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How do you find a character's 'voice'? I have no problem writing OCs, but when it comes to existing characters I get so anxious that I'm mischaracterizing them!
This is a great question! This is definitely something I struggle with sometimes. Here are some of the things I've done to try to keep characterization consistent:
watched a bunch of videos about characterization and the craft of writing
gone back to the canon and reread parts that featured the character you're trying to write
reduced the character to like, ONE descriptor, ONE "essence," if you will. JRO did a great job making very identifiable characters for us. although many of the initial characterizations are modified by the end of the comic, you can still use that "essence". I'll give an ex in a minute but after you identify that "essence," keep it in mind for your character when you write them
when writing from their POV, or from a close third narration (or heck second person talking to them), remember what the character knows. how did they get to the place they are now? what kinds of details in a room would they notice?
This is not all I've done but it would take me SO LONG to put together more points so we'll move on~!
Okay so for more details on the above:
The Essence Thing
I think Ultra Magnus is a really good example of this. We're introduced to him having a very specific outlook on life (we literally see through his eyes in one early panel, it's great). We understand him to be a VERY strict mech who adheres to the Autobot Law to the letter (semi-colon, actually, lol). We see him meticulously arrange and rearrange objects, we see him point out screws that are misaligned by 0.001% (paraphrase, I don't remember the exact wordage). All in all, it's really easy to understand in just a couple of words who he is. Meticulous to a fault. Rodimus distracts him by using bad grammar on purpose.
By the end of the comics, he's loosened up a little. And (SPOILERS for the end of the comics), Megatron telling him to abandon his armor and be true to himself is something he's receptive to. Whereas in the beginning he wore it as somewhat literal armor. And refused to smile.
So what have I done with my fic? Well, it's important to keep in mind that UM isn't going to change all his ways. He won't be as much of a stickler as before, because he's learned to have friends in some capacity, and that's loosened him up a little tiny bit. But he's going to retain that core trait of being really into keeping things neat and tidy. And, the UM that Megatron told to abandon his armor isn't the one that made the jump. So I assumed they had that convo later in their friendship. The TEG UM still has those organized traits (cuz it's funny), but he's not as bad as he used to be.
So hopefully that makes sense. Boil your character down to a trait or two and keep it in mind for everything.
Oh boy the asks are piling up so I'm gonna try to go a bit faster now.
What The Character Knows
Let's do a little thought experiment. Tailgate and Drift walk into a random Autobot bar. What does each mech notice?
If I said one of them quickly identifies friendly mechs and the other one identifies unfriendly mechs, can you tell which did which? Who notices the energon specials and who takes note of the weapons behind the bar? Which one will remember a time he went with his conjunx to a bar and didn't get in a fight? haha
Okay so you can probably guess the answers that I intended for the above! Drift had a hard past, then became a violent Decepticon. Tailgate was asleep for 6 million years and then woke up and befriended a ton of people and had Movie Nights and also some trauma but he never had to fight for his life like Drift did.
So, as you can see, what the character knows (which is informed by their past, their education, their belief systems, the friends they have, the enemies they have, etc) really impacts how they see the world. And you can use that to your advantage by trying to look through their eyes keeping in mind what they know.
Sorry I'm gonna have to end this here, but this is a great topic. I'll try to write more about character voice and POV in the future. If you want to poke me later about it here or on twitter, please do. I will get my thoughts together and also find the links to the videos I've watched :)
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There Was A Time:
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7.I Don’t Care About You
Second Person POV:
After that night you and Axl only talked in a formal way when speaking about band decisions and nothing more. Duff also didn't say a word about that night, he was too drunk and hungover to remember anything. Glad he didn't, he wouldn't be able to live with himself If he knew he passed up the opportunity by falling asleep. It was now nearing the end of the November month. The boys went out to get some Christmas decorations with their minuscule budget. You were in Duffs bed, with the worst cold and the worst period you've ever had. Duff insisted you stay in his bed as it was more comfortable than the mattress, when you refused, he picked you up and sat you on the bed, he brought you a towel to lay on and gave you chocolate from his secret stash before leaving the house with Axl, Slash and Steven. Izzy was staying home to write more songs and shit. Great. You were having the worst day, and you were home with someone who wishes you would burn in hell by his hand. Shit your cramps were bad. You clutched onto your stomach in pain. You hadn't taken any painkillers yet, you didn't know why but it was just a thing to see how long you'd last without them. You coughed as you opened the covers and got out of bed. Slowly walking to the kitchen, sniffing as your nose ran slightly. You got to the kitchen and opened a cabinet to get the painkillers and took a hot water bottle out as well. You put water in the kettle and waited for it to boil. That kettle was the best purchase you ever decided on whilst living in this hell hole. You soon started to have a small sneezing fit, and it didn't help your period as your abdomen started contracting with every sneeze, causing you a lot of discomfort and pain. "Hey! You're supposed to be in bed." You heard Izzy's voice call to you. He stood there with his arms crossed. "Fuck off." You waved your hand at him as you popped the pills in your mouth and swallowed with some water. He took your arm and pulled you back. "Hey-!" You protested. "You're sick, go back to bed." He spoke deep and seriously. "Why do you care about me all of a sudden?" You pulled your arm out of his grasp. "I don't. But you're still my band manager and for the sake of the band nothing can happen to you." He said. You were shocked slightly. "I'll be fine, I won't die." You sniffed, and went back to the kitchen counter to fill your hot water bottle. "I'll do that. You need to go rest." He spoke. You were even more shocked now, but you went back to Duff bed as he told you too.
Izzy did actually make the bottle, he even brought you some pills to drink for the pain and cold. He did throw the bottle on the bed and flipped you off when he walked out though.
You did try get a nap in, but it was only for a few minutes, as you couldn't get comfortable, something was always wrong. You couldn't breathe through your nose, your pad skew, your feet too hot, or too cold. And being in the 80's you couldn't just scroll through your phone or go on your laptop to keep yourself occupied. You were bored out of your mind. The bottle was also getting cold now. You got out of bed again. Walking past Izzy's room, peeking inside to see what he was up to. He was peering at the pieces of paper scattered on his floor as his guitar rested on his lap and twiddled with a pen in his one hand. 'Ah what the hell.' You thought. You walked into his room and plopped yourself down on the floor where there wasn't a piece of paper and crossed your legs as you sat. Izzy was slightly taken aback. "What the fuck are you doing in my room!?" Maybe more than slightly taken aback. "Shut up I'm managing." You said in a congested voice and sniffed as you waved his remark off. "You're too sick to do a managers job, and go back to bed before you spray your disgusting sickness on me." He said. "It's so boring in the bed! I need to do something at least!" You protested. "Go watch TV then! Don't come bothering me!" He responded. "Axl broke the TV remember." You sniffed again. He rolled his eyes, and then proceeded to make every possible argument for you to leave. He soon gave up and let you stay. You took one of the pieces of paper closest to you and skimmed the lyrics. It wasn't finished but the words that were sprawled on the paper were, 'I think about you' 'Honey all the time my heart says yes' and repeating with a change of 'Deep inside I love you best.' But that was all you got before Izzy snatched it away from you. "That one's not done." He scolded. "Who's the lovely lady?" You teased. "Fuck off." He replied in an irritated tone, but he chuckled slightly. His smile was comforting. The next hour or so was you scavenging through the papers and giving him feedback as he played them out. You argued but it wasn't serious. The two of you laughed it out softly together. As you yelled at each other it always ended in a little giggle. The tension between you two eased. You looked over at him, he had a beautiful smile, you didn't get to see it often or ever. He looked back you, your eyes meeting. Glittering green hazel eyes. You quickly looked away as the eye contact was making the air thick and electric. "Okay let's do this one." You said, as you took another paper. He got a bit serious in his tone, "Not that one." He was worried? You glanced at the words 'Back Off Bitch' at the top of the page. "It's okay to get some rage out now and then." You said. He wasn't reaching for the paper, just sitting there in discomfort. You glanced at some more words on the page. 'Face of an angel with the love of a witch.' And more repetition of bitch and lines of crude nature. "I think that's enough." He said, back to his cold demeanour towards you. "You're still sick, get out." He said. You were confused but didn't want to push his boundaries, so you left.
After you scurried back to your room and got back into bed, thoughts were going through your mind. Confusion. Why did he change up so quickly? Did you say something? Was it the song I read, too personal maybe? Shit, was the song about you? You didn't want to get into an overthinking day as you already had your hormones making you feel like you were in murderous rage. You were feeling tired enough to actually get a good sleep long as the cramps had you drained, and the sick had your brain all foggy. Yet before you got knocked out you thought of what had just happened. You were so disappointed. You thought, finally, the two of you were getting along and that this band manging shit wouldn't be so hard anymore, but no. The Gods had to throw it all back in your face. The future side of you would be in tears, constantly, if it was in full control and knew that Izzy Stradlin hated you. For reasons unbeknownst to you. You didn't know what time it was or how long you slept, but you knew that you were feeling horrid. Like you were dog shit on someone's shoe, and they threw it in a river full of sewage. Cramps, fever, nausea from cramps, nausea from digesting too much mucus with addition of a few hundred other symptoms of death. Fuck you had to get pills from the kitchen you thought as you forgot to bring the stuff before you went to have your nap. You turned over to the side where the bed side table stood. Pain pills laid out neatly, the fizzing of some medicine dissolving in a glass of water. A pot of lemon and ginger tea. Even two hot water bottles. Duff and the others were probably home you thought. Yet it was dead silent except for the faint sound of a soft guitar melody in the other room. The melody stopped. You heard the guitar being put down and footsteps coming closer to your room, but it became softer as it approached. Was he standing by the door? You picked up the bubbling glass of medicine filled water and took small sips, in the corner of your eye you saw Izzy peeking into the room. "Did you do this?" You asked without looking at him. He was startled as he thought you didn't know he was there. He didn't say anything, just cleared his throat a bit as he stepped into the doorway. "Thank you for caring." You said sincerely as you looked at him. He just rolled his eyes, putting his hands in his pockets.
"I don't care about you." He said. "Fuck you" He walked out of view.
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on my second read through of the sasha/aiden fic (unbelievably good, worth all the buildup, incredible job) and can i just say how much i appreciate the exploration of masculinity? because aside from jaskier, who leaned into his flamboyance and his confidence and the way he flouts social expectations well before the series started, all the pov characters have been women, or witchers, or established men comfortable in their roles (jan, eist) or men with more pressing concerns whose experience of masculinity was also shaped by being raised entirely by and around women (griffin). obviously the patriarchal structure of the continent’s society has affected all of them in different ways, but they all have other stuff going on that takes precedence over that, or (for the noblewomen especially) their arcs are more about the expectations of femininity, and embracing socially masculine roles (warrior, spymaster, political advisor, etc) without giving up womanhood, which is related but not at all the same. sasha is the first person we’ve seen whose story is centered on his experience being bound by the expectations of toxic masculinity and it’s just so healing to see him come into himself and learn that he can be what he wants to be without having to look or act a certain way, that his manhood isn’t dependent on his behavior, and even that manliness and masculinity themselves can look different ways (eg the discussion of topping). i still love the girlbossing in the series, and all the different ways the women of your universe embrace their womanhood without giving up their goals or their personalities, but as a trans masc person it’s so good to see a character who actively wants to feel connected to masculinity without changing who he is. i’m just so proud of him and i thought it was a really interesting dive into the different ways people can be harmed by bioessentialism and the excessive gendering of society, you did a really great job <3
Thank you so much! As you say, I've spent a lot of time exploring different approaches to womanhood and femininity, and it was very interesting to take a look at masculinity and who gets to define it and what it even means.
Letting Sasha learn that he can be squishy and artistic and not any sort of a fighter and that doesn't actually mean he's any less of a man was very satisfying to write, and I'm glad it brought you joy.
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New Life
Chapter 3:
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Third Person's POV:
watching Stray Kids performing on a big stage with thousands of fans really fascinating me. Their 'loud' music blasting the venue plus with the fans screaming enjoying their performance was a great experience. I don't understand people saying their music is loud but it's their style right? Plus it kinda insult me a little considering me co-write some of them, pfft. No biggie!
a group picture here and there, some with stays, some with staffs and some with me. Which happened because they dragged me along and posted them on their infamous Instagram account. People appreciates with them posting the pictures and somehow they wondered who is that guy with them?
I-it's me if you don't have a same thought as i am
they did not respond, of course. I wonder if fans would try to do some searching and see who the heck am i. Besides it would not be a problem since they even tagged me! A few minutes after the picture posted, my phone who is always silenced with no notification suddenly kept blasting and kinda annoyed me to be honest. It kinda confuses me with my mom's spamming messages but when i checked it's not from her, I put it away immediately.
noticing my action, Lee Know giggled and sat next to me, drinking mineral water he got earlier. " You're famous now, huh? " He smirked.
I'm not really that good with stranger but with this 8 guys- wait, minus chris, Han and Changbin, really made me nervous knowing new people. But i will be comfortable around them eventually. To my response, i just giggle and shake my head, " That is not my purpose. Just some side effect,am i right?" i winked at him (which i dont know how the hell i'm so bold) which causes him to be shocked and laughs.
with curiosity, a few other members came to us except Changbin. I think he went to the toilet earlier. I literally saw him ran to the toilet after the photo session.
" What are you guys talking about? " Felix asked. LeeKnow looked at him and pointed to me while saying, " This kid is going to be famous because we tagged him in our picture." then a few 'woahs' were heard and a few patting on my shoulders. "Guess you have to adapt to it now then. Cuz you will be seen a lot with us." Chris sat next to me and smiled as he put his sleeveless arm around my shoulder. Literally pulled me closer to him.
His big ass sweaty arms around me is what I dont want to touch me because bruv it's a little bit disgusting with the sweat and we're too close!
" Guys, let's get ready to go home now. " Mr Manager interrupted our conversation. "Home? Korea?" you looked at him.
"Yes, (Y/N). Korea" I swear i have never felt so excited hearing something, especially now that he mentioned we will finally be able to go-
" Yes! "
" Wait! What did i miss?! "
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" Good job girls! Get some rest and we will go home! " Their manager yelled at the backstage.
After done performing at Coachella for the first time, the girls felt the energy of the crowd and became so energetic and fun to do their best on stage. Considering it is might be their first time in front of a big crowd to watch them, who would not be so nervous, right? Besides, the girls slayed Coachella believe it or not.
Heading to the dressing room, Karina heard Winter calling for her. Turning around she saw Winter running approaching her. " I want to talk with you about something. " She held the older's hand and pulled her to the quieter place they could find there.
" Why, Minjeong-ah? " Every seconds passed between them made her anxious as she is waiting for Winter to say something.
" I have been wanting to ask you this since this morning.. " The gray haired girl started and looked around not wanting any suspicious eyes nor ears listening to their conversation.
" What is it? Just tell me " Karina swear to got she is getting more nervous. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Winter whispers, "I saw you earlier at the Yogurt place. You were eyeing that guy. Is it what i think it is? " And by that, Karina could feel herself started to blushing. Her mind started to playback the scene earlier at the Yogurt stall where she stared at the guy for god knows how long. She thought that no one saw her but she was wrong.
it was Winter.
" wha-what are you talking about, Winter-ah?? It's n-not what you think! " Karina yelled causes Winter shushed Karina because of sudden loud voice. " Don't talk so loud, unnie! People will know us here! "
" Besides, how come you noticed me looking at him? You must have been staring at him too right? Then you noticed it was not only you who did that, right? " Karina fought back. Winter widened her eyes and fidgeting with her fingers. Now, Winter is the one who is blushing. "N-no i am not. Besides if you do, i just want to tell you that i know who he is. " Winter winked at Karina which made her interest to know more about that mysterious guy becomes higher. Shaking her head, Karina replied,
" Why would i want to know about him? I was just curious at that moment. Nothing more. " Winter giggled and pulled out her phone. Probably searching for something.
" Besides, i don't know why i became so curious. Like, why would i wanna know about him? Really frustrated with myself " She hissed as she hugged herself and leaned to the van.
" ah! I found it! " Winter showed her, her phone showing a twitter of Stray Kids's recent Instagram post that the fans reposted earlier. " And why am i looking at Stray Kids's post? "
" Look at this friend of theirs. Is it him? The guy at the Yogurt place? He wore the same shirt and-- and it is that guy! He's trending all of sudden.." Winter kept scrolling down the tweets from Stays talking about this friend of SKZ's. Apparently, he is the eye candy of every one who saw him !
before the two girls could continue stalking the person, their manager called for them
" Aish there you two! Come! We need to start get ready to go back! " She yelled pulling them back into the backstage.
luckily for these two, the manager did not see what they were up to. Or else they would be busted and bombarded with lots of questions and stuff.
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hi, thank you for answering! (and sorry for accidentally spelling his name wrong, that’s literally so embarrassing but i was in a hurry😅)
i would like to just submit a regular request with ryung-gu where the reader is the childhood best friend of joon-woong but dies at the beginning of the show (she was murdered) but is reunited with him as she also joins ryeon’s team. secretly, she tries to find the guy who murdered her to get revenge.
she has a weird feeling around ryun-gu and also gets suspicious as he’s clearly avoiding her. after a while of working with them, she finds out that they were lovers in a past life, connected through the red thread of fate, before he died after what happened to his mother and leaving her alone in the process. as they try to find and stop the guy who killed the reader from killing other innocent people, she learns to forgive ryung-gu and they fall in love again.
you said u wanted it to be specific and i tried to come up with as much detail as i could; hope this isn’t too specific now. :)
This is gonna pull at my heartstrings while I write this....I hope you enjoy this request!!!~~~
Summary: Long ago, Ryung-gu and Y/n were 'star-crossed' lovers, separated by the chains of social status. Her being from a wealthy upper-class family with scholars and him, a genius born in the slums. On her way from a visit at her close friends home and to see her lover, Y/n is kidnapped and murdered, her body left splayed out in the cold. Four centuries later, Y/n is now an official reaper at Jumadeung and joins the Risk Management team. Tensions rise as she attempts to seek revenge on her killer and memories begin to pop up with each interaction she has with her team member, Ryung-gu.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of murder and kidnapping, friends-to-frenemies, fluff. Not proof-read.
Word Count: 1.6k words
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Lover's Reunited (Ryung-gu x Reader)
Y/n's Pov
"Welcome to the team, Y/n. I hope you're ready for everything that comes your way." Ryeon said as I followed her into the Risk Management's Team Office. "I'm ready for anything." I answered. Once we entered the office, my eyes drifted across the room and connected to a pair of widened ones. " Ryung-gu, Jun-woong, this is L/n Y/n. She's now the newest member of the Risk Management Team. Ryung-gu, could you show here a quick little rundown of how we operate?"
Turning my head in the direction of her question, I made eye contact with the handsomest man ever. I waited a few seconds for his answer, but all he did was stare at me. "Is there, uh, something on my face?" I asked, starting to feel a bit awkward from his harsh stare. That seemed to snap him out of his daze. "Sorry, umm, let me give you a tour of our day-to-day agenda and how we keep track of our job." He stumbled, his cheeks gaining a light flush to them. "Great! I can't wait to start."
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Ryung-gu's Pov
The day was going by slowly as I waited for my shift to come to an end. Jun-woong and I were currently finishing up our latest mission reports when Ryeon came walking in, except she wasn't alone. "Ryung-gu, Jun-woong, this is L/n Y/n. She's now the newest member of the Risk Management Team. Ryung-gu, could you show here a quick little rundown of how we operate?" She asked.
The question just went through one ear and out the other. 'It couldn't be her, could it?' I thought, my eyes widening in surprise as I got a look at the person behind Ryeon. It was Y/n. Standing right in front of me, it was her. It's been at least four centuries since I last saw her. But, she's here.
"Is there, uh, something on my face?" She asked, touching her face. Her voice sounded the exact same, but not trying to make her feel any more awkward, I answered. "Sorry, umm, let me give you a tour of our day-to-day agenda and how we keep track of our job." I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up a little. "Great! I can't wait to start." She chirped.
