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brilliant-red-eternity · 10 months

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Psycho-Pass Providence:

my attempt to write a movie review.

I finally went to the movies and watched Psycho-Pass Providence with a friend last Tuesday. I knew the film would be packed with plot and action so we decided to see the German dubbed version. We just wanted to have a good time, and some nachos with cheese dip and beer. The cinema was maybe a quarter full which I don’t think is too bad for a weekday. There even was a girl cosplaying as Akane. I was pretty nervous the whole day. After reading so many negative reviews on Tumblr over the past few months, I prepared myself for the worst. Will Providence ruin this series for me? Is Shinkane dead? My friend encouraged me by saying, “watch the movie and form your own opinion”, and that’s what I did!

Providence is a diffuse colossus of a story but I liked it much better than PP3. The story is very action-heavy and plot-driven. You can feel the absence of Urobuchi’s writing because relatively little emphasis is placed on the emotions of the characters or their development. The dialogues are rather short and the action scenes quite long. Explosions and battles largely replace social criticism. Precious moments are few and far between. I think Ubukata came up with a really cool and offbeat plot, it’s just way too big for one movie. He should have made Providence into a series with many episodes, but that’s just my opinion. I can’t shake the feeling that he simply placed the characters into his massive plot as if they were chess pieces. Everyone does their job. They rush from one action to the next. Saiga is dead. On it goes. Akira is dead. There are no breaks. The ending is also very rushed and if I hadn’t already known why Akane shoots chief Kasei, I probably would have left the cinema with a massive question mark.

The Shinkane content in Providence is quite nice. And to say it right away: yes, I saw their hands touch in that bridal carry scene. It was very clear and less rushed than I thought. I’m just not sure if their fingers were intertwined or if Kogami had his fingers around Akane’s hand squeezing it. The phone call was also funny. My friend just sighed in her seat next to me and said a little too loudly: “I can’t believe Akane is in love with this clumsy idiot! Why can’t he just apologize?” Yeah, why? Akane hung up the phone and her face was so adorable. The romantic comedy was only perfect when Saiga cheered Kogami on in the elevator afterwards (“Come on, make an effort!”) and Ko acted like a petulant child (“I don’t know what you mean!”). Really, Ko? You were playing dumb in front of sensei? Was Kogami embarrassed that his former teacher was interfering in their relationship? However, these two were in dire need of counselling that’s why I found the idea of Saiga acting as their therapist quite entertaining.

I still don’t know what to make of Shinkane in Providence. I have too many thoughts and feelings, that’s why I’d like to deal with this topic separately in another post. Shinkane is not dead at all, but it hasn’t evolved either. Each of them basically does their own thing when it comes to work and I can’t shake the impression that Akane would have found Kogami rather unsexy if she had met him for the first time in PPP. I love Kogami, but he doesn’t contribute much to the story except that he saves Akane’s life in the end.

Now that I’ve seen the film, it sounds more than absurd to claim that they have no other relationship than a collegial working relationship. I mean, it’s obviously not work or a shared conviction that ties them together and makes Akane answer the phone late at night, but their old acquaintance. They have an unresolved personal conflict between them, and a wide range of unexplored emotions. All the social awkwardness fits in with that. And the creators even went one step further with the romantic scenes:

I already knew about the scene in which Kogami jumps on top of Akane (and between her legs) to protect her from an explosion but I didn’t expect the whole thing to play out in slow motion. Holy shit! My heart leapt. I mean, what am I looking at here if not a romantic subplot? You can see every detail crisp and clear: how his hands are embracing and protecting her head from the impact, how their bodies stick together rather indecently. And Akane and Ko don’t immediately get up and run, no. They stay put for the time being looking at each other and then Ko states the obvious like a brain dead fool: “It’s a dangerous place, we should retreat.”

Yeah, well… who would have thought that explosions and shootings would be dangerous? Kogami’s blood must have gone from his brain to some other part of his body, there’s no other way to explain this level of silliness. We’ve already seen Kogami protecting Akane from an explosion before. He threw her like a sack of potatoes in the movie but THIS is something else entirely. THIS is screaming “You’re the most precious person on earth to me”. Same goes for the bridal carry. The scene isn’t as rushed as their encounter in the wheat field, no. The animators kind of savour their last scene in Providence and you have to be wilfully blind to not notice Kogami’s affection for Akane or their touching hands.

I can understand the widespread criticism of Kogami’s strange behaviour in PPP. It’s not quite what I expected either, but I didn’t expect anything else. Sounds crazy, huh? I know. I don’t know if Ubukata’s writing style is to blame for Ko’s derailment. I guess the writers deliberately wanted to create some tension in the form of personal conflict which is a common and cheap trick that can also be found in romantic YA literature.

It is nevertheless credible to a certain extend. Kogami has returned to a world with a wall between latent criminals and citizens with healthy Psycho-Passes. Social conventions are a corset. They make us act differently. The fact that he doesn’t hit on Akane actually says a lot of good things about his character. He knows nothing about her life, except that it hasn’t gone down the drain yet. What role does he still play in Akane’s life? Does she even need his help? When you look at Kogami’s issue with addressing Akane properly, it becomes clear that he’s uncertain: kanshikan, omae, anta, yo. Akane has already gathered a team around her and Kogami is standing outside the door. He’s the odd man out. He’s also an incorrigible idiot who doesn’t have it in him to apologize.

They give each other nothing at first. That’s why I like the scene in the hospital so much because it changes their relationship for good. Akane’s visit is proof to Kogami that he is important to her. She cares about his health and she even takes the cigarette from his mouth. Akane also invites him to join her team (“We’re a team, right?”) and you can see the relief on Kogami’s face. After that, their interactions become lighter and more honest. Team PSB and Team SAD no longer go separate ways.

I really like the camaraderie between Kogami and Frederika. I found them both very independent in their work, which led me to ask whether Frederika is his boss at all. I read somewhere that they both have the same rank of “special investigator” which also fits in well with the way they talk to each other. I remember Akane asking Kogami during their phone call what Yabuki thought of his past actions. I guess that makes Shogo Yabuki his boss and Frederika his senpai? There was one thing that annoyed me, though, and that was that Frederika did everything her boss Yabuki told her to do. She even kept it a secret from Kogami that they were using Saiga as bait. Why didn’t she say “no” for once?

Providence has a few highlights that I just can’t leave unmentioned. It isn’t the best film, but it’s also not as bad as many have made it out to be. The scene in which Gino grabs Kogami by the collar, calls him an asshole and pushes him roughly against the glass pane of the office was quite the cliché. It could have come straight from a fan fic. Kogami remains calm and I don’t find him arrogant. Sugo tries to intervene, but I had the impression that it’s primarily Akane’s staged indifference towards Kogami that keeps Gino from exploding with rage. Gino pulls himself together the moment he sees Akane entering the office. If there’s one thing I love about their dynamics, it’s how they always try to protect each other in the most subtle but effective way. Gino is like the big brother we all want to have. He is by Akane’s side after Saiga dies and he reminds Kogami of the duty to not let Akane become a latent criminal. I can’t say often enough how much I adore Ginoza and his loyalty to Akane.

But Gino does not only protect Akane, he also saves Frederika’s life twice. These two have a little scene in Providence that I find cute. Standing amidst the ruins of the building after the battle, Gino asks Frederika how she is. She says “not too bad” while stroking her hair almost sheepishly like a schoolgirl. Is it the first time that a colleague asks Frederika about her well-being? Is this how things are at the SAD? I never saw Kogami turn around to look at her, even though she always saves his stupid ass from getting kicked. And her boss Yabuki only ever entrusted her with the most dangerous missions (aka “dirty work in the name of justice”). It really sucks to be a strong woman sometimes. It sucks when performance is always expected without complaint. That’s why it’s all the more refreshing when a hot guy like Gino asks if you’re still alive, right Frederika?

Overall, it was very cool to see Frederika on the battlefield since she’s quite capable and knows how to handle weapons. I didn’t like her passive role in PP3, where she just sat in her neat little office and gave orders. PP is kind of understaffed in terms of female characters so it was good to see Frederika having a more active role this time. I hope that in the future they will give her a backstory. It’s more the personal things that make a character interesting for me. I mean, what was her relationship with Yabuki? She shed a tear after his death, or was this just an optical illusion?

There was nothing to complain about the quality of the animation in Providence. It was first class. The wedding was beautiful and I really liked the colours and fireworks of the Chinese New Year festival in the streets of Dejima. It made a nice contrast to the gloomy dark dystopian world of Sibyl. The Chinese New Year also brings me directly to the scene that, oddly enough, touched me the most: Akira’s death. Atsushi Shindou shoots him on the roof of the MoFA as the fireworks go off and with his last words Akira says, “Take care of Kei, I want him to have a different life than mine.” It was a beautiful but also very sad moment. There were many deaths in the film but the pace of the story was way too fast for me to mourn them properly. It’s a shame, especially since most of the time was spent on action scenes. I don’t know how many minutes I watched Sugo trying to shoot a satellite out of the sky with his drone.

Saiga’s death is tragic but it has great influence on Akane. In the end, his last words (“justice and truth are multifaceted”) encourage her to stand up for her convictions and turn against Sibyl in order to uphold the law. I noticed that Saiga is already very tired at the beginning of Providence, as if he no longer expects anything great from life and prefers to pass the baton to the younger generation. Perhaps that is also why he tries to persuade Kogami to bury the hatchet with Akane. “You should apologize to her. Take this advice from an old man like me.” It seems that he wanted to leave the world in peace, knowing that he has given his students all he could give. So from that point of view, his passing is dignified. His hands are even folded and placed on top of his chest after he dies. I couldn’t help but think that it is meant as a religious gesture: that he will be accepted by God if not by Sibyl.

Sibyl is as disgusting as ever and that’s all there is to say. Their hypocrisy is simply unbearable. And then no one has the courage to stand up for the preservation of the rule of law – least of all the Ministry of Justice. What a joke! We also learn that it’s totally fine for Sibyl to give absolution and sovereignty to a group of criminals (the Peacebreakers) as long as they come from their own criminal ranks. Well, one crow does not peck out another crow’s eye, right? I don’t know whether Atsushi Shindou could be trusted or not, although he has pulled some important strings in the background. The old man seemed weary just like Saiga, but he thought very highly of Akane and campaigned for her in front of Sibyl which made him likeable in my eyes. He was also a good mentor.

I must not forget to mention the true antagonists of the story, first and foremost Tonami the White. He is the leader of the Peacebreakers, a group of former soldiers and mercenaries of Sibyl who see themselves in the tradition of a cult. They worship a similar AI like Sibyl that also has wired brains in boxes and they see it as their God and commander. The cult did seem rather bizarre and fantastic sometimes, but I got the impression that this is exactly Ubukata’s style.

Tonami is a despicable man. He tells Akane that despite his old age, he can still take on a young girl like her, then he draws a gun and starts to shoot her. Congratulations, man! She’s unarmed, and pulling a trigger is really not much of a feat. Asshole! He was clearly afraid that Akane would be superior in a fistfight.

I remember a heated debate on social media about whether Kogami should have killed Tonami or not. Well, I would argue that he had no choice but to shoot this man if he wanted to make sure Akane got out of there alive (“Protect Tsunemori!”). Akane looks relieved when she sees Kogami. She smiles at him as if she knows that her life is safe from now on. But then she continues to provoke Tonami with her words. The man points a damn gun to her head and she has already been shot twice and lies bleeding on the floor in handcuffs. Should Kogami twiddle his thumbs and wait to see what happens? Well, he does. But only for a moment.

Kogami’s face is empty while Akane is being tortured. It’s devoid of emotion, not even anger shows on his face. I was like: huh? I first thought it was bad animation or some artificial intervention to evade romance and keep the Kouakas from losing their minds, but in retrospect, it occurred to me that perhaps… Kogami is simply listening to the conversation in front of him? Akane and Tonami are talking about the Sibyl System and it’s true nature. They are talking about AI vs. humanity. They are talking about integrating this other AI into Sibyl and the boxes with the brains are standing just a few meters away from them. Snippets and fragments, but Kogami isn’t stupid. It was him who found a decapitated professor Stronskaya on the ship. Her head was taken away by the Peacebreakers and we later learn that her brain was put into a box for their AI. Kogami has been wondering for a while what kind of influence Akane has on the system. And even Tonami (who calls her “a witch that disturbs the social order”) is kind of astounded at what Akane knows and what she is capable of.

Kogami agrees with Tonami and then shoots him in the head. I really don’t know which part he agrees with. I can only explain it by saying that, unlike Akane, Kogami has lost faith in humanity. Kogami knows what humans are capable of and that they are easily corrupted. But he believes in Akane, so there’s that. It’s only natural that he would save her at any cost.

I didn’t perceive Akane as angry though. She knows Kogami well enough and wanted him to come with her on the mission. Kogami “breaking the law again” certainly saddens and disappoints her, but I don’t think she necessarily wants to enforce him. Atsushi Shindou shot Akira in front of Akane and she didn’t arrest him. If she were now to arrest Kogami, she would have double standards. I remember director Shiotani saying in an interview that Kogami voluntarily let Akane arrest him. Well, that actually sounds quite logical to me because I honestly don’t see Akane taking the initiative. But Kogami acting like a repentant little puppy in front of Akane, the “goddess and bodhisattva” he expects to make the world a better place? Yes, I can very well imagine that – only that at this point she is just a bleeding human being in his arms.

Akane’s incident was… wow. I knew what she was up to beforehand, but I still found the whole thing quite mind-boggling. Where did Akane get the gun she shot chief Kasei with? Everyone was looking forward to her inauguration. Gino, Sugo, Shion and Yayoi… they were watching it on TV. What has my girl done?

