spaces.

As if sensing your hesitation, Mina chirped, “I’ll let you a spare set of my training clothes so yours don’t get dirty! And you would probably be saving Denki’s life here--don’t you owe him one from the Hero Awards?”

Your gaze cut back to Bakugou without any direction from your brain. Bakugou appeared to be making no attempt to look apologetic about the incident at the Awards. He raised an eyebrow in challenge when your look lingered too long for his liking, red eyes narrowing in on you with a sudden heat. “The fuck are you looking at, nerd?”

“He means please,” Mina said, her voice going honeyed and wheedling. “Plus, it will be fun! I promise you I won’t melt any of your body parts off. Just Blasty’s, I swear.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes stayed firmly attached to Bakugou’s face. His mouth twitched in obvious irritation at the implication that he would ever say please, but he made no move to correct Mina, limbs drawn in tight, defensive.

You looked down at the cup in your hand, sighing. He’d brought you a coffee and was doing minimal yelling. He appeared to be making some kind of effort here--though to what end you weren’t sure--and you supposed contributing to his training was ultimately your goal here, anyway. You could reward him for behaving himself as well as he knew how, and work towards your promotion at the same time.

“Fine,” you allowed, watching as Mina startled wiggling in obvious delight. “Let me finish this coffee and then I’ll help out.”

Mina clapped her rosy palms together. “Ahh! This is going to be so fun! You’ll see.”

Mina’s definition of fun was any civilian’s definition of fucking terrifying.

It was one thing to see the three heroes using their powers on screen, or safely tucked away behind a meter of quirk-enforced glass. It was another thing entirely to be in the center of the action, acid sizzling mere inches from your feet.

“You said you wouldn’t melt anything off!” you shouted, stumbling away from Mina.

She’d accused Kaminari of getting too into playing civilian--whatever that meant--but you thought she was way too into playing villain herself. A hard look passed over her pretty features, sending a chill down your spine. With that dark look, those unusual eyes and twisted horns took on a more sinister nuance. She looked almost like an alien, and moved like one too, stalking you through the twisting alleys of the training cityscape.

“Accidents happen,” she cooed, almost happily. She threw up a twisting fistful of acid that hardened into a warped wall in front of you. You skidded wildly on the gravel to avoid it. “Now stay still, you’re supposed to be a hostage.”

A choked little noise escaped you. Honestly, thank god this woman was a hero. You might have trouble sleeping at night if you knew a villain like this was stalking the streets, unchecked and unbound by social mores. You’d probably still have trouble getting to sleep tonight, even after she went back to smiling and bouncing all over the place.

“Actually, maybe Kaminari should take over again,” you managed, stepping back from her. “Not really sure if I’m cut out for this.”

A loud boom drowned out her reply, an office front a few blocks away crumbling under the force of the blast. You gaped at the force that shook the street, even blocks away.

Mina used your distraction to her advantage, grabbing the back of your shirt to haul you towards her. “He’s so obvious, my god--how he got to be number eight is beyond me. Now come over here and do your best to look injured. He needs practice evacuating people instead of coming in blasting.”

She fumbled with something on her belt, pulling out several bright red bands that proclaimed various types of injuries in blocky white font. Then she leaned over you, shoving a band up your arm that announced SEVERE BURNS, and another on your left ankle, proclaiming a DISLOCATION.

She clicked her tongue, looking you over. “Would more be overkill? This is enough that he should at least hesitate before trying to blow me sky high…” She seemed to decide against more, shoving the rest back into her belt. Then she gently pressed you down to the ground at her feet.

“This is the part where I get to monologue,” she said, winking down at you. “Do your best to look helpless and make sure your severe burns thing is showing. I wanna see if he can prioritize rescuing you over my trash talk.”

A soft groan escaped you. Fat chance. Bakugou was the most foul tempered little shit you had ever met, and while it was true that his single-minded focus on winning the bet meant he was tolerant enough to be doing this exercise in the first place, you highly doubted he was going to hesitate if Mina was pushing his buttons as expertly as she usually did.

The chance to find out came soon enough. There was a strangled kind of yelp and a crackle of lightning followed a thunderous boom a few blocks away as Bakugou presumably rendered Kaminari’s perimeter defense useless. Then with another screaming explosion, he was rocketing over the buildings separating you, barrelling straight down on Mina.

Mina threw up another acid shield that hardened into a defensive wall. Bakugou’s first attack cracked it but didn’t manage to penetrate. There was barely a breath between the cracking and another explosion, however, and then the wall exploded inwards in a crackling shower of fizzing pieces. Mina crouched over you, breathing excitedly, “This is the fun part!”

Whatever reply you might have given her was drowned out by an angry series of hissing snaps from Bakugou’s palm as he stalked closer to you. The right half of his shirt had been singed off by lightning, it looked like, and a fine veneer of dust layered in his hair and on patches of his skin. It was just a training simulation, but he looked half-wild, teeth bared and eyes bright over the ash on his face. If he looked nearly this intense in real life situations, it was a wonder that anyone would agree to be evacuated by him at all.

Maybe that’s why he sucked at rescues.

“It’s fucking over, raccoon eyes,” he said. “Hand her over.”

Mina laughed, a delicate sound like bells. “Not another step closer, hero, or I’ll melt a hole straight through her pretty neck.”

You twitched away from her minutely. God she was terrifying.

“Quit it with the fucking villain act, fuckwad, or I’ll blow you all the way to hell,” Bakugou growled.

Mina reached for your arm, pulling you up next to her. “Hmm, then I hope your aim is good. She’s already got one set of severe burns.”

Bakugou’s crimson gaze cut down to your shoulder and the displeased twist to his mouth deepened. “Fucking--of course you got yourself fucking injured. Fucking idiot.”

“Hey,” you protested, shifting against the band. “I’m not actually.”

Mina kicked you. “Moments to live, this one. Unless you can pull a healing quirk out of those glorious buttcheeks of yours.”

You choked on your own spit while Bakugou snarled. “I’m gonna fucking remember this, you strawberry fuck.”

“Maybe. But she won’t,” Mina said, and suddenly there was a rosy palm in front of your face, dripping acid. A drop landed deliberately on the fold of the training pants she’d lent you, searing straight through with a loud hiss. Your heartbeat spiked in violent alarm. You reeled back, but Mina was still crouched over you, and you banged into her collarbone.

In the next second, everything went to shit. Something searing hot blazed just over your shoulder and Mina swore, jerking back from you in the blink of an eye. There was a deafening crack and a rush of burning air over you as Bakugou let loose an explosion at the same time he seized your ankle and pulled you straight underneath where he’d aimed the blast, missing you by inches.