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Y/n's Pov
It's been a little over 6 months since I joined the RM team. With each chance I got after every mission, I got closer and closer to finding out where and who my killer was. That was my sole purpose for joining this team. Only problem, Ryung-gu seems to be avoiding me ever since my first day on the job.
However, there was no time for worrying about it. "Hey, listen to me. I've been where you are. Feeling like you couldn't do anything to prevent him from his death? Feeling like it should've been you instead of him? It's natural for that to happen. It's why people call it grief. But, let me tell you, he wouldn't have wanted you to do this. He wants to believe that he'll see you again in the next life and the one after that. So, trust me when I say, it's going to get better. It's going to be like hell going through it, but it will get better. So, take my hand and I'll help you start the journey to healing." I spoke, reaching my hand out to the young girl in front of me.
"Do you really believe that? That we'll be together again?" The girl sobbed. "Yes, I do. Now, grab my hand." She hesitated for a bit, but she stepped down from the ledge and ran into my arms. Collapsing on the floor, I cradled her in my arms and let her cry until she calmed down.
"Thank you. I know that's probably weird to say after everything, but I really mean it." "There's no need to thank me, now let's get you home and out of this cold. "
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"Hey, Y/n, great work today. She seemed to really trust you." Jun-woong chimed, setting down a coffee right in front of me. "Thanks, you are a life-saver. But, it wasn't much. I just understood where she was coming from. When I was younger, I went through the same thing when my brother died in battle. The only person I could really trust after that was my best friend. But, I don't really remember much after my death so..."
We continued to chat until I noticed Ryung-gu walking into the room, looking troubled. "Ryung-gu, what's up? You seem worried." I asked. "It's nothing. The Director wants to see you. Something about your report." He answered. "Oh, okay....well, I guess I'll see you guys in a few."
Finishing up my coffee, I quickly made my way to the Director. On my way there, I bumped shoulders with someone. I turned to apologize but froze up. "Y-you...You!" I growled, my blood starting to boil. The man turned and I got a clear look at his face. It was the man that murdered me.
Letting out a scream, I ran and tackled him to the ground. The both of us grunted as we made contact to the ground. I began throwing punches left and right, each blow I let out a yell. What felt like hours was actually minutes. Soon enough, I felt arms wrap around me and Ryung-gu's voice flooding my ears. "Y/n, stop! He's not worth it!" "It is worth it! He killed me! He killed me and my brother!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Ryung-gu and Jun-woong, who showed up minutes later, pulled me off the guy who was smirking at me. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" A booming voice echoed deep in the hall. Reapers on every side stood silent as the Director came closer to the scene. “Who escorted this criminal in this building?” “No one. I came here on my own…” He stated, a cold smirk still lying on his face. I struggled in Ryung-gu’s grasp, just wanting to land one, killing strike on this asshole.
“YOU LIAR! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME! TO MY FAMILY!!!” “You deserved what came to you. Your father owed huge debts and when he couldn’t pay himself, I did it for him.” He chortled in a sarcastic tone. “After all, it ended well for you. You’re back with your lowly lover, Lim Ryung-gu, so you should be thanking me.”
‘What….?’ I thought, anger slowly turning into confusion. Apparently, that amused him. “Oh, she never told you? The Director here sealed off your memories with him with MY recommendation. My plan to get away with it would’ve gone smoothly if you hadn’t started meddling with him or his team.” He spoke. “Enough!” The Director hissed before turning to another reaper. “Call for the Escort team’s best reaper and have them escort this man to the punishment room. Mr.Lim, if you could bring Y/n to my chambers. I will explain everything in great detail very soon. Everyone else, please continue on with your previous duties. That is enough discord for today.” She ordered, shuffling down the corridor .
As she walked off, Ryung-gu brought me into her office as instructed. Once we reached the door, I stopped in my tracks. “Did you know…?” I whispered. “What?” “Did you know? About me losing my memories? About our past together?” I cried, whipping my head in his direction with tears beading in the corners of my eyes. Ryung-gu’s once stoic expression softened into one of guilt and embarrassment. “Yes, I did.” He answered. “How long did you know?” “Since your first day here. When I saw you enter the office, I was in disbelief. I tried convincing myself that it was someone that looked like you, but after every mission, the more I came to terms with the truth. That you were real. Everything was confirmed when the Director called me into her office. She told me the truth about how you died, how you murdered. It took a long time for you to be reincarnated as a reaper and for our ties to appear again. I’m sorry that I kept this from you, I just didn’t know how to tell you properly.”
Each word he spoke was genuine and I knew it was the truth. Turning around to face him, I placed a gentle hand on his cheek and softly caressed it. “I- I’m sorry it took so long to come back to you. I’m so, so sorry” I sobbed. Ryung-gu pulled into his warm embrace, stroking my head as my tears soaked into his clothes. We sat like this for what felt like ages before we separated.
“I see you both have resolved everything on your own.” The Director spoke, her presence becoming known as she entered the room. “This day was never supposed to work out this way, but fate can be wildly mysterious. So, tell me, what will you two do now?” We turned to look at each other before I answered. “I think…We’ll do what we’ve always done. And that’s to help the ones who need it and we’ll do it together.” “Together.”
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Author’s Note: Here we are, Anon. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Ryung-gu ended up being a teddy bear type of guy, but that’s how I see him. I’ve added in the small detail of Y/n having a brother and the relationship between them and Ryung-gu already established. If any one has any commission requests, I leave a link down below on how to request them. If you’d like to be added to the fandom taglist, leave a like and a comment. With that being said, Stay Classy~~
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Double Dog Dare You Chapter 3
Eric's POV
Eric stood next to the net, a bored expression permanently plastered onto his face. When he was promised a leadership job right out of initiation, he had grand hopes of sitting in some gilded office, holding secret meetings and making high level decisions. Guess that was the Erudite in him. He sure as hell wasn't expecting to have to babysit a bunch of snot-nosed kids (sure, they were only a year younger than him, but who's counting?) and writing a bunch of cringe ass names on a chalkboard. Seriously, these soon-to-be-Dauntless kids were so uncreative. Wow, another Inferno. Great, not like we don't have five thousand of those running around this faction.
Eric watched with the same boredom as a girl in a Candor outfit fell into the net with her eyes shut. Here comes our second jumper. God, somebody put a .38 to his head already. "What's your name, initiate," Eric asked, fighting the urge to yawn.
The fact that she took a minute to think meant she was going to be picking yet another stupid ass "courageous" Dauntless name. Great. Yet another beacon of originality for this faction.
"Ariel. My name is Ariel." Seriously? Like the little fucking mermaid? That's not even badass. Also she wasn't even a redhead. "That's a stupid name," he scoffed, partly for the release of letting his increasingly more intrusive thoughts win, and partly because Eric was a massive sadist (and owned it!) who took great pleasure in putting others down.
"Really? What's your name? I bet it's so much better." Damn, bitter much? Eric must have really struck a nerve with that one. Nice. "Eric," he replied, leaning in. "You'd better remember that name because I am personally going to ensure that your new life here is a living hell."
"Eric?" she asked curiously.
"Hm?" he replied, pleased by the more subservient change in her demeanor.
"You'd better remember to use some Tic-Tacs next time," she smirked. Excuse her? What the fuck did she just say to him? Oh no. Hell no. No no no. He could verbally beat people up but he was a Dauntless leader and this little bitch was not about to disrespect him. Uh uh.
"You're going to regret ever opening your mouth, initiate" he threatened, getting as close to her as he could while the members behind him restrained him from actually touching her. He made a mental note to fire them later.
As soon as he had finished that sentence, she brought up a can of something and sprayed it into his open mouth. Minty. Wintermint, perhaps? Well, she'd be begging for winter when he sent her down to the fiery depths of hell where she belonged.
After showing the rowdy bunch of ragtag miscreants to their dorm rooms, Eric couldn't give less of a shit about being the next Dauntless HGTV rep and giving them some grand damn tour of the place, so he led them straight to the training room.
He needed to blow off some steam, so he grabbed his favorite Rock Island 1911 and began to show them some basic shooting stances. He fired off a few rounds, all of which hit the center of the bullseye, of course. Eric was practically the Annie Oakley of Dauntless and he took great pride in that fact.
He walked around the room observing the initiates as they pitifully attempted to handle a loaded gun for the first time, thankful yet also somewhat disappointed that no one had managed to blow off a body part just yet.
Then he got over to that mermaid bitch, observing the holes in the outer rings of her target. "Figures you wouldn't be able to get anything right on your first day," Eric sneered, towering over her to intimidate her. "Here," he said, roughly shoving her limbs into position, grateful for the opportunity, however slim, to pull that smart-mouthed bitch apart without some tight-ass security guard holding him back.
"A thank you seems to be in order, initiate," Eric toyed with her. She took a deep breath as he smirked. Finally this bitch was learning. "Eric, go to hell."
Ha. Ha. Ha fucking ha. Oh wow she should be doing stand up at the Apollo. God, she was just the next fucking Robin Williams wasn't she?
He grabbed her arm and yanked her over to the ring. Let's see how funny she was when he was pummeling a fist into her mouth.
He announced the fight to the rest of the audience, taking great joy at their fearful expressions. Ah, if only he had riled the same anxiety out of her. But no matter. All in due time. He just needed to show her that he could beat the living shit out of her in 10 seconds flat. Then the fear would come.
He sent some very powerful punches her way, but her lithe body enabled her to have quick reflexes such that she managed to dodge all of them. Eric was growing increasingly frustrated, until he had a nice little haymaker in line to make a perfect beeline to her temple. Bingo.
He felt her hand grab his wrist and in the next instance he was lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling trying not to groan at the throbbing pain in his head. Well she wasn't the only one with some tricks up her sleeve.
Eric kicked up at her and jumped up to his feet again. He tackled her to the ground and jabbed her in the ribs. He was absolutely going to win this fight, but he had to admit, no one in Dauntless, male or female, initiate or member, had ever lasted that long in a round against him. Had Eric been a stronger man, he would have tamped down the erection that thought gave him, but as this fight seemed to be demonstrating, Eric was a very, very weak man.
"This fight isn't nearly over," he whispered, trying to reclaim his fragile masculinity. She gave him a smile that make his southern friend expand while she leaned in as if she were going to kiss him. Eric couldn't help but hold his breath in anticipation. A woman who could almost (almost being the key word) kick his ass and also wanted to fuck him? Hell yes. He needed a good lay, and Eric never told anyone, but he loved fighting as a form of foreplay.
"Eric," she whispered in a breathy voice that gave him a quick vision of what their night would be like, "go to hell."
Eric lie flat on his back. Unbelievable. Well, it certainly took long enough. Finally, he had a real challenge.
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Hey Author! I've been reading your posts and I'm really enjoying your writing. I saw that you've been asking for some requests and I have one for you. Could I please get a headcanon on Vampire!Le Sserafim going out at a nightclub, looking for their next meal. They find you, the reader, with a rare blood type that's considered a delicacy in vampire culture. They decide to isolate you and trap you in an alleyway. It isn't until you say "You need to realize I'm not trapped here with you, you're trapped here with me" that they realize that their next meal turns out to be a vampire hunter.
Once again, please and thank you!
Le Sserafim headcanon - Vampire!AU - Vampire!Le Sserafim trapped by the Hunter!Reader
Requests are open
Hello! I'm loving this request, it's so specific and interesting to write. In addition i'm having a lot of fun with the AUs. I hope that the result satisfy you.
Vampire!Le Sserafim X GN!Hunter!Reader
Reader's Pov
Vampires, uh? Fascinating creatures. Some love them and some hate them. Some fear them and some cheer for them. But how much do we really know about them?
Little, to be honest. However the episode i'm about to tell you surely will help you to know them better.
You must know that Hybe, one of the most important company of the country is ruled by vampires, but they are not all the same. Oh no, it would be too easy. There are different clan.
The one I will talk about today is the latest, the new entry, the one composed by the youngest vampires, an in particular, all women.
But enough with the notions from school book. Let's get into the action.
That night you were definitely too well-dressed for your destination: a nightclub. To be precise one of the most famous of the city: the Sour Grapes.
Even before entering the club, you noticed something unusual. This pretty young girl was a few steps from the local and she was just minding her business.
But when you passed by her, she looked into your eyes and give you her biggest smile. It melted your heart. And then she started talking to you.
"Hello, who are you?" "Hi, lovely girl, I'm Y/N, and you?" "I'm Eunchae, nice to meet you! Are you going to the Sour Grapes?" "Yes, indeed, why?" "Oh, well, I was thinking that someone with such a beautiful suit shouldn't be lining up, would you like to enter through the staff entrance?"
You were surprised by the sweetness and confidence of this teenager, but you were also worried about another thing. "Yes, Eunchae, I would love, but are you not too much young to work in such a place?" "And are you not too much classy to visit such a place?".
"Touché" you thought. "However", she continued, "don't worry, I only work in kitchen. Now come with me!" Said that she grabbed your hands and she took by you in the alleway.
You two entered in the club and for just a moment you were displaced by the lights and sounds of the local. But with help of the little Chae, you overcomed them in no time.
After few minutes Eunchae started running towards a person, while calling her name, "KURA-CHAN!".
The person, that you presumed to be japanese by her nickname, hugged the younger one and then looked at you for seconds that seemed hours. She was not just looking at you, she was staring as she was judging you.
The moments ended because Eunchae introduced you and explained you that Sakura, her complete name, was the nightclub's manager.
"Oh, Eunchae, you did a great job! Such a beautiful person should be a guest of the Sour Grapes. Now leave this to me. And go talking to Chaewon, she needs to be...informed".
That’s when you knew the game had started
From there you said bye to the maknae and let Sakura show you her local: the tables, the pole dance poles and the bar.
Here she started talking to the bartender, "Yujin-ah, do you see this beautiful face? Well, tonight everything is on the house for this face. So, do your best to satisfy Y/N."
Yujin bowed to her superior, then started talking with you. "Hello gorgeous, what can I do for you?". You thought about it one second, maybe two, and with the utmost nonchalance, you said...
"A Bloody Mary". Yunjin looked at you with a giant smirk on her face. When you asked her about it, she only answered "Oh, I just found it funny, because it's my favorite cocktail".
She gave you the cocktail and then has shown you the way to the best spot to watch the pole dancers. But before you went, she said "If you need anything, just raise a hand and someone will come to you"
With the red liquid in your hand, you reached the spot Yunjin pointed to you. You sat on a comfy sofà and started chilling.
After few seconds a girl approached the pole and started looking at you. She was pale, beautiful and her facial features so delicate. You two didn't talk actually, but you did it with your eyes.
A man near the DJ announced with a micro "And now starts the show of Kazuha, the Japanese swan". And he was damn right. Her elegance on the pole was incredible. Sometimes it seemed to you the she almost floated.
You were mesmerized by her performance. You could have stay here for hours without stopping watching her, but someone interrupted you.
It was this man clearly drunk, more gel than hair and the shirt which was about to explode due to his belly. "Look at you, all alone in this dark place, do you need some company?"
You simply looked into his eyes and said "No, go away". You must have hurt his pride because his drunk face turned into an angry espression.
"How dare you tell me what to do? You'll pay for this, you stupid b-". His rant stopped because out of nowhere he collapsed. You thought he just passed out because he was drunk as hell.
Actually it was not the reason. In fact right behind the figure of the big man, there was a short girl with the bob haircut.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, I hope this asshole didn't bother you too much. I'm Chaewon, the head of the security, and I would like to give you my honest apologies".
So she was Chaewon. You told her that it was all good, but she insisted to help you to clean up. In fact the drunk man, falling on the floor, spilled part of his drink on you.
At the end you accepted, so she started to guide you towards the toilet. But you were not that stupid and you know perfectly that you were going to the opposite direction.
So when you ended up in the initial alleyway, you were not surprised. And you were not surprised neither by the fact that outside Kazuha, Sakura, Yunjin and Eunchae were waiting for you.
Chaewon, behind you, pushed you in the middle of the group. "It must be our lucky day, girls, such a rare bloody type is quite something to find", said Sakura.
"Even better if it comes to you on its own legs. Come on girls, let's start the meal". Finished Yunjin. All the girls let their sharp canines go out.
Tsk tsk. Young vampires...how boring. They are so predictable and ingenuos. You could simply take your silver gun and end them in few minutes, but why do not have a bit of fun?
At the first step they made towards you, you simply took off your coat. They freezed. "What is this smell? It's terrible. I can't breath." Said the maknae.
"Oh, this? This is pink garlic of Agrigento, Sicily. One of the best vampire repellent", you answered.
"Why did we not smell till now? Kazuha asked. "How did you know our identities?" was the question of Chaewon.
"Why? How? What? Oh, come on, girls, this is not school. I have rare blood type, as you said, so I live with a target on my back. Being prepared is the minimum".
The girls at that point were about to pass out. It was a matter of seconds. While the blacking out, the last thing they heard was your voice. "Thanks for the night, girls, I had fun. I have been your guest, so be mine for a bit. Goodnight".
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Dimples Extras: Part Three
My (likely) final part to BTS stuff for my ResDogs fic Dimples.
Part one was about the original outline. Part two the order of events.
Part three is the cut portion of chapter five: The Trial. From beginning, leading up to the very moment it cuts to the fic proper.
So-
Why cut it?
The chapter felt a little light, initially. Encountered this before, with Dimples, and added the first two chapter/POVs to bulk things out. Thought I could do the same here. Very much got carried away.
The cons: Much of the arguments/dialogue only really work if this were a manslaughter trial, not armed robbery. So, while I feel it's adequate enough, it's not really what the story needs.
The pros: I loved the change to Keats' POV at the beginning. Larry's sass, Pink's vulnerability. The character witnesses? Callbacks to previous events in canon/fanfic? I was really proud of my efforts. Alas, it didn't fit, so it got cut. Gets to live on here, though.
Before the outtake proper, if you're looking for legal true crime drama written by someone who actually knows what they're doing, I highly recommend 'And the Sea Will Tell' by Vincent Bugliosi and Bruce Henderson. Literally the brain rot that took hold and made me think 'I can write that!' No, no I cannot. Very well done and does a great job in humanizing all involved, most importantly the victims. Bugliosi is truly one of the GOATs.
CHAPTER FIVE: The Trial
Their second meeting in as many weeks, and Keats gets down to business, “I imagine the two of you will be pleading not guilty?”
“I mean, it’s the only way this’ll work, right?” Pink asks.
“Mostly because if we plead guilty, that implies we’ve cut a deal.” Larry says.
“Which means we’ll get cut.”
“Okay, that aside, I have a task for you two.” Keats takes a long drag, holds, exhales, “I need you to make me a list, ready by my next visit. I want, need, the both of you to come up with at least ten names apiece.”
Larry’s already gearing up to argue, to which Keats raises a hand, “Not to snitch on, but people you know. People who can vouch for you.”
“Character witnesses?” Pink guesses.
“Exactly.”
“Thought we were paying you to do that for us?” Larry snarks.
“Oh, you want me to be a mind-reader? I’m supposed to just know who you’ve interacted with, who likes you, who doesn’t?” he stubs out his cigarette. He tears two sheets of paper from his notepad, and passes them two pieces of jail-approved crayon, “Parents?”
“Dead.” Larry says. Pink echoes the sentiment.
“Siblings?”
“Dead.” Larry quickly, blandly replies.
“Only child.” Pink starts to sink further into his seat.
“Aunts, uncles, cousins?”
Larry stares at him, as if the answer’s obvious.
“They don’t want nothing to do with me.” Pink grumbles.
“Former employers?”
Larry’s expression remains stony, “I’ve never worked a real job in my life.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Real, legit, respectable. A nine-to-five? Never did those.”
Pink says, “I worked at a movie theatre when I was seventeen. All my coworkers were the same age, just about. A real ‘inmates running the asylum’ kind of thing.”