I wouldn’t go so far as to blame Kogami. There is a trend right now to make him the scapegoat for everything that happens to Akane, but somehow that is not right and would completely undermine Akane’s independence. There is no guarantee that the arrest and prosecution of Tonami would have worked. Sibyl is not a reliable negotiating partner. I think Akane chose a more effective way by immediately involving the public and getting them to discuss the preservation of the law. At least, it worked. But why the letter to Kogami? It wasn’t a tit-for-tat response. I think Akane wanted to say goodbye. She didn’t know what would happen to her or whether they would see each other again. These two threw their lives away and stood up for their beliefs in justice. Was it brave or was it foolish? Who knows. But the closing of a circle was pretty well executed by the creators of the series in my opinion.

I still have no clue why Kogami was released from confinement. I can only speculate that MoFA has negotiated a deal. I also remember that his Psycho-Pass was encrypted in PP3 and no longer accessible via Sibyl’s dominator. There is a strong competition between the ministries and certainly no help can be expected from Sibyl. Mika had to literally beg chief Kasei to allow her to send out a rescue mission for Akane who was already classified as a traitor because she went to take on the Peacebreakers on her own. Why would they let Kogami go, the traitor who killed a criminal pardoned by Sibyl in order to rescue the traitor Akane? No. He was released at the behest of MoFA. It is therefore not surprising that Akane has arranged the transfer of Gino and Sugo to MoFA. Nothing bothers Sibyl more than loyal dogs and I’m certain that these two would have been thrown into the isolation facility the moment Akane lost her position as inspector.

Okay, I’ll stop rambling now. I’d like to end this post with a quote from the friend who went with me to the movies. We saw Psycho-Pass together five years ago and I was very curious to hear her opinion. We both agreed that Akane's performance in Providence is once again superb. She’s a queen. One of the best female characters of all time. What she said about Kogami may irritate some but I can only agree: “It wasn’t his most mature performance, but in the end he could be relied upon!”

Providence was fun. It was okay. It wasn’t Psycho-Pass at its best but at least, it answered the question that has been on my mind for almost four years: what did Akane do that landed her in prison?

#psycho pass #psycho pass providence #akane tsunemori #shinya kougami #shinkane #ramblings #review

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din-skywalker · 10 months

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Just wanted to leave a little thank you for being a beacon of factual info on Miguel. Like for the parts that peak through in the ATSV they still get muddled if you don’t know or you refuse to look deeper than, ‘He opposed Miles = he’s bad’.

Like no.

He is a very traumatic individual that has the coping mechanism of ‘I’ve done this wrong now I will make sure it will never happen again.’ He overthinks, but genuinely wants to do good and gets very irritated when it doesn’t happen. His fights with the Specialist for Kasey and Vulture 2099 being his monstrous self come to mind. He’s not quippy funny, but flat sarcasm because it’s how he deflects. And on that note he’s never against the jokes, he just doesn’t do it (Peter B is being used as an unreliable narrator). And he cares or he wouldn’t have been so haunted and committed to fixing something when at first as Spider-Man he hated it and himself so much.

Just really a thank you to highlighting things about his personality or ability set. It wonderful!

PS. I saw an ask-answer where you said you have a discord server for 90’s Miguel, is it still open?

hehe! i try my best to spread true info about miguel, since he's my skrunkily. i've loved him for around 6 years now...

and yes! there's so much depth to his character that so many people ignore. they make him so flat when he's not... the movie doesn't do the best job at showing he's more than one dimensional at times, however, especially for people that won't look too much further into it

there's also the fact that he's shown as angry a lot. angry characters are typically viewed negatively because anger is viewed negatively overall. which, is stupid. just because someone is angry a lot doesn't mean they're not a good person... and miguel isn't only angry anyways... that's just most of what we see in the movie (god i wish he had more screen time. people wouldn't misunderstand him as much if he had more time i think)

for the server- yes! it's an overall miguel server that discourages nsfw content, so if you're into that there's only one channel where that's allowed (also minors are NOT allowed) im a mod there so lemme know it's you that joined :^)

#wow i talk #ask #miguel o'hara #spider man #spider man 2099 #atsv

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invisibleraven · 7 months

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foster family au YOU KNOW I HAVE TO

When Alex and Willie got serious, they had the big talk about marriage and kids, because they wanted to make sure they were on the same page about both. Willie was pretty eh about marriage-something about needing government validation for their relationship.

"But I wouldn't mind it with you hot dog," he said with a wink, making Alex blush and groan simultaneously.

The kid thing was a bit more serious. Alex had wanted to be a dad since forever-dreamed of it really. It was something his parents had mocked him about when he came out, claiming gay men couldn't be parents.

But things had come so far since then-they could hire a surrogate or adopt now. "What about fostering?" Willie asked shyly.

"What about it?" Alex asks.

"Could we be foster parents for a bit first?" Willie clarifies. "I was a foster kid for so long, jumping from house to house, so I know there's not enough good ones out there. Plus a lot of older kids end up in the system, and they never got adopted."

"Because everyone wants babies," Alex concluded. Which, he couldn't say much, that's what he wanted too. Watching a child grow right from the start-like it was their own, not one they essentially bought. But he could see Willie's point-he had never found a real home or family until Caleb found him right before he aged out of the system.

And well, Caleb was more like a fabulous uncle than a dad, so Alex could see Willie's point about finding older kids needing a real family unit. "We can do that, sure," he assured him.

It was a few years later, when they had a house to call their own, rings on their fingers and steady jobs that they apply-Alex knowing the agency would look more kindly on those factors when considering them. There's a lot of paperwork, and visits and assessments.

"Geez with the amount of kids flooding the system you would think there would be less red tape to wade through," Willie grumbled as they submitted yet another sheath of signed contracts.

"I think you'd be happier that they are so particular to weed out the bad homes," Alex replied. "Less Ms. Hannigans this way."

"Well now I wanna watch Annie," Willie said with a grin.

"Carol Burnett or Kathy Bates?" Alex asks with an answering smile.

"Thank you for not making the other remakes an option, and you know my answer is both," Willie replied.

It takes a few months for processing to go though, but eventually they get selected to receive their first kid-Parker who is only staying the weekend until her grandparents can take her on. She's sassy, way too good with locks, and Willie loves her. He slips her some money and their address when she leaves, just in case she ever wants to come back, or write. Alex feels they haven't seen the last of her.

Their next charge is Ollie, who had been a street kid that Willie had caught sleeping at the street park. He is in the system, so his social worker is happy enough for them to take him. He's a bit rough around the edges, but he bonds with them quickly enough, and a whiz in the kitchen.

It's kind of heart breaking when they try to shift him to another home, Willie even telling them he's welcome to stay as long as he wants. Alex is a bit more realistic, knowing this is how things work, that they don't have control over how long each kid stays. There's lots of tears when Ollie leaves, but he promises to call when he gets to Toledo-where his uncle lives to let them know he's okay.

They get the twins, Micah and Solange next, who are a handful, but ultimately sweet. Then Kasey, Hanna, Roger, and Bianca. None of them stay long, but Alex feels they leave better off than they were when they came.

Willie is the one who approaches him about maybe looking for something a little more permanent. "I love that we've been able to help so many kids but it hurts so much when they go. I want one that stays, that's ours. We can keep fostering... but I want a baby."

Alex brings him in for a hug, and agrees. They decide to adopt, since they're already in the system, making it easier. They meet a lot of couples who are pregnant, but none of them decide on Alex and Willie for whatever reason.

Then their social worker calls, asking if they'd be opposed to a toddler.

Isla is not even two, but lost her parents in an accident, and has no other family. She's a gorgeous little redhead who is pretty happy despite the tragedy that's befallen her. They foster her for a bit, just to make sure it's a good fit, but before the end of the year she's theirs officially.

The next summer though, Parker shows back up, having run away from her abusive grandparents, and they welcome her with open arms. "But there's a better lock on the liquor cabinet," Alex warns her.

"You know I love a challenge!" she exclaims. Willie buys her a good set of lockpicks, and sets her up a whole set of locks and old safes he found in the garage, telling her to go mad. "Hopefully that keeps out of doing illegal stuff," he comments wryly.

"I'll start putting money towards bail," Alex replies.

The social worker tries to get her to go back to her family, but she makes an impassioned plea to stay here, and finally confesses what her family was actually like. They agree to let her stay while they investigate, but with her almost eighteen and the speed with which the system works, Alex is fairly confident she's theirs to keep.

Ollie turns up around Christmas, confessing that his uncle found it too hard to take care of him, and he'd loved it here, so could he stay please?

"Good thing we bought a big house," Willie said as he made up their guest room.

"I think we need to take our name off the fostering list though," Alex replied. "Just until one of these three find their own place."

"I'm okay with that," Willie stated. "I think we have our hands full with three anyways."

So in the end, Alex becomes a dad-even if only one of his three kids calls him that-Parker calls them Lexie and Wils, Ollie; Vati and Baba, and well he's sure Isla, who adores her big brother will pick that up before she hits four. But he doesn't mind-it's not what they call him, it's the sentiment behind it.

He's their dad no matter what, they've all agreed to that, given the Best Dad Ever mug collection he's got started. And that's the important part.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

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floralflorence · 10 months

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POV: Leo and Reg sneak off during a party. (Purely self-indulgent smut - sorry not sorry.)

Minors DNI :)

"Hey, handsome." Leo jumped slightly at the arms suddenly wrapping around his waist, almost spilling the coke he was adding to Logan's drink. He put the bottle down, deftly screwing the lid back on before turning, leaning his lower back against the counter.

"You scared me," Leo laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

"Désole, Peanut. Could I maybe...make it up to you?" Reg drawled in a low whisper, pushing up onto his tiptoes to kiss him slowly, balancing using a hand on Leo's torso. With a surprised hum at the intensity, Leo cupped Reg's cheek to pull him in closer, another hand coming to support the small of his back.

"Knutty, if we could remember that's my little brother, that'd be great," Sirius called from the doorway of the kitchen, his voice carrying over the noise of the team party in the Cubs' living room. Leo just stuck a thumb up behind Reg's back before slipping his hand around to the back of his head, tugging him in as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. They pulled away with a wet sound, Leo stroking a thumb across Reg's bottom lip.

"You're forgiven," he mumbled, surprised, grinning when Reg laughed loudly.

"You're banned from wearing these shirts when you're party hosting," Reg replied indignantly, wrapping his arms around Leo's neck.

After glancing down at his shirt, which really would have just been a normal shirt if it wasn't for the obscenely tight fit. "Oh really? Why's that, hm?"

"Because you're a good host and won't agree to disappear upstairs with me," he pouted back.

Leo debated for a minute before leaning down and pressing a kiss just below Reg's ear, whispering into it softly.

"You know, there are two more hosts. No one would miss us if we slipped into the bathroom for a few minutes."

Reg pulled back to look him in the eyes for a moment. "You better be serious about that," he mumbled, sliding his hand slowly down Leo's torso after a quick look back at the doorway. Leo's eyes fluttered when Reg cupped him through his jeans, adding slight amounts of pressure as he groaned.

"Bathroom. Allez."

Doing a terrible job of not looking too proud of himself, Reg tangled his fingers with Leo's, tugging him along behind him. "Shit - one sec," Leo said, grabbing Logan's cup from the counter and sprinting into the living room to give it to him, that being the whole reason he was in the kitchen in the first place. Reg hovered by the door to the downstairs bathroom, trying to look inconspicuous. He had to stifle a laugh behind his hand as he watched Kasey desperately try and focus on the conversation he was having with Celeste and Logan. His main distraction came in the form of Alex, stood next to him talking with Finn and Dumo, tracing and raking his nails up and down Kasey's arm mindlessly.

"Hey, change your mind?" Leo swam into view suddenly, a smirk playing on his features.

"With you looking like that? I don't think so." They slipped silently into the bathroom, Reg rising up onto his toes to cup both sides of his neck and pull him down to kiss him.

"Tu es si joli," Leo breathed between kisses, his hands running down the strong planes of Reg's back to his ass, kneading the flesh roughly in his palms.

"Show me then." Leo slipped his grip slightly lower, holding the backs of his thighs and lifting him, pressing his back up against the door of the bathroom as his kisses trailed down to his neck. Reg's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging harshly as Leo's teeth nipped and marked along his skin. "Fuck me, baby."

He felt Leo grin wolfishly against his neck before he paused. "Fuck. We don't have lube in here."

"Don't need it."

Leo pulled away, looking up at Reg with a faux-annoyed look. "Fucking knew you and Tremz took too long to get ready."

"You try being in the same room as Lo while he's half-naked and see if you're not bending him over the nearest flat surface," Reg rebutted, giving him a knowing look.

"I'm guessing it didn't take much persuading for you to let him bend you over either," Leo whispered.

Reg hummed, shrugging noncommittally before tightening his legs around Leo's waist. "You three can be very persuasive when you want to be. Lucky for you there's no persuasion necessary today, I'm in the mood to be railed in a bathroom." Reg leaned forwards and sucked Leo's bottom lip into his mouth, laving his tongue along it and digging his teeth in before letting it spring back. Seemingly the last straw for Leo, he dropped his grip on the back of Reg's legs, lowering him gently to the floor before placing a palm between his shoulder blades pushing until he got the message and bent over the marble counter of the sink.

The coolness of it made Reg's breath catch before a moan slipped from his lips as Leo tugged down his waistband until it hooked under his ass. Leo groaned softly when his hard cock finally slipped from the tight confines of his jeans, slicking himself up slightly with spit, checking in with Reg quickly then pressing his tip against the still lube-slick ring of muscle.

''Dieu, how are you still so tight after taking Lo.''

'''S that a complaint I hear there, Knut?''

Leo huffed out a laugh that trailed into a moan when he bottomed out in him, his hips stilling as his eyes fluttered. The only thing stopping them from closing entirely was Reg's reflection in the mirror, his cheek pressed against the marble but tilted up to the mirror still as his brows pinched in the centre.