“What the fuck,” you gasped. Bakugou grunted, and yanked harder, pulling you straight to him.

“Quit being such a fucking princess,” he growled, shifting an arm underneath you. You froze, suddenly wishing that his explosion had managed to hit you, searing off every nerve ending.

“What are you doing?” you demanded, sputtering in alarm when he hoisted you against him. You could feel every place your body touched his, and smell the sharp gunpowder and sugar scent of his sweat. He hooked his arm firmly around your waist, glaring down at you with one baleful red eye.

“Fuckstick gave you a dislocated ankle so I would have to fight her off with one fucking arm and carry you with the other,” he bit out, whirling when a stream of acid came hissing your way.

You gripped at his shirt, swearing. “Oh my god. What the hell is she doing, aiming for me? This is a simulation! Also, I can walk.”

He grunted. “You can shut the fuck up is what you can do.”

He executed another agile dodge, pulling you with him. “Now hold on, princess, this is gonna be a rough ride with one arm.”

You didn’t have time to ask him what the hell he was on about. He aimed a shot over your shoulder, the heat simmering and boiling in the air next to your ear, and you heard the impact of Mina hitting the pavement behind you. In the next second, Bakugou tightened his arm around you, and aimed a palm for the ground.

The next thing you were aware of was a strangled screaming sound. It took a second for you to realize the mortifying noise was coming from you. But in your defense, Bakugou had literally blasted the two of you clear above the alleyway. You could see the wreckage from Bakugou’s scuffle with Kaminari, and Mina scrambling to her feet, much smaller and further away that you were comfortable with. Your hands fisted in his shirt and you nearly decapitated him with the force with which you shoved your face into his shoulder.

Even with your eyes closed, you could tell Bakugou hadn’t been kidding about the rough ride. Another blast from his palm jerked you sharply to the right, and he uttered a soft swear.

“Hold tight, nerd,” he said in your ear. There was a series of more explosions and you spun violently in the opposite direction. You went careening over a low roof top to land heavily on the pavement, Bakugou twisting at the last second to take the initial impact to his shoulder, rolling over you to distribute the momentum.

You rolled twice more, eventually stopping with his hard body under yours, your face jammed unpleasantly into his shoulder, his arms bracketing your sides. One of his hands was fisted in the back of your shirt, and a tuft of blonde hair brushed your cheek.

He let out a huff. “If you ever let her put the fucking dislocation band on you again, I’ll melt your damn laptop.”

You pulled back from him, hissing into his face. “If you dare, I'll--”

“The fuck you gonna do, nerd?” he demanded, sitting up. Straight into you.

You gripped his shirt so as not to fall right off of him, widening your knees for balance. Then you froze when you realized he was pressed against you everywhere, hard muscle and the heat of his skin bleeding through your training clothes. He was hot like a furnace, ashy and dust-streaked like one too, and his eyes glowed like banked coals. He gazed back at you, his mouth setting with some kind of a challenge.

Then those red eyes trailed slowly and deliberately down your face, stopping right on your mouth. His fingers tightened in the back of your shirt.

You couldn’t help your sharp inhale. Holy shit, was he...going to kiss you?

You sat frozen, locked in place, neither willing or able to move away, like you were being pulled towards him like some kind of magnet. Was he really going to do it? Was he really going to kiss you? Or, no...were you going to kiss him?

You could, you thought hysterically. That’s what it felt like, watching him breathe shallowly, eyes fixed on your mouth. You could kiss him and he would let you.

Had that been what all the your little crush on me shit had been about? Had he been torturing you not because he’d noted the way your eyes lingered over him, but because it was something he’d wanted to happen? Had that been what all the threats were for, what the crowding you against walls and the frigging coffee had been about? When Mina had said he’d been fixated on you, did she actually mean it less like revenge and more like actual attraction?

You let out a shaky breath. Only one way to find out, you thought wildly, leaning forward with your pulse singing in your veins.

And then an explosion rocked the foundations of the building, throwing you forward against Bakugou’s chest. You gasped, the breath knocked out of you, and whipped around to glare at his free hand in accusation. Bakugou pulled you back, however, a hard looking passing over his face.

It was only seconds before Mina and Kaminari came scrambling out of the maze of training buildings, looking worried. Kaminari was already crackling with static, agitated whips of lighting zipping across his skin. Bakugou's palm started to grow hotter against your back.

His next words threw the situation into sharp clarity.

“That wasn’t from a training room.”

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ao-21 · 3 years

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BARE WITH ME. This is going to be very long and I am writing this at midnight.

this is the first fic I have written and probably the only fic I will ever write, I needed to get this out of my system.

I have been thinking about this for a while and this is just basically gonna be the full back/life story of Will Solace that I headcannon.

So let's start at the beginning:

Naomi Solace mother of Will Solace as per the books is a country singer and it was said that she was a kind hearted person as was stated in the trails of apollo (I don't remember which book specifically, but it was stated). This is unfortunately all we know about her.

In my head- while the toa is happening(around 2012-2013)- Naomi is basically as famous as Beyoncé, Whitney, Brittany Spears molded together -and just as talented as amazing as them) and is basically a household name.

So as per my previous post when I did the timeliness of events for the series, let's say Will was born in 1995 which would make him 15 during the trials of Apollo (I know in my timeline post I said he would be 16 but I have decided to bump him done an age because of how old Nico would have been and people had a problem with him being so much older).

So in 1995 Will was born in early September maybe late August to keep in time the birthday the Fandom came up for him.

This means Naomi and Apollo would have met in November/December of 1994. At this point in time Naomi is 23 and and just released her third country album and it was a big hit and quite popular.

They met at a charity event were they both are going to perform on stage. When it is Naomi's turn to perform Apollo is totally blown away by how talented and amazing she is, and he has to met her. They met stuff happens blah blah blah and it ends in a onenightstand, and they never see each other again until after Will is born.

Naomi is the daughter of grandma Solace and Granpa Solace (I don't care enough to give them actually names and I will be referring to them as such) she is the middle child in a family of nine siblings, yes nine -this would make her child number 5- and she is very close to all her siblings but she is the closest to Anna(child number 4), as there is only 10 months age difference between them and their practically twins.

Anna Solace is a transgenger woman who came out to her family when she was 13 and was met with acceptance and love and support from her parents and siblings and was allowed to transition asap. She is ace/aro and perfectly happy being single and child free but she still spoils her neices and nefews and she is Wills godmother. She is a fashion designer and the ceo of a big company that is 100% vegan, animal cruelty free, and practices humain treatment towards all workers who are paid liveable wage of I don't know 20$ an hour(I don't know how money works in America) plus they all get free paid for health care for them and their families.