Keats sighs. It was going to be a long day.
The third meeting, and both of Keats’ clients only manage to gather five names each. He frowns, but it’s better than nothing.
“Will any of these people have something bad to say?” he asks, reading down the first list.
“I mean, maybe.” Pink shrugs.
“When the prosecution does cross-exams, that could come up.” Keats bites back a laugh, “Unless all the good things these picks have to say are really pitiful, doing the prosecution’s job for them.”
“Careful there, Keats, you sound a little too choked up about that.” Larry stares at him.
He lays the papers flat on the metal table, looking first from grumpy-and-sarcastic to grumpy-and-sad, “You do know that you’ll be found guilty? No matter what?”
“I mean, in essence, sure.” Pink nods, arms crossed, “All for show.”
“The jury, unless it’s a particularly dense pool, will find the two of you guilty of armed robbery. The person in that courtroom, the only one that matters, that we need to try and impress, is the judge. Because,” he continues just as both his clients were about to speak, “the judge liking you, sympathizing, being amused or convinced by you will be the difference between ten years and thirty.”
“Do you-” Pink starts, stops, begins again, “Do you expect us to take the stand?”
“Fuck no. That’d be a disaster. That’s why I need character witnesses.”
Silently, Larry motions for his paper to be passed back over. Keats complies, and the other scribbles down a couple more names. Gives it back.
“Thank you.” that’s the first bit of civil cooperation during the whole meeting. He looks to Pink, who for a second appears guilty, like he can’t return the gesture. That’s gone a moment later, replaced with a look of indifference. Keats decides to make things a little lighter, “I expect you to get ten years, at best.” he says to the younger man, “Him?” he gestures to Larry, “Will be lucky if he gets twenty.”
The smirk on Pink’s face is rewarding, and Keats suddenly realizes just why it was so easy for a cop to go to bat for these two idiots.
Finally, trial day arrives. Dressed in cheap suits eerily similar to their heist garb, Larry and Pink are shuffled into the courtroom. Larry spots Freddy, sitting several rows back directly behind the defense’s side. He hates having to look away. They are seated, only to stand as the judge enters. The honorable Patricia Mendez takes her seat. ‘So, this is who we have to impress?’
The District Attorney starts things off, stating just what the county wants done with the two of them, “Our goal here, today, ladies and gentlemen, is to begin the process of proving that the defendants sitting here before you robbed a jewelry store, setting off a chain of events that lead to the biggest tragedy of all.” he gets to that line, lets the implication hang there, and then steps back, “We hope that, by the end of this trial, you will do the right thing, and find these two guilty of armed robbery with intent to endanger and harm.”
Keats gets in front of the courtroom, and says “I will not argue that my clients were part of this robbery.” With that sentence alone, the room erupts with the buzz of conversation, “However, to say that they willfully endangered people? Intended for harm to be done?” Keats shakes his head, as if the very idea were ridiculous, “By the end of this trial, you will see that my clients wanted nothing more than diamonds, and a clean getaway. And how colleagues of theirs, that they didn’t even personally know, turned it into a bloodbath, and how the defendants shouldn’t have to pay for the actions of the dead.”
“What the fuck?” Larry hisses, the sounds of an equally outraged crowd drowning him out.
“Maybe he’s trying to make us relatable?” Pink shrugs, “I mean, I know this is all for show, but I didn’t think he’d throw it like this.”
The order of events is presented by the prosecution. Security footage, though grainy as shit, can only clearly show Blonde- Vega- doing the killing. There’s also plenty of footage of the whole crew, Larry and Pink included, waving guns about. The prosecution plants the idea that everyone knew what kind of loose cannon Vega was. Even now, it makes Larry’s blood boil. That shit was never supposed to go down like that. Vega ruined everything.
Mr. Keats gets up there and plays the reasonable doubt card. You don’t know for certain the others’ guns are loaded. You certainly can’t tell from the footage if the safety’s on or off. Everyone shared weapons, at least six different fingerprints pulled from each. Everyone else was a criminal, but a professional. Vega was unhinged. Ultimately, the goal is to make the jury separate the crew’s intentions from what Vega did spontaneously.
Evidence is next wheeled out. Dozens of guns, recovered mostly from the dead bodies of Pink and White’s crew, are put on display to ask the nonverbal question; if there was never an intention to pull the trigger, why pack so much firepower? On its own separate table is the elusive bag of diamonds. Pink looks at it oddly. “They’ve been dippin’ into our stash.” he whispers.
“What?”
“There’s less diamonds than before.”
Larry isn’t surprised to know the cops are crooked, but is a little interested, “How can you tell?”
“I’m the only one who held them, remember?” He’s talking like it’s a family heirloom that got wrongly wrapped-up in the case, and solely belongs to Pink.
There’s a piece of paper that sits next to the bag of diamonds. The prosecution points to this, explaining it to be a receipt from the diner they ate at, just minutes before doing the heist. The DA reads off every item of food ordered, trying to paint a visceral picture in the minds of the jury, that, even after a big meal, people like this can more than stomach work like that. It’d almost be comical, if decades behind bars weren’t on the line.
The DA picks up a bloodied straight razor with a gloved hand, and starts to explain what Vega used it for, which causes Keats to object, “This piece of evidence had nothing to do with the robbery, or even the jewelry store.”
The prosecutor counters, “It’s establishing the character of the people the defendants worked with.”
The judge allows discussion of the razor, a brief mention of rookie cop Marvin Nash, but clarifies to the jury to disregard it as part of the main charge. Character building only, the judge warns, and that there will be a line that can’t be crossed.
The evidence portion concludes, with a surprising lack of forensic evidence, or lab technicians on the stand, and the first day of the trial comes to an end.
The next day is dedicated to character witnesses, a chance for both sides to humanize/demonize the defendants at length.
First is the waitress from the diner, the day of the robbery. Miss Marlena Lopez takes the stand, as the judge smiles warmly at her.
“What’s that about?” Pink whispers to Keats.
“Eh, judge has got a soft spot for waitresses. It’s how she paid her way through law school.”
Larry looks over in time to see Pink mouth the words ‘fuck me’ before catching himself.
Early twenties, college student, waitress since she was sixteen. Says she saw all these men in suits and thought they must be white collar types, getting ready for a big meeting. Agreed to wait their table, hoping for a big tip from well-off customers. They ate, drank, and talked loudly and crudely for the better part of an hour. By the end, the bill was sizable, and the tip pitiful. Aside from that, they weren’t standouts from their usual customers, and otherwise behaved themselves.
Keats gets up there to see if Ms. Lopez had anything particular to add about his clients, “Just that they thought they were being more slick than they were. The skinny one there tried to justify not tipping me.”
“Oh. Ah-”
“And the old guy went on about how much of an asshole that one was being. Real feminist type. I liked him.” she blushes, looks over to the judge, “Sorry, ma’am.”
“You’re fine.” she gives a warm smile, and just for a moment glances over at Pink.
The retired chief of police from Milwaukee, Wisconsin takes the stand, describing the various offenses on Larry Dimmick’s local rap sheet. Stealing things from an early age, picking fights in school, then at various jobs, then against other criminals. How this wasn’t the first time he’s been charged with armed robbery. Keats, on cross-exam, got out of the retired chief the fact that a lot of charges against Dimmick, of a more serious nature, didn’t stick because of a technicality, and shouldn’t be compared to what he’s currently on trial for.
Pink, with the shorter career, and a knack for fleeing the scene, didn’t have as serious of a witness against him. Who did choose to testify against him, however, was the principal of his old high school, then just a VP. She describes Pink as a youth; a loner, no friends, only ran track and took part in no other extracurricular activities. Was severely bullied for the first half of his freshman year, and then, after winter break, returned to school to not return the favor by fighting, but by offering his bullies access to the test keys for end of year exams. Only to give them fake ones, causing them all to fail, which no one found out about until the next school year.
Next, from the club Joe and company frequented, is the bartender. A younger guy named Justin Andrews. A newer hire, worked at the club for about six months before the Cabots showed up for their latest scheme. Andrews had spotted the crew right away, marking them as trouble, and told his employer. His boss then said not to worry about it, they’re good customers. Justin goes on record saying he never liked the look of any of them, what with talking in hushed tones, staring down strangers that got too close to their table. Larry leans over to Keats, and tells him that is all bullshit, you couldn’t whisper to anybody in a joint like that. They had drinks and a good time, bothered no one. Keats listens and uses just this during cross exam, making Mr. Andrews more than a little flustered.
Another bartender is called, this time from the place only White and Orange visited. A man closer to Larry’s age named Mike Sloan, he testifies to the defendant and another man coming in and minding their own business, when another patron, completely blasted, starts to try and pick a fight. Explains the situation leading up to it, his date for the night getting pissed and throwing her drink at him, and the man proceeding to make everyone else very uncomfortable. How Larry tried to verbally calm things down, and that his companion engaged the drunk patron in a fight. That by the time the two left, the instigator on the ground, a pocket knife was found laying next to him, and that it in fact belonged to said drunkard. Keats uses this to show that his client (at least one) was not prone to violence, even in the face of having a weapon drawn on him. That Larry even tried de-escalation. Pink looks over at Larry, a little surprised, himself.
It being late in the day, the judge declares that the court reconvene tomorrow, where witness testimony proper will begin.
Day three starts off with a bang; a survivor of the jewelry store, an employee who hid in the manager’s office.
Sheryll Pryor is middle-aged, shy, timid. She recalls hearing a man declare that everyone needed to get down on the ground, that a robbery was taking place. She locked and barricaded the office door, and could see nothing. Just heard sirens, then shooting. “Is that exactly as it happened?” Keats asks, and she confirms it once more.
Testimony of a survivor, one that refused to appear in court, is read aloud by the DA. That one of the deceased, Vic Vega, began shooting at the employees, the customers. Keats crosses this, asking if the witness mentioned anything about hearing sirens. The prosecution says no.
Keats calls Pryor back to the stand, to ask how long she worked at the store. Five years is her reply. In that time, had she ever experienced hearing something clearly in the manager’s office, only for people in the main store to be unawares? Yes, frequently, is her answer.
In the way of law enforcement, few are called to testify. Before the first day of trial, Keats explained to his clients why this would be the case; the LAPD knows there’s something off about their own accounts, and doesn’t want to draw too much attention to it, such as the lack of concern over the disappearance of Officer Nash, or the slow response time to the warehouse as soon as Joe Cabot entered the building. Things of this nature would be embarrassing, should it come up. Only the most necessary or experienced would be allowed to testify, for the sake of minimizing the damage.
One such person is a Detective Thompson, lead on the case. He describes arriving on the scene, apprehending one of the defendants who carried the bag of stolen diamonds. Next, of entering the warehouse, and seeing all of the bodies strewn about. Of the other defendant holding an undercover agent hostage, threatening to shoot. How, despite warnings, he still pulled the trigger.
For the first time in several moments, Larry remembers to breathe. It feels like hours, but Thompson finally leaves the stand. As he passes, the detective gives Larry and Pink, but mostly Larry, the tiniest of smirks. Larry feels cold sweat break out along his back.
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Make Your Move by Heather Garvin
Abbie Linley loves her small-town life. Leaving for college may be the next step for her friends, but she’s not ready to walk away from the horses. She’d happily keep her world the same, but everything around her seems to be changing.
Starting with her gruff, new farrier.
Carson Daniels’s only job is to shoe horses, but he gets more than he bargained for when he shows up at the Linley’s barn. The last thing he needs is to get distracted by the owner’s beautiful daughter—even if she’s the only good thing he can say about Florida.
It would never work. She has a boyfriend. And he’s leaving.
Between his dry sense of humor and her ever-growing realization that her boyfriend isn’t all he’s cracked up to be, Abbie and Carson can’t seem to stay away from each other.
Abbie thought she had realistic expectations about love. Carson went and raised the bar on all of them. She would never ask him to stay for her. He won’t ask her to go with him. But they’ll make the most of the time they have left.
It’s only one summer, but maybe that’s okay—maybe they can put it all behind them.
Or maybe it will fuel a love they could never forget.
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I was part of the ARC team of Heather Garvin again, with this amazing book this time, and I’m so grateful for this opportunity and to have met such a lovely and understanding person. I’m writing this review because I loved the book and everyone who likes those topics and tropes (and maybe some people that not) should read it.
I’m not even going to sugarcoat it, I loved Carson at first encounter. I already had some spoiler-y sights of him before getting to start reading, so I knew I was going to love him anyway.
The one thing that surprised me, after all those stories I had read and all those ARC teams I have been in, is that the story was only in Abbie’s POV. And it was refreshing. It makes me remember how real life works, which is kind of weird, I know. But worked to put some things in perspective.
We really need to communicate in a healthy way. Yeah, I know that seems to be the only thing I talk about, but it’s a need to prioritize it. Just talking about things and communicating aren’t the same things, and we saw it here with Abbie and Seth and Carson. If we aren’t honest with our intentions, we can’t really make a lot of things work, and though there are a lot of details that can (or not) help, communication is always a good, if not great, way.
I understood Abbie during the first part because, well, the situation was close to my heart, I have lived through that more times than I would like (zero, that is), but I didn’t suffer there. I would have pretty much liked for her to pass some time alone before going headfirst to the second part, but I also understand when emotions and feelings are going around, it’s healthier to just hear them out. She had a part when she acknowledged it, so for it, I’m not leaning heavily on it. She knew better than me what was better for her, didn’t she? I suffered during the second part.
It’s that, from the start, the story, the setting, and the characters are telling you, screaming to you, what’s going to happen. And even when I wanted the opposite, I’m no one to change the course of a story that’s already written. I didn’t want it to happen, but I have no force to stop it, so I suffered and accepted it, and it was hard anyway. The toughest part was when you discover that what you always thought will happen, don’t happen. Of course, I was happy! Thrilled! But I couldn’t help but think that all the emotions I brewed during the whole story were wasted! Why did they make me suffer that way when the story was going to end how I like them to do?!
Well, that’s how you know you like a story, right?
Phrases that I liked so much that I marked them while reading
«Horseback riding fuels my soul, but as I run my hands through my sweat-soaked hair, I can’t help envying those with cooler passions—physically cooler. There are endless hobbies I could have chosen. Not something like cliff diving or wakeboarding. And I’m down for the count when it comes to anything that requires me throwing a ball, but I’m sure with a little time I could have found something.
Who am I kidding? Riding is in my blood. It’s what I live and breathe, and even though I spend most of my days drenched in sweat, I wouldn’t have it any other way.»
— One.
«I swear he gives me a dubious look, but I might be projecting my own concerns.»
— One.
«“What? Can’t a guy think his girlfriend is gorgeous?”»
— One.
«My mother may not love her laugh lines, but they’re one of my favorite things about her. They make her look as genuine as she is. I mean, who wouldn’t want to look like they’ve had a lifetime of laugher?»
— One.
«“I just find it strange you two haven’t discussed what you’ll do once he leaves.”
It is strange, but I don’t want to be the one to bring it up. I’m not the one leaving.»
— One.
«He raises his eyebrows like he’s asking if his answer is good enough.
I don’t know if it’s good enough.»
— Two.
«His lips quirk ever so slightly, and a sense of accomplishment fills me for making him almost smile.»
— Two.
«Seth may be good-looking in the boy-next-door, eat-your-heart-out kind of way, but Carson looks like the type of guy who could make a woman’s knees weak with a single glance.
I’m assuming.
Definitely not speaking from experience.»
— Two.
«Mom beams at us, oblivious to the tension thickening the air. I wonder if Carson can feel it.
It’s probably in my head.»
— Two.
«“What do you think you could use?”
He forces air out through his nose. “Being left alone.”
I let out a breath of laughter. “I think I invited you to the wrong place. I’ve never seen Christina give someone her undivided attention.”
A low laugh escapes him as he looks down and shakes his head. “I’m good.”
I gape at him. “You’re good? You did see her, right?”
He nods without looking at me. “I did.”
“She’s gorgeous,” I say, not bothering to hide my shock.
“She is.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
He looks at me with enough focus to make me falter. I expect him to say something, but he doesn’t. He just looks at me, and the sound of the crackling flames gradually gets drowned out by my hammering heart. After what can only be described as the most intense silence of my life, he simply says, “She’s not my type.”»
— Four.
«The way he’s watching me makes me feel like he’s been waiting for me to look up, and as soon as our eyes lock, he nods towards his truck. “I’ll take you home.”»
— Five.
«Carson nods before picking up his pitchfork and getting back to work. “I like it.”
“You do?”
He glances at me. “Why wouldn’t I?”
I don’t want to give him another reason not to like Seth, so I just shrug. “You don’t strike me as a kid person.” It’s not the truth I was thinking, but it’s certainly not a lie either.
Carson lets out a real laugh, and the sound of it makes me grin. “Kids love me.”
“Are you sure?” I ask with a crinkle of my nose. “Maybe they just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”»
— Seven.
«“You don’t have to tell me what’s bothering you, but I want you to know that you can, okay? […] Just know I’m here.”»
— Ten.
«“Fat and lazy.”
“Fat and happy,” she corrects.»
— Twelve.
«“Tell me everything.”
“What about Zumba?”
“Forget Zumba. Tell me everything.”
“Where are you going now?”
“I have no idea, but this building has chairs in it.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “I just can’t start yelling about how much I wish that asshole would fall off his horse. They might kick me out.”
“Probably,” I say with a laugh.»
— Twelve.
«He was my boyfriend, but he didn’t contribute to making my life better. If anything, not having to worry about him these past few days has felt like a break I didn’t know I needed.»
— Twelve.
«Laughter bubbles in my throat, but I do my best to keep it down. “You’re dumb,” I finally say.
“You like it,” he answers.»
— Seventeen.
«“We should really throw some of these away.” I gently pull on a faded and dirty yellow Walk-Trot ribbon from when I was younger.
Her eyes widen. “I would never.”»
— Eighteen.
«It probably can’t compete with the trails in Tennessee,” I offer, assuming that’s what he was thinking.
Glancing over his shoulder, he smiles. “Not even close,” he says, and when he turns back around, he adds, “I wish I could show you.”
My heart flutters, but I do my best to brush it off. “Yeah.” Looking up, I take in the sunlit trees.
“But Florida has its beauty, too.”
I look at him. He has one hand resting on the back of the saddle as he looks back at me.»
— Twenty-One.
«“I stopped riding because it wasn’t fun anymore, but I thought if I went with you, it might be fun again.”»
— Twenty-One.
«“Or you could stay.” Carson’s voice sounds behind me, his arm reaching over my shoulder as he hangs his bridle next to mine.»
— Twenty-Two.
«Sometimes as much as you want something to work, it just doesn’t. Trying to force it will only delay the inevitable.»
— Twenty-Two.
«“My life back home is a mess, Abbie. I’m the one who messed it up, and I’m the one who needs to fix it.”»
— Twenty-Two.
«“It will be fun,” I try to reassure myself.
Carson looks over at me, a dubious eyebrow raised. “You think?”
“Maybe.” I get up from the table and head back over to my pile of potatoes. “You probably won’t have to worry about it. It’s a couple of weeks away. You might not be here.”
“I’ll be here.”
“But you don’t even know the date—“
“I said I’ll be here,” he says, locking his eyes on me.»
— Twenty-Six.
«But we can’t always get what we want. Sometimes we have to take what we don’t want and make the best of it.»
— Twenty-Eight.
«“It’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” I say as I follow him. “That’s what everyone says before they walk into a murder den.”»
— Twenty-Eight.
«“I can’t dance,” I say desperately as he pulls me along.
“That’s okay.” He squeezes my hand in his. “I can.”»
— Twenty-Eight.
«“I knew he was leaving,” I say as I turn back to the mirror.
“That doesn’t mean it hurts any less.”»
— Thirty-Two.
«He stares down at me and swallows hard. “How’s your…” He points to my own face.
My eyes narrow. “How’s my cheek after you slapped me?”