''I thought I specified that I was in the mood to be railed, non?'' Reg's voice sassed even as his grip was tight on the edge of the surface. Always one to give his boys whatever they asked him for, Leo took that idea and rolled with it. He pulled out and pushed back in once, making sure Reg's expression didn't waver with pain. It didn't.

His hand, that had moved back to rest between Reg's shoulder blades slid up to wrap over top of his shoulder, holding him there as he began pumping his hips furiously, biting his lip, well aware there was family right on the other side of the door. After pushing up to rest his elbows on the counter, Reg made eye contact with him in the mirror, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded as he already looked fucked out. He seemed to be struggling with this despite trying his hardest to keep his noises down. Moving quickly, Leo moved his hand again to wrap around and cover his mouth, surprised when Reg's eyes rolled back and he moaned loudly into his hand. Not being able to help being proud of himself, Leo went harder, hoping the sounds of their hips meeting weren't too loud but honestly not really overly caring when his boyfriend was moaning like that because of him.

When Leo's hips shifted as he shuffled his feet so he was more stable, he grinned and focused his thrusts more when Reg's hand shot out for something to grab but didn't find anything that wasn't flat surface; meaning his ended up with one hand gripping Leo's wrist tightly, the other pressed palm-flat against the mirror, his legs trembling. His moans were getting more and more discernible the more Leo's tip pounded against his prostate, making Leo lean down to mumble in his ear, his lips brushing the shell of it, his voice deep and hoarse while he made dead eye contact with him in mirrored surface.

''Gotta be quiet, remember? Can't have Cap knowing his baby brother's too needy for cock to wait a few hours.'' Leo broke off with a deep groan as Reg's walls tightened around him. ''Such a little slut, turning me on in the kitchen where everyone can see. Did you want me to just bend you over the counter right there? Hold my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet for me and fuck you in the corner of the room where anyone could walk in, hm? Voudrais-tu ça, mon coeur?'' Reg nodded as best he could, whimpering while a tear slowly slid down his cheek, Leo's thumb unconsciously swiping it away.

'''M gonna cum,'' Reg's muffled voice came from behind his hand.

''I know - I can feel you fucking milking me, sweetheart,'' Leo teased him, a cocky smirk on his face.

Reg resisted the urge to roll his eyes - this man and his fucking ego sometimes. Although, he supposed it was only annoying because he was right. Leo had a lot of skills but he had a few things he was an outright expert at (this being one of them) and Leo knew exactly what they were.

He could tell that Leo was getting close too, the hand that had been gripping the counter to keep himself steady moving to hold desperately onto Reg's hip.

''Shit, you take it so well. Take me just like that for me, darlin'. Cum for me, baby, c'mon,'' Leo encouraged when Reg mumbled senselessly, his eyes fighting not to roll back. With his grip on Leo's wrist tightening almost painfully, Reg came with a shudder and high-pitched whine, breathy moans slipping through Leo's fingers as he rode it out with Leo's still-moving hips. His walls flexing around him made Leo groan, deep and long in his ear. ''You're gonna make me cum. God, I love you,'' he mumbled, tucking his face into Reg's neck, hips stilling as he went completely silent.

They caught their breaths for a minute, Leo staying with his forehead in his neck, Reg leaning heavily on his elbows. ''You think people have noticed we disappeared yet?'' Reg spoke; his tone was joking and tired.

With an equally exhausted laugh, Leo propped his chin on his shoulder and smiled at him in the mirror. ''I really fucking hope not.'' He gently cleaned up the cum that had dripped down Reg's thighs and tugged his boxers and trousers back up his legs with a small pat to his hips before doing the same to himself. ''Bon?''

''Parfait,'' Reg smiled, turning to wrap his arms around Leo's neck, leaning his body weight against his chest. ''Kiss.''

Complying, Leo scattered soft kisses to his lips. ''D'accord, allez.'' Reg slipped out before him, the two desperately trying to look like they hadn't just fucked. Leo met Logan's eye where he was leant back against Finn's chest, the pair talking with Alex and Nat - Kasey was there too, just not talking, more than content in his quite tipsy state to just remained tucked under Alex's arm with Nat stroking mindless circles on his lower back. Logan's greeting smile quickly turned into a look of mock-betrayal as he nudged Finn and nodded over to them. ''I think we've been discovered,'' Reg whispered to him.

Leo's arms snaked around his waist, his nose brushing the hair that curled above Reg's ear. ''Feel like teasing them?''

''Always,'' he answered immediately. He let Leo turn him in his arms, smiling when he slid his hands down to grip handfuls of his ass and pull him into him. Capturing Reg's lips in a sensual kiss full of tongue, Leo flicked his eyes over Reg's shoulder and looked at Logan first, then at Finn. He closed his eyes and slipped a hand up the prominent line of Reg's spine to cup the back of his head, guiding him to tilt it to deepen the kiss.

''Nutty! My brother!'' Sirius' voice echoed, trying to sound mad but breaking out into laughs when everyone else did too at his bantering.

He pulled away, heading over to join their boyfriends.

''Remind me to use the upstairs bathroom,'' Alex faux-whispered to Nat, a teasing smile playing on his lips. Leo tried sputtering an excuse before he gave up, seeing even Reg look up at him with a grin that told him there was no chance they'd believe him.

In the end, Leo just shrugged. ''He's hot.'' The small group burst out laughing at the relatable statement before falling back to whatever they were talking about before.

#lumosinlove #o'knutzy #o'knutzy x reg #lumosinlove ocs #smut #finn ohara #leo knut #logan tremblay #regulus black #hints of o'darwin #pure self-indulgent smut

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starry-hughes · 8 months

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kasey has been moping and not her usual bubbly self and it’s making everyone sad

quinn didn’t know the whole situation and when he came he was so confused as to why kasey wasn’t like being her loud self and eventually matthew tells him everything and quinn feels so bad he definitely buys her like some starbucks and flowers the next day

“she good?” quinn mouthed to matthew after kasey disappeared upstairs. matthew waited until she was out of earshot. “mackie got sent down to the ahl and they got into a little fight but they are fine now, she just misses him.”

the next day, kasey walks into the rink, wanting to just get over with her job, film a couple of things and then go home and mope around more. as she finished up and then the canucks are coming in for morning skate and quinn just hands her a starbucks and some flowers and she’s like “quinny🥹”

“don’t miss mackie too, he’s good at hockey, he’ll be back soon.”

#kasey and mackie

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tea-moon-ster · 1 year

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We get to be worrywarts

Kasey only trusts Remus when it comes to injuries. Even if it’s the opponent’s injury and it’s two a.m.

CW: minor injury

All characters belong to @lumosinlove. Huge thank you to @fruitcoops for betaing this! read it on ao3 here.

Kasey and Alex were in the bedroom, getting ready for bed after a long, heated game. It was late, two in the morning, and they’d gotten home from the victory party at Dumo’s house about twenty minutes ago. It was Rangers versus Lions and, aside from the competition, it meant that both men had been looking forward to sleeping in the same bed again for weeks, even if it would only last a couple of days.

The Rangers had been fiery, but the Lions had the advantage of playing home. That, together with a hat trick from Sirius and another two points by Finn and Jackson, had determined the victory of the golden-red jerseys.

Nevertheless, Alex had enjoyed both the match and the party. It had been a good game, and they weren’t that deep into the season for it to be a grave loss. It was a pity that Natalie was out of town for a concert, but he’d enjoy the short break he had with Kasey as much as possible. It hadn’t been long since the long summer together at the O’Hara’s Hamptons house, but distance was distance. It felt good to be back in the same room, the domesticity of getting ready for bed together drawing involuntary smiles from both men.

A small hiss escaped Alex’s mouth as he moved his arm to get rid of the hoodie he’d been wearing.

His wrist had been hurting since the match, and he hadn’t given it much thought. But hours had passed, and every time he moved it, a small wave of pain traveled all the way to his elbow. He’d ignored the pointed stares from Kasey during the party -God knew Kasey could turn into a worrywart sometimes. Barely acknowledging his own pain but always noticing the smallest change in people close to him.

But the wrist pain, not strong enough to be unbearable and yet still annoying, was still there.

Kasey turned to look at him from the other side of the bed, where he’d been putting on his pajama pants. His brows immediately furrowed in open concern. “Is it still bothering you?”

Alex shrugged, not wanting to worry him. “Kinda, yeah. But it’s nothing, tomorrow it’ll be good as new.”

Kasey studied him one moment before nodding as he reached his phone on the nightstand. “Alright, I’m calling Loops.”

Alex’s eyes widened as he stood on the bed with his knees. “Kasey-what, Loops? Why? No, come on. What do you expect him to do?”

Kasey didn’t lose a beat. “He always knows what to do. He can help.”

“He’s not my PT- he’s not even yours, in fact.”

“Tomato, tomato, he still has a med degree.”

“Please, I went through worse, and you know it. Our job is to get slammed across the ice every day, in case you forgot-”

“My point exactly.” Kasey didn’t even look up from where he was scrolling down his contacts.

Alex groaned, “Kasey, don’t. There’s no need. It’s late, he’s probably sleeping, let the poor man rest-”

Kasey held up one finger as he placed his phone between his cheek and shoulder, call already sent. Alex threw him a pleading look, because there was absolutely no need to call his teammate, not even PT anymore, at an ungodly hour, for an annoying wrist. But Kasey stared back, an unimpressed gaze that left room for no argument. A few beats of silence passed, then Remus’ confused voice joined them.

“Er. Hello?”

“Loops” Kasey greeted, “Am I bothering you?”

“Uh…I don’t think so? I wasn’t sleeping?”

“Good. Alex’s wrist is hurting”, Kasey said matter-of-factly.

A few beats of silence passed. “Kasey, it’s two in the morning”, Remus said.

“Yep.”

“I’m not his PT- I’m not even yours.”

“He mentioned.”

Another few seconds of silence passed before a small sigh came from the other line. “Fine. Put me on speaker.” Kasey grinned and proceeded. “Hey, Alex.” Remus didn’t sound annoyed, just a bit exasperated.

“Hey, Loops. Sorry about him.”

“No biggie. So, what seems to be the problem?”

“Er, it’s not a big deal, really,” Alex said, but Kasey raised an eyebrow at him in a go on manner. “My wrist just hurts a bit when I move it.”

“Okay. Did you take a bad hit during the game?”

“Huh, guess so? Nothing memorable.”

“Is the wrist swollen or purple?”

Kasey sat in front of Alex with a small bounce and inspected said wrist close to the other one, taking both gently in his hands. “Hmm. Looks a bit swollen to me.”

“Okay. Alex, try to make a slow, full rotation in both ways and stop when it bothers you.”

Alex only completed half a turn before a small hiss escaped his mouth.

“Alright. Now back and forth.”

Alex could feel Kasey’s attentive gaze on him as he tried to move his wrist. He did his best not to let another sound out, but at the smallest movement his brows furrowed. And Kasey’s with his.

“It’s bothering him, Loops,” the goalie immediately said. Alex glared at him, mouthing Dude. But Kasey shrugged, a determined and not sorry at all expression on his face.

“Alright,” Remus said, “Doesn’t sound like anything serious, you probably placed it badly during a hit. No ice or meds necessary. Do you have bandages at home?”

Kasey snorted. “Do we.”

“Great. Grab those and some tape. We just need to stabilize the wrist, so it won’t move too much overnight.”

Kasey jumped off the bed and made a quick jog to the bathroom. An awkward silence fell. Alex cleared his throat.

“Er, Remus, sorry for the call. I know it’s nothing, but Kasey wouldn’t hear it.”

The small laugh made him feel better. “Hey, don’t mention it. I’m glad Bliz trusts me. And it happens more often than you think, with the whole team. So really, don’t worry.”

“Thanks.”

Kasey returned with bandages, tape and scissors a moment later. “Got everything”, he said, placing everything on the bed.

“Good. Now make a few turns of bandages around the wrist. It must be firm but not too tight. It won’t heal faster if you wrap it tighter.” Kasey gently took his hand between his and began circling the wrist with white bandages. He looked at Alex, and then at the phone, waiting for instructions or feedback. Remus must have deduced so, because he added “Alex, if the tips of your fingers feel cold, it’s too tight.”

“Yeah, kinda.”

Kasey nodded and undid the bandages, wrapping them again with careful eyes and delicate hands, patiently. By the concentration of his expression, he could have been a surgeon in front of an operation table. “Done.”

“Alex, feels alright?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Now secure it with some tape and keep it overnight. Tomorrow it should be better.” After a moment of hesitation, Remus added “But, Alex, if tomorrow the pain is still there, you call your PT.”

Kasey nodded. “Great. Thanks Loops. I owe you.”

They heard an amused huff. “Go to sleep, Romeo. Bye, Alex.”

“See you, Loops. Goodnight, and good game again.”

Remus smiled to himself as he placed the phone back on the nightstand. Even two years into his on-ice career, the team would always seek his help for small injuries on and off the ice. They trusted Layla and Lars, of course, but years of confidentiality and support couldn’t just vanish in the air like that. He’d shared tears and laughs with the team before he even put on a pair of skates again. So, from time to time, he got some calls that started with Loops, please help? Thomas with a cold, Chris for his daughter Aveline’s ouchie at the park, or the Cubs when Leo got a deep cut while cooking. And now Kasey. For how stoic he might appear, Remus knew he had a soft spot for his two.

A mass of blankets moved at his side, and a strong arm appeared to circle his waist. “Loup, c’est quoi?”, Sirius mumbled, crackling one eye open.

Remus smiled, passing his fingers through dark curls. “Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.”

On the other side of the city, Kasey turned the light off after two last kisses on Alex’s check and lips. They’d sent a goodnight text to Natalie, who had immediately replied with a LOADS of goodnight kisses for my boys xx and two hearts.