Grandma Solace is the only daughter of a family of 5 children. And because she was the only girl with 4 brothers in the early 1900s she was not given an education and she was basically mistreated by her brothers and her father. I'd like to say they had a poorish family and where underprivileged so they didn't really have much. Then came into their lives Grandpa Solace who came from a wealthy family (handsomely rich family) who would so to school with one of Gran Solaces brother and he basically fell head over heels in love with gran Solace the first time they met.

Grandpa Solace is the sole surving child of the Solace family as his sister died from offing herself and his identical twin brother, Andrew(this is important later) was murdered by a bunch of the guys from his school when they were 19 because Andrew was gay. And thus leaving Grandpa Solace the sole inheriter of the Solace family riches.

When gran and gramps got married and had kids they decided to raise all there kids to be accepting and kind toward all people regardless of their skill color sexuality and gender and be open and welcome to lgbtq+ people because Grandpa Solace saw how all the homophobia from his parents and the community had a negative affect on his twin brother and he didn't want his kids to live in pain and suffer the way his brother suffered.

Nine kids later and they have taught all there children to be accepting loving kind people, even though they had lived in Texas for basically ever.

Child 1- boy, born a year after his parents got married, never marries however he is a 'player' and has live five daughters all from different mothers the oldest being 23 during toa and the youngest 5. He is a history professor at Harvard University.

Child 2- a housewife with 3 kids however she is a lawyer but decided when her kids were born to be a stay-at-home-mom but she still works part time as a lawyer on the side. Married a man who would be your typical himbo dad

Child 3- gynecologist who specializes in helping transgender youth, she is the first practicing female gynecologist in America. Has 2 kids, a lesbian and lives with her girlfriend as gay marriage is not legal as yet.

Child 4- Anna Solace, transwoman, ace/aro, she was explained above.

Child 5- Naomi Solace, country singer, one kid, married- will be explained later in more detail.

Child 6- architect, married, 4 kids (a man)

Child 7- boy, dentist, lives with girlfriend one kid.

Child 8- studying to be a brain surgeon, unmarried, no kids, nonbinary

Child 9- Jonathan Solace, born in 1991, boy, he is gay, just started his first year of collage during toa, gas a boyfriend , no kids.

January 1995, Naomi finds out she is pregnant, goes all out and plans everything she is going to teach her child when they are born by making binders of everything from cooking and baking to how to drive to cleaning etc. Incase she dies when her child is young, they will be prepared for anything.

When she is five months pregnant, she met's this guy who is a British actor and like a cross between Chris Hemsworth, Ryan renalds, and just basically the perfect, most polite handsome man, manly because he is pansexual, and falls in love at first site when he met's her at an awards show and they become friends.(p.s. his name is Jeremy)

2 months after they met, and Naomi is 7 months pregnant, he asks her out on a date, and they later get married when Will is three.

When her pregnancy is announced to the fans,it's kinda implied that Jeremy is Wills father, and while he knows he is not, his name is on Wills birth Certificate and he was there when he was born, he treats Will as if he is his own child and he loves Will.

So august/september 1995, Naomi had a girl who she named AuroraSolace, but she did raise her child to know what transgender and nonbinary is so if her child wanted to be referred to by another name or different pronouns they knew it was okay.

So when aurora was 4 years old, she told her mom that she wants to be referred to as a boy and called another name Naomi and their whole family were supportive and welcoming about it, and he was thus named William Andrew Solace, after Naomis favorite poet William wordsworth and his grandfather's twin brother Andrew, as he was the first grandson of the family. ( I'm sorry if this doesn't really make sense, i hope you understand what I was trying to say,about this whole Will being trans, I didn't mean to offend anyone, or say something that was offensive as I am cisgender and do not actually know what it is like ,sorry)

So Will is transgender, and gay (I know another of people headcanon hom to be bi but I've seen so many relashinships where one was gay and the other was bi(and there's nothing wrong with that I myself am bi) but I've just seen too much of it that I just want two gay boys)

End of part 1 I'll finish part two later because I'm tired and I have a headache and it's like nearly 1 in the morning.

#will solace #william andrew solace #nico di angelo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo #trials of apollo #solangelo #naomi solace #trans will solace #headcanon #heros of olympus #apollo #gay will solace #will Solaces backstory

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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tolerate it

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence, harassing

a/n: at this point do i know how many parts this is gonna have? no i’m expecting there to be at least two more, who knows tbh. this part was originally supposed to be champagne problems but i decided to change it to tolerate it and champagne problems will MOST LIKELY be the next one followed by tis the damn season. “tolerate it” the song is from bucky’s point of view and not y/n.

INIVISIBLE STRINGS - CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS

If it's all in my head tell me now, tell me I've got it wrong somehow ...

- We need to talk. - her father stood in front of the door, his police hat hanging from his head. - The chief wants to put someone else on the field.

- Why? - her stomach dropped and she felt sick. Why did she felt sick? Someone else on the field would make her job easier, safer. But her job wasn’t dangerous or it hadn’t been dangerous so far. Bucky hadn’t been rude, harmful or anything of the sort. He’d protect her even and cared for her his own way. Last thing she needed was one of her father’s colleagues following her around as if she were a child. She had gotten the name of his enemy ... although she had little to no will of revelling it.

- Catherine’s son. You remember him. He’s fresh out of the police academy and you two used to be great friends when you were kids. Already got some info on the mob upstate and he could help speed things up.

- Edward was an asshole and the reason why he got info on the mob upstate was because he stole it from his partner. - she crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t the best undercover agent in the world, maybe because she wasn’t an agent at all but it had been their choice to put her alone on the field. A second person would only mean that any slip from them would lead to her getting offed. At least if she was alone, she could blame herself for any harm that came her way. - Shouldn’t I have been consulted when you made that decision?

- You’re not part of the force, Y/N. Besides, the sooner this is over, the sooner you can return to your life. What are you wearing anyway?

- I ...

- Y/N, thank god you’re home. - Wanda rushed into the living room, crying. Her senses were immediately heightened and the fact her father held no confidence in her whatsover no longer mattered. Wanda did. - Patrick broke up with me.

- Patrick? - who the hell was Patrick? She remembered Johan and to some extent Ben could be considered an ex-boyfriend but Patrick? Who the heck was he? Before she could question her about it, Wanda was already hugging her side, forehead pressed against her covered.

- Well, I see you’re busy. I’ll speak with you later, Y/N. - her eyes remained on the ground as the sound of his heavy uniform boots registered past her, opening the once closed door and returning it with a closed bang to its latches. The defeating sound of silence haunted both of them as Wanda stepped away, cleaning the tears of her cheeks.