His eyes dart around the party. “Can you keep it down?”
“No.”»
— Thirty-Two.
«“I just know I wanted to put it off as long as I could because nothing beats seeing you happy. Nothing.”»
— Thirty-Three.
«“I want you. I want you more than all of that.”»
— Thirty-Six.
«“I want to try, Abbie. Let me.”»
— Thirty-Six.
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Hi Skell!
I just finished reading your fic and just wanted to say I absolutely loved it!! The way you written the characters was amazing and the plot was even better then I expected it to be. It was really well thought out and you did a great job! Howdy has to be my favorite though, he’s such a sweet dad. I cant help but feel bad for the sister though, she deserved a lot better.
But i am curious though, if y/n decided to leave home. Would they be able to survive it or would they just end up dying? Also what would happen if wally finally has enough people to sustain home, would they still try to bring in more people?
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Hello anon!!
I'm so glad you liked it!! Your sweet words mean a lot! Thank you!!
In regards to the sister character, I KNOOOW!! I absolutely loved writing her!! So much that I was thinking of doing a prologue chapter from Wally's POV when he meets the sister. (maybe, maybe)
I love questions like these, too!! I'll answer the second one first!
That depends on whether Home is greedy or not! I want to believe that they'd reach a point where they could survive and they'd just live merrily in their own world.
But keep in mind that Home was given life from an unspeakable entity. Would Home really ever be satiated?
The first question is going under the read more, since there's going to be mentions of gore.
I personally think they would end up dying. Wally did play Puppet Surgeon on Reader.
He had taken out anything that was deemed 'disgusting.' So stomach, intestines, etc. He knew he had to keep the blood to keep the heart going. But anything that creates waste? Yeet!
The only way Reader is alive is through the magic from being part puppet in the puppet world.
Thank you for the ask!! I really appreciate it!!
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hehe bet you weren't expecting a FICLET of this darn encanto au from me huh? XD
this basically just came to me on the spot and i've never written something so fast in a span of an hour lmao
but i hope you like it! (it's different from the fics i usually write so hopefully i did ok???)
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The night Izuku doesn't get a gift, you are asked by your Obaa-san to have a vision.
She is desperate, you knew, for answers that you alone can find through sand and emerald glass. As much as you harbor some resentment for the power that made you be perceived as a bad omen, you love your family too much to deny her request.
You see the magic in danger, the house breaking, and Izuku right in the center of it.
The vision, you later realize, is different. It can change. As if there's no one answer, no clear fate; like the future is undecided. (izuku can change the future, you want to believe. he can do it. he can.)
But you knew how it was gonna look, you knew what everyone would think because it's you and everyone always assumes the worst.
So you leave, the glow of your door fading into nothing as you think to yourself that you're doing the right thing. Izuku will be safer this way. The family will be safer this way. It's for the best, it is,
(you cry silently, alone, and guilty for the storm that hitoshi is raging, the cries that shouta is echoing, the confusion everyone must be in. it's for the best. it's for the best. it's for the best.)
-
You watch their lives pass by without you behind the walls.
You watch Izuku grow up a black sheep among the herd of special people, desperate to prove himself. (he will later plead to you to come with him, to save the miracle and come home to the family. and you will say yes.)
You watch Shouta and Hitoshi pull themselves away but not so far from reach because you know that, deep down, they love their family. (it's just your fault. they're bitter and distant because of you.)
You watch as Katsuki turns so angry with everything, with his gift, with Izuku, and it hurts you, angers you even, but you know, deep down, that Katsuki is hurting too.
You watch as the new member of the family is celebrated, her gift so innocent and right for her that you're happy you made her that unicorn toy.
Maybe everything will be okay.
-
Izuku finds you after escaping the disastrous dinner, and you try to keep your distance, but he's not one to give up.
He falls but you catch him, and you reveal the sad prophet's tale because once upon a time, you, too, had wanted to make the family proud of you, just once.
But he promises he'll save the miracle. With your help. We'll save the miracle together, he says.
In that moment, your faith in him is stronger than your fear of what's to come. (in that moment, you miss being with your family more than wanting to stay here in a place so lonely.)
You say yes.
-
It's just the same thing—magic in danger, the house dying, Izuku in the center, undecided, no clear fate—you got to stop.
But Izuku needs to know where it goes. There has to be an answer, he says. Something you're not seeing.
And you see it; a butterfly fluttering to an out-of-order sequence that ends with an embrace.
-
Reuniting with your brothers was never in your current plans.
Just your luck, they were looking for Izuku and assumed he'd be in Eri's room. You stand still, but among the three of you, you were always the one who breaks the tension.
You say hello like an old friend.
They pull you in their arms like a missing piece of a puzzle, a puzzle where you all fit, and you've never felt this whole.
(you have so much to say, so many apologies to give, but for now, you bury yourself in the warmth you've missed for ten years.)
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Katsuki and Izuku, Izuku and Katsuki, Kacchan and Deku.
They made up, it seems, as Katsuki smiles at Izuku for the first time in a long time.
You're a bad influence, Katsuki tells him. They laugh together, weightless and free of expectation. Everything was okay.
Then Obaa-san returns and it all explodes from there.
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You watch from the shadows as everything unravels like a knotted ball of thread, an argument between a grandmother and a grandson, a fissure splitting them apart, your vision coming to fruition.
Izuku doesn't leave the house. Instead, you watch as he goes for the candle. As if a candle is more important than his life.
(you thought that too, once. you thought the future, the consequences of revealing it, and preserving the miracle were more important than you staying with your brothers.)
But you won't watch as the world caves in on your little miracle.
You shield him with your body as your tower falls and—
(and minka helps you. minka saves you, protects you from the worst of it, but you're stuck. you're stuck, and you hear the family—hitoshi, shouta, inko, toshinori, eri, katsuki, mirio—try to get you out, and you use the time to tell Izuku.)
("you are more worth it than any stupid candle in the world.")
And you hope he believes it.
(he does.)
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Minka, you realize, isn't really gone. It just needs a new foundation.
The townspeople gather to help revive Minka, brick by brick, wood by wood. Some are still wary of you, and some are not, but you don't particularly care.
Because your brothers, your family, are all you truly need.
In the months passing, you reconnect. Reconnecting and reforging bonds that were left rusty with age and misunderstanding.
(your grandmother, with all her traumas and faults, lays her soul bare to you, apologies slipping her lips and all you can do is hug her. it doesn't excuse her, nothing truly will, but you could never really hate her. because you are all a family because of her.)
You, Shouta, and Hitoshi have never been as close as you three are now. (you almost want to cry.)
The house is finished, and you stand with your family to see Izuku have the ceremony he always deserved.
You saw how bright he burned, how brave he'd been. Now it's time for him to see himself the way you did, the way everyone in the family does.
And Minka returns, along with the magic, and it's like a song is echoing in the valley. The family comes together with the help of Minka, with you finally in it.
You smile, your brothers and family surrounding you, and for the first time in a long time since your ceremony, you think this is the beginning of a brighter future.
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You captured everything so perfectly. I just love how you handled this sequence of events and how you portrayed everyone. I am just overflowing with feels right now cause of how amazing this is 😭💕
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Out Of My League
Adrian Chase x gn!reader
Summary: You and Adrian both hide your feelings from each other, in fear that the other is out of your league.
Warnings: injuries, mentions of smut
A/N: Did I write this after seeing a tiktok edit of him with a song with this title? Yes, yes I did.
Reader’s Pov
“Alright, we leave tomorrow, so please get some rest, and be here bright and early in the morning.” Harcourt told the team.
Everyone started gathering their things from their respective desks, and saying their goodbyes before leaving for the night.
Great. You had spent yet another mission briefing starring at Adrian. Admiring his animated way of communicating his thoughts with everyone. Returning the grin he gave you all when he was particularly proud of a comment he made that didn’t quite land with everyone else.
You had a habit of, what Economos called (and begged you not to do), encouraging him. You’d always laugh at all of Adrian’s jokes. Always take his side when others put him down. And always join in on his out of pocket ideas.
It was a bad habit, but how could you not? Ever since you’d met Adrian-Busboy-Crime Fighter-Chase, you’d been under his spell. While others found him irritating, off-putting, and somewhat abrasive, you thought he was cute, charming, and frankly, a delight to be around.
“So, how long were you actually listening before you went off to Adrian-land?” Adebayo asked you, teasingly, tapping the side of your head.
You quickly shushed her, causing her to laugh. “I wasn’t in Adrian-land, I was very much present.” You said, crossing your arms.
“You weren’t listening at all.” Harcourt interjected. “Lucky for you, I planned ahead in case we couldn’t get through everything tonight, and had Economos make pamphlets.” She handed you a crudely colored tri-folded piece of paper.
“Thanks.” You grumbled.
“Why are you so obsessed with him anyways?” Adebayo asked.
“I’m not obsessed! I’m just a tiny bit attracted to him, what’s the big deal?” You shrug.
Harcourt scoffs. “No, you’re not a tiny bit attracted to him, you basically undress him with your eyes whenever you’re in the same vicinity.”
“Gross.” Adebayo replies.
“No I don’t! And it’s not gross! He’s cute, he’s funny, he’s smart, he’s everything I want in a person.” You sigh, leaning against your desk, eyes starring at the door Adrian and Chris left through.
“So ask him out.” Harcourt told you.
You laughed. “No, absolutely not. There is no way I’m asking him out.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s out of my league.” You shrug, and start to gather your things from your desk.
“He’s a murderer, and a fucking busboy.” Harcourt said slowly, as if she was explaining something to a child.
“Aren’t we all murderers?” Adebayo pointed out.
“Okay fine. But he’s a fucking busboy. There’s no way he’s out of your league.” Harcourt tried to tell you.
You turned to face the pair. “I don’t like it when you guys do this. And it’s not just you two, it’s everyone. You’re constantly putting Adrian down. Don’t you think it hurts his feelings?”
“He doesn’t have feelings.” Adebayo commented.
Sure, Adrian would deny having emotions like other people. He constantly puts on a brave face around the team, but you can see through it. He just wants friends, people who care about him the same way he cares about them.
“Whatever. I’m going home, goodnight.” You wave at Harcourt and Adebayo, then leave the office.
Adrian’s Pov
“Hey man, you wanna go grab a beer?” Chris asked Adrian.
Ever since Project Butterly, Chris had been more open with the team, and even nicer to Adrian. Well, somewhat nicer, of course he would still occasionally say things that were extremely rude.
“I’ve gotta work tonight.” Adrian shrugged.
“Fuck man, aren’t you ever tired? Like, you work two jobs, and only get paid minimum wage for one.”
“Yeah, I guess, but my second job is amazing.” He grinned at Chris. “Besides, hanging out with you guys makes it all worth it.”
Chris hummed in agreement. The team had all created a bond together post-butterflies. They now took up various missions Harcourt or Adebayo found. Chris and Harcourt were kind of a thing. And Adrian felt like maybe he could have that with you.
“Hey, what if I asked Y/n to hang out? Like, just me and Y/n?” Adrian asked. It was important for him to know his bff’s thoughts.
“Ha! Y/n? You wanna ask Y/n out? That’s hilarious man!” Chris couldn’t help but laugh.
Adrian furrowed his brows, and gave Chris a confused look. “Why is that hilarious?”
“Because they’re way out of your league man!”
There it was. The rude statement of the day.
Adrian didn’t think much about whether you were out of his league or not. All he knew was that you were kind, funny, hot, and one hell of an assassin, and that he was definitely attracted to you.
Oh fuck. He thought. Maybe they are out of my league.
Adrian frowned. You had always been nice to him, always laughing at his jokes, and standing up for him when he was ridiculed by his teammates. In his eyes, you were perfect. Anyone would be lucky to have you, so why should you choose him?
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Adrian said, a sad smile on his face. He tried to shrug it off, like it didn’t affect him, but it did. Adrian liked to think that he was a pro at hiding his emotions, so it only made sense to put on a brave face.
“Alright, well have fun at work dude.” Chris said, as he gathered his stuff, then left.
Adrian couldn’t keep you out of his head that night at Fennel Fields. He desperately tried to think of anything but your beautiful smile, your melodic laugh, and your bright eyes, but there you were, overtaking his thoughts. It made him deflate a bit. That’s just how you feel when you want someone you can never have though.
Reader's Pov
The mission went by with only a few cuts, bruises, and scrapes. Adrian had a pretty nasty gash across his shoulder blades though. His suit could only protect him so well, he was still human.
You brought him to the small bathroom in the office to take a look at it. He stood in front of the mirror, starring at you, as you worked behind him. You sewed the gash closed, then cleaned off the blood in the surrounding area. You wrapped him up in some gauze, just to make sure nothing happened to the cut.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You looked like you were deep in concentration. Your eyebrows were scrunched together, focused.
It hurt you to see him hurt. It hurt to see the red that was a dark contrast to his fair skin. The freckles on his shoulders and back, now less noticeable due to the splotches of blood that covered them. It was usually easy for you to admire Adrian, his taut upper body that he hid beneath his suit as well as sweaters never failed to make your face heat up.
There were however, a few instances where you couldn’t admire, because you were struck with fear.
The first time it was during the whole butterfly ordeal. You remembered seeing him get shot in the back, then throwing a knife at someone, before collapsing to the ground. You remembered not being able to take his hands off of him in the van on the trip to the hospital. You had forced him to undress his top half so you could look at the damage. He had insisted on redressing himself before entering the building, mask and all. It was a hassle getting him to admit himself into the hospital, much less getting him to undress, letting the doctors and nurses look at his wound.
The second was today. You saw the person slash across Adrian’s back with a knife, and not too long after, you had shot a bullet through his chest. You ran to Adrian, trying to hold him. He winced when your hand brushed against his back. In the van, he tried to convince you he was fine. He told you that he just needed to rest, maybe have a granola bar, and he’d be good as new. You had to physically drag him to the bathroom.
He knew that you cared about him. It was in your nature, you cared about everyone. He knew that if Chris were slashed across his back, you’d be here, helping him. However, he liked to think that maybe you wouldn’t place a soft kiss on the top of Chris’ shoulder once finished like you did with him.
“So, what’s the verdict Dr. Y/n?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, and rested your chin on his shoulder, careful not to touch the cut. “I think you’ll survive Mr. Chase.”
He laughed, then turned to face you. The room was small, you were essentially pressed together, chest to chest.
“Thank you.” He said softly.
You gave him a smile. “Of course.”
You didn’t miss the way his eyes glanced down at your lips. You took his hand in yours, then started to lean closer to him.
Your lips were nearly pressed together, when you heard someone pounding on the door.
“Guys, c’mon, other people need to pee!” Chris shouted from the other side of the door.
You quickly pulled away from each other, faces heating up in embarrassment. You opened the door to see Chris standing there. He looked back and forth, between you, and Adrian’s still shirtless figure. A smile broke out on his face.
“Oh, sorry for interrupting, but a bathroom isn’t the most romantic place to get it on.” You scoffed, then brushed past him. Chris gave Adrian a thumbs up as he followed you out.
That night you all decided to go to a bar that Harcourt had found to celebrate a job well done. You were able to convince Adrian to blow off work for one night. Surely Fennel Fields would survive without him for one night.
Your group all sat crowded around a small table, talking and laughing with each other, beers in hand. You didn’t miss the way various people would look over at your table, seeing someone they were clearly interested in. It usually happened with Chris and Harcourt, but since they were kind of together now, nothing ever came of it.
Of course there would be people here and there who were interested in Adrian. Yeah, the group made fun of him, but he was attractive. You felt your stomach churn when you caught someone starring at him from across the bar. Of course, he was oblivious to it, he was too busy laughing with Chris about something Economos said.
“I need another beer.” You moved to get up, but Adrian quickly got up first.
“I’ve got it!” He quickly walked over to the bar, talking to the bartender.
“He’s got it bad for you.” Adebayo commented, leaning toward you.
You rolled your eyes. “No, he doesn’t.”
You looked back at him to see the person from earlier walk up to him. They put a hand on his back, to which he flinched and pulled away. He looked at them, then smiled and said something. Probably along the lines of ‘sorry, snow boarding accident’. You weren’t even sure if Adrian knew how to snow board. The two of them started talking, and soon your beer sat on the counter in front of him, ignored, because his focus was on the person he was talking to.
You could only watch someone flirt with Adrian for so long. “Hey guys, I’m kind of tired, I think I’m gonna head home. See you tomorrow.” You gave the group a wave, then made your way out of the bar.
The night air was cool, making goosebumps appear on your arms. You had all carpooled together, so needed to walk back to the office to get you car. You had only made it two blocks before you heard someone calling your name.
You turned to see Adrian jogging up to you, a confused look on his face. “Where are you going?” He asked, once he’d finally caught up to you.
“I’m just a little tired, I figured I’d go home early.” You shrugged.
He looked unconvinced. ‘Yeah, okay. Want some company?”
“I don’t wanna keep you from having fun on your night off.” You told him. The cold air blew past you, causing you to shiver, and wrap your arms around yourself.
Adrian looked down at your body, then back up to your eyes. “Are you cold?”
“No, I’m fine-”
But before you could finish your sentence, Adrian had already pulled his sweater off, and held it out to you.
You reached out to take it from him, and pulled the soft red material over your head. It was a little too big, the end falling down too far, and the sleeves fell past your hands. It smelled faintly of him, and instantly warmed you up.
Adrian smiled, and put his hands in his pockets. “You look like a dinosaur.”
You raised your hands, the fabric hanging down over your hands. “How are your arms this long?” You laughed.
The two of you walked back to the office in a comfortable silence. Once there, you went inside to gather up your things from your desk.
“Hey, uh, while we’re here, did you maybe wanna check my back again? Chris may have given me an aggressive pat on the back earlier.” Adrian asked, switching his weight back and forth on his feet.
“Yeah, sure.”
You pulled a stool out of Harcourt’s office for Adrian to sit on. The street lights outside cast a soft golden glow inside, giving you plenty of light to look at him.
He slowly pulled his shirt off over his head, his shoulders rolled, stretching the muscles in his back to get more comfortable. You gulped, then started to pull at the gauze that you had wrapped around him.
Once off, it looked like the cut was okay, the stitches still in place, the area around it though was a light red, probably just sensitive skin.
“You look fine, the stitches are still in place.” You told him as you re-wrapped the cut.
Adrian noticed that, this time, when you were done, you pulled away, no kiss on his shoulder.
“Hey, I’m sorry I pulled you away from your friend at the bar.” You said.
Adrian put his shirt back on, then looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?”
“At the bar? That person was clearly flirting with you.” You told him.
“Oh.” He shrugged.
“So, are you gonna go back to the bar and find them? Could be fun.” You tried to sound nonchalant, like the idea of him with someone else didn’t make you want to melt into the floor.
“I don’t really feel like hooking up with a stranger tonight.” Adrian didn’t really feel like hooking up with anyone that wasn’t you as of late.
“Oh.” You replied. “Well, I should probably get home, get some rest.” You said quietly, slowly making your way to the door.
Adrian knew that he needed to find some way to get you to stay with him, even for just a few minutes. It was rare that you got to be alone together, and when it happened it made his heart soar. He wasn’t quite ready to let you go yet.
“Hey Y/n!” Adrian called out, a little too loud.
“Yeah?” You turn to look back at him.
He sighs. “Fuck, I- I really don’t know where I was going with this.” He says, mostly to himself.
You walk back to him, and place a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” You ask.
He can’t take his eyes off you. The gold light from outside illuminates your face, and casts a soft glow around you. You’re still wrapped up in his sweater. Your touch is soft, and your hair smells really nice. His eyes travel back down to your lips.
“I really wanna kiss you right now.” He mumbles to himself without thinking.
You break out into a smile, then wrap an arm around his neck. “Kiss me, Adrian.”
The kiss is soft, and sweet. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. When you break away, you can’t help but smile at him.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Your smile instantly drops, and your eyes widen. Adrian’s never really been one to think about his words before he says them, but you never expected him to say something so unexpected.