They shuffled under the blankets, Alex spooning Kasey because winners get to be the little spoon, O’Hara. But Alex didn’t mind it one bit. He brought his arm around Kasey’s waist, and the blonde’s hand found his half-banded one, intertwining their fingers gently and letting a content sigh out.

A few moments of silence passed before Alex snuggled closer. “You worry too much”, he murmured softly.

Kasey lifted a shoulder, not particularly concerned with the accusation. “Well. I get to worry about you. I’m your boyfriend.”

In its simplicity, the words made Alex’s heart swell up. He thought back at how many times had they had to suppress the worry because it would have looked suspicious. Before as teammates, then on different teams. And even now, they rarely got to be there for each other after a game, to massage sore muscles and kiss aching spots better. But that night, in their bed, it was just them. No teams, no game. Two boys in love who got to be close and worry about each other.

Alex grinned against Kasey’s shoulder, hugging him tighter. “Yeah, you are. Love you.”

In the darkness of the bedroom, he could feel Kasey’s smile. The goalie brought Alex’s hand up for a quick kiss, before placing it on his abdomen again.

They could worry, and they could heal. Together.

#lumosinlove #sweather weather #vaincre #sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #kasey winter #alex o'hara #kasey winter/alex o'hara #o'darwin #fluff #lou's writing

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psychopasss4 · 7 months

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Dir. Shiotani PPP interview

Q&A with the Director Shiotani on 6/15/2023.

For reference, I know y'all had read this couple of times as it has been distributed and discussed online 😁🤭

[Eng.Trans.]

1. What are your hobbies for the weapons that appear?→Is Assault Dominator a hobby of the director? There were three variations of the assault type before the final design. I'm looking forward to the completion of (Kaiser's Dominator).

2. Is there a window in the criminal division room?→It was originally there. It was hidden by holo wallpaper, but Akane cut it out to create a healthy and refreshing space.

3. Was General always in the north?→ Jack Daw and Vixon only appear in the second half. That's it.

4. What was the reaction of the first staff member to Dango Chika?→I thought about putting it in a movie, but decided against it. I like this hairstyle because it looks the cleanest.

5. The story of the three archangels (Michael, Raphael, Gabriel)→ Raphael is the high-altitude communication equipment, Michael is the mobile weapon, and Gabriel is the land weapon that was also in Aso, and it also appeared in SS3.

6. Doesn't the person who was shot feel pain?→It hurts. Kogami also hurts. But I'm used to it. It's not that it doesn't hurt.

7. Is the room before going to the holo room similar to the one in John Wick?→The place where Kai and Kogami fought is inside an attraction similar to the Great Kumamoto Exhibition.

8. Who are the Japanese other than Tonami from Peace Breaker?→It disappeared.

9. General's startup sound is good.→ Mr. Koyama did a really great job in the effects department.

10. What about the whiskey on the desk in Kogami's room?→ Offering a glass to Saiga.

11. The meaning of the broken mirror.→Search for "Russia" and "hand mirror".

12. The room in the last scene?→This is Vermilion's room. Let's all look at Akane crying (I vaguely remember).

13. About Bokamoso→ There was a clear intention in making his Bokamoso look like that (skin color, etc.). thus! I asked for that visual. Maybe you'll hate me? Same as Kai.

14. Why was the anechoic chamber room number 4?→ That's what it means.

15. Why did the doctor use Saiga as a bait?→PROVIDENCE series of unfortunate accidents. He thought he was safe because Saiga was in an isolation facility and couldn't go outside.

16. Did AI try to obtain a body before or after Sibyl?→The timing is about the same. I made it with great irony. Sarcasm towards humans.

17. Why does Kasei stare at Yabuki in the scene regarding the right to investigate the Grozlang?→Good, let's chew the dried squid (nuance).

18. It was evening when Akane entered Saiga's room, but the clock in the room said 23:41?→Confirm.

19. What is the sunflower pattern on the carpet in Saiga's room?→It has meaning. Please chew on the flower language of sunflowers.

20. Is it intentional that the setting sun shines through the hole in the cross in the Yabuki Room?→ That's right.

21. Why does Frederica admire Yabuki?→Yabuki was the one who picked up her and elevated her to that position. The person Frederica is talking to at the end of SS3 is Yabuki.

22. Doesn't Yabuki look like Superintendent Wong from Infernal Affairs?→It's similar. Because that's where I modeled it.

23. Whose crime coefficient ↑ 300 belongs to when Vermilion points Dominator at you on the rooftop?→Things of light.

24. What is the meaning of the expression that Takumi gives Atsushi?→ ``That was a tough mission,'' he said. Let's think.

25. Is there any meaning in Kai putting down his rifle or throwing his pistol?→It means that you are aware of it. It's a code that says they don't have the will to fight that hard.

26. (About the tumbler with vermilion illustrations)→I'm still drinking sweet tea. Please let Shu's head cool down. To the fullest. Kogami in the back? That's two sides of the same coin.I want a tumbler that changes Ginoza's hairstyle depending on the temperature.

27. I like the way Frederica's hair swings.→It's about the assault type. I am particular about it.

🥰👏🏻

#pp official #director #Interview #psycho pass spoilers #psycho pass providence

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cumsuga · 1 year

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Wasted Times Pt 2

yoongi x fem!reader jungkook x fem!reader

genre. SMUT, fluff, angst, Romance, established relationship!AU 18+ (Minors DNI)

Who knew trying to stay sober would be so hard? Having a stressful job drove you to some questionable coping mechanisms. Can you maintain your sobriety, or will you fall into a different addiction? You want to be a good person, but it's hard when temptation is everywhere.

warnings: breeding kink, dumbification, alcoholism, degradation, talks of sobriety, thoughts of infidelity, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD USE PROTECTION AND BE SAFE), mentions of no-contact parental relationships, softdom!Jungkook

word count: 7.2k

When you wake up in the morning, Jungkook is already in the bathroom getting ready for work, brushing his teeth. You get out of bed and walk into the bathroom, stretching before coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around him. “Why didn't you wake me up?” you question, nuzzling your face into the dip of his spine and inhaling his scent. Jungkook smelled like dark musky vanilla with a hint of cherries, your favorite smell. You never question why he would always buy the same cologne, but the one time he did change it up, you hated it, telling him he smelled like musty armpits. He would never admit it, but he was wholly offended and never wore the cologne again– a gift from his mother.

He reaches behind him to touch you, “Because you looked like a little angel, I couldn’t disturb my angel baby.” He leans over to spit into the sink, and you let go after catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You stare in horror; hickies. He gave you hickies all over your neck. He knew you didn’t like them because of the time and effort it took to cover them up. Not to mention they look ridiculous at your grown age of 25.

He looks up and giggles, “My cute little polka-dotted angel.” he smacks your ass when he walks past you, and you yelp.

“Why would you do that, Jungkook? You know I don't like it when you mark me up. I don’t even have concealer. I ran out. Now I have to wear a turtleneck. It's the middle of summer; everyone will know.” pouting at yourself in the mirror. You'll get so many stares today, and the thought of all those judgemental eyes on you is more than mortifying. But at the same time, who are they to judge you, because apparently Kasey from accounting let some of the guys in her department piss on her during a very wild and very talked-about Christmas party a couple of years ago.

“What?” you hear him yell from the closet before he walks out with his tight slacks and a black undershirt on, button-up in his hand. “You look pretty, darling. You always look so goddamn pretty. Especially like this.” He says, snaking his arm around you, bringing his head low enough to rasp in your ear. He knows what to do, what to say, and how to say it– it's annoying, but your dumbass falls for it every time.

He squeezes you to his chest. “Baby, you have to go to work. You’re going to make a mess.” You try to squirm from his embrace, but you’re trapped

“I'll clean up my mess, princess. Don't worry.” Before you know it, you’re getting bent over, hair wrapped in his hand as he fucks you into the counter. He cleans up his mess, as he says before kissing you goodbye sweetly. You watch him as he walks to the car waving bye to him, feeling so domestic, almost like you have just started dating and spending the night at each other's houses again.

You missed this feeling between you two. It was so foreign, having grown resentful of each other over the years. Him resenting you for being so fucking selfish, and you resenting him for being so demanding. You don’t know why you hated him for wanting you to be a good woman to him. He deserved it; he dotes on you. Making sure you have the nicest shoes, clothes, and jewelry. Even insisting on you never having to lift a finger to clean, having hired a maid when you two moved in together. He gave you his world, and you ruined it. So he had every reason to be resentful of you. But you? You had no reason to act the way you had with him, calling him out of his name, throwing things, shouting. You acted like a petulant child, and now it's time to grow up, apologize for your actions, and pray to the universe that he indeed forgives you. You want to talk with him when you get home tonight, a serious talk.

At 7 am, you head to the office a little late, having spent most of the morning admiring all the love marks and bruises from the night before in the shower. Unfortunately, you have flashbacks while you’re walking onto the elevator, causing you to bump into someone and them to drop their phone. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” You scramble to pick up the phone, but you both bump heads on the way down, and he hisses.

“ Damn, lady, you got a hard head.” He chuckles, bringing his hand up to the bump for comfort. “Holy shit. You okay?” he tries to meet your eyes but then realizes your nose is bleeding.

Your ears perk up hearing him say lady, but you ignore it because blood is gushing from your nose. “Yeah, I’m fine. Would you happen to have a napkin or something?” hand covering your nose to stop the blood from getting everywhere. You could cry as you see blood on your off-white Celine turtleneck. Jungkook got it for you for Christmas last year; this was the first time you wore it since he bought it. “Shit, my sweater..”

He searches his bag for something, and all he finds is a blue beanie. “Uh, just use this. I’ll buy a new one. I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning of your sweater too..” You look at him, slightly bewildered. Why is he apologizing? You bumped into him. Then it hits you. He’s the asshole from yesterday in the studio. Why is he being so nice? Oh my god… HE DOESN’T EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU!!!

“Uh oh uh thanks, that's so kind of you?” questioning yourself. Did he really not recognize you? “Do you remember me? We-”

He gives you a look like YOU’RE the weirdo. “Uh, no? Should I remember you?” And at this point, you begin to understand why you never see him with people. He’s genuinely an asshole. Like he doesn't even have to pretend to be one.

“Uh, we met yesterday in the studio? You told me you’d tell Namjoon about me. You never got my name, though. Y/N.” You extend a non-bloody hand to him, and he looks at it, then at you, then at it again before shaking it gently like your hand is disgusting.

He pulls his hand away, reaching into his bag for something. And it's hand sanitizer, “Ooooh yeah, the liar. Pretty name for a liar.” he squirts some onto his hands and rubs it in. “Well, Liar, I’m sorry for making your nose bleed. But, as I said, I’ll pay for your dry cleaning—the name’s Yoongi. Everyone calls me Suga or Agust.” But, like always, your mouth writes a check your ass can’t cash.

“You're a real pretentious asshole, ya know? Here, take your stupid beanie. I don’t need it.” You hiss, shoving the bloodied hat into his chest and shoulder checking him on the way out of the elevator.

The CEO calls you into his office when you get to your desk. You walk in, and that smug bastard is standing there with the biggest smirk on his face. You glare at him, giving him the attention that he obviously is seeking. “Ms. Y/N. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you here. It’s come to my attention that you’ve used some choice words with Mr.Min and also broke his phone. You know we have a zero-tolerance policy for abusive language and behavior.” You go stark white, heart beating out of your chest. You’ve literally come to work absolutely plastered, and no one batted an eye, but you call someone an asshole for being an asshole, and you're going to lose your job over it. So this is how it ends, years of hard work because of some pretentious, cat-eyed douche.

You open your mouth to rebuttal, but you get cut off by douche McGee. “Now, PD, I don’t think it’s worth her losing her job. I do, however, want an apology. I think I’m willing to let it go if I get an apology.” he’s passive-aggressive, but your boss doesn't catch it. Ignorance is bliss, you suppose.

Your boss looks astonished, almost like he was excited to fire you. “Are you sure, Yoongi? I think some type of disciplinary action needs to happen.” Yoongi chuckles like he’s cooking up some absolutely devious plan.

He subtly looks you up and down, but it is enough for you to notice. “I think I have the perfect disciplinary action. Seeing as I just rejoined HYBE, I need an assistant. I’m sure Y/N is willing to take a slight pay cut to keep her job. Am I correct in that assumption, Y/N?” You’re absolutely mind-blown; this dickhead is blackmailing you into becoming his assistant. You’re already miserable enough. Now he's going to make it worse just because you called him a name? What a fucking asshole, seriously.

You glare at him with a playful grin. If he thinks you’re just going to take this lying down, he’s sorely mistaken. ‘Two can play that game, you catty bitch’, you think to yourself. “Absolutely, I would be willing to do so, Mr. Min, and I sincerely apologize for my actions. However, will you still be paying for my dry cleaning seeing as you blooded my nose and it got on my 2.9 milllion won sweater? My fiance gave it to me for our anniversary.” you cock your head and emphasize the fiance because you want him to know you’re 10000000% unavailable. And he just smiles at you, the most disgustingly sweet smile you've seen.

“Absolutely, Ms. Y/N. That was an accident I truly regret, but please bring me the bill tomorrow morning.” it comes off so stale, and you know you’ve won whatever pissing match you two had. Checkmate bitch.

“May I be dismissed, PD?” You look back over to your boss and smile.

“Uh, yes, thank you for your time.” you shoot Yoongi a fake smile, then turn on your heel and leave feeling bubbly because you bested him at a game he thought was his own. Little does he know he just set himself up for failure because, at this point, for your job, you want to make his life hard for inconveniencing you by making you do a job you already hate for less money than you already made, which by the way, wasn't much. It’s sabotaging time.

When you return to your desk, Jennie sits there with Starbucks. Just what you needed after the night you had.