- I was seeing he’d never leave. You’re lucky you have a very good actress for a friend.

- Thank you, Wanda. I’m sorry I’m this late. - she pulled Bucky’s jacket which was still laying atop her shoulders. - So, is Patrick a fake person?

- Don’t change the subject. Whose jacket is that? I called the bar and they said you weren’t there. I was worried, Y/N!

- I was with Mr. Barnes. - she held the jacket against her chest, the scent of his expensive cologne somehow calming her down. Wanda was right to scold her, she wasn’t thinking straight or safe but yet again she didn’t feel in danger when he was near her so why did it matter?

It clearly mattered to Wanda. She knew danger and she knew what they were capable off, being herself a fan of true crime. Last thing she wanted was for Y/N to suffer an accident or suddenly have an overdose or go into alcohol coma. Yet Y/N couldn’t help but stream into the unknown that was so addictive, the warm blanket of safety that he gave her. She was dumb enough to have gotten into the job so she would see it through.

The brunette of course knew why she was so sweet on this safety. She had known Y/N since the two were babies and there was no lie or hiding when she was intrigued by someone. It had happened two times in her whole life - with Chris when she was 5 and with Joshua when she was 18. There was this twinkle in her eye, that walk of pure calmness as if there was no problem in life. This, this definitely was another time that Wanda would even regret seeing or love to talk about during ringing bells’ celebrations.

- You’re a smart girl, please tell me you know the game you’re playing.

- I do. - she walked out without any more words. She knew if they were to come out she would merely wound herself and what was the use in wounding herself and holding the mirror of truth up to her face if not to drown in her own sea of insecurities?

She sat on her own bed, swallowed by the covers and blankets, shoes thrown aside and earrings in her hands. What was she doing? What was she feeling? Was it even a good idea to think about what she was feeling or even put it into thoughts? No, it wasn’t because a deep and dark part of her knew what it was and the one who wanted to do good, the one who always did good, perfect A’s, perfect assignments refuse to look at. It was best to sleep, nothing good would come out of her if she were tired and so she decided to sleep.

Morning came like a bad memory and she was up and at those classroom halls in what seemed like minutes. Things went by slowly and she found herself falling asleep on the top of her hand more than usual and she probably would’ve slept throughout her whole anatomy lesson had it not been for the girls sat on the row above her chatting in a very annoying tone. Usually Y/N would’ve just ignored it and razor focus on the lecturer but today all she wanted was to do was to ignore what he was saying. She found herself eavesdropping on their conversation; apparently there had been some confusion on the city centre deriving to some violence which also in a regular day wouldn’t have caught her attention had it not been for the mention of the mob. Her senses perked up and she started tapping her foot against the hardwood of the ground until the clock finally hit finishing time and she was out of the classroom in a rush.

Y/N held the books tight against her chest as she ran down the street, wind penetrating through the knitting holes of her cardigan as shivering her skin as she continued to run on loose and broken cobblestones not exactly knowing why and where she was running to. Well, she knew where to, she just thought better to tell herself she knew where not to.

The unlit lights of the bar/club came into view and she rushed through the door and straight to the back and to the door she was told never to open. Her hand grasped the handle and pushed it open hoping to not see it empty.

- What the ... - Mr. Barnes turned around on his chair, expecting to yell at whomever of him clumsy workers had walked in without the decency of knocking only to see his own clumsy bartender. - Looking for tutoring, petal?

- What? - she questioned before looking at the books she was holding. - Oh, no I was just ... I heard, I saw ...

- Good that means your ears and eyes work properly.

- I heard there was a commotion in the centre and that the mob was involved and I ...

- You thought to check on me? - he gave her a toothy grin, hands placed on his desk as he rose from his chair. - I’m flattered, petal.

- No, I ... I ... - she looked down at her shoes, feeling his presence as he approached her. - I thought my shift would’ve been cancelled if you or anyone else had been harmed.

- No. - he hooked a finger under her chin, gently pushing it upwards. - I’m afraid you’ll still have to work.

- Ahh ... good. - she felt her mouth dry up as she stared at him. No, you can’t do this anymore, Y/N. You’ve been compromised, go away, give up, quit, say you don’t want to work here anymore. - I have to tell you something.

No, shit. Don’t blow your own cover, what are you doing? Her inner voice yelled at her.

- I’m all ears.

- I ... - she was parched, world spinning around yet for some unholy reason she was gonna come clean and maybe eventually end tied to bricks at the end of the river. Why was she coming clean? What are you doing, Y/N? - I’m ...

- Mr. Barnes? - a third voice shattered everything, making both the mob boss and the bartender look to the owner of said third voice. Edward. - Oh, hey Y/N, I didn’t know you worked here.

- You know each other? - James’ hands were immediately on his pockets as he took a step in front of the bartender. Had she not known any better, she would’ve assumed it was a protective stance.

- We used to date each other back in prep school.

The answer knocked the two of them back. Y/N mostly because she would never in a million years dated someone like Edward as one he was the son of one of her father’s ex-girlfriend and two she barely could stand him. James, on the other hand, seemingly couldn’t see his bartender, his very clumsy bartender who enjoyed to pretend to be Betty Draper on auctions, dating the newest bar’s cleaning boy, one whom he particularly disliked.

- I see. Well, you ought to know I don’t accept work relationships. If that’s all, I was having a conversation with Y/N.

- No, it’s fine Mr. Barnes. I need to speak with Edward myself. - she punctuated the last word as if it spewed poison. Bucky looked at her, hands in fists as she walked out with the cleaning boy by the hand as if she herself hand a place in the mob herself.

She wanted to throw him to the floor once they were out of sight and had it not been for the fact he was taller and physically stronger than her so instead she shoved him against one of the walls.

- What the hell, Edward? Your ex-girlfriend?! - she whispered-shouted at him.

- It’s a reason for us to be close so instantly. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.

- Stay the fuck away from me and don’t you talk to me. - she pointed at him before storming out but not before realising she had left her books, her library borrowed books, on Mr. Barnes’ office.

She turned around out of anger, not really knowing what she was mad about. It wasn’t like she was expecting her father to pay any homage to her wishes of not having Edward around. It didn’t matter really except of course it did but she would never dare to say anything about it. She knocked on the office’s door this time, one which was opened by a very surprised James as if he expected the two ex lovers to be behind his bar reminding themselves of what love feels like.

- Forgot something, petal?

- My books. - she pointed at them laying on top of one of his chairs. - I ... they’re from the library, I need them.

- Of course. - he handed them to her as if it weighed nothing. - Anything else I can do for you, petal?