“I know you’re way out of my league, but-”
“Wait, wait, wait.” You pull away, putting some space between the two of you. “You think I’m out of your league? I thought you were out of my league.” You tell him.
“What? No fucking way! You’re like, amazing!” He says, as if it’s obvious.
“You’re amazing!” You respond.
“I love you so fucking much.” He sighs out, before pulling you into another kiss.
You smile into the kiss, and grip the front of his shirt. You pull him into Harcourt’s office, lips still locked together.
“I love you too, by the way.” You manage to get out between kisses.
You kick the door closed with your foot. If Harcourt found out about what you and Adrian were about to do in her office, she’d probably kill the both of you, but at least you would die happy.
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Movie Night Pt 2. Starry Night
A/N: I don’t even know why it took me so long to finish this. Anyways though, I switched the POV real quick because I thought this way just suited the story better now that’s been extended? Idk but it’s done. Y’all pls let me know what you think of it! Did I get Damian right? I just started getting into DC and so far he’s one of my fav characters so someone pls tell me if I’m doing a good job 😂 also I’ve been feeling kinda like not bad but not great about my writing so I’d really appreciate some feedback/constructive criticism. It’s bad how I need this validation but it also is what it is. To make things easier I’m just putting yours and Damian’s age here at 14-15. I’m already thinking about a 3rd but let me know if y’all want it, you’d be more aged up in it (still debating just how much though) We get a lot more background on you in this part so I hope you enjoy. Also I’m kinda mixing in stuff from both the Titans from the animated movies and the Teen Titans show from the early 2000’s such as the setting because I couldn’t tell if the setting in the animated films was San Francisco or not. Also I loved the TT show so much as a kid and my lil heart just couldn’t help not including it in this lol. I actually also included a villain from the show as well but I did research his comic abilities too, it’s just all a big ole mix that I hope you enjoy lol. I don’t think I have anything else left to say. Enjoy!
Part 3!
Word Count: 3,368
The low ticking of the timer and the sound of Damian’s sword clashing with that of his opponents echoed throughout the training room. As soon as he defeated one hologram two more would appear, as per the setting he picked when he initiated the training sequence. Sword training always helped him blow off some steam and quite frankly, he was on a roll. Damian was successfully dodging every attack and striking back powerfully and efficiently. He was well on track to beat his own personal record. Then he heard her laugh.
It was faint at first but he could hear it getting closer. Instinctively he turned towards the entrance but no one was there yet. Just then one of the holograms went in for a strike, Damian countered it at the last second causing him to mess up his footing and fall. He groaned in frustration and got back up to attack but the timer beeped and the holograms disappeared.
He scoffed, angry with himself for having been so easily distracted. He became even more displeased when he saw it was Jamie whom she was laughing with.
“Greetings, Damian,” (y/n) smiled upon finally entering the training room, Jamie trailing close by. “I hope we are not interrupting.”
“What do you need?” he asked, already making his way to the control table to reset the training simulation.
“Straight to the point as usual,” Jamie rolled his eyes. “We’re all gonna go get some smoothies in a bit, wanna come?”
“I’m going to patrol tonight,” he curtly replied without looking up from the controls he was handling.
“I understand the desire to protect the city. But it is also to my understanding that criminal activity has been at an all time low as of late,” she said hopefully. “Perhaps you can spare a night to join us in the relishing of juiced fruit and in having the fun?” She looked to Jamie for support.
“She’s right,” he chimed in. “It’s just one night man, live a little.”
“I live plenty on my own,” Damian responded.
The timer reappeared along with three holograms and Damian began to make his way to the center of the small arena. Taking that as a clear indication that he was done with the discussion, Jamie and (y/n) walked towards the exit. Damian did not miss the dejected look on her face but he ignored the sharp pang of guilt for he knew was responsible for it.
A moment later the timer started and Damian resumed his battle with the holograms.
Later into the night…..
Damian stood perched on one of the highest buildings in Jump City, scanning the streets below for any suspicious activity. To his boredom, nothing was going on.
“Hmmph, she was right…” He muttered to himself.
It was obviously a very good thing that the crime rate has recently decreased in the city. But tonight Damian could not be more annoyed by the lack of it. It wasn’t simply a matter of being bored but a matter of not being occupied.
The training simulations are extremely helpful in maintaining one’s physique but for him, it was also just great for keeping his mind and body focused and busy. It was working so well for him today. Until (y/n) walked in.
(Y/n)
He started to reminisce on her smile upon greeting him and then on her disheartened expression when leaving. The pang of guilt returned but there was no hologram to fight to forget and move on. There was no crime to focus on to stop. There was nothing to stop his mind from wandering to her. Specifically his encounter from last week’s movie night.
Not only did he look back on how physically close his teammate was to him but on how oddly nice it felt to have her by his side. It felt gratifying to have been chosen by her as protection from what was scaring her. Sure it was simply a movie but that’s what made it all the more amusing to him. Here was a girl who battled aliens and several other criminals yet a horror film is what had her seeking shelter behind her teammate. To him it was comical but not in a bad way.
Damian had tried to not ruminate on the event and when he did think about it he’d downplay it. He’s been telling himself that it was just a matter of convenience for her that he was nearby and didn’t immediately reject her actions. But then he’d remember what she told him at the end of that night and their hug. Convenience or not her words and embrace were both warm and touching, regardless of how much he didn’t want to admit it.
He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts and began pacing to different sections of the rooftop. Again he scanned the streets for anything to do. Of all nights, why did the city have to be quiet tonight?
Suddenly, like an answer to a twisted prayer, Jamie’s voice echoes through his comm line.
“Titans! Dr. Light is robbing the CNP bank on west 24th, regroup there now!”
A smirk quickly formed on his lips before retrieving his grappling hook and jumping into the city streets.
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(Y/n) and Raven sat on the outside tables provided by The Groovy Smoothie shop and contentedly slurped their drinks. Jamie and Garfield had sat with the girls earlier but decided to check out the new arcade that recently opened nearby. (Y/n) and Raven were of course invited to tag along but they opted to stay instead. Having never tasted these concoctions before coming to earth, (y/n) quickly became obsessed upon trying them.
“Are you starting to feel full yet?” Raven asked with a small but amused grin on her lips.
(Y/n) was on her fourth smoothie of the night.
“Not quite. But I think it is worth mentioning that I have nine stomachs. However, I am feeling quite satisfied.”
“You must also have a killer metabolism. Guess that’d explain how you can handle Gar’s cooking,” Raven chuckled.
“His diet and cooking style is certainly unique and I have never had anything like it before on Tamaran. I imagine it would be a popular new cuisine.”
“I’m sure he’ll be glad to know that if it doesn’t work out for him he could always go to Tamaran to become a chef,” Raven jested.
(Y/n) lightly laughed but chose to steer the topic away from her planet.
“I hope Damian likes the smoothie I got for him. I had meant to ask what flavor he likes the most but he had already left to patrol.”
“Believe me, I think the gesture alone coming from you would be enough for him.”
What does she mean by that?
Before she could ask Raven to elaborate on her comment they both receive Jamie’s distress call on their comms. They shared a brief look of concern and in an instant they were both phasing into their uniforms as they flew to meet with their teammates.
By the time they arrived on the scene, Jamie and Garfield were already engaged in a fight with a man in a black suit and a goatee. Actually, they were engaged in a fight with multiple copies of this man, holographic copies to be exact.
Someone certainly picked up on a few new tricks while they were in hiding.
Upon seeing the big lightbulb icon in the middle of the man’s suit, and along with the fact that Jamie and Garfield were fighting his copies, (y/n) concluded that this was Dr. Light. He hadn’t noticed her and Raven’s arrival yet but she could immediately see his next plan of attack.
With a sinister smile on his face, he raised his gloved hand and pointed it at an occupied Jamie. He shot a light beam but before it could cause any harm to Jamie, (y/n) quickly summoned a red forcefield around him. The light beam deflected onto a lamp post causing it to nearly fall on Dr. Light. He huffed in annoyance at the close call but his evil grin returned once he saw who was responsible for his near demise.
“Ahhh I don’t believe I’ve seen you before,” he directed at (y/n). “Which coincidentally gives me a new idea for my next trick.”
He activated a switch on his suit and in an instant he was gone. She looked around but he was nowhere to be seen.
Did he teleport away?
A light beam suddenly shot out from behind and struck her. (Y/n) shrieked in pain and shock causing her to lose her flight and fall. Instead of feeling the hard concrete from below that she expected, she felt another body collide with hers before landing safely on the ground.
“(Y/n),” Damian quickly scanned her for any injuries. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “I just require a minute.”
“Stay here,” he said before promptly rising and joining his teammates.
As she regained her senses, (y/n) could see that Dr. Light had conjured even more holograms. A distraction tactic no doubt. Dr. Light had yet to physically reappear but she knew he was still there. She could hear his malevolent laugh as he began to take down each of her teammates one by one.
He threw a metal contraption at Jamie which then trapped him into a giant transparent orb. For both Raven and Garfield he threw another mechanism that blinded them both and stunned their senses. Damian managed to defeat the rest of Dr. Light’s copies but before he could look for the villain he was suddenly blasted with a light beam, effectively subduing him.
“Foolish children,” Dr. Light laughed again. “Can’t hurt what you can’t see now can you?”
At this (y/n) growled, growing more and more frustrated, her eyes began to glow a deep red. She floated up from the ground with red energy culminating around her body. She expanded her arms causing the red energy to erupt from her body, not only forcing Dr. Light to reveal himself but causing him to stumble back from the impact. She immediately spotted him and with a swift motion of her hand she encased Dr. Light in her power and brought him closer to her in a menacingly slow pace.
To say Dr. Light was paralyzed in fear would be an understatement. He was incredibly afraid but he was also actually paralyzed. Even if he did have the courage to try and escape this death grip he could not physically will his limbs to move. He was completely at her mercy and she didn’t have a particularly large amount left for him.
She flicked her wrist and piece by piece his suit was falling apart until he was left in nothing but the undersuit of his suit. Powerless.
With the dismantlement of his suit, his mechanisms began to fail and her teammates were freed from their contraptions.
“Um, I think you got him (y/n). We’re good now, you can let him go,” Garfield had told her.
But that did not stop her. Overcome by her anger, she flew higher, bringing Dr. Light with her, and she began to suck the air out from his lungs. He was uncontrollably gasping and at this her teammates finally realized just what she was doing.
They called out to her to stop but she did not listen. Jamie quickly flew up to confront her.
Not registering that it was her teammate, (y/n) instinctively raised up her other hand with a ball of red energy in the center, ready to strike. The scarab instinctively reacted and aimed its blaster at her.
“(Y/n), it’s me” Jamie calmly stated. “Let him go.”
She did not back down but neither did he.
“Please don’t make me do this,” he implored. “Let him go, now. I won’t ask again.”
(Y/n) blinked, looking between Jamie and a dying Dr. Light before coming to her senses. Slowly she and her hostage descended.
She landed on her knees with her gaze cast down and shoulders slacked. Meanwhile Dr. Light was profusely coughing and gasping on his hands and knees, finally able to breathe.
“I am sorry,” she said before promptly rising up again and flying away.
Damian called after her but to no avail. If she heard him she made no attempt to show it. All he could do was watch as she flew away.
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Finding her wasn’t hard. Damian had placed a tracer on all of his teammates upon meeting them long ago. Within seconds he knew where she was heading. To Titans Tower, back home.
He decided to not immediately seek her out. He knew she’d need some time to be alone. But when he did he knew where to look. And that’s exactly where he found her, sitting on the rooftop with her feet dangling in the ledge.
“May I join you?” he asked.
(Y/n) looked up at Damian, he was still in uniform but he wasn’t wearing his mask. She briefly nodded and returned her gaze to the oceanview before them.
He took a seat next to her.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
She silently nodded.
Damian knew that physically she was fine but mentally she’s had a day. Still, he didn’t want to push so he silently waited in case she wanted to share more.
“I did not mean to take it that far.” She started. “I was not even aware that I could… do that.”
He looked at her and her gaze fell to her hands. “It’s okay. It was an accident.”
She shook her head. “But it was not. Although I did not mean for it to happen that does not mean I did not want it to.”
Damian frowned in confusion and she continued.
“He was hurting everyone. I knew I had to stop him and I did. I should have stopped as soon as I had rendered his suit useless but I could not. It did not feel like enough. My powers are strongly driven by my emotions and… I lost control.”
“I understand,” he said, earning a glance from her. “When people you care about are hurt or in danger you want nothing more than to exterminate that threat. I’m still learning that just because you can doesn’t mean you should. My father taught me something for moments like those, a sort of mantra. Justice not vengeance.”
“But how can one not strive for vengeance when the people they care about are being hurt?”
“It definitely takes practice,” he said, recalling the first time he was introduced to the saying.
“But what about achieving justice through vengeance?”
“Father says those two things aren’t interchangeable. If you fall for vengeance you’d be falling farther and farther from the justice that you initially sought. It’s what separates us from the criminals, or so he says.”
“Hmm,” she hummed. “He sounds wise.”
“He is, amongst other things.”
(Y/n) giggled at his last comment and he lightly chuckled with her.
The two teens rejoined in a comfortable silence once again. The setting is incredibly serene so neither one of them felt compelled to really say anything else. But then he saw her glance ascend from the ocean to the night sky and could not help himself from asking.
“Do you miss Tamaran?”
She briefly looked at him then back to the ocean.
“Sometimes. I was born and raised there after all. However, times have changed. With how the planet is currently ruled, I would not be welcomed back.”
“Why not?”
“Well,” she looked down and fidgeted with her hands. “When the citadel captured me they didn’t just torture me. They conducted several experiments on me. The last one was with this ancient stone they found. I had overheard some of them talk about its power and danger. Truthfully, with the way they spoke of it, I do not think they anticipated my survival. I did not either... But when they used the stone on me it somehow bonded with me. It was a welcomed surprise as it aided my escape. However it also altered my DNA. I no longer physically appear Tamaranean, therefore, I would not be accepted back as such.”
Damian didn’t realize but his features were softening at her words. He knew all about the Citadel and their history with Tamaran, courtesy of the computer in the Batcave. He knew that her powers came from experimentation but not that she was alienated because of it. He knew much less of the extent of torture she endured.
“However, I did retain some latent characteristics. Tamaraneans are very emotionally driven people and I vividly exemplified that today. I have also retained my nine stomachs and the ability to instantaneously learn any language through lip contact.”
That last detail was also something he was aware of. Her confirming it merely gave him a thought that caused him to blush. Thankfully she was too focused on the night sky to notice.
“Well that explains why your eyes don’t glow. Most of the time at least.”
A small smile formed on (y/n)’s lips. She brought up her hand and a small ball of red energy began to flow between her fingers.
“It is still alien, yes but not technology. It is something else…I am something else.”
“No,” he interjected. “Your power may have physically changed you, but you’re still (y/n). You’re nice, strong, valiant, and you care about your teammates. You’re a Titan and this is your home.”
Damian didn’t know what came over him to say such words but he knew that he meant them. And more importantly (y/n) knew he meant them as well.
Not being one to hide her emotions, although the same cannot be said for the other, (y/n) threw her arms around Damian and captured him in yet another hug.
He slightly jumped at the suddenness of it. This was his second hug in two weeks. He valued his personal space and everyone knew about that. Yet he didn’t mind when she invaded it. Or at least it didn’t feel like she was invading it, it wasn’t a nuisance when she did it. He didn't mind when she entered his space.
His heart rate had increased at her sudden action but now it was steadying to a normal beat. Tentatively, he raised his arms and hugged her back.
“Oh my X'hal!” she abruptly broke away.
“What, what happened?” he frantically looked around their surroundings. Did she sense something he could not see?
“I have left your juiced fruit drink back at the Groovy Smoothie,” she sighed.
“What?” he asked, confused. Then it clicked for him. “You bought me a smoothie?”
“Yes. I had planned on retrieving it once we defeated Dr. Light but with everything that happened I forgot it. It is long gone now,” she sulked.
“That’s what you were so concerned about?” he asked, the ends of his lips curling into an amused smirk.
“Yes,” she seriously replied.
Damian couldn’t help but lightly chuckle. His arms relaxed at the false alarm and that’s when he realized he was holding onto her. He quickly let go and brought his arms back to his sides. (Y/n) didn’t think much about it but she smiled at how bashful he was.
“I thought you would enjoy one when you returned from your patrol. I am sorry I left it behind.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged.
He did a great job at playing it nonchalant but Damian was really touched by her gesture. It was a simple smoothie, sure, but he liked that she thought about him.
“We can get smoothies together some other time,” he added.
“Tomorrow?” she asked.
“Sure.”
Again, he was casual but he was already looking forward to their plans. It’d be ideal to not be interrupted by any more criminals but Damian knew that he and (y/n) would be more than capable of handling them.
A/N Again!: I didn’t wanna spoil it by putting it in the beginning but I was trying to write your powers to be like that of Scarlet Witch. Yeah I’m mixing in Marvel too now sue me (pls don’t I don’t have any money). I think she’s super badass and to be honest I kinda felt like I cornered myself by making you an alien bc I just didn’t really know what to do with that and Starfire is another one of my favorite characters so I took pieces from her origin story and that of Scarlet Witch’s. Hope it made sense and I hope you liked it. Also I really wanted to make your character powerful and imo Scarlet Witch’s abilities are super powerful. Like I’m sure the Titans always appreciated you being on their team but now they’re extra glad you’re on their side lol.
#Damian Wayne x reader#Damian Wayne#reader insert#pls send feedback y'all#thx#robin x reader#robin#teen titans#damian wayne x scarlet witch reader#scarlet witch reader
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Stay With Me || jjk
➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader
➥Summary: Being married to Jungkook was everything you’d wished for and more. There wasn’t a problem the two of you couldn’t tackle together, and building this life with the person you loved most was all you could ask for. But when a ghost from your past returns and threatens to pull you two apart in whatever way they can, will things still be the same?
➥Genre: established relationship, heavy angst (I’m so sorry), smut, fluff, hurt/comfort
➥Rating: 18+
➥Words: ~14.2k (more of a one shot than a drabble I know, oops)
Before you continue there are darker themes explored in this drabble; please read at your own risk. Appropriate warnings are listed below.
➥Content Warnings: POV switches, feelings of anxiety from being in danger, jungkook is protective (and for good reason), we see a pissed off hoseok, (tw: harassment, violence, implied/attempted kidnapping, reader gets injured), yoongi & jimin to the rescue (bless them), jungkook is pissed off (again for good reason), jungkook cries, reader also cries, jungkook has feelings of insecurity and not being good enough, they have ✨very emotional sex✨ up against a wall, cursing (fuck is said a lot), slight hair pulling, fingering (very brief), jungkook has a big dick, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), dirty talk, rough sex, cumming inside, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops except there’s a twist this time around
A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! However, I would highly recommend reading OFY beforehand so as to better understand the relationships between these characters since there’s a lot of history behind everything that will make more sense. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)
The POV switches between the reader and a few of the characters, but this will always be indicated by the name in the switch being bolded (i.e. you or Jungkook will be in bold, etc.).
I always do this but thank you to @dntaewithluv for keeping me sane during the writing process and giving me feedback as well as the motivation to continue when I feel discouraged, I love you so much 💜
I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:
Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY
When I Dream Of You - ~1 year after OFY
This fic takes place a few months after the dream drabble. I welcome feedback, so if you ever want to talk to me about my writing, please do! I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~
➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)
➥Series Masterlist
➥All Works Masterlist
taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn @diorkookie @swee3tcreature @sugaslittlekookies @moonchild1 @bangtanhome
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Visiting Jungkook at the bar during his shifts had become one of your favorite pastimes over the last few years. And not just because you got to see him, but also because it gave you a chance to get closer to some of his - and now your - friends as well.