“Why, hello there, Mrs. Jeon. I have a delivery. One sweet cream Cold Brew with extra sweet cream, caramel drizzle, and sweet cream cold foam on top. More dessert than coffee but potato tomato, I guess.” She hands it to you and looks you over, squinting in suspicion. “Why’re you wearing a turtleneck? It’s literally mid-July… and why are you glowing? Oh my god, you had sex, didn’t you!” She damn near screams, and your hands fly to her mouth.

“Shhhhhhh! Shut up. I don’t need this office knowing my damn business, but yes, I did. And don't call me Mrs. Jeon. We aren't even engaged yet, but it was terrific. Best sex we’ve had in months. I didn’t think I was into being dumbified, but I was really hot. He’s hot, damn it.” Jennie had never met Jungkook in person, your personal schedules never matched up to meet outside of work, but you would show her pictures. Now she says Jungkook isn't her type, but you know damn well he’s everyone's type. Speaking from having to beat up a couple of girls in college for overstepping on your territory.

“My baby is so handsome.” cooing at the picture of him on your screensaver. Again Jennie feigns disgust.

“Speaking of handsome, look at this hottie I matched with on tinder. His name is Taehyung, he’s in beauty school, and honestly, he’s so my type. Such a flower boy. I like them soft and sweet.” She hands her phone over, and you hum in agreement.

“Not my type, but he’s cute. I like them a bit more rugged. Koo is perfect for me. He pretends to be a hardass, but he’s soft and squishy for me.” You swoon over him until someone interrupts your daydream.

“I’m so happy to see you are putting company time to good use, Y/N,” Yoongi says sarcastically, and you just look at him, annoyed that he’s bothering you again. “Anyways, I’m sure Ms. Kim has more pressing issues to deal with, and I need you to run an errand for me.”

Jennie is sitting there, jaw on the floor, and some time goes by awkwardly before she speaks. “OMG! You’re AgustD. Thee AgustD. I’ve been a fan since before you signed to a label. Back when you went by Gloss. It’s so cool to meet you! And you know my name! Ahhhh!” She's fangirling, and you feel so betrayed. How could she be fraternizing with the enemy she doesn't know is the enemy yet? How dare she.

Yoongi flinches hearing the name gloss, but like the professional he is, he thanks her for being a fan before asking her politely to do her job. You watch her leave before looking back to Yoongi, “What errand do you need, sir?” the annoyance in your voice couldn’t be any more evident.

“I need you to run to the tailor and pick up my suit for the Valentino show next week, and then I need you to run to Valentino to pick up some pieces they have on hold for me. The only one willing to lend out pieces was the one in Daegu. Let me get your number so I can quickly text you all the locations.” You give it to him regretfully because you know you’re about to be bested back. Nonetheless, he texts you the places you need to be, and you look up at him, angry as hell.

“Yoongi, this place in Daegu is almost three hours away. My boyfriend will be waiting for me to get home.” you’re dumbfounded. He checkmated you in the best way he could, keeping you away from your person. You’re seething.

“Boyfriend, huh?” he mutters to himself, “Well, you should probably get a move on it if you wanna be back in time to have dinner with your fiance?” he shrugs and begins to walk away. If looks could kill, he’d be a pile of bones.

“Hey, wait, I don't have a car. How am I supposed to get there?” He pats his pockets looking for his keys, before pulling them out and tossing them to you. “Don’t forget to fill her up. Have fun. Oh, also, that car is worth 250 million won. Don't crash it.” With that, he turns and walks away.

“Asshole.” You mumble to yourself.

When you find the car in the parking garage, it's noon, and it's a fucking G-wagon. Like, of course, this douche would drive the douchiest of SUVs. And now it's noon, and you spend 3 hours trying to find this stupid fucking car because Yoongi refused to pick up the phone, and the tailor is an hour from here, and Daegu is 3 hours. Today's going to suck.

By the time you have a chance to call Jungkook, it’s almost 9 pm. You’re pissed off and trying so hard not to take it out on him. “Hi, princess,” he says so sweetly; it relaxes you.

“Hi, bunny. I have some bad news. I won't be home in time for dinner. I got placed with someone new at the office, and he made me drive to some tailor on the city's outskirts. The tailor was nice, but he took forever to find this suit my boss needed and then to Daegu to pick up some stuff from Valentino for a fucking fashion show. And I’m just now getting on the highway home. I’m sorry, bunny.” You're pouting and on the verge of tears. You just want to be wrapped in the comfort that is Jungkook. But no, Yoongi just had to call a store 3 hrs away to get some stupid clothes.

“Princess, it’s okay. I’m not upset. I’m happy you called to let me know. I was going to text and ask if you wanted me to cook or if you wanted to order takeout.” He is so gentle and sweet. Jesus, maybe you are a shitty girlfriend…

“Take out, but you don't have to stay up and wait for me. I’m not going to get home until at least midnight because I still have to drop this shit off to him.” Again pouting, but it’s valid. This was ridiculous. It's 9 pm, and you're still 3 hrs away from Yoongi’s house.

He chuckles softly, “You think I’m going to sleep? I’ll wait for you to get home, babe, and I’ll order something we can reheat for when you get home. Tomorrow is your day off, so I’ll take you to get your nails done since you had such a bad day today. Sound good, my love?”

You swoon. He’s just making you fall in love with him all over again. “That sounds amazing. You also need a manicure, so it's a date, bunny. I’ll call you when I’m on my way home. I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” he says I love you back before hanging up the phone.

It's 12:47 am when you pull up to Yoongi’s. You're so tired you can’t even be mad anymore. You walk to the front door and ring the doorbell repeatedly. Ten minutes pass before he answers, half-naked and looking sleepily. “What? It's 1 am.”

You scoff, “I got all your shit. Do you want it or not? I’d really like to go home and be with my boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah, come in. I need to pay you. You can put the clothes in the closet by the door.” he yawns while turning away, and you follow in behind him. His place was nice, very minimalist. It fit him, you thought, dull, just like him.

“Is 2 million won good? I don’t really know how assistants get paid.” he looks for his checkbook.

“That's a flat rate, I work hourly, and I used to make 550k won an hr when I was a professional assistant in college. So since I’m taking a pay cut, I’ll take 500k won an hour, and I worked 17 hrs today, so that would put me at roughly 9 million won.” You say, annoyed.

“Hmm, seems fair.” he nods, writing the check. “You know I don’t say this often, but you're feisty. I like it. Smart and pretty too.”

You look at him weirdly, “If this was your attempt of hitting on me, you failed. I dislike you even more, actually. Plus, I’m engaged and faithful to him, and you're my boss. So don't be a weirdo.” you take the chance to check him out while he has his head down.

“I don’t see a ring, and I wasn't hitting on you, idiot. I was complimenting you. It's rare that someone ever plays my chess game with me. Obviously, your fiance or boyfriend or whatever doesn't do that often enough for you to know what it is.” he rips the check out and hands it to you. “Next time, don't be so obvious when you’re checking someone out, creep. You can go now.”

You feel yourself get a little wet when he calls you an idiot. You groan internally because absolutely not. This loser on his high horse isn’t going to get you all riled up. So you snatch the check out of his hand, cheeks, and ears bright red, but he stops you before you can get the chance to run for it, “Oh, by the way, you can keep the car until you get your own. Think of it as a company car. Goodnight, Y/N” He smiles and waves goodbye. You leave his house and text Jungkook that you’re on the way home.

When you finally get home, it's 1:30, and you find Jungkook passed out on the couch. You sigh and crouch next to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "I'm so sorry, baby. For everything, for being a shitty girlfriend. For being an alcoholic, for hurting you. For everything. I hope you can forgive me, bunny…." you get up and turn to grab a blanket for him, but he's grabbing you by your hand.

"I forgive you, Y/N. For all of it, I want to move forward… I want to marry you, eventually. I started looking into rehabilitation facilities. They do in-home therapy for you and me and have sponsors that will pick you up and take you to your meeting. I think we should look into it.” He smiles at you, but you don't feel the same happiness he wants to share with you. You feel like your heart has been ripped out of your chest. You know you brought up the AA shit, but rehab? You weren’t rehab bad; no fucking way you were. You weren't…

“Jungkook… I… I’ll do it. I wanna save us, I really do.” You squeeze his hand tight, and he kisses yours.

“I ordered tteokbokki and kimchi stew. You need something warm and comforting after the day you had. It should be here soon. I found a place that's opened late.” He kisses your forehead and lets you go. “Go shower, babe, and get comfy.

After you shower, you get dressed, walk back to the living room, and see Jungkook has laid out the food, stomach growling at the sight. You two sit and eat together and talk all night before passing out at 4 am.

A couple of days pass before you hear from Yoongi again. This time he's telling you that you must go to Paris with him for the Valentino show. You’re pissed. Why would he just now spring that on you? He asks you to lunch to discuss the details and what he needs from you.

“Okay, listen, I get I need to go with you, but 1. I don't have anything to wear, and I need to check with my fiance before spending a ridiculous amount of money on a dress 2. Who is paying for my travel fees because surely it wouldn't be me.” you're fiddling with the food on your plate. You never noticed it until now, but Yoongi is quite attractive. His mature features and how he carries himself are a turn-on for you, so you avoid eye contact repeating Jungkooks name in your head repeatedly.

He smiles and chuckles, “Your dress and plane ticket have been purchased. You worry too much. Unfortunately, we will be there for a week, so I think you should spend as much time with your significant other before we leave. Which is in 6 days.”

You look confused, “How did you know what size dress I wear?” He smirks at you, and you're at a loss for words. Seriously how did he know?

“I didn't. I bought all the sizes they had.” he smiles at you, "and don't worry about the cost. I'll return the ones that don't fit, and the one that does will be a gift for your troubles. I'm sorry for springing this on you last minute, but I really need you there. I'll lose my mind if I don't have someone I can talk to there."

Why is he being so nice all of a sudden? You question yourself. He has to have some sort of ulterior motive. "I don't believe you. What's the catch?" You finally meet his eyes, and something in you tingles.

"No catch, it's all expenses paid. I just need you there. Let me know if you don't want to go so I can make other arrangements." He's being too nice. It's not like his usual bullshit. You're suspicious of him.

"I have to ask Jungkook. We're going through some personal stuff, so…" You look away again, cheeks heating up.

So they're having relationship issues, he thinks. The perfect time to pounce. She's pretty and so clever. She matches me, and it's hot.

"Of course, just let me know by tonight. Like I said, short notice, so I'll understand if you can't." He reaches for his wallet smiling softly. He's banking that your fiance or whatever says yes. He wants you all to himself. And one way or another. It's going to happen.

After lunch, you go home to Jungkook, and he's waiting for you like a loyal puppy. You love him so dearly that it's beginning to dawn on you that you genuinely regret all your actions. "Hi, papa. Are you ready to go?" You kiss his cheek and go to change into something comfier.

"Yeah, babe, but I have a question. Do you know why 15 million won was wired to our account?" He looks up at you, worried.

You're just as confused as him, "what does it say on the transaction, bunny?" You walk into the kitchen, looking for a water bottle. "Also, I have to talk to you about something."

"It's a said Genius Labs Ent; what's that? And what's up, my love?" He joins you in the kitchen.

"So my new boss, the one I was telling you about last night? He needs me to fly with him to Paris in 6 days, and I know you like to be in the loop for business trips and stuff, so I wanted to ask if I could go. It's all expenses paid, and he bought my dress for the event. The thing is, it's for a week. He needs an answer by tonight, and I think that's my first paycheck from Yoongi. That’s what his studio is called, if I’m not mistaken." You turn to face him, and he looks equally as confused as you did when Yoongi first brought it up. You know Jungkook, he's too nice and always gives you the freedom to do what you want. Usually, you're okay with him letting you be you, but this time you're hoping he says no.

"Why is he buying you things? Isn't that a little bit unprofessional? Didn’t you say he was rude to you just a couple of days ago? And why did he pay you so much? I thought you said you invoiced him for 9 million?" He completely disregards everything else you said. He's mad. You know he is because his jaw is clenching. “Didn’t he just give you a car? I don’t think it’s okay for him to be gifting you things like that. It rubs me the wrong way, honestly..” he sighs, “Let me think about it, okay? I’ll give you an answer by the end of the night.”

“Of course, bunny and he didn't give me the car. It's just until I can get my own. And he was rude, but I put him in his place. You know me. Your little firecracker!” you playfully punch his stomach, but it doesn't elicit the reaction you were hoping for. His demeanor said more than his words could. “Buuunny, don’t be mad, please. I’ll give the car back and tell him he overpaid me. Please don’t be upset. I only have eyes for you. My handsome hunk of a man! ” you pout before wrapping your arms around him and getting on tippytoe to kiss him.

He’s pissed, and rightfully so. Why is another man buying expensive clothes, gifting you cars, and overpaying you? That’s his job, and it pissed him off even more because he was talking about buying you the same Mercedes he has. It was going to be your anniversary gift, along with another proposal. And now it's all ruined because of your weirdo boss. He doesn’t like Yoongi already, and boy, oh boy, is he going to make that abundantly clear.

Jungkook spent all day getting you pampered, one of the things he enjoyed most. He loved the life that he created for you. Owning his own company just to ensure his princess got everything she wanted. He loved showering you with gifts. You deserved it in his eyes. You were the most faithful woman he’s ever been with, and he wanted you to know he sees you for what you're worth, and to him, that meant the world. That night he tells you he’s okay with you going, but he wants to meet Yoongi first and lay down some ground rules. The very first being that you’re his employee, and while you're appreciative of the gifts, it ends after the dress. Because while Jungkook is sure that Yoongi is a good man, they might get the wrong impression of him if he were to hire someone else with a significant other. You agree with Jungkooks request because you want to be a better woman to him, and you want him to know you’re genuinely trying to change and eventually settle down. You two also discuss the AA meetings you will attend when you return home. You really think things will be looking up with him, and you’re happy.