- Oh yes, sorry I forgot. - she opened her bag rummaging through it to find the box of incredibly expensive earrings she had been nervous about carrying with herself the whole day, afraid of being robbed. The bartender handed him the box, receiving a mere eyebrow raise from him. - It’s an incredible gift, Mr. Barnes but I couldn’t possibly accept it.

- Why not?

- It’s too expensive.

- It’s nothing compared to what I have.

- Well ... I’d have nowhere to wear it.

- You should wear them here.

- I don’t ... I’m not the type of woman who wears things like these.

- Come with me. - he took the box from her, moving away from where he was standing and out of the office. As if she were attached to him by some invisible string, she followed straight away, wondering where they were going. He wouldn’t kill her here, and to be honest she started to wonder if he ever would.

He stopped in front of the bathroom’s, opening the door for her and standing near it. She looked at him in confusion, not entirely knowing what he wanted to do in the bathroom or why he wanted her in the bathroom. Was he going to kill her in the bathroom? She stood on her two feet still for a few seconds before going inside still wary of his intentions, whatever they were.

She could hear the sound of her ballerina slips as she entered the tilled dark decorated bathroom which was cleaner than it did during the night. His hand stood in the small of her back leading it against the black marbled counter connected to the mirrored wall.

- May I? - he opened the box and she nodded, looking at herself in the mirror. She stood there, motionless yet with feelings heightened as he pushed her hair away from her ears to put the earrings on her. They were slightly heavy, a sign of their value and her mind couldn’t wrap around the fact such expensive jewellery was hanging from her ear lobes. - You look exactly like the type of woman who wears things like those, petal.

- You flatter me.

- I think you just don’t flatter yourself enough. - she turned her head to face him. She could feel his breathe against her forehead. All she could sense was that, his breathe, the smell of his cologne and the sound of silence. Looking up to him, he could see her own reflection, the reflection of her earrings glistening on his baby blue eyes. She didn’t know what to say, eyes glued to his as they both got close to each other until each other’s lips were touching, melting in want.

The silence seemed to burst into fireworks of each other’s heartbeats as his hands held her waist close to him. They were too lost on each other, both forgetting for a moment who each was to give way to their own choices.

- Mr. Barnes? - someone knocked on the door, that invisible string pulling them together breaking as they stopped kissing and stepped away from each other.

- I’m busy. - he yelled out.

- Mr. Barnes there’s someone here for you.

- I said I’m busy.

- No, it’s fine. - she rushed her fingers through her hair, one hand against the counter holding her up. What had she done? - You should go.

- Petal.

- It’s fine. - both hands now held the counter, eyes shut. - You should go.

I sit and watch you ...

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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ah thank u!! i was wondering if you could write a amane yugi found family fic with a gn!reader if that makes sense :]

(platonic) amane yugi and gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I think it makes sense, so I do hope I do this right! It wasn’t really specified, so I just sorta,,, started writing, and kept found family in mind? So I really hope it’s alright- Thank you so much for requesting, I’m genuinely so sorry for the time this took, and I hope you enjoy!! :D

(YOOOO GUESS WHO HAS A COMPUTER AGAIN!!! I'm unstoppable, babyyyyy, and am determined to get the requests done as quickly as I can-!!)

warnings: none?

word count: 872 (the angsty bonus bit is 270)

Amane understood what it was like to be a bit… indifferent to your family? He couldn’t be sure whether your relationship with yours was any similar to his, unless you told him first, but he did know one thing. For the most part, you were more like his family than his blood family.

He loved his family, sure. He had a decent relationship with his family at one point. Unfortunately, that point felt like it was forever ago. It mainly started when his brother went missing, he thought, but… upon the return, Amane really began to wonder if his brother being gone was better. It was cruel, yes, but whatever creature was posing as his brother was more so. Between his distressed parents, and that strange look in “Tsukasa”’s eyes, Amane was certain he was beginning to much prefer you. No, it wasn’t beginning… from the moment the two of you became friends, he was able to find comfort in you. Amane could only hope he provided you a similar sense of comfort, but- judging based on how you came to him just as often as he did to you- he liked that he could assume so.

You smoothed your shirt down, glancing over at Amane. “You should have told me you were coming,” You muttered, walking over to him, and laying down. Your parents were away, and both you and Amane knew they’d be gone for a while. That’s one reason you were so comforted by him… even if your parents weren’t, Amane was always around.

“Should I have? It’s not like I usually do,” He responded lightheartedly, not taking his eyes off of the stars. So, you did the same. Your eyes traveled upwards, as you took a moment to admire the sky. Amane had told you many times to just look up- every night, if you take a moment to think about the stars, your worries feel a lot smaller. You feel a lot smaller.

“Hey, what’s that one?” You questioned after a moment, tossing your hand up and pointing at some random star. You were doing it on purpose- wanting some sort of reaction out of him. His knowledge on the stars seemed endless- it amazed you. Capturing your attention, as it would most younger siblings. Sitting and listening to someone who was like your older brother, letting him ramble as he pleased. Maybe it was boring at times, but Amane let you ramble about whatever you wanted, so you could do the same for him.

Moments passed, as Amane spilled every little fact he knew. Perhaps he didn’t know as much as a professional, but he still knew so much more than you did… It was cool. How did he know that much about a little burning ball in space? There were billions. For a split second, you wondered if anyone would care to know as much about you as Amane did the stars- but the thought was crushed by Amane adding something a bit off topic.

“Anyway… maybe we should go inside? Mom got dinner, so I brought you some. I wasn’t sure what you had in the house, and cooking’s a pain.”

That’s right… Amane cared.

“Ohhh, alrighty! Thanks, haha- honestly, I was probably gonna procrastinate cooking until the last minute, so I appreciate it.”

The two of you made your ways off of the roof, and inside your house. As if it was his home- and, by this point, it very well could have been- Amane walked into the kitchen, unpacking two little boxes. Put them both in the microwave, setting a time, then glancing over at you.

“You didn’t eat at home?” You questioned, not wanting him to feel pressured to explain, but wanting him to feel welcomed to share.

“Meh, at this point, I can’t tell whether or not mom really cares. She’s on-board with me visiting you so you don’t get lonely, and making sure you eat, and whatnot. Aside from that, I… I dunno, the house feels more weird than welcoming. You’re family enough, ehehe.”

“Hm, the only weird thing now is that laugh,” You joked, opening the microwave a second before it beeped. “Sorry though. I really do hope things get better. I’m sure they will!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. You don’t need to apologize,” Amane ruffled your hair lightly, causing you to swat at his hand in annoyance, “Thanks though. Whatever has to happen is going to happen, I guess…? And what needs to happen now is dinner.”