Take tonight for example: you stopped by on your way home from work, and everything happened like it usually did. Jungkook’s smile was typically the first thing to greet you when you walked through the door before he and Jimin got into a playful bickering match about bar duties.
You parked yourself in your usual stool at the bar and watched the scene before you unfold - Jimin tossing one of the bar towels to Jungkook, who caught it with ease, all the while mumbling ‘less distraction and more action, Kook.’ Jungkook slung the towel over his shoulder before making a big show out of walking over to you.
“Hey pretty lady, what can I get for you tonight?” Jungkook’s voice was dripping with charm and it made you giggle. He leaned across the bar, resting his forearms on the wood. Even when he was just standing here in a plain black t-shirt with his dark hair curling in front of his eyes you still thought he was the most ethereal person you’d ever seen.
You hummed. “Hmm, I think I’ll have just a water, thanks.” Jungkook was already moving to fix your beverage before you even finished. “Do you always greet people like this,” you teased him as he sat the glass down in front of you.
He was wiping his hands on the towel still perched on his shoulder. “Nah, I only save it for the special ones. I am a married man, after all.”
You giggled again and he reached further across the bar to give you a quick kiss before being interrupted by Jimin again.
“You two are adorable, I love that, but I really could use some help over here, Kook!”
Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes before he excused himself to tend to his actual job. You just sat and observed while you drank, looking at him with loving eyes. He was really in his element here and it showed. All his customers were always happy patrons because he treated them all well.
Yeah, everything was playing out as it normally did on nights like these.
What you weren’t expecting, however, was for that to change.
On your way to find Yoongi so you could stop by and chat with him before heading home, you passed by a booth where a few rowdy men were seated. You tried to slip past them and pay them no mind-
-until one of them caught you by the wrist.
You froze. You wondered if maybe this was someone you knew and had possibly offended by not saying hello, but one look at the table let you know you’d never seen these 3 men before in your life.
“Hey, where you off to in a rush, baby?” The pet name made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to just slink away and pretend like this never happened. But it was happening, the man’s tight grip on your wrist a reminder of that.
One of the other booth members spoke up. “Yeah, why not have a seat with us and talk for a bit? You look like you’re in need of some company.”
You shook your head and tried to muster a small smile so you could turn them down easy. You’d read and heard way too often about moments like these that could turn out badly if you acted a certain way.
“No thank you, I was just on my way out,” you hoped that would be the end of it, but the man holding your wrist wasn’t having it. He jerked you down to where you were seated right beside him in the empty space of the booth, making you whimper in pain when you hit the seat hard. His other friends laughed boisterously at your distress.
You situated yourself and looked up to see if you could spot someone, anyone around that you knew. You were unfortunately at the back corner of the bar, since Yoongi’s office was around here.
You tried to get up and make a break for it, but the man pulled you down again. “C’mon sweetheart, we don’t wanna hurt you. We just wanna talk, that’s all.”
Before you could respond, another voice cut through.
“Hands off,” the voice was low and stern, making all heads at the booth turn. When you looked up you saw Hoseok standing above you, arms crossed and looking pissed.
“Hoseok,” you breathed out, grateful that he was working the floor tonight and had stopped by before the situation escalated.
Hoseok didn’t say another word as his eyes drifted down to you quickly before glaring at the man still holding on to you.
“Lighten up, man, we’re just trying to have some fun-”
“I saw the whole thing and she’s clearly not wanting to engage in your idea of ‘fun’ so again: hands off.” Hoseok’s fingers flexed around his forearm, and apparently that was all the warning they needed.
The man let go of you and shoved you away from him, almost making you fall to the ground if Hoseok hadn’t steadied you. He wrapped an arm around you before calling out.
“Joon, Jin, need a hand here!”
Within seconds, the bodyguards of the establishment - also friends of yours - were at the table, looking as intimidating as ever. The 3 men still seated were starting to look a lot less pleased about the ordeal.
“I think these 3 have had it for the night,” Hoseok stated, starting to walk the both of you away so your friends could work their magic. You looked back at them one last time, just barely catching their interaction, which consisted of Seokjin promptly putting one of the men in his place when he tried to throw a punch.
When Hoseok had you seated in an empty booth at the other end of the bar, he knelt down beside you.
“Hey. You ok?” His voice had lost all its frightening timbre, now laced with nothing but concern. You didn’t realize you were still a little shaky until you noticed yourself trembling. You nodded, the best answer you could give right now.
Hoseok patted your knee before he stood up. “Stay here, I’m going to go get Kook-”
You reached out lightning fast to grab onto his sleeve before you pleaded “Don’t.”
Hoseok’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What, why not?”
“I don’t- I don’t want him to worry.” You were telling the truth; Jungkook had been on edge lately, and things were finally starting to get somewhat back to normal. If you didn’t have to add to that worry, you didn’t want to.
Hoseok’s frown deepened. “Y/N-”
“There you are!”
That voice that always managed to make your heart flutter only made you panic more in this instance. Jungkook was walking over to your booth quickly with a huge smile on his face, waving to the two of you. Hoseok moved out of the way so Jungkook could see you more, and you tried your best to smile back.
“Hey, I’ve been looking all over for you,” Jungkook addressed you as he pushed his hair out of his face. “I thought you went to go talk to Yoongi, but he said he hadn’t seen you yet.”
“Yeah, I was just on my way, but I ran into Hoseok-”
“Y/N,” Hoseok warned. Jungkook’s smile turned into one of confusion.
“What’s going on,” Jungkook was quick to ask before you could respond. It was then that he fully noticed how you were seated, somewhat curled into yourself.
“You need to tell him,” Hoseok’s eyes were burning into yours, and Jungkook felt a small pit of unease settle in his stomach. He knelt down beside you, similar to how Hoseok had done moments prior.
“Angel, hey, talk to me. What’s this about?” Jungkook took one of your hands in his and shook it slightly before placing a kiss on the back of it.
“It’s nothing, really-”
“Some guy put his hands on her.” Hoseok clearly was over you beating around the bush.
“What,” Jungkook’s tone was slipping into one you didn’t recognize and for good reason: he sounded furious. His hand tightened around yours.
Hoseok nodded, Jungkook’s attention on him now. “Yeah, I’m glad I noticed. Saw some dude grab her wrist and pull her down into the booth with them.”
Jungkook was up on his feet, hand disappearing from yours.
“What the fuck, where did they go,” he started to walk off but Hoseok held him back.
“Joon and Jin already took care of it, don’t worry. But I still just thought you should know.” Hoseok patted Jungkook on the shoulder and you watched as his body, still visibly tense, relaxed somewhat.
“I gotta get back to work, you can take a little time though, yeah?” Hoseok started walking off after giving you one last look, almost as if he was saying sorry but you knew he did the right thing.
Jungkook took a deep breath before finally looking back at you, his face softening instantly. He slid into the seat across from you, placing his palms on the table as he looked down.
“Koo-”
“Are you ok, at least,” his voice was low, but you could still hear it just over the faint tunes of the jukebox.
“I’m fine-”
“Define fine,” he scoffed. It was clear the two of you wouldn’t get anywhere like this, so you did the only thing you could think to do: you reached out and took both his hands in yours.
Jungkook looked up then through the curtain of tresses still falling into his eyes. He sighed.
“Sorry, baby, I know I shouldn’t be acting like this. It’s just- with everything we’ve been through with him I can’t help but worry about stuff like this.”
You understood completely because you were in the same boat.
Both of you had recently been experiencing less than pleasant encounters with your ex-fiancé, Kun, who for some reason decided he had a vendetta against the two of you. A vendetta that only got worse when you both made it clear you wanted nothing to do with him ever again.
The past week had been pretty quiet, but neither of you could shake the awful feeling that Kun wasn’t gone for good. And tonight’s fiasco did nothing to help that.
“Well it’s over now and I’m ok and I didn’t get hurt so let’s try not to focus on it, yeah?” You squeezed his hands for emphasis and he sighed. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to be worried the rest of his shift, and he still had a few hours left.
“Yeah, I’ll try. I’m just so glad Hoseok was around...are you still wanting to talk to Yoongi?”
You nodded, happy to see Jungkook had relaxed some more from when he first sat across from you.
“I’ll take you to his office, then.” Jungkook got up, pulling you with him since his hands were still in yours. When you both were standing, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug.
He looked down at you before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Also I hate to ask but do you mind staying until I get done with my shift? I’m not too keen on the idea of you going home alone now with everything-“
You giggled and caressed his cheek. “Of course, Koo. I’ll come sit at the bar when I get done talking to Yoongi.”
Jungkook brushed his nose against yours. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” you responded before you reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. His hold around you tightened, and he deepened the kiss for only a moment before pulling back.
“Fuck, I forgot I’m at work, I need to be careful when you’re around.” He carded a hand through his hair before shaking his head to let it fall back into place.
You laughed at his flustered nature, feeling a bit flustered yourself at the fact that even now you still had such an effect on each other. “Well we are back here in a dark corner where not many people are around,” you teased.
Jungkook smirked before tickling your sides, making you laugh louder as you squirmed to get away.
“Don’t tempt me. I’d rather not get fired for public indecency if I can help it.”
“Fine, fine, I guess just take me to see Yoongi then,” you pretended to pout and were rewarded with a chuckle. He led you to the back now where Yoongi’s office was at, his hand wrapped around yours while he scanned the bar the whole way there.
When the two of you reached the familiar door, Jungkook gave your hand one last squeeze and kissed your cheek.
“I’ve gotta get back to the bar, just come chill up there when you’re done, yeah?” His eyebrows were slightly furrowed like he was still worried, but your gentle smile helped smooth them out.
“Of course. I’ll see you soon.”
You knocked on the door and after hearing Yoongi’s muffled greeting you opened it to walk through, not sparing another glance at Jungkook.
“Y/N! I was wondering when you might be stopping by.” Yoongi smiled brightly at you, always making you feel welcome no matter the circumstance. You took a seat in your usual spot across from his desk where he was currently reclining in his chair.
“Hey, Yoon. How are things?” It’d been a little while since the two of you had properly caught up since things had been so chaotic lately.
Yoongi shrugged. “Can’t complain. Business is good and we’ve been pulling in more regulars. I’d like to say it’s thanks to Jungkook but don’t tell him I told you that. Kid has a big enough head as it is.”
You couldn’t help the proud grin that stretched across your face. Jungkook had been working hard to help turn the bar into a more welcoming environment and increased his work hours to also assist with some building upgrades Yoongi had been wanting to install for years. Their business had increased exponentially as a result, so you knew Yoongi meant it when he said he had Jungkook to thank.
“I’ll be sure to keep it our little secret,” you brought your hand up to mimic a ‘shh’ expression and Yoongi chuckled.
“Perfect.” He leaned forward then, an elbow resting on his desk and his head supported by his palm. “So tell me: how’s married life?”
“It’s everything I could ever want and more. I can’t say much has changed except the whole ‘legally being bound together’ thing, since we still act the same. It’s just…nice. Really, really nice.” Your gaze drifted down to your wedding ring, and as it was with every other time you saw it, you could feel something akin to butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.
Yoongi gave you his trademark lopsided grin. “Glad to hear it. You know, I was always rooting for you two from the start.”
You feigned annoyance, playfully rolling your eyes. “I know, I know, you only tell me every chance you get.” Yoongi never took a liking to your ex-fiancé and had always favored Jungkook, this much you knew. Even before Kun turned into the person he was now, Yoongi never cared for him. And he made sure it was known.
“Have you thought about when you’re going to pop the question?” You decided to switch gears and put him on the spot, giggling at the way he seemed flustered.
“Well I uh, I’ve thought about it I just- it’s hard to figure out the right time, you know? And is she even ready for that, I can’t tell-”
“Min Yoongi, you stop that right now. She is so in love with you that I bet she’s ready for you to ask any day now, just so she can say yes like she’s been wanting to for so long now.” You had spent enough time around Yoongi and his long-term partner to know that the two were head-over-heels for each other, nearly rivaling you and Jungkook in how easy it was to tell.
Yoongi grinned. “You think so, huh?”
“No doubt in my mind. In fact-” you were cut off by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your pocket. You hastily took it out, not sure who could be calling at this hour.
It dawned on you then that you had been expecting a new client to call, and the number on your screen was one you didn’t recognize so you figured it could be them. Your boss had heavily expressed the importance of this client and their business venture they were offering, so without giving it another thought you hopped out of your chair.
“Sorry Yoon, I need to take this real quick. Do you mind if I step out the back door? It shouldn’t take too long.” You were already heading to leave his office, trying to catch the call before it stopped ringing, barely missing his soft “Go ahead.”
You bolted through the back door of the establishment, out into the dimly lit parking lot. As soon as you heard the door shut, you swiftly answered the call.
“Hello, this is Y/N speaking, may I ask who’s calling?” You gave your usual greeting for work related or other conversations when you didn’t recognize the number. The silence that you were met with on the other end made a chill run down your spine.
You froze altogether when the other voice spoke.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to answer calls from numbers you don’t know?”
You felt your lower lip tremble. “K-Kun?”
A dark chuckle from the other end of the line. “Missed me, sweetheart?”
‘Just hang up,’ your brain was screaming at you, but you were holding your phone in an iron-tight grip, knuckles taut.
“Leave me alone and never contact me again,” you were finally able to respond, moving your arm to bring your phone down to hang up.
Your phone hit the ground before you got the chance.
Someone had come up behind you and pulled both arms behind your back, a hand coming around to muffle the scream you let out.
“Shhh,” someone whispered beside your ear. “You don’t want to make this harder for yourself, hm?”
That voice, why did you recognize that voice?
The person started dragging you off into one of the darker corners of the parking lot, ignoring your futile attempts to kick and writhe out of their grasp. You continued screaming into their palm but to no avail.
When you reached where they wanted you to be, they let you go and pushed you down onto the ground, causing your back to hit the wall and briefly knock the breath out of you. Before you could pick yourself back up, 2 other shadowy figures blocked your path. There was just enough light for you to finally make out the faces of the 3 people standing over you.
They were the same ones from earlier in the bar, the ones who had harassed you and yanked you down into their booth.
“What do you want,” you sobbed out into the night air. You were too terrified to try screaming again, afraid of what they might do. Especially now that you were across the lot, away from your phone and any chance of contacting someone else. Not to mention the fact that it was loud inside the bar, so screaming wouldn’t do you many favors anyway.
And if someone walked by, nothing would look out of the ordinary since it was just dark enough where you were to obscure the vision of anyone looking from the outside.
Before any of them could answer you, there was another sound you heard faintly in the distance: footsteps.
“Hel-,” you started to cry out, but as if they knew what you were planning, one of the men dropped down and covered your mouth again, now letting you see who was approaching behind them. Your eyes widened in terror as you took in the newcomer’s sinister grin.
You watched as Kun nodded to the other 2 men and they moved aside, while the third one still keeping your mouth covered moved slightly out of the way. Kun knelt down and moved his hand, replacing it with his own before you could scream again.
“Well well, fancy seeing you here.” Kun reached out and caressed your check with the back of his other hand, making you let out a strangled whimper as you tried to move back and away from him. He shook his head at your action and grabbed onto one of your arms now instead, pulling you and himself up in a swift motion.
His grip around your arm was painful, making you wince. Kun either didn’t notice or didn’t care. One look into his eyes was enough to see that the man you’d spent many years of your life with was completely gone with no trace left whatsoever. You didn’t know this person standing in front of you now.
And you didn’t ever want to.
“Now, I’m gonna move my hand, and you’re not gonna scream. Got it? Because if you do,” he moved forward to where his face was inches away from yours now. “I promise this will be so much worse for you. And you know I always keep my promises, don’t you?”
Kun was laughing before you could react at all, knowing good and well he’d broken several promises during your time together. He must have taken your silence as compliance because you could feel his hand relaxing around your face.
“Good girl,” the words made you shudder repulsively, wanting nothing more than for this to be just a terrible figment of your imagination and for you to be back inside at the bar waiting on Jungkook.
Jungkook. The thought of him caused a lump to form in your throat. You had no idea what Kun had planned for you, and that caused your heart to constrict as the vision of Jungkook smiling lovingly at you flashed through your mind.
You squeezed your eyes shut and felt a tear roll down your cheek. You opened them again once you felt Kun’s hand disappear.
“Ah, so you can take direction well. I guess Jungkook’s trained you somewhat since you’re his bitch now-”
“What do you want,” you asked through gritted teeth. The last thing you wanted to hear come from this man’s mouth was the name of your beloved. You didn’t want him brought up at all, the less this was focused on Jungkook the better.
But, since it was Kun, that obviously didn’t happen.
Kun laughed again, a loud, ugly sound. “What do I want? The same thing I’ve always wanted. Isn’t it obvious?”
The 3 men were crowded around both of you now, and it dawned on you then that they were blocking any means of escape for you. That didn’t bode well for you and you knew it, but you held your ground. You didn’t want to give Kun any more of the upper hand than he already had.
Kun finally dropped his other hand from your arm in favor of now caging you in against the wall. You were trapped even more now, but you just stared back at him, trying your best to look unfazed. Kun dipped his head down and you held your breath.
“What I want,” you could feel him barely hovering over your lips and the feeling made your skin crawl, “is for Jungkook to pay.”
“Pay for what,” you couldn’t help your annoyed tone. Kun’s obsession with Jungkook and ‘coming out on top’ – whatever that even meant, you weren’t entirely sure – had gotten old and you were beyond sick of it. “He owes you nothing, we owe you nothing.”
Kun hummed and shook his head, his nose almost brushing against yours, but you turned your head and let it graze against your cheek.
”I don’t think you get to decide that, not in the position you’re in, anyway. You see, I’m tired of seeing Jungkook get literally everything handed to him without trying-”
“Jungkook has worked hard for everything he has, something you wouldn’t know about,” you spat back. Kun was right, you were certainly in no position to be talking back right now, but you wouldn’t stand idly by while he slandered Jungkook just because he felt like it. “You’ve always been jealous of him-”
“Shut up, shut up!” Kun snarled, all but yelling in your face before he grabbed you by the jaw. You grimaced from the pain of it, a sound something like a scream starting but dying in your throat.
“You fucking infuriate me sometimes, you know that? I can’t believe I wasted so many years with you.” His grip around your jaw tightened as he finished talking, making it almost too hard for you to respond.
“Likewise,” you managed to get out, not being able to help the sob you let out when he squeezed more.
“Doesn’t matter.” Kun’s face stretched into that evil, Cheshire-like grin and for the first time that night you felt genuinely horrified about what his true intentions might be. “I’m not concerned with you or how you feel.”
Kun finally let go of your jaw and you let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. He grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you closer, knocking you off balance and unfortunately causing you to brace yourself against his chest.
He hugged you to him and whispered in your ear: “What I do care about is seeing Jungkook’s reaction when his precious wife is suddenly nowhere to be found.”
That kicked you into fight or flight mode, eyes widening and mouth opening to scream as you flailed your hands around. Your flailing did little to help you because Kun was already dragging you alongside him away from the wall, still holding you close.
“Let me go, you psycho!” you screamed, only causing him to turn you around and put a hand over your mouth again while his other arm held you firm against his torso.
“One of you bring the car around,” Kun ordered, and you saw one of the men dashing away. As you were pulled further away from the bar, your vision was clouded with a film of tears and your muffled sobs were hidden behind Kun’s hand. You were no match for his strength, and he proved it because he was literally dragging you across the concrete despite you being so uncooperative. Gentle raindrops had just started falling from the sky, further impairing your vision.
It was then that you heard a pained grunt followed by a thud coming from a little further away, in the direction the other man had ran off to. You tried to focus your eyes to see what was happening when the next sound that graced your ears was fast footsteps as they pounded against the pavement.
“Get your fucking hands off of her!”
A familiar voice made you cry out with joy and fight harder against Kun.
“Yoongi,” you cried out, still muffled but enough to draw his attention to your face now. He was running toward Kun fast, and when he saw the position you were in, he sped up, determined to free you by any means necessary.