It's a Tuesday night when you, Jungkook, and Yoongi meet. Jungkook is oozing dominance from every pore. He’s going to put Yoongi in his place. If you're being honest, you’re anxious about the evening because Jungkook is sometimes bullheaded and doesn't like it when he doesn't get his way.

Yoongi arrives on time, and you greet him warmly while Jungkook gives a bland hello, “So you’re Y/N’s fiance that I’ve been hearing about. Good things, of course. She really cares about you, man. It’s great to meet you.” Yoongi extends a hand to Jungkook, and Jungkook bitterly takes it, squeezing too hard. You could never tell Jungkook, but seeing him all jealous of you is really hot, and if you’re being honest, it's making you extremely wet to see these two having a mental war over you.

“I’m going to be blunt with you; I can’t say the same. Y/N has told me that you were extremely rude to her upon first meeting her, and then you're gifting her cars and buying her clothes, overpaying her. I don’t wanna assume you are a bad guy, but you have to understand my position. It’s inappropriate for you to do such things to your employee.” he’s ice cold in his delivery, not caring about being disrespectful because, in Jungkook’s eyes, Yoongi has crossed a line in his professional relationship with you.

“I completely understand where you’re coming from. However, the car isn't hers to keep, and the dress is a gift from a designer to her for helping out during the shows we will be attending over the next week. She’s more than welcome to return the car, decline the dress, and send back the overpayment. It was never my intention to overstep. I sincerely apologize.” Yoongi is cool, calm, and collected. He’s not going to show an ounce of weakness to this kid. He has you right where he wants you; he’s not willing to risk it.

Jungkook nods but is still unsure of Yoongi, “So what is the plan for the week, if you don’t mind me asking. As I’m sure you’re aware, Y/N is a recovering alcoholic, so I would be happy if you could keep her away from parties or anything like that.” Your head snaps to Jungkook. How could he just out you like that? Your recovery was no one's business but yours, and it was your decision if you wanted your boss to know. Yoongi looks shocked and uncomfortable and the revelation.

“I’m not a big partier, so I can guarantee she won’t be attending anything like that…” he shifts in his seat, noticing you on the verge of tears.

“Great, then we should get along great. I will put everything else aside if you have Y/N’s best interest in mind.” Jungkook smiles, and Yoongi glances at you.

Jungkook is oblivious to your discomfort, so Yoongi changes the subject. “So Y/N tells me you own your own company. What kind of company is it? I’ve been looking for other businesses to invest in.”

You mouth a thank you to him before excusing yourself to the bathroom. You sit there for a couple minutes crying from embarrassment, eventually collecting yourself and returning to the table. The night goes well Yoongi and Jungkook discuss Jungkook’s boxing gym and the coffee shop he opened. They also discussed Yoongi’s music and his dog named holly. You mentioned that you and Jungkook used to have a cat named Kiki and that the coffee shop is actually named after her. After dinner, the drive home is quiet, so Jungkook brakes the silence.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He questions while resting a hand on your thigh gently. You’re honestly so hurt by him, so instead of saying something you don’t mean, you choose to stay quiet. Growth, remember? “Y/N, hey, what's wrong? You’ve barely spoken all night.”

“You’re not being serious, right? Like you seriously don’t know what you did?” you look at him, fire burning behind your eyes. You wanna be the bad person you know you are so bad, but you don't give in.

He’s pulling into the driveway at this point. You’re so pissed you’re starting to shake, and still, he doesn’t know what the issue is. “No, baby, can you tell me so I can fix it?”

“Jungkook, why the fuck would you tell my boss that I’m in recovery. That’s MY personal business, and it was MY decision if I wanted him to know. You embarrassed me and made me feel like all I am is an alcoholic like I haven't been holding myself accountable for 2 weeks now. I’m fucking trying, and you made me feel like all my progress is for nothing.” Your voice is cracking, and tears are rolling down your cheeks. You would never put your hands on Jungkook, but god, did you want to punch him for making you feel so small. He’s belittling you just like your mother used to. You went no-contact with her almost 6 years ago, and he gave you the strength to do so, so how could he act just like her.

“Shit, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry. Genuinely, I didn't know he didn't know, baby.” He embraces you, trying to console you. He feels you shaking, “Baby, please forgive me. I know I fucked up bad, but please understand I didn't know. I assumed you would have told him, seeing as he's a celebrity surrounded by your triggers. I know you are serious about your recovery, and I never meant to make you feel like your progress isn't enough. It is. You’re enough, baby. I’m so sorry.”

He lets you go to look at him, and you’re pouting now. You wanna be mad at him, you want to, but when he looks like this— like he has stars in his eyes, it is hard to be angry. “I forgive you, dummy head. I don't want anyone else to know. Especially not Jimin. He already hates me for stealing his best friend.” you swat him playfully.

He gasps dramatically, “Jimin does not hate you. How dare you lie about him like that?”

You cock your eyebrow and fold your arms across your chest, “That little witch bitch put a hex on me. My hair was falling out for months. I had to go see a damn shaman.” Jungkook purses his lips because he knows you're right. “Anyways, we gotta have so much sex in the next 5 days. Sooo wanna have car sex?”

Jungkook smirks at you, “What a naughty girl, right here where all the neighbors could see?” he plays with the hem of your dress. You nod, cheeks beginning to burn up. “As much as I would love to fuck you in this car, I don't wanna give Ms. Seong a heart attack, so let's move the party inside.”

You guys head inside, and as soon as you cross the threshold into the house, Jungkook lifts you up and presses you against the wall roughly, mouth finding yours. “What am I to do with you? Wanting to get fucked in the back seat of my car like a dumb slut, how disgusting.”

You smile a sinister smile as he kisses his way to the curve of your neck. “I’m so fucking disgusting, only for you, bunny.” You pull his hair to make him look at you, causing him to hiss and clench his jaw.

He brings a hand up to your throat, applying a little pressure, “You know better than to call me bunny right now. You’re not my princess. Only she can call me that. So what do you call me, slut?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You tap his wrist twice for him to let go, “Put me down and go sit on the couch. I want to suck your dick.”

He looks at you funny, “So cute that you think you’re in control. I’ll sit, but you're gonna do as I tell you. You got it?” You nod, and he puts you down before walking away. You stand there for a bit, trying to collect your thoughts.

You join him in the living room, standing between his spread legs. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

He stares at you for a while, features softening, returning to soft boy Koo, “Baby… You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” Your cheeks heat up again, and he reaches out to touch your barely clothed thigh making your skin tingle. “Take everything off, slowly. I wanna savor the sight of you.”

You start at your skirt, inching it off as slowly as possible, and then move to your crop turtle neck, pulling it up so that your tits bounce; he palms himself at the sight. You then try to take your tights off, but he stops you before you can. “Keep those on. I’ve always wanted to fuck you in them. I think it's so hot when your thighs bulge out of the holes in them.”

Your eyes flick up to his, so turned on by what he just said. You love it when he worships your thighs. “Rip them. Rip them and the panties too. Fuck sucking your dick. I want you in me. You’re so fucking hot when you talk to me like that, baby.” You straddle him, shoving your tits in his face. His reaction time is delayed because all the blood is flowing straight to his dick, but soon his mouth finds your nipple, licking and sucking at the pebble.

Next thing you know, you’re getting flipped onto your back and hearing the sound of fabric ripping. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, baby. I know you hate when I rip your panties, but I want to taste you tonight.” He’s kissing your tummy before finding his way between your thighs. Finally, he looks at you, kissing the soft inners of your thighs.

“You’re so pretty, baby. So wet, too.” He licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, causing a soft moan to leave you. Then, he begins tongue fucking you, licking into your entrance. The sound is so vulgar it makes you wetter. Before you know it, he's pressing two fingers to your entrance.

“Can you take two?” he's circling his fingers around your entrance, waiting for a response. Instead, you just nod, causing him to slap your pussy carelessly. “Words. You have a mouth, so use them.”

The hit makes you whimper, gushing at the tingling pain. “Yes! Yes, I can take it! Please just stop teasing me.” Upon hearing your confirmation, he shoves his fingers into you, curling them as he fucks them into you.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He’s still having a mental pissing match with Yoongi at this point. You know he is because he never asks you questions like that. Jealousy usually doesn't suit Jungkook, but today, it’s looking perfect on him.

“Yours Jungkook, it's all fucking yours.” you mewl, bringing a free hand to your clit as you feel your orgasm coming fast. “I need you inside… Please, bunny.”

He smiles up at you, “You wanna cum first, don't you? I can feel you clenching like crazy?” he halts his movement choosing to beckon his fingers into the soft spongy flesh of your g-spot. You’re a moaning mess, the stimulation causing the coil in your tummy to snap. You see white and black spots, dizzy from the orgasm that sent you to a different universe. Jungkook cleans you up with his tongue before giving you a little time to return to earth.

“Did I ever tell you how fucking good you taste?” You look over at him, and he has his dick in his hand, the tip leaking pre-cum. He’s using it as lube to stroke himself.

“Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?” You question back, and he just smirks before moving to be in between your legs. Then he does the hottest thing he’s done in a while. He spits on your pussy, using the tip of his dick to spread it around. Your head lulling back in pure pleasure. He doesn’t even warn you before pushing his dick into your entrance. Both moaning at the feeling. He doesn't even give you time to adjust properly before he’s fucking into you.

You’re clawing at his back, trying to hold onto him for dear life. “So good, Bunny, so fucking good.” you bite his shoulder hard, the action sending him into overdrive.

“Yeah? You gonna take it, huh? You gonna take it like a good girl?” he’s ramming into you full force, hands gripping your waist for leverage.

“Yah, Bun. Goo gir.” you can't get coherent sentences out because he’s literally fucking you stupid. “ faser.”

“Faster? Who knew my princess was such a cock slut.” He starts drilling into you. Bunny couldn’t have been a more fitting nickname. “This is my pussy. Mine!”

You feel your orgasm approaching fast, “All yours! Don’t stop, Bunny! Please!” And like the good bunny he is, he keeps going, and you feel him twitching in you. “Cum in me! I don't care; just don't stop! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I’m cumming!” And like a red hot knife, it cuts through you. This is by far the best orgasm you've ever had, and it's because you were picturing Yoongi. You’re snapped back to reality by hearing Jungkook moan your name in your ear as he fills you up. He collapses on top of you and almost immediately falls asleep. You’re also too fucked out to try and move him, so you say fuck it and just fall asleep like that. Guilty because you just pictured your boss fucking you while your boyfriend was inside you. Why are you so subconsciously set on self-destruction, you wonder for a while, but then you remember that someone once told you that people are a product of their environment. You’ll give it more thought in the morning, but right now, you want to lie to yourself so you can sleep. And you do just that. Next week is going to be tough.

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Get On Like A House On Fire - Agape

ACT 2, CHAPTER 5

SONG: The Village by Wrabel QUOTE: ‘...But maybe one day, she won’t ever get back up.’

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“So you didn’t want to teach the kids the wonders of being a firefighter?” Hen questioned Kasey as they sat at the back of the fire truck, headphones securely on their heads whilst the rest of the team looked between Hen and Kasey.

“Bobby purposely made sure I wasn’t on the rota for that time,” shrugs Kasey.

Eddie furrows his brows. “But aren’t you good with children?”

Bobby begins to chuckle. Hard. Almost out of character laugher. And Kasey would feel offended if she thought he was laughing at the idea of Kasey being good with children. But she knew he wasn’t laughing at that as the entire team knew she was good with youngsters.

If she wasn’t, then why would they usually make her be the firefighter to comfort the frightened kids on scene?

But the reasoning for Bobby’s laughter still made Kasey sink in her seat, pouting like a toddler as she huffed slightly.

Hen gave Kasey a teasing smile as she already knew what Bobby was thinking – it was the reason she asked the question in the first place.

Hen let out a small laugh.

“Last time I was allowed to do that,” Kasey begin, sending a small glare at the older firefighters for finding such humour in this mockery, “I may or may not have accidently sprayed all the children with the hose.”

Eddie and Buck’s eyebrows fly up.

“Excuse me?”

Kasey groans and sinks more in her seat, hands covering her face as she tried to hide the pink tint in her cheeks. “Please don’t make me repeat it.”

“I just don’t understand how someone can accidently–”

“Oh! Look!” Kasey interrupted, sitting up in her seat as she pointed at the neighbourhood that Chimney told the team to head towards. “Fire! We should go and put it out.”

“It’s almost like that’s our job,” Buck rolled his eyes at the sight of his best friend shooting a pointed glare his way.

“Dispatch, this is Captain 118.” Bobby states in his radio. “We’re at Doheny Park. Multiple residential structure fires. Send everything you can.”

“Copy that, 118.” Josh replies. “I’m trying to find additional resources for you, but you might be on your own for the next 15-20 minutes.”

“Copy that.”

“Shit, this is bad.” Commented Kasey as she gazes out her window, teeth digging into her bottom lip whilst her fingers clenched round her helmet that sat in her lap.

A man rushes towards the truck the moment they stopped, the 118 began to climb out to see him waving his arms in desperation and slamming a hand against the windscreen “Help! Help! You got to help!”

“Cap!”

“My son! He’s trapped upstairs!” He pointed towards his house that was burning down fast.

“Do you know where? Which room?”

“No, no, I haven’t seen him.”

Kasey moved to stand next to Eddie as the pair squinted in the direction of the house, searching windows to try and find any movements.

Eddie saw him first.

“Cap. I see him!” He points towards the window where a small boy waving his hands was. “Upstairs window!”

There was a much larger explosion, followed closely behind desperate yells from the man and young woman who tried to run towards the burning house, but was stopped by Kasey and Eddie who didn’t allow them to go any closer.

“Sir! Sir! Two!”