You laughed at that comment, taking the box he offered you, and taking a seat at the coffee table in your living room.

Amane tossed you the remote, then sat next to you, letting you turn on a show the both of you found interesting. The only sound coming from either of you was the sound of eating, as the TV’s noise filled the room. Yes, these nights were your favorite. They were both of your favorites. When the two of you didn’t have a real family, you had each other… These simple things really were what made a family. Dinner and TV, a comfortable silence between the two of you, and both of you perfectly content with that.

BONUS LITTLE,, ANGSTY BIT. Anon didn’t request this, so don’t feel obligated to read it- I just felt like angst <3 feel free to consider this just… an alternate end. Amane doesn’t have to die in the main bit <3

WARNINGS: mention of death + suicide, vomit, pain-

“Amane… is dead?” You muttered, staring at the flowers sitting on his desk. The same flowers rested on his brothers’. Tsukasa had caused Amane distress… right now, you couldn’t help but focus on the death of your best friend.

“Did you not hear? Apparently, he killed Tsukasa, then,” Your classmate motioned crudely, dragging a finger across their neck to indicate his death, “offed himself.”

You were going to be sick. You were. You were sick- clumps of your breakfast splashing against the floor beneath yourself. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t right.

Unable to control your actions, you ran out of the room, practically collapsing outside of the school. You wanted to run away. Yet, there was no escaping it.

“It’s a lie,” You muttered, tears spilling down your face. “They’re lying.”

Your heart ached worse than you thought it ever could. Amane couldn’t kill anyone- Amane couldn’t be dead. You sobbed, fists balled up as you let out all of the grief that was rapidly building up.

Students looked your way, several rushing to grab teachers. Before the day could even start, it was over. Going home sooner than you expected to like, with words you never wanted to hear ingrained in your mind.

Upon your return, some time later- giving you barely enough time to learn what you could (though you still couldn’t process it), you heard mutters. Little whispers- rumors floating around.

“Have you heard the rumor…? Apparently, there’s a ghost in the girls’ bathroom on the third floor. It says, she’ll grant your wish- for a price, that is.”

#anon #oneshot #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #found family #amane yugi #platonic x reader #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #amane yugi x reader #gn!reader #x gn!reader #x reader

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jaywritesfics · 3 years

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Since requests are open could I get platonic c!Tommy x female! reader?

Okay, so reader is almost perfect Technoblade copy. She is god at PvP, genius tactician and can build very well.

She never settles down, or at least it seems like it. She has a base far in the nether, hidden from everyone but not many know that. To people it seems like she is always on her way, gathering resources and training, always on the move.

One day, she saves smol (like 9-13 year old Tommy) from mobs and decides to help him with training (reader is already an adult). They form a parent-child bond and reader becomes this mother figure to him. However, reader after some time wants to leave, and does so, some time before events of the smp starts. She was kind of controlling the whole situation, as in as long as she was there she was the mediator for everyone, basically unofficial ruler of the server. The moment she disappeared, everything crumbled.

So, time skip to Tommy's exile when his mental and physical health is declining, reader returns from her adventures and stumbles upon him. She is angered at what had happened and after taking care of him and making sure to bring him to the normal state, she goes straight to the cities to bring back balance by kicking some ass.

I'm leaving ending up to you, hopefully it won't be this complicated

Good luck ❤️❤️❤️

OMG I LOVE THIS!!! I’m sorry if this seems a bit rushed... (Because it was...) I really wanted to get this done before the school week because I have so much stuff to do. I will make a second part since this was kinda short and not the entire story I had planned. I will try to get the second part out as soon as I can but for now I hope you enjoy this! I hope I did your request justice!

|Burning Pile |Part.1| Platonic c!Tommy x Reader|

Warnings?: Swearing, Angst, and mentions of suicide.

Request?: Yes! Thanks lukerycyja for the request!

Pronouns?: None used but female reader implied. Also sorry if this isn’t completely accurate to the canon smp storylie its been so long since I’ve watched any of Tommyinnits Lore streams due to school work, so please cut me slack if I messed up on any of that stuff...0-0

Extra notes?: Part two is on it’s way soon!

“Shit…” You’ve been traveling the surface for hours and you just now realized you forgot your axe at your base. You groan in annoyance and find a nearby tree and sit down to relax because your feet had started to hurt and you open your bag and take out some apples to eat. You usually come to the surface every other month for food and resources, as you live in the nether and it doesn’t have cows and pigs… Well unless you can call those Piglin actual pigs.

“Okay,” You begin to say to yourself,

“I forgot my axe and now I have to go all the way back to my portal…*sigh*, why do I do this to myself?” You take a bite of your apple and you just sit and take in the scenery. When you spot a couple of tree stumps and a wood wall not too far away from where your sat.

“Oh shit.” You say aloud, dropping your apple. You hear the sound of humming coming from behind the wall and you stand up to hurry and get out of there…You never interact with anyone… your by yourself all the time... You used to have company though. A little boy you saved so many years ago. Tommy. His name was Tommy. You basically raised him for years… He was like a son to you. You trained him to fight and fend for himself when he eventually grew up and didn’t need you anymore. You haven’t seen him since you decided to leave. Why did you leave? You can’t quite remember. You hear a voice coming from behind the wall… it sounds so familiar. You near the wall and you place an ear against it to listen in on whoever is behind it.

“Why Tubbo? Why. Why? Why?” The voice sounds even more familiar than before, Is it who you think it is? If so, who's Tubbo? Maybe it’s not him… It couldn’t be… You walk around and spot an opening and you peer around the corner. You see the backside of the person. Short yet untamed blonde hair, Red and white tore shirt and ripped tan pants. It’s him… It has to be… You step inside the structure, tears rolling down your face.

“Tommy?” You say in a shaky voice. He turns around eyes wide. He has bags under his eyes, and the once light blue color has faded to blue-tinted grey. He stares at you and his jaw drops. A single tear falls from his eye then he shuts his mouth and turns away covering his ears with his hands.

“Dream whatever sick game you're playing I’m not falling for it! One of these days so help me I’ll kill you!” Dream? Who is… Shit, You’ve been gone so long you can’t seem to remember a single damn other person.

“Tommy, I don’t know who Dream is but… it’s me… Y/n… I- I’m sorry for leaving I just…”

“Just stop!” He throws a sword at your head but it just misses you and hits the wall beside you.

“Now come on I taught you better than that…” You say to him, walking up to him and kneeling down to look him in the eyes.

“It’s really me Tommy-” You try to finish your sentence but he already has his arms wrapped around you. You can feel teardrops falling on your shoulders and you can’t help but start crying too.