You briefly worried about the other men behind him, until you saw that another was already knocked down and someone else – you thought it might be Jimin – was currently fighting with the third man. While your attention was on them, you didn’t register Kun tossing you aside until it was too late.
You slipped on the now wet pavement and fell down, barely able to brace yourself for the impact in time. Your earlier vision of Jungkook smiling was the last thing to flash through your mind before your head hit the ground.
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Yoongi glanced at his watch for the second time. It’d been about 10 minutes since you stepped outside to take your phone call, and he figured it had to have been important if you were still outside.
As he was wondering whether or not to call you himself to see if everything was alright, Jimin stuck his head inside the office, peeking around the door. “Hey boss, is Y/N around?”
Yoongi sat up straight. “Yeah, she stepped outside to take a call but it’s been a few minutes. Why?”
Jimin’s face blanched. “She went alone?”
“Yeah... Jimin’s what’s going on?”
Jimin took a deep breath. “It’s probably nothing, but earlier there were some guys that straight up harassed her. They were thrown out but-“
Yoongi held a hand up. “Wait. Pause. Someone harassed her? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”
Jimin had stepped fully into the room now, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked at the ground. “Well it wasn’t that long ago, so maybe nobody had the chance yet.”
Yoongi’s brows furrowed. “Does Jungkook know?”
Jimin nodded. “Yeah, he’s the one who asked me to come check on her without being too obvious about it. I think the whole thing has him spooked.”
Yoongi didn’t like the feeling that was slowly creeping up on him. He dialed your number and put the receiver to his ear, hoping to hear a busy signal on the other end.
When he was met with a series of rings, his heart started beating faster. He was up and out of his chair fully by the time he heard your voicemail greeting.
“Fuck,” he mumbled out loud to no one in particular. He was jogging over to the back door, a confused Jimin following close behind.
“Yoongi, what-”
“Not now, Jimin.” He picked up his pace, feeling his chest tighten as he approached the door. He was hoping that when he opened it you would be on the other side, because maybe you just lost track of time and your phone was on silent.
Wishful thinking helps in times of peril, right?
Yoongi pushed the door open quickly, letting it bang against the side of the bar. You were nowhere in sight, his eyes frantically searching through the lot for a trace of you.
What he was met with, though, was instead the sight of 3 - maybe 4? - dark figures across the lot, huddled in a suspicious way. His heart dropped to his stomach.
He started running, not knowing what would meet him when he did, but not caring either. As he approached, one of the figures tried to block him. He took them down easily with a single punch, making them groan in pain as their body connected with the ground. Yoongi never stopped running for even a moment.
His heart wrenched when his vision finally adjusted enough to the darkness outside and he could see you and exactly who was holding you.
“Get your fucking hands off of her!” He shouted as he continued running, getting ready to barrel into Kun at any moment.
Hearing your faint cry of his name only made him go faster when his eyes landed on your horrified face.
It was raining now but Yoongi wouldn’t let that stop him from saving you. What he didn’t anticipate was for Kun to throw you in the opposite direction, making him conflicted about who to go after now. He settled for pursuing Kun still, finally reaching him and grabbing him by the shirt.
“What the actual fuck is your problem,” Yoongi yelled in Kun’s face. Kun brought his hands up to try and tear Yoongi’s away, but they wouldn’t budge.
Kun stopped trying to fight back and smiled at Yoongi, making a fresh wave of disgust cascade over him. When Kun spoke, his voice had a calm edge to it. “I’ll just keep coming back, no matter how many times you and those idiots in there,” he jerked his head in the direction of the bar, “try to keep me away.”
Yoongi quickly spun Kun around and forced him to the ground, keeping his hands behind his back and not giving him a way to escape. “Jimin, call the cops,” he called over his shoulder before leaning closer to Kun’s face. “We may not be able to keep you away, but they certainly can with all the dirt we have on you.”
Kun chuckled slightly before grimacing when Yoongi twisted his arm further. “You know,” he huffed out, “Y/N was pretty off balance when I threw her earlier.”
Yoongi stilled. He realized that Kun was trying to distract him by making him worry about you, and unfortunately for Yoongi it was working. Especially when his eyes fell on your unmoving figure several feet away, lying on your side.
“Shit,” he jumped up and ran over to you, completely abandoning Kun, beyond caring at that point. He knelt down and turned you over. He swallowed when he saw the way your arm landed limply on the ground beside him. He embraced your upper body within his arms, shaking you a little.
“Y/N, hey, wake up,” he begged. He could feel that you were still breathing, but it was very evident your fall had knocked you out. And Yoongi knew there was no telling what happened before he even got to you, so he had no clue how injured you might actually be.
He heard footsteps approaching from behind him, splashing against the puddles that were starting to form in the parking lot. He didn’t have to look up to know it was Jimin, since the other man was calling out his name before he got there.
“Yoongi, I called them, they said – wait where did he go?” Jimin was standing over Yoongi now, looking from one area of the parking lot to the other, but Kun was nowhere in sight. “Did you let him leave?”
Yoongi’s silence prompted Jimin to finally look down and his mouth dropped open as he himself dropped to kneel next to Yoongi.
“Holy shit, what happened,” Jimin reached out to gingerly touch your arm, frown deepening when he got no response from you.
“She probably hit her head when that bastard threw her earlier. She’s just knocked out, I think,” Yoongi’s voice was lined with unbridled anger. “Go see if you can find Jin since he’s the closest thing we have to a medic right now. And get Kook.”
Jimin nodded and without another word took off toward the bar. Yoongi couldn’t fathom how Jungkook would react but he knew it wouldn’t be good. As he waited, he held you closer, trying to shield you from the rain.
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Jungkook’s fingers were drumming against the bar absentmindedly as he listened to one of his regular patrons drone on about their week as they usually did on nights like tonight. He was genuinely trying to focus on what they were saying, truly he was, but his mind had been so muddled ever since the incident earlier that he found it hard to think about anything else.
Which is exactly why he had asked Jimin to casually check in on you and Yoongi.
It’d been a few minutes and Jimin still wasn’t back; Jungkook hoped that they were all 3 chatting and Jimin was just taking his time. He did want him to be inconspicuous about it, after all.
His patron finally excused themselves to go to the restroom, and Jungkook offered them a soft smile. For a second, he allowed himself to take a deep breath and try to push any lingering negative thoughts out of his mind so he could make it through the rest of his shift.
Jungkook should’ve known better than to hope for a moment’s peace.
He heard Jimin before he saw him, colliding with the other end of the bar. Jungkook cautiously started walking over to him, trying to ignore the heavy feeling that settled over his body like a suffocating blanket.
“Kook,” Jimin panted, “we need you. Now.”
The expression on Jimin’s face and the urgency of his voice made Jungkook’s blood run cold. He wasted no time in leaving the bar as he followed Jimin, nearly running him over when Jimin stopped once they were outside. As his sight adjusted to the drizzling rain, he saw something that made him run as fast as he could before eventually falling to his knees, panic seizing his heart.
“No. No no no no no,” Jungkook was chanting over and over as he stared at you, huddled against Yoongi as he held you close. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t moving.
Jungkook’s hands were shaking, and he could feel his lips quivering. Yoongi stared at Jungkook somberly before gentle passing you over to him.
He immediately drew you to him, burying your face in his chest while he cradled the back of your head with his palm.
The rain started pouring down harder now and he knew it was pelting against his back, cold and wet enough to chill him to the bone. But Jungkook felt nothing. There was nothing but numbness as he continued to rock you gently in his arms and placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“Hey angel, I’m here,” his voice was unsteady. “It’s me, baby, I’ve got you. You’re gonna be ok,” his arm that was wrapped around your back tightened its hold on you and he placed his head in the crook of your neck. You still didn’t rouse, no matter what he tried, and his shoulders started to shake.
“Kook-” Yoongi had to talk loud to be heard over the sudden downpour. “We need to get her inside.” He tried reaching out to touch Jungkook’s arm but Jungkook flinched away, embracing you even tighter now as if he was trying to protect you from anything and everything.
He just wanted to protect you. And the fact that he had failed was currently eating him alive with regret.
Yoongi sighed but tried again. “Jungkook,” he said it softer this time but still loud enough, “let’s take her inside. You don’t want her to get sick.”
At the mention of your well-being potentially suffering further damage, Jungkook started to somewhat come back to his senses. He held you tight and stood up with a little help from Yoongi, making sure to keep you as close to his chest as possible so you wouldn’t get soaked and because right now, he needed you near.
When the 3 of you were inside, Yoongi ushered you all into his office since there was a small couch in there were you could lie down. Jungkook placed you as gently as possible on the couch, feeling his heart break piece by piece every second you remained unmoving. The only thing that could offer him solace was the faint rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.
He dropped to sit on the floor beside the couch, holding one of your hands in his while he used his other one to brush some of your wet hair out of your face. He leaned his forehead against the arm of the couch and inhaled shakily.
Yoongi was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, looking at the two of you. Jungkook appreciated Yoongi for giving him time to try and calm down before talking again.
“What happened,” Jungkook managed to croak after a minute or so had passed.
Yoongi took a deep breath. “Kun was here.”
Jungkook whipped his head around fast, his hair splaying water droplets on the couch. His eyes were glazed over with unshed tears, and Yoongi had never seen him look so angry.
He’d never seen Jungkook look so hurt.
“Kun did this to her,” Jungkook asked, tone low and dark, but it came out more as a statement because he already knew. He could tell by the angered inflection in Yoongi’s voice when he mentioned Kun.
Yoongi nodded. “Unfortunately. When I first made it outside, he was holding onto her, dragging her away-”
“Dragging her where,” his hand that was holding yours involuntarily squeezed harder.
Yoongi shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know, it looked like he was trying to take her to a car…”
Jungkook didn’t miss the way he trailed off. He waited for Yoongi to collect his thoughts.
“Jungkook, I- I think he may have been trying to abduct her.”
Jungkook felt like the room had suddenly tilted. The idea of that – God, the idea of anything remotely close to that – made him feel violently ill.
He looked at your face then, noticing how it wasn’t scrunched up in pain; you actually looked quite peaceful despite the circumstances, almost like you were simply in a deep slumber. He tried hard to swallow around the ever-growing lump that was still forming in his throat when he brushed his fingertips along the length of your arm.
You were here, physically here. He could see you and he could touch you. Yoongi had saved you in time before you had been whisked away to who knows where. The fact that Kun had even dared to try to take you away… the possibility of you being gone and Jungkook not knowing where you had been taken to or if he’d ever see you again-
It made Jungkook see red.
This isn’t the life he wanted for you. He never wanted you to have to look over your shoulder in fear at the idea of someone following you, like you’d been doing the last several weeks. He never ever wanted you to get hurt, especially in such a way as this.
He could feel anger flowing through his veins, seeping into his bones and consuming him, with the only thing able to ground him right now being the feeling of your soft hand enveloped by his own.
Yoongi was saying more but Jungkook couldn’t make it out over his own voice screaming at him inside his head. His mind was waging a war with itself, questioning so many things-
Was he really the best person for you?
Was there someone out there who could protect you, who could keep you safe in ways he couldn’t?
…
Would loving you be enough if he could never fully promise you peace?
What if-
“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s stern voice cut through the thick fog of his mind and Jungkook shook his head to try clear it completely. He focused his attention on his friend that was now staring at him, sporting a frown on his face full of concern.
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
Jungkook gulped. “Honestly? No.”
Yoongi’s frown intensified. “Kook-”
“Don’t, just- please repeat it. Please.”
Yoongi sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he continued. “I was saying that Kun threw her to the ground and that’s how she hit her head.”
Jungkook’s unoccupied hand balled into a fist and he clenched his jaw. Yoongi could see him tense up but continued speaking.
“I asked Jimin to fetch Jin seeing as he’s had more medical training than any of us and I figured it’d be better than waiting on an ambulance.”
He had barely gotten the last word out before there was hurried knocking on the door. Yoongi walked over to the door quickly to open it, and Jin rushed in without a moment’s hesitation.
“Sorry it took so long, I needed to get supplies.” He made his way to the couch, crouching down in front of it next to Jungkook. He placed the bag he was carrying down onto the ground beside him as he started sifting through it to find other things he needed. Jungkook watched Jin without really seeing him, flinching a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Kook,” Yoongi said softly as Jungkook looked up at him. “We need to let Jin look at her. C’mon,” he patted his shoulder before walking away, and Jungkook knew Yoongi expected him to follow him.
Jungkook also knew Yoongi was right, and he needed to let Jin get to work. He hated the thought of leaving you, but he knew he wasn’t going far. In fact, he wasn’t even going to leave the room, and if he was encouraged to, well-
There wasn’t anything anyone could do to make him leave that room short of physically removing him themselves. And with how wound up Jungkook was about this entire situation, that wouldn’t be an easy feat by any means.
Thankfully, Yoongi didn’t ask him to leave, opting instead to offer him his office chair. Jungkook graciously accepted the offer and sat down, briefly observing how Jin carefully examined you from across the room before he placed his head in his hands.
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Some time passed before Jungkook felt like he could properly breathe again. And he was only feeling like that now because you had finally started to stir.
As soon as the faintest noise was heard from you, Jungkook was out of his seat and in front of the couch again.
You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the light by blinking a few times. After doing this, you tilted your head to the side and your eyes landed on Jungkook. He inhaled sharply, feeling like he might break apart when you gave him the sweetest smile.
“Koo,” you breathed out softly as your hand reached up to caress his cheek. He vaguely heard Jin telling Yoongi something about you still having decent control over your motor skills being a good sign, but right now all his focus was on you specifically.
Well, he was also focusing on not having a breakdown, but you were most important.
His hand came up to cover yours that was still on his face and for the first time in what felt like ages, his lips curved upward into a smile.
“Hey, angel,” he responded. “How are you feeling?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Well, my head hurts but otherwise I’m fine? A little sore, though-”
“That’s probably from your fall earlier,” Jin interrupted, pulling your attention back to him. You looked at him, bewildered.
“I fell? When did I fall?”
Yoongi and Jungkook shared a look then, and Jungkook would be lying if he said you not remembering what happened didn’t worry him.
It worried him a lot, actually.
Jin hummed. “We can talk about it later. I need to examine you now though, ok? Make sure you don’t have any signs of a concussion or something else.”
The scared look on your face made Jungkook’s chest tighten.
“O-ok, yeah, sure. Do whatever you need to,” you said as you tried to sit up straight, Jungkook and Jin both helping to steady you as you did.
It didn’t take long for Jin to conduct his examination. While he was checking you over, Yoongi relayed the events from earlier to you and Jungkook observed as the look in your eyes switched from one of confusion to one of horror the more Yoongi went on.
“I-I remember now. Right before you came out there, Kun told me-” you trailed off, speaking to Yoongi but looking over at Jungkook now. His heart started beating painfully when you paused.
“What did he tell you, baby?”
You inhaled unevenly, the sight tearing Jungkook up even more on the inside. “He told me that he wanted to see your reaction when I was nowhere to be found.”
This time, he swore his heart stopped.
So Kun had not only planned to take you away, but he wanted to make sure you couldn’t be found?
Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that if he ever saw Kun again, he’d-
“Koo?”
Your pleading tone made Jungkook’s eyes snap back up to your face. You were trying to give him a small smile, but he could still see the fear lying behind your eyes.
“It’s going to be ok,” you attempted to reassure him. “Don’t worry.”
Jungkook had no idea how you could sit here an expect him not to worry but he didn’t want to fight you on it. You’d both had enough excitement for one night so all he did was nod and hope that would suffice for now.
His mind was starting to race again with the same kind of thoughts he had earlier, plaguing him with questions he didn’t know the answers to.
Frankly, he didn’t even know if he wanted the answers either.
Jin stood up from where he was seated on the floor, straightening himself up and stretching his long limbs. “She’s going to be fine. Just keep an eye on her for the next few days, but I don’t see anything to be alarmed about. If anything changes, you can call me but also if you’re more comfortable going to a hospital, that’s fine too. I won’t be offended.”
Jungkook smiled at his eldest friend. “Thank you, Jin. Seriously, thank you.”
Jin nodded, offering a warm smile to you before exiting the room.
Yoongi walked over to the couch and ruffled your hair. Jungkook watched the exchange with fondness, seeing two of the people he cared about most in the world also caring for each other.
“I’m so glad you’re ok,” Yoongi said, sounding utterly tired. You thanked him again for what he had done, and Jungkook left the two of you alone momentarily so he could check on Jimin and Hoseok at the bar. They entertained him for all of maybe 5 seconds before shooing him away, assuring him that they could handle things and that he should just take you home and be with you right now.
Jungkook thought nothing sounded better.
When he made it back to Yoongi’s office, he saw that you were now sitting on the armrest of the couch. Yoongi must have helped you get up from the couch, seeing as he was standing beside you, and Jungkook strode over to take his place now with an arm around your waist. Yoongi didn’t say anything about him leaving other than to wish you both a goodnight and that he would talk to Jungkook later.
Jungkook helped you walk to the car, not letting you go for even a fraction of a second, despite your teasing him about being able to walk on your own. Be that as it may, he still wouldn’t let go, because the truth of the matter was he was just too scared to.
It wasn’t until you were both in the car riding home that Jungkook let those negative thoughts devour him once more.
And this time, they were almost impossible to shake away.
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When both of you finally arrived home, Jungkook opened the door and surveyed the room before letting you go inside. You knew his paranoia was at an all-time high right now and frankly you couldn’t blame him; you were still really unsettled, too.
But you were more of the mindset that it’s in the past now and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. You never liked to dwell too long on things and Jungkook was becoming better about that as well.
You weren’t sure if it’d be that easy this time, though.
He’d barely said a word to you the whole ride home, and even now as you were both standing by the front door while he locked it, he was still eerily quiet. Once it was sufficiently locked enough by Jungkook’s standards, he gave you one last look before he started walking down the hallway. You frowned and followed him.
“Koo?”
No response.
“Baby? Talk to me.” It looked like he was trying to go to the kitchen, but it was still dark in the house since he’d barely turned on any of the lights, so you weren’t sure. Still no answer.
“Jungkook.” You called out sternly this time and just barely spotted him as he disappeared into the kitchen. When he heard you walk in, he finally spoke.
“You should eat something, what do you want?”
His voice broke your heart.
“I’m not hungry-”
“You can go lay down, Jin said you didn’t have a concussion so it should be fine. I can bring some food up for you.” He was leaning against the counter in front of the sink, his back turned to you and his head hanging somewhat.
He sounded not at all like himself, and it scared you. Not in the way that you were scared of him, but you were scared because you didn’t know what to do.
Talking was obviously getting you nowhere, so you instead walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, placing your cheek against his back. He flinched.
“Baby, please,” his voice sounded like it was breaking so you just held him tighter, hoping he could feel your love from the way you embraced him as if you never wanted to let him go.
“Koo, I need you to talk to me. I need to know what’s wrong-”
“What’s wrong is me,” he gritted out, tone louder than before and it made you jump. He then released himself from your arms and tried to walk away.
“Jungkook, wait,” you scrambled to go after him, catching him before he could disappear into another room, this time turning him around to face you. He was leaning against the wall and didn’t try to move past you anymore, but he avoided your gaze.
“Koo, look at me,” you stressed, ducking down to peek up at him. He finally raised his head so you could look into his eyes at a normal level. You noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes, and it nearly made you start crying yourself.
Jungkook never hid his vulnerability from you, he never hid anything from you. But even so, it was still a rare sight to see him cry.
“Why do you want to be around me right now,” he questioned, voice wavering and you recognized the sound. He was trying to hold himself back from crying.
“Koo, what do you mean, why wouldn’t I want to be around you? I love you-”
“I couldn’t protect you,” his voice rose in pitch, not to talk over you but because he was just so upset. “I couldn’t save you, I wasn’t around to help you- God, baby, you got fucking attacked and I wasn’t there.”