“All right. Get the ladder up to the house.” Bobby instructed Buck who dashed off to follow his instructions.

“I’ll check the driver, Cap!” Hen exclaims.

“My son is up there!” The man yelled in Kasey’s face who kept her hands on his arms, guiding him a bit further away from the burning house as she nodded to show her understanding.

“I know, sir. But if you go in there you will just put both you and your son in even more danger,” Kasey reasoned with him. “Let us do our jobs and we can bring him out safely.”

“You gotta save him!”

“We will. We will.” Eddie says as he looks over at the man who was still fearfully yelling into Kasey’s face whilst she just continued to professionally comfort and guide him away from being in more danger.

He then walks up towards Bobby whilst Kasey tried to handle the two panicked family members who continued to yell at her as if she had all the answers, but Kasey didn’t, all she could tell them was that they will get the son out, that’s all she could say as that was all she knew.

Kasey then scrunched her face up when she heard Eddie alerting Bobby that they didn’t have enough water to put out the fire, and this only made the family panic more as they asked her questions on how can she save the son if they don’t even have enough water?

Kasey wished she was elsewhere, she wished she didn’t have to try to think of barely-there-answers for the family who has just overheard some terrible news, and she knew that repeating herself wasn’t going to convince them that everything was going to be okay.

Buck, noticing his best friend’s silent panicked state, made his way over, gently guiding the family members much further away so they were no longer in the teams way or screaming in Kasey’s face. Strand let out a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut for a few seconds as she tried to calm her fast but yet tired heart rate down.

She believed it was going much faster than it should usually go, and she knew that could be due to the lack of sleep. Her body wasn’t functioning properly. She wasn’t functioning properly. And all she wanted was to go to rest for a bit, let the ground swallow her up and just let her body rest.

But she couldn’t.

She had a panicked family pacing a few meters away from her and a son trapped in the burning house in front of her. She had Eddie and Bobby talking about the water issue a few steps away from her and then she had her anxious self who couldn’t fully assimilate what was going around herself at times.

The only thing she could do was force herself to stay awake and to calm down as she continued her job.

“Strand!” Bobby’s voice yell and Kasey turns to look at her Captain. “Keep everyone back, okay? And help anyone who has any injuries.”

“Copy that,” she nods as she went began to gather a few other firefighters to aid her in her task, completely not noticing the quick look of worry that Bobby sent her way as he noticed the shake in her right hand.

The only time she looked back at the house was when she heard metal grinding, and she saw the ladder collapse and Buck falling, catching himself on the collapsed half of the ladder but it didn’t stop the blood-crawling scream that emitted from his best friend.

“Buck!”

Every ounce of Kasey wanted to run towards Buck and help him, but she couldn’t as she was holding a cloth against the side of a woman’s head to try and ease the bleeding whilst the firefighter next to her prepared a bandage.

Eddie then begins to climb the drainpipe.

“Eddie!”

He ignores his teams calls.

“He’s fucking insane.” Kasey mutters as she raises from the kneeling position she once was in to go and find another person who may need her help, whilst her eyes stayed glued onto Eddie’s climbing figure. “Fucking insane. Who does he think he is? Firefighter Romeo?”

Kasey knew though that Eddie was doing the right thing, well the Kasey thing. If Kasey was able to initiate an idea, it probably would become a similar idea of what Eddie was doing right now.

'I’ve been a bad influence on him,' Kasey thought with a shake of her head before she crouched down to look at a casualties hand.

“I feel like if either Kasey or me did something like that, you would yell at us,” Buck says and Bobby turns his head to look at him, giving him a look that told Buck that his statement was correct.

“Thought your boy was going to become Santa Clause for a moment there,” the man said as he watched the scene in front of him whilst Kasey cleaned up his hand. “But instead he become James Bond and crashed through the window like he does it every Tuesday evening.”

Kasey hums. “He prefers films of romance than action films,” Kasey looks up with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes and with her left index she pressed it against her lips to usher him to be quiet as she threw him a playful wink. “But don’t tell him I told you that.”

“Yeah,” she looks over her shoulder. “Let me know when he comes out the house so I can yell at him for his stupidity,” her eyes shifts down to the ground. “Then I’ll give him his stupid hug.”

“How kind of you.” The man leans his head back against the tree, squeezing his eyes shut when he hears a curse leaving Kasey’s lips as she notices the wound in his leg. He opens them when he hears the comforting sound of her reassuring that it’s nothing bad and that she be able to quickly sort it out.

“I think,” the man smiles, shaking his head to himself before smiling bigger when he notices Kasey looking at him again, “I think the man would much rather a kiss.”

Kasey shook her head, sputtering out words as she quickly tried to deny the everything the man just suggested. “Oh no, no, I got – I’m seeing someone, and he’s got this sleeping arrangement with his wife, who isn’t his wife anymore, but she kinda is and – it’s complicated.”

The man didn’t look too convinced.

“Besides we’re just friends.”

“I always said the same thing about my wife,” the man chuckles, a sincere smile tugging at his lips at the thought of his wife. “It wall bullshit though, but we never said anything till much later on because we were scared. But everyone knew, even us eventually, but you can’t be friends with someone who looks at you as if you’re the reason the world has eight wonders.

Kasey laughs, “there’s only seven wonders of the world.”

“Not when the person you look at is the eighth.” He utters. “For me, my wife is the eighth wonder of the world. For you, it’s that James Bond wannabe, and for him, it’s you. You’re his eighth world wonder.”

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Kasey pokes her tongue against the inside of her cheek whilst she finally wraps a bandage around his knee. “One of those people who describes love to a metaphor.”

“You’ve never been in love, have you?”

“It’s not something I understand.”

“You will eventually.” The guy looks towards the house. “But if I was you, I wouldn’t wait for too long. You don’t want your something good to be taken from you. That another reason why it took a while for me to get with my wife.”

“We’re just friends.”

“Okay,” he hums, “but don’t do anything stupid because you’ll regret it.”

Kasey just nods, before standing up as another firefighter took over to guide the man towards the back of their ambulance along with a few other people who awaited for more to show up.

“The smoke of the fire must be getting to his head,” Kasey mutters to herself as she begins to make her way back towards Buck and Bobby to question them on Eddie’s status, but she stumbled back as she watched in horror as another explosion within the house went off.

The guy next to her screamed for his son, whilst Kasey called for her friend.

“Cap!” Kasey rushed over towards Bobby. “Let me go in there – let me help Eddie – I need to help–”

“No, no, no,” Buck gently pushes Kasey to the side, as he makes his way round the fire truck. “You’re body isn’t healthy enough for a situation like that, Kas. I’ll do i–”

Bobby raises a hand in the air. “No. Wait.”

Kasey spins on her heels at the sound of an aeroplane’s engine roaring, and it sounded close too, she glances round to see people looking in the sky with confused expressions, but with a quick shake to her head to wake her mind up, she quickly ushered them elsewhere, telling them that they need to get cover.

Bobby overheard Kasey and yelled, “incoming! Everybody, take cover!”

Kasey sent a worried look towards the house before being dragged down to the ground by Buck who jumped down from the fire truck to get the pair of them to crawl under it.

His hand instantly grabs her, squeezing it to try and let her tired body know that everyone would be okay, but Buck watched Kasey’s tired eyes flutter and he wondered if Kasey was truly going to be okay after all of this, because looking at her now, it looks like she could past out from extreme exhaustion in any minute, and it made Buck wonder how she has been hiding this for so long.

“Holy shit,” Buck heard his friend mutter next to him, “that’s a shit ton of water.”

Buck didn’t reply as he continued to stare at the side of her face with worry, ignoring as the water fell above them. It was easy to ignore when he allowed his mind to finally settle on his friend who special talent was hiding all this pain.

She needed sleep.

And after this Buck knew he was going to wrap her up and make her into a blanket burrito and stay with her until she fell asleep.

Buck snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed Kasey pull herself out from under the truck, standing onto her feet as she did a little shake – Buck didn’t know if this was her way of keeping her body to stay awake, or if it was just a random Kasey action.

She walked towards the house, anxiously waiting for any movements or a response back over the radio after Bobby asked if he could hear them. Her hands were shaking, but she hide that by patting the front of her thighs.

The front door was kicked to be opened further, and Eddie walks out with the boy in his arms, Kasey calls for his name as if it was a pray. She rushed towards him and watched as he gently laid the child down onto the ground.

The moment she heard the boy gasp, Kasey span and punched Eddie gently in the chest, before she brought him into a tight hug.

Her arms were round his neck, and his easily found comfort round her waist as he too held her closely. He gently swayed as he just breathed in the moment of Kasey hugging him.

“You’re okay,” she whispers. “Your James Bond arse is okay.”

“My what?” Eddie chuckles, frowning slightly when he feels Kasey pulling away from the hug before replacing his frown with a small smile as he took in the stupidly adorable smile she had on her face.

“Nothing,” she says, and Eddie shakes his head before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, bringing her close into his side.

“I really want some pizza after all of this.”

Kasey hums, “you deserve it.”

“You want to come back to mine for some?”

“Won’t Shannon be there?” She asks, she didn’t want to intervene with anything, and she had this feeling that the woman didn’t like her very much, despite the pair having any actual conversation between one another.

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, “just me and Christopher.”

“Ah,” Kasey wraps her own arm around her waist as she rested against the man a little more comfortably, “my favourite Diaz.”

“I’m ignoring you said that.”

“You always do.”

Buck pats Eddie on the back as he stands on the other side of him. “What was the Spider-Man routine.”

Eddie closes his eyes for a second. “I don’t know. I just did it. And prayed a lot.”

Bobby then copies Buck’s actions, “yeah, it looks like someone was listening.”

Buck looked at Kasey, eyebrow raising as he nodded his head off to the side, gesturing for her to come with him as he obviously wanted to say something. She slipped out from Eddie’s hold and made her way towards Buck who sat himself down on a patch of grass under a tree.

“You alright?” Kasey questioned as she sat herself down next to him.

“You know,” he turns to look at Kasey, his eyes no longer on the conscious kid. He needed Kasey to hear his words, to let her know that she can trust him, that he was there for her. “You’re kind of my comfort person.”

Her face scrunches up as she lets out a breathless laugh.

“You’re that one person who just makes me feel better no matter what.” He bumps her shoulder. “Like I could be having the worst day ever, but I could just look at you and I would feel okay. And I would be able to tell you anything because I know you wouldn’t judge me.” Buck pauses. “You’re my best friend and I–”

“You’re kind of my comfort person too, Buck.” Was all Kasey responded with and she knew that was something Buck needed to hear, she knew it was a way to keep him at bay before he would combust with worry over her – she knew this was his way to tell her he was there.

And she knew, but she didn’t know if she actually wanted people to help her – she didn’t feel broken, she didn’t feel like she needed to be fixed…she was just tied.

And what else should she say? That she has a fear of going back to her apartment? That would be ridiculous because who would be afraid of their own house?

Kasey felt ridiculous, but she hid it behind a smile and told her friends – her family – that she was okay, and Kasey was sure that the more she says it, the more she would be able to pretend she was.

And to her, she was okay.

She’s always been okay because she’s Kasey Strand.

She always gets back up.

...But maybe one day, she won’t ever get back up.

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ask-digimon-hunters · 6 days

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Kasey never got to see Nick when he came back bloody, so she decided to do him a favor and try to get Lopmon back for him. She was in the road where Rose said that she and Nick were when Lopmon ran away. She was looking around for tracks to track.

“Kasey, over here!” Dorumon said.

When Kasey walked over there, she saw footprints, possibly triple the size of Lopmon. “Good job Dorumon.” Kasey said.

They were walking down the path when they saw a Wendigomon, which was Lopmon’s dark evolution. It turned to them, its eyes glowing with anger. Kasey and Dorumon were out of there faster than you could blink.

#digimon au #digimon hunters #kasey carter #dorumon #wendigomon

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basilone · 5 months

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🪖HBOWAR Fandom Q/A 🪖

I was tagged by @sharkboyandlavalieb & @fidelias, ty both 💚

Name/ Alias: you can call me Killy Country: the Netherlands Which of the series have you seen - BoB, TP, GK, MotA: all of them! Use an emoji or ONE word to describe your favourite character in an hbowar miniseries: BoB - 🔪 TP - 🥇 GK - 🚑 MotA - 🌹 Ultimate ship (if any): Bucky/Buck just stole my keys this past weekend (as they also did when I read the book ages ago lol) so lemme go with them for now Favourite fic (yes I made this q&a just to get fic recs): I have a fic rec list!! It's mostly BoB-centric because that's what was originally asked, but it will give you a good sense of the sort of fics I like. Here it is. What are some ways you interact in the fandom?: I make a fair few gifsets and edits, so that's how I think most people know me in this fandom? I also write fics, though, and that's where my heart really lies if I'm honest with you! And I also try to react to people's posts in some way where possible, though I'm not a serial reblogger by any means and am behind on my reading like whoa. I'm always up for a chat through DM or through Discord, too, and I'm active in a few public HBO War-related servers as well as one small non-public one where I bounce my ideas before y'all see them. So if you ever wanna come say hi and chat for longer than Tumblr allows, shoot me a message and I'll make sure we can chat on Discord. Favourite colour: blue! Current favourite song: Kasey Chambers - Lose Yourself (which is a cover of an Eminem song unlike anything you've ever heard) What would you say if I held up a can of peaches?: wouldn't say anything, I'd grab a can opener and drink it all up H Co Style™. Complete this sentence: “Where the hell is ___ company?!” F!! Freakin' F Co. Bunch of yokels. Other accounts or socials?: my main blog is over on @captainkilly and I am on Discord, other socials are irrelevant. List one other fandom member (mutual or a follower you admire) for some appreciation: @mastersoftheair for being the absolute A+++ best for all these years seeing us through to MotA's premiere and beyond. I can't imagine how you must be feeling right now but I want to express full appreciation for you, and thank you for making my giffing job marginally easier by identifying some of these fellas in your posts. 💚 Tags: I'm tagging anyone who's not been tagged yet, tadaa. Because it's a Sunday night and I'm a lazy woman.