“Y/n… I missed you! Why did you have to leave! You bitch!” He hugs you tighter as he speaks, more tears rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry Tommy I just… I don’t remember… and- I- I’m sorry…” Your makeshift “family reunion” is interrupted by an arrow flying past both your heads. You stand up and turn around to see a tall man in a green hoodie with a mask with some silly face on it. It must be that Dream guy Tommy was talking about.

“Who the fuck are you bitch?” He says pointing his crossbow at you.

“What did you just call me? Also, a 5-year-old called, he wants his arts and crafts project back.” You say, he tenses up and takes a step forward.

“Leave now or I’ll put an arrow in your head, bitch.” He adjusts his crossbow and you reach for the bow and arrow on your back and in an instant you fire an arrow at him, piercing his arm.

“Now I could have put it through your head but I like to look my victims in the eyes when I kill them… it's more fun that way.” You tell him with a huge grin on your face. He drops his crossbow and pulls the arrow out of his arm and takes an ender pearl out of his pocket and throws it in the distance and he disappears within seconds. You look behind you to see Tommy shocked and crying. You kneel down, pick him up and start walking him over to what seems to be his bed. You set him down and give him one of the apples in your bag.

“Are you okay Tommy? You don’t seem well.” You tell him, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“I’m- I’m fine-” He tries to get his words out but he passes out and you quickly pick him up and hold him in your arms. You can still feel him breathing so you don’t worry too much, but you also can’t help but cry. You lay him down and you put his blanket over him. You decide that he probably is just stressed out and needs sleep so you let him rest. You take this time to hunt down some cows and pigs for food. You walk around paranoid that Dream might come back and try to hurt you or Tommy. You bag about 2 cows and 4 pigs and just as you return from hunting you see Tommy sitting on the bed with his face buried in his hands. You drop your kills and you walk over to sit down on the bed beside him.

“You feel a bit better? If so then I gotta ask you… What are you doing alone out here all by yourself? You’re only like what, 16 at most? When I left, you had friends and other allies… how did you end up all alone?” You question him, he looks at you angered,

“How did I end up alone? How did I fucking end up alone?” He then stands up and starts to yell at you,

“You fucking left me! You left me with nothing but a couple of years of bloody sword training and the mentality of a soldier! I thought you actually cared for me like a son… But no, you just saw me as another helpless little boy who needed your guidance… Well, I don’t need your help! I can’t be helped! I’m the one who got exiled. I’m the one whose friends betrayed him!” His voice goes from a yell to a soft stern voice.

“I tried to build a nation… It was amazing... but I fail at everything. It crumbled...I should have never even tried… I should have offed myself when I had the chance…” He’s on the floor on his knees, sobbing with his head in his hands again. You stand up from the bed and kneel down to hug him.

“Tommy… I’m so sorry that that’s how you felt about it… I had no idea how I really affected you… Tommy… I- I’m so sorry… I do love you like a son Tommy... And you’re the best son anyone could ask for… your not a failure, you deserve to live… but may I ask…”

You release him from the hug and look at him in the eyes,

“What do you mean by exiled?” (you decide to skip over the whole “build a nation” part, because you really aren’t surprised by it.)

“Tubbo- I mean Dream. Well… They banished me from L’manberg they banished me from my home! They banished me here to live on my own… I have nothing…”

“You don’t have nothing… You have me. I’ll help you, Tommy.” Your blood boils. They banished Tommy... Why? You don’t care… either way, you’re going to kill them… Whoever this Tubbo guy is… Your gonna kill him and Dream. You stand up and bring Tommy to his feet and wipe away his tears.

“Go practice your sword throwing Tommy, I’ll make us some dinner.” You say as you walk over to the sword he had previously attempted to throw at you and take it out the wall.

“Hey, my sword throwing is great!”

“Heh.. sure.” You hand him his sword and he groans jokingly and he walks outside and starts throwing his sword at some tree. You chuckle at the sight and you start to prepare your guy’s meal. You also grab your own sword and examine it. You sigh,

“Those bitches are gonna get what’s coming to them…” You whisper to yourself under your breath.

“Hey y/n! I hit my target!” Tommy yells to you.

“Good Tommy! I’m proud of you…”

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Violet Evergarden Movie Summary

The initial plan was to make this a short bullet-point thing, but I felt like there was too much to clarify and I had no choice but use novel references to explain certain parts, so I decided to just write a normal summary. Many thanks before-hand to my friend Yuuki, who gave me all this info.

Apologies for taking relatively long with this thing. Not even I expected that I would end up writing this much. Buckle up for the ride, ‘cause it won’t be fun.

Nope, not kidding. It really won’t.

First thing I need to make clear is: this movie is one and a half hour long and divided into three parts and two different timelines: the times when Violet existed and the times after she dies. Already in the beginning of the movie, Violet is dead.

Yes, you read this right. She’s dead.

Now, I don’t mean that she’s dead in the literal sense. This is 60 years in the future. She might be alive or not, but it’s never said. However, the timeline of 60 years later is considered an era without Violet, apparently because she has retired and her “legend” is over, so to say. It’s also a time where Auto-Memories Dolls don’t exist. That’s one good punch in the face. Let’s keep counting.

The movie is sort of like a tale being read by someone else, which at some point goes into Violet’s first-person POV. The whole thing is kind of a look back on Violet’s life tragectory and how it took a new turn when she decided to continue looking for Gil despite all the mess of the TV series.

The era where Violet exists is an era where telephones are being introduced to the people, so Auto-Memories Dolls are starting to become unnecessary. I would argue that the creation of the telephone isn’t enough for an entire occupation to start disappearing so quickly, since new inventions are normally extremely expensive and not everyone has access to them (or even knows about their existence) so immediately after their conception. Realistically speaking, ghostwriters would still be important as long as there were still so many people unable to buy phones. Not to mention that this is a steampunk world where compulsory education doesn’t seem to be a thing yet, so even in the off chance that everybody can buy a phone, there would still be a lot of people who can’t read or write on their own. But all of this clearly went over the animators’ heads, so not only ghostwriters but also the mail business in general are nearing their doom in the movie.

The one looking back on Violet’s life was Ann, who was telling it all to her granddaughter, Daisy (who, by the way, is voiced by Morohoshi Sumire, the same girl who voiced the seven-year-old Ann). Ann had kept all the letters that Violet ghostwrote for her mother, as well as the newspapers about the CH Postal Company. Looks like the article was printed after Violet left CH, since she isn’t in the picture with everyone else.

In this era, CH’s main office has been turned into a museum. Nerine is shown working in it. Of course, she’s a grandma by then. Speaking of the CH personnel, Erica also quit being an Auto-Memories Doll and became a playwright like Oscar. She appears in the newspaper, though, so she probably a while left after Violet did. Taylor also appears there.

Back to Daisy, she was writing a letter to her parents, in order to learn how to properly convey feelings with written word. The message of this scene seems to be that, no matter the tools, what’s important is that we convey our feelings to the people we love.

As we see in the trailer, Gil’s mom has passed and Violet runs into Dietfried when visiting her grave on the anniversary of her death. To anyone who is wondering: yeah, Gil never went to see his mother and she died thinking that he was dead.

Nobody knew that Gil was alive. Not his mother, not Dietfried, not the Evergardens and not even Hodgins. No one.

Here’s what happened to Gil in the anime: he survived the incident at Intense, of course, but got separated from Violet in that explosion. His tag miraculously stayed on the same spot, though, as we saw in the TV series. Now, since this isn’t explained in the anime at all, I have to make it clear: the tag is that necklace the soldiers wear. It contains their names and ranks, so that their bodies can be identified even when they’re irrecognizable. Without the tag, the people who rescued Gil had no idea who he was, so he was sent to a different place to get treated. He ended up at a monastery hospital instead of the one in Enchaîné. I would debate that his uniform alone is enough to identify him as someone from the Leidenschaftlich Army, or maybe they could’ve just asked him which troop he belonged to after he woke up and relocated him to where his fellow men were, but who even cares about all these plot holes anymore? Definitely not me.

Anyway. After Gil was discharged, he ran the fuck away. Like, literally.

If anyone out there was hoping that Gil would finally have his moment to shine as the self-sacrificing, thoughtful and ridiculously kindhearted character that he is in the novel, I have bad news for you. What we had here was even worse than it being Gil’s excuse movie. It’s like the whole thing was made to drag his character so deep through the mud that he’ll never be able to get up again. There’s pretty much nothing in this one and a half hour that actually justifies what he did to Violet. I’ll elaborate on this as we go on.

Anime!Gil became a nomad and went traveling. He offed his ass to the island where that lighthouse displayed in the most recent official art is located (that’s why Gil and Violet were at the beach on the movie poster). He doesn’t have a prosthetic in the anime because, apparently, he was more worried about disappearing as fast as possible to somewhere he would never be found, and never attempted to contact anybody. So nobody knew that he was alive, hence the grave, which, as we feared, was not a fake one. His family really did think he had died.

This is a point that I have already addressed before, but that also means Gil really did abandon Violet to luck. If anything dangerous ever happened to her (as it did, and it was always very obviously likely to happen, since she was the southern army’s most outstanding soldier and quite literally fled from the military), he wouldn’t even know. If word ever got to him, it would probably be too late. And even if it weren’t, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help her. More than allowing her to live freely, it felt like he was running away from his responsibilities regarding Violet.

Punch on the face count is currently at six.

By sheer coincidence, Violet learns that Gil is living in that island. She goes to see him and Hodgins goes with her after trying to stop her at first. When Gil finds out that they came to see him, he outright refuses to meet them. It pretty much takes the near entirety of the goddamn movie for them to see each other face-to-face. I say face-to-face because all of the following shit happens:

Hodgins goes to talk to Gil. It lasts about 20 minutes.

Gil talks to Violet from behind a door. This one is about 10 minutes.

Dietfried also comes to the island to talk to him. Also about 10 minutes.

At long fucking last, Gil goes to see Violet. But that, too, is only for about 10 minutes.

Hodgins gives him a speech very similar to what happens in chapter 8. Now get ready to fall back from your seats: Dietfried basically goes there to tell Gil that he won’t run away from taking over the family anymore, so Gil can live freely. Yes, Dietfried is officially a better Gilbert than Gilbert himself. I crave death.

So, after much ado, they come to a conclusion: Gil will stay in the island. In order to completely free himself of the shackles of his bloodline, he stays behind, living the way he wants to. ‘Cause all anime!Gil wants is to rot away alone by the sea, apparently. Now prepare yourselves, for it gets worse. Ready?

Violet stays with him in the motherfucking island.

That’s right, ladies and gents. Another fear became true. She quits her job at the CH Postal Company and goes to live with him. Well, at least, not as a housewife. She starts working with mail services in the island, and Gil helps her with it. Her life goes on like this and she dies in the island as well.

This is where the timeline after Violet passes away comes into light, parallel to the era when Violet was alive. Daisy talks about what happened after Violet left CH, as if it were a tale from the distant past.

That’s it.

The movie paints this as a happy ending. I can hardly see it as one. I know it almost looks like everything was solved, but it just got swept under the rug.

The main point that makes me sad in this ending is that Violet’s character development did a 360 degree flip. In the end, she threw everything to the air and went to live in someone who she always put before everyone else, even herself, but who didn’t do the same for her (in the anime). She’s gone to a crammed little island, where she led an uneventful life away from everyone and everything that’s ever had a positive impact on her. All she has is Gil.

Of course, he’s all she needs, but he isn’t all she should have, and that was the entire point of pushing her to go live on her own. Which is exactly what she earns in the novel: two loving parents, a father figure, a brother figure, a best friend and several other friends and acquaintances whom she formed a bond with. She has all she needs, so she doesn’t have to cling to Gil for any reason. There’s no emotional dependance on him anymore. She doesn’t need him to be whole. She just wants him because he happens to be the best person she’s ever met.

Anime!Violet is most definitely not whole. She almost got there, but then she backtracked completely. And anime!Gil... in my friend’s words, is a weakling. There’s nothing in him actually worth all this undying blind love. Sure, he’s full of regret and shit, but it’s too easy to only act upon it now, by vanishing into thin air like a coward.

The deal with novel!Gil is that he looks around at everything he has, everything that had been burdening him and killing him on the inside all his life, and decides to make use of it for Violet’s sake. He continues being family head and working in the army, amassing money and connections in order to have every means possible to protect Violet should anything happen to her. And as it turns out, he does end up having to use those means, more than once, but he will keep this up for as long as he needs to, because he lives for her now. That’s what makes him worth all the blood, sweat, tears, mental sanity and even body parts that she gave away for his sake: he pays it back. Every cent.

Punch in the face count ends at twelve. Thirteen if I include the fact that the movie ends with a last shot of Violet after she and Gilbert do a pinky swear. Looks like they were really trying to buy everyone with tears.

Oh, well.

I hope this has been a good enough summary. Sorry if I rained on anyone’s parade. I’m pretty sure we won’t get a remake ever, so I really wish we all can get over this soon.

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