#tagging game #guess the emojis lmao #should not be too difficult

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Ghosts of Our Days- Chapter Fourteen

A/N: It's finally here!! I owe the latter half (and then some) of this chapter to @theosb0rnway, as per usual! You rocked, Kasey!!

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Possible TW's: Implied bodily harm and murder

Chapter Fourteen: Murder Masquarade

Karai’s POV

Hamato Karai was getting tired of watching her brothers fail to do their jobs on live TV. While she favored the more traditional forms of gathering news, such as overhearing conversations or getting it hand-delivered on a piece of paper from her eager-to-please Foot soldiers, Shinigami was obsessed with the oversized flat-screen, and Karai was not one to say no to her girlfriend over something as petty as this.

"Karai, look! The skull boy is back on!"

"Shini, we're looking at the exact same thing."

The witch rolled her eyes. "But this is new footage!"

"Why do you care so much about him anyway? If I didn't know any better, I would say you were into him or something." She smirked, crossing her legs and focusing back on her phone. She could watch her brothers lose to some random teenager any time she wanted. She was surprised that the news station managed to catch them, but the vigilante was good at being seen when he wanted to, and hidden when he didn't.

"I'm not 'into him!' I just think this city needs more strong warriors like him!" "Shini, he's a dangerous killer who put Donatello on crutches, and we all know he's involved with Raphael's disappearance. He's not someone this city needs, Casey Jones or not."

"Do you think it's really the Jones boy? I think he has too much skill and too much spirit to be the same person."

"I agree. Casey's mission was always to save the city, not rip it apart at the seams. To me, it feels like this is only the beginning. Almost as if he has a darker plan than just murdering the old Foot soldiers and a cop or two. But what, I have no idea."

"Do you think we should try to follow him? We could learn more about what he is doing."

"Maybe. But this isn't just some excuse for you to meet your new favorite celebrity, Shini."

"I know that. What about your brothers? Should we invite them along on our trip?"

"No. But I will visit them before we go ourselves." She slid off the couch with ease, giving Shini a kiss before she walked out of Shredder’s old lair, which they had repurposed into their home.

"Have fun with your brothers!"

"Oh, I doubt I will."

Karai was right. She was not having anywhere near a good time, especially with Leonardo. She told him her plan and he was quick to disagree. Karai doubted that the concept had even made its rounds around his brain.

"You’re doing what?”

Karai sighed. There shouldn’t be this big of a deal about her going snooping around in the business of some random kid.

But this was Leonardo.

So of course there was a big deal.

Some days, days like these, Karai almost missed her time under Shredder’s thumb, back when she thought she was his daughter, if only for the near disregard for her wellbeing whenever it didn’t concern her prowess in battle.

Almost.

“Patrolling. It’s not exactly novel,” Karai drawled.

“You got a building dropped on you like, a week ago!”

“And Donatello is in crutches, and he’s going to be up and hitting crime in the face with a stick like a dumbass in another week.”

“Karai, we’re built for that! You’re a human, you need to recover!”

“I’ve been recovering!” Karai snapped.

“Shini can attest. I'll call her myself.”

The witch picked up on the first ring.

“Shini, Leo wants to know if I have been resting well.”

“Oh! Yes, Leonardo, she has been resting wonderfully!”

Karai could almost see her smiling through the phone.

“Hear that? It’s fine, I’m fine, and, contrary to popular belief, it’s going to continue to be fine, as will I."

Leo sighed. "If you say so."

“I do say so.” Then, to the phone, she continued in the same breath. “Thank you, Shini! Talk to you later.”

“Goodbye!”

A beat of silence passed between Karai and Leo. A battle of wills, if you will.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to deal with this Skullshot boy myself, and unlike you, I will get results." She looked out at the lair from where she stood at the entrance, noticing the at least seven cork and bulletin boards that made the usually empty living room look like a maze. She almost laughed out loud. "B-Brother, what are those?"

"Those... are all the theories we have on Skullshot and whatever his plan is."

"They're our conspiracy boards! Ooooo! Creeeepy!!" Mikey yelled from his spot between two of the boards. Now Karai could actually laugh.

"So big, strong, tough Leonardo says I can't go on patrol, but he relies on... I'm sorry, CONSPIRACY BOARDS for all of his information?"

"Karai, he's dangerous, he put Donnie in crutches, blew up an entire police station, killed a cop in cold blood, and not to mention almost killed me and April in close quarters with actual bombs! He's not somebody to be taken too lightly anymore, he has the potential to hurt even us."

"Leo, look around. He's a second-rate vigilante with stolen gear and from what you've told me, lame puns. Sure, he got Donnie hurt, but you have all been hurt before by far worse. He's dangerous, yes, but not dangerous enough to take any of us down. Plus, it's just a routine patrol, I won't engage with him unless he tries to engage me. I'll be FINE."

She walked out without saying goodbye, ready to grab Shini and the rest of her gear at home.

Casey's POV Raph had finally let her go out alone, and for the first time in three months, Casey was happy to be without him. It was just supposed to be a patrol, look for any Foot activity, and check for cops before going back to the apartment, but the night seemed to have other plans.

One very important piece of information, Casey supposed, was that she was not an idiot. Sure, he wasn’t as smart as Donnie in the intellectual sense of the word that would please the school system, but Casey still had a few brain cells. Furthermore, those brain cells had been directed toward more… Specialized knowledge.

Amongst the knowledge accompanying how to keep up with her chosen crowd, was how to know when you are being followed.

Or, at the very least, watched.

And Casey was sure that both were happening.

Fantastic. The one night she went out, and someone was following her. Obviously, the dead Foot lackeys and cops weren’t going to go unnoticed, but Casey had doubted something like this, especially before she had any time to put forth an actual plan for Shredder’s destruction.

He heard footsteps to her left, followed by nothing…

Then a small thud. She flipped her mask down slowly just in case the enemy managed to get in front of him. He didn't need her identity exposed because of a stupid slip-up.

He kept on walking at the same pace, humming some random tune in the hopes that whoever was dumb enough to follow him thought that she was distracted.

He turned into an alleyway that he knew full well was a dead end, praying that the enemy would fall into her trap. He heard a small grunt in the distance and realized that his attacker was not a turtle, nor was it April. In fact, it sounded similar to someone else, someone she knew had direct ties with Oroku Saki. It was Karai, leader of the Foot Clan, or at least a portion of it. No doubt Shredder had sent her in the wake of all the increasing Foot casualties to take Skullshot out once and for all.

Then he was reminded of something. Hadn't she been an ally once? Hadn't she been friends with the turtles? With April? She shook the thought away. Even if that was true, April and her merry band of mutants were no longer his allies ever since that attack on the police station. He wouldn't hurt them, no, because that would break Raphie's heart, but he sure as hell wouldn't work with them.

He heard Karai jumping down to the ground, but still kept on walking.

"Skullshot!"

He froze. She took out her Wakizashi and pointed it at him.

"You hurt my family and now you're going to pay the price!"

Casey scowled, deepening her voice.

"I didn't do anything to Shredder, it's him, and you, who's gonna pay for what you did to me!" He pulled out her gun and spun around, shooting at the kunoichi while she deflected the bullets with ease. He ran towards her, grabbing his hockey stick from his bag and blocking her strikes.

"Casey, if it really is you- ah! Stop this nonsense! Your friends, your FAMILY needs you!" The vigilante caught her off guard with a well-timed kick to the gut.

"Your Shredder took my family away from me!! It's because of YOU that I'm doing this!!" She screamed, pulling out a knife. It was quickly blocked by Karai's sword, and in no time, the dodge-and-block routine quickly got old for Casey.

"Fight me, Foot SCUM!"

"No! I am not your enemy, Casey, I never was-"

"My NAME is SKULLSHOT!" The knife finally managed to hit her arm, causing Karai to drop her blade, fumbling for it, but Casey got to it first.

He leaned over her with a triumphant smirk on her face.

"Now, I'm gonna show you what happens when you mess with my family!"

Leo's POV

"I can't believe Karai wants to go after Skullshot." Leo slumped down on the bench, turning his back on the TV, not even interested in the latest rerun of Space Heroes.

"ReLAAAX, big bro! Skull Dude's not THAT big of a deal! He's not even after us!"

Donnie hit Mikey over the head. "Not after us?? HE PUT ME ON CRUTCHES!"

"Ow! Yeah, but like, he's not attacking us or anything! We were the ones fighting him, dude!"

April put her face in her hands. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mikey has a point."

"Oh my god, hell really did freeze over."

She shot Donnie a look and he immediately apologized to Mikey.

"Mikey's right, this guy just has some anger issues and real hate for the Foot. We can take him out in no time if we work together to figure out what his goal is."

"Did Leo just say what I think he said?"

"Yes, Donnie. Mikey's right."

The youngest turtle finally looked up from his pepperoni and cockroach pizza in shock. "WHOOP WHOOP! OH YEAH! I'M RIGHT! OH YEAH!"

April had to shield her eyes at the booty-shaking dance that accompanied the loud cheering.

The boys just sighed.

"Alright, we get it, Mikey. Now, as I was saying, we need to figure out what this Skullshot's plan is. He's targeting the Foot, but why?"

"Not to mention taking out cops and anyone else who seems to get in his way." Donnie added.

"Do you think he could be after the Shredder too? If he is, maybe... maybe it really is..." April started to shake and Donnie gently pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

"It isn't, remember? When we were at that crime scene, not only did the weapons not match up with Jones, the guy who did it was clearly right handed and good at his job."

"It's okay, April. We'll find Casey AND Raph and take this guy down together."

"Plus, that guy TOTALLY didn't know Casey's stuff! He didn't get the Goongala, bro!" April started to cheer up and Leo took notice.

"Yeah, WHAT was it he said again, Mikey?"

The youngest turtle stood up on the bench, holding his right hand in the air and yelled: “GORGONZOLAAAA!!!"

The four of them all burst into laughter.

"A-And he couldn't even hold the hockey stick right!" Donnie chimed in.

"Why do you think he was even targeting the police station?" April wondered,

"What does THAT have to do with the Foot OR his M.O.?" Leo abd Donnie shrugged.

"Ooh! Ooh! I know!" Mikey bounced up and down. Leo decided to let him speak, since he'd actually had decent ideas today.

"Go ahead, Mike."

"THE BITE OF 87!"

"Aaand we're back to normal Mikey."

"No!" April growled.

"Maybe..."

"Donnie, DON'T encourage him."

"...Bite of 83?"

"NO, MIKEY."

"It's Krognard in disguise!!" April rolled her eyes.

"He needs to touch some GRASS."

"We live in the sewers, yo, there's no grass in the sewers!"

"So touch some on patrol!"

"It's the 2010s in New York, they're getting rid of all the real grass." Donnie said.

"Yeah, it's all artificial turf now, it's so gross." Leo shuddered, and the others did the same.

"Okay, if nobody has any REAL ideas, I'm going to bed." April slipped out of Donnie's grip and stood up.

Leo looked confused. "But it's only 7:30?"

"Yeah, well... I have a test tomorrow and I don't want to be sleepy during it. Good night."

She walked off and Donnie, as usual, followed her into their shared room.

"Bite of 87, really Mikey?"

"Oh come, Lee! For all we know, the ghosts of those kids could still be out there, coming to get us! Oooohh!"

Maybe Leo needed to go to bed early too.

Donnie's POV

As soon as Donnie walked in the room, he could tell something was off.

"Donnie, go back with Leo and Mikey, I'm gonna try to sleep on my own for a bit."

Donnie frowned, walking over to April and sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Donnie-"

"April, please. Let me help you!"

"What would help is if you left me alone so I can sleep in peace for once." Donnie didn't move.

"Donnie, please, just go-"

"Look, I know you're worried about Casey, but-"

"I just hope she's okay."

"He will be, April. This is Jones we're talking about. He always finds a way to make it back to us." "Yeah, you're right. I just... can't shake the feeling that maybe she won't come back to us. She's been gone for so long, maybe she needs us to save him this time." She shrugged, burying her head in Donnie's shoulder. So much for wanting him to leave.

"If he does, we'll find him. I promise, April, we WILL find him and Raph, wherever they are."

"I know..." She trailed off, closing her eyes and falling limp against her boyfriend. Was it bad that Donnie focused more on her touch than on getting his friend and brother back? That was cut short when April immediately snapped out of her thoughts and sat up.

"Good night, Donnie." She moved to get into bed, but something was missing besides the fact that she wasn't wearing her pajamas.

"No kiss?"

"I said, GOOD NIGHT, Donnie." He walked out of the room, dejected, knowing that if he wanted any peace and quiet he'd have to sleep in Raph and Casey's old room. The thought of that alone made him wish he'd built an extra guest room instead of a bigger room for him and April, but he put her comfort first. Maybe that was his downfall. His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of shouting from the main room.

"DONNIE, APRIL, GET IN HERE!"

He ran into the room to see none other than Shinigami sitting on the bench in Mikey's lap, both of them crying as Leo stood motionless over what looked like... Karai?

Donnie could hear April's footsteps behind her and the gasp that followed as they looked closer at his sister's body. Donnie couldn't believe his eyes as April covered her mouth with her hand, and let out an aborted squeak.

"Oh... oh my GOD."

A/N: *wiggles fingers mysteriously*

#ghosts of our days #fanfiction #rasey #TMNT 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #2012 tmnt #2012 casey jones #2012 leo #2012 donnie #2012 april #2012 karai #2012 shinigami #can I tag this as shinirai?#IDC we all know they're gay for each other #shinirai #2012 mikey #ao3

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