He was trembling and you tried to steady him by placing your hands on his shoulders. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, and they were bound to start pooling in your own eyes any second.
“None of that is your fault,” you emphasized your words by squeezing his shoulders. “Ok? No one could have predicted what that psycho was gonna do, not you, not me, not Yoongi, nobody.”
“For fuck’s sake, he almost kidnapped you-”
“But he didn’t and I’m here.” You brushed his cheek to wipe some of the tears away and he choked back a sob. “I’m here, with you, and that’s what matters.”
“I could have lost you,” he said it just above a whisper as you moved to brush the tears away from his other cheek.
You blinked back your own tears. “You didn’t lose me.”
“But I could have. We have no idea what the fuck he’s capable of and just- every time I think about what might have happened if no one got to you in time, I start to lose my mind.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up on your tip-toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips, heart lurching when he actually kissed you back and his hands found purchase on your waist as they usually did.
“You didn’t lose me. You have me. All of me. I’m right here,” you kissed him once more. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
Jungkook let out a sob as he pulled you closer, nearly crushing you with his embrace. You ran your hand through his hair to try and soothe him when he leaned his forehead on your shoulder.
“I was so fucking scared,” he said against your skin. “So terrified. I love you so much,” a tender kiss was placed on the side of your neck now, and you could feel his lips still trembling.
“I love you,” your response prompted another small sob from him, “I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world and I’ll show you that everyday for the rest of my life, as long as you let me.”
“Baby-” Jungkook’s voice cracked with so much raw emotion and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You were determined to show him your conviction behind your statement, so with your hand still buried in his hair, you pulled him down to your level once more as you crashed your lips together.
You’d never felt anything quite like the emotions that coursed through you every single time you kissed Jungkook. It didn’t matter if it was the cute good morning kisses upon waking up, the silly, laughter-filled ones that happened in the midst of playing around, or the intense ones bursting with passion that always led to something more. Each one was different and better than the last, and it was like a language between you both filled with unspoken words that demonstrated exactly what you felt.
This was one of the many ways the two of your expressed your devotion to one another, through an action as simple as kissing yet the feelings it always evoked inside of you were anything but. And even during times like tonight when you’d both endured something extremely emotional, you could still find comfort in each other through these gestures.
When you finally broke apart, you were both panting breathlessly, and Jungkook rested his forehead against yours.
“Sorry, baby,” Jungkook breathed, voice somewhat raspy. His fingers had started gripping your waist harder during the exchange, but you felt them start to loosen.
That was most definitely something you didn’t want, so you placed your hands on the sides of his face and looked him in the eyes.
“Koo,” you spoke softly, cautiously, as if you were testing the waters. “Can I give you all of me?”
His eyes sparkled with the realization of what you were implying, and for a moment you wondered if he would reject you. And if he did, that would be completely fine with you because his comfort mattered most of all to you right now, as it always did. Tonight had been a lot to deal with and you weren’t sure what mindset he would be in about this sort of thing-
That thought remained unfinished in your mind as Jungkook captured your lips again and all other rational thought went out the window. All you could focus on now was how Jungkook’s body felt melded up against yours, how his mouth was exploring yours like he’d done so many times before, how his fingers dug into your skin like he was afraid to let you go.
You jumped up and Jungkook wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss while he turned you around so that your back was against the wall. You heard a low groan come from him as you intensified the kiss before he pulled away.
“Angel, are you sure about this?” He was holding you up with help from the wall, hands placed on your thighs just underneath your ass. Your hand was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck since you knew how much he loved that. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you-”
“Koo, I’m fine. I feel fine and I’m not in pain. I promise. I want this. I want you,” you gave him another searing kiss that you felt yourself melting into. “But only if you want it too.”
Jungkook’s next kiss knocked the breath out of you and he swallowed the surprised whimper you let out. “Of course, baby. I always want you.”
His words never failed to make you feel warm all over, with love and adoration as well as arousal. Right now, you were feeling all of these things as he situated your legs around his waist in a more comfortable position.
“Do you want to do this here,” he panted as his eyes met yours again. You could tell he was getting worked up just having you like this here against the wall, so you wasted no time answering him.
“Yes Koo, please,” you urged him to continue. “Wanna feel you close. Don’t wanna wait.”
“Fuck, I mean, I could take us upstairs-” his words ended with a grunt as you drew him closer by wrapping your legs tighter around him, making him grind against you. His head dipped down to rest against your shoulder as he let out shallow breaths, his fingers threatening to make indentations in your skin.
In a somewhat frenzied manner, Jungkook put you back down on your feet so the both of you could remove your clothes, too impatient to take everything off and only getting rid of what was necessary. When both of your lower halves were bare, he secured you around his waist once more, his length rapidly hardening against your now naked thigh.
You reached in between the two of you to wrap your hand around him, and the feeling was enough to have him inhaling sharply before he kissed you with a newfound urgency. You could tell by the way he was moaning against your mouth that your teasing caresses were working and within no time he was ready. You let out a stuttered moan when Jungkook’s long fingers disappeared inside of you so he could make sure you were stretched enough.
When he deemed you prepped enough – and when you started rocking against his fingers with impatient whimpers – he withdrew so he could line himself up with you. Your already soaked folds were threatening to pull him in, and it was almost too much for him to handle in his heightened emotional state.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, as he always did. The stretch made you lean your head back against the wall, his soft curses only spurring you on even more. On other nights you might would try to coax him to be a little rougher because you knew you could take it, but tonight you weren’t in a rush for anything, and neither was he. Tonight was about you two being together as one, relishing the way you shared this connection with each other and conveying it through this intimate act.
Both of you sighed in pleasure when Jungkook bottomed out, finally experiencing that complete closeness the two of you craved more than anything else right now. His hands gripped your ass firmly to start moving you up and down his length in slow, steady strokes. He didn’t want to take things fast or go hard tonight – he just wanted to enjoy this feeling, having you so close and yet still wanting to pull you impossibly closer.
The feeling of your warmth around him mixed with the tousling of your hands in his hair was driving him crazy. Every touch from you, no matter how small, always ignited something within him that he couldn’t explain. He was so unapologetically, wholeheartedly in love with you.
And he’d just come so close to losing you.
Pain twisted his heart as he stared at you, watching your face scrunch up in the most beautiful way. Your head was tilted back with your eyes crinkled shut while his name was falling from your lips in hushed whispers. Each thrust was pushing you further up the wall before he would bring you back down again, and your arms wound themselves around his neck to help anchor yourself further.
You looked ethereal, and Jungkook was trying so hard to focus on you and not the negative thoughts that were once again settling uncomfortably in his mind. His body was fighting itself on whether he should succumb to the pleasure he was feeling or if he should submit to the dark cloud blanketing his mind.
His change in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by you.
Jungkook continued to move inside of you, keeping a consistent pace, but something wasn’t right. He was looking at you, but he wasn’t looking at you. He had a pained expression on his face, and that’s what kicked your own worry into gear.
“Koo, baby, hey what’s wrong?” You held his face in both of your hands and watched as he crumbled underneath your touch. He had slid his hands up to rest against your back now in an attempt to embrace you further, hands trapped in between you and the wall.
You almost started panicking when you saw the tears start to brim in his eyes again.
“I just-” he choked on a cry and your heart wrenched at the sound, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” He was still moving but his pace had slowed down to a near stop.
“Thinking about what?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know but you needed him to talk to you.
“Thinking about losing you, I can’t-”
His hands reached up higher to grasp onto your shirt you were still wearing, clenching the fabric in his fists as he dragged it down. You could feel the collar of the front of your shirt tightening around you while he hid his head in the crook of your neck and started to shake. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could and ran a hand through his hair, trying to soothe him.
“Please stay,” he whispered, almost too quiet for you to hear. “Please stay with me.”
“Koo-”
“I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you,” more sobs wracked through his body. He had otherwise stilled inside of you but made no effort to move away. “I can’t lose you, I-”
“Baby, look at me.”
Jungkook slowly brought his head up to face you, the sight making you want to break down yourself. He looked so defeated, so broken, and his eyes were shining with tears he didn’t bother hiding anymore.
You cradled his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones before they travelled to trace along the curves of his jawline.
You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, listening as he tried to control his erratic breathing. “I won’t leave you.”
A soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll never leave you.”
You brushed his hair back from his face, and his eyes captivated you as they swirled with so much intense emotion.
“I promised you forever, and I intend to keep it. Nothing, and no one, is going to keep me from you. I love you too much to let that happen,” you granted him a sweet smile and brushed your thumb across his lower lip that had started to quiver. He sniffled as you continued.
“Do you remember our wedding vows?”
Jungkook swallowed as he nodded, seeming a little calmer now.
Your smile widened, and your own set of fresh tears had gathered in the corners of your eyes, ready to spill. “Remember how I told I would give you all of me? That I would give you the best of me?”
He nodded again, and your heart soared at the tiny smile he presented you with.
“I promised you those things. So, no matter what happens, I’ll never leave you. And with everything life throws as us from here on out, we’ll make it through together.”
His smile was widening into the familiar, bunny-like grin you knew and loved dearly. Your Jungkook was coming back to you, and it was almost like you could see the dark fog that had surrounded him evaporating before your very eyes.
“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” You leaned up to tenderly press your lips to his once more, smiling into the kiss as he let out a content sigh. “You’re my person. My forever. Please always remember that.”
You had swept a long lock of hair back from his face as you finished your words, and while you were distracted with that, Jungkook stared at you like you hung the moon and all the stars.
Your declarations of love stirred something inside of him and it dawned on him then that he was still inside of you. This was made more evident when you shifted in his embrace, probably to make yourself more comfortable since you were still against the wall, but it caused your walls to clench around him.
He closed his eyes and groaned, the sound causing arousal to radiate throughout your body. The two of you clearly must have forgotten the position you were in but that was no longer the case when you felt him twitch inside of you.
“Fuck,” he moaned at the sight of you when he opened his eyes again, his hands letting go of your shirt in favor of settling on your waist. Your cheeks were still flushed, with drying tear stains running down them. You were panting softly and Jungkook’s heart felt like it might burst with all the love he had for you.
“I love you,” he declared while he brushed his nose with yours. “And I honestly cannot believe I forgot I was fucking you, like how does that even happen.”
You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose before you drew back to rest contentedly against the wall. “I’m not sure, but do you perhaps want to finish what we started?”
You moved your hips as best you could at your current angle, and it pushed his cock further inside you, making you both moan at the action. He captured one of your hands in his and brought it up to place a kiss on your knuckles.
“Will you still let me give you all of me,” you reiterated your phrase from earlier in the night before all of this started. Jungkook’s eyes had darkened now with lust and he gave you a sly smile.
“Always, baby,” was his response. “Question now though,” he leaned down to let his lips ghost along your neck, making you shiver, “is can you take all of me?”
You tugged on his hair for him to look up at you, making him hiss in the process. You gave him your best challenging stare, and hoped it was convincing.
“Always,” you copied him, “I can easily take anything you give me.”
Jungkook arched an eyebrow and you felt his length twitch at your words. “Is that so?
You barely had time to nod before he was pinning your hand that he was holding on the wall beside your head, his other one gripping your waist hard enough now you knew it would leave a mark.
He pulled out almost all the way before he thrusted back into you hard, making you whine embarrassingly loud. He chuckled dark and low then, squeezing your hand as he intertwined your fingers.
“Too much for you, angel?” Jungkook knew he couldn’t keep this up forever and that he’d eventually crack himself, but he never missed an opportunity to tease you like this. “Thought you said you could take everything I give you.”
You nodded vigorously, not an easy feat with your head leaning against the wall. “I can, I can take it,” you breathed out, clenching around him to try and persuade him to move again. He stuttered out a low moan, determined to not lose his composure just yet.
“Yeah? You sure? Does that mean you want more?” He was shallowly moving inside of you at a torturously slow pace, the drag of his cock against your walls pulling a loud noise of desperation from your throat.
“Please,” you begged, not even caring how desperate you sounded. You just wanted to feel him, all of him, and your core throbbed at the thought of him finally relenting and fucking you how you wanted. “Please give it to me. Please give me more.”
“Fuck, baby, I love hearing you beg for me,” Jungkook moaned, readjusting his grip on your hip. “Gonna give you exactly what you want.”
He hungrily kissed you for a few moments, sinking further into you before he pulled back, panting as he placed his forehead against yours, eyes closed.
“Angel?” His voice was low and just the tone alone made you clench.
“Y-yes?”
He opened his eyes and smiled. “You might wanna hold on tight.”
You just had enough time to wrap your unoccupied arm around his back before he started pounding into you like his life depended on it. He slammed into you repeatedly, making you scream out his name over and over again whenever he’d hit that bundle of nerves inside of you. You gripped his shirt to have something to ground yourself with, and your eyes rolled back as he increased his pace.
Jungkook was grunting into your skin, teeth grazing against your neck. “You feel so fucking good, always so tight and perfect for me, my perfect angel.” He squeezed your hand hard enough that his knuckles were taut, but it didn’t hurt you. If anything, it turned you on more because he was finally letting go, caring more about just being in the moment with you than potentially hurting you.
And you knew he still did care about that, he always would; he was Jungkook, after all. But time and time again you had pleaded with him to stop handling you like you would break under the slightest amount of pressure. This was the first time he did without hesitation or working himself up to it.
And you fucking loved it.
In fact, it was overwhelming enough to the point where you knew you weren’t going to last long at all with the way he was drilling into you. All the emotions the two of you had endured tonight mixed with the passionate entanglement you found yourself wrapped up in now, it was no surprise that you were hurtling toward your undoing at a very fast pace.
“Koo, baby, oh my God-” you finally found your voice again, running your nails down his back, hard enough that if he hadn’t been still wearing his shirt, you’re sure it would have left scratch marks.
“Fuck, angel, can feel you around me, always so good for me,” his tongue darted out past his lips before he captured your bottom one between his teeth and tugged on it gently. “Always my good girl.”
His words made you spasm around him, and he moaned loudly at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut. His damp hair was falling into his face so you brushed it back, gasping at the sight of him.
You’d seen Jungkook like this many times before, but this time? This time was different.
A few curls were still framing his face but he had his head tilted back and his lips parted as the most amazing sounds escaped from them. His brows were furrowed and he looked almost pained, but in a completely different way than he had earlier that night.
Your heart ached at the memory, but you didn’t have long to think about it before he pulled you more flush against his chest, now opting to grab your ass with both hands so he could move you up and down his cock with his strength alone.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out, “I love you so much, angel, just wanna stay with you like this forever.” He was speeding up again and with the new angle, your body felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t even make a noise as the stimulation kept hitting you in wave after wave.
“You said earlier,” Jungkook continued, a little breathless now but never letting up on his powerful thrusts, “that I was – fuck – that I was your person.”
You nodded, still not really able to say anything or make any sound because your orgasm was approaching fast and you didn’t want it to happen so soon. Not until you knew he was there with you.
“Did you mean it,” he asked, hooded eyes trying to search yours. You kissed him with all the strength you could muster, swallowing down his moans as your walls clenched around him.
“Of course I did. I meant everything I said earlier.” A high-pitched moan tore itself from your throat when his hips snapped into you harder at your words.
“Fuck, it always does something to me when you say things like that,” he was losing his composure now, you could tell it by the way he sounded.
His admission made you chuckle fondly. “You know, you said something similar the first time we were together.”
Jungkook opened his eyes to stare at you and grinned at the memory. “Yeah, I did. Meant it then and I mean it now too.”
“I’m glad I still have that kind of effect on you,” you responded, breaking off to moan loudly at a harsher thrust. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened, and he increased his pace, finally pulling you over the edge.
“You do, holy shit, you really do. I hope I can say the same- fuck,” Jungkook knew you were close with the way your walls kept spasming around him every few seconds. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”
You nodded and whined, holding onto his shirt for dear life while he rocked you through the first stages of your euphoric bliss. He was panting right by your ear now, the sounds making your eyes roll back.
“Go on, cum for me then. Fucking love when you cum all over my cock,” Jungkook’s filthy words had you moaning out his name. “My beautiful angel,” he continued, pulling down the collar of your shirt slightly so he could place a kiss on your collarbone. “Always so pretty for me.”
“Fuck, I’m close, Koo, want you there with me,” you opened your eyes in time to see him pulling his lip between his teeth.
“I’m right there, baby, let go for me,” he reached in between the two of you and barely brushed your clit before your sudden orgasm made you clench so hard around him that he had to throw his head back and let out a guttural moan.
“Angel, fuuuuck, I’m right there, I’m-” you crashed your lips against his and swallowed down every loud noise he made, feeling his lips tremble against yours as his hips stuttered when he filled you up with his release.
He broke apart from you with a gasp, leaning his head back and letting out a strained “holy fuck” before he looked at you again. He slowed down now, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely, breathing hard.
He moved you away from the wall, and you thought he might put you down but instead he tightened your legs more securely around him and walked the two of you over to the nearest bathroom to shower, his lips never leaving yours the whole way there.
Thank fuck Jungkook had such great muscle memory and knew where he was going because you definitely couldn’t have pulled that off.
He stayed inside you until he was able to put you in the shower, helping you discard the rest of your clothes before he did the same and joined you. It was your usual ritual and preferred form of aftercare since the water from the shower soothed any sore muscles and it helped you get clean in the process. Not to mention it was another way for you to be close to Jungkook, him only reiterating that truth now and he pulled your back against his chest so he could massage shampoo into your hair.
“Love you,” he whispered softly, placing a kiss on your temple since you leaned your head back at the feeling of his touch. He treated you so delicately now, the complete opposite of how he was just fucking you up against the wall. You loved moments like this just as much, always receptive to everything Jungkook did, every touch that flittered across your skin.
“I love you,” was your response as you turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him into a chaste kiss. He smiled into it, his fingertips brushing against the skin right above your waist.
After your shower, Jungkook carried you upstairs, ignoring your attempts at getting him to put you down because as you told him repeatedly your legs worked just fine and you could walk by yourself. His response?
“Don’t care, still wanna carry you.”
All you could do then was huff, pulling a laugh from the man you loved so much, the sound always beautiful and able to make your heart skip a beat.
When you were both snuggled into bed, you found it hard to sleep. There were still things you two needed to discuss, but you didn’t have the energy – and not really the want – right now to bring them up.
However, Jungkook did.
“Hey,” he was running his hand through your hair as you were laying your head on his shoulder. You hummed in response.
“I’m sorry,” he started, and before you could interrupt he quickly went on. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, but I’m also sorry about how I acted earlier.”
“Koo, it’s fine-”
“Please don’t,” his eyes were pleading and you let him continue.
“It’s not fine, it’s- I get in my head sometimes and it can be hard to come back from that. You’re always able to bring me back, but tonight…fuck, it was bad.” There was a frown on his face now and you tried to make it disappear by placing a kiss on his cheek.
“I kept thinking about how maybe I’m not the best for you-”
You couldn’t help interrupting this time. “Jungkook, you are the best for me.”
“We don’t know that though-”
“I don’t have to, because I know in my heart that you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we have the best life together, the same as I’ll do for you.” You brushed a curl out of his face before you continued, “Only for you.”
He cracked a smile. “That’s my line.”
You shrugged, giggling when Jungkook began trying to poke your sides. “Regardless though, I don’t want you feeling that way. You’re enough, Jungkook, you’re more than enough.”
His smile widened. “Really?”
“Really.” You thought about it for a second. “What can I do to convince you?”
He raised an eyebrow, eyes full of mischief. “Well, I can think of a way…” he said in a suggestive tone, making you roll your eyes before you turned away from him. His laughter fell on your ears and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.
“Hey, c’mon, you know I’m just kidding,” he turned you to face him again, running his hand up and down your side now.
“No you’re not,” you snorted.
He pretended to think about it for a moment. “Ok, you’re right- but I know you’re too tired so I’m half kidding? Sorta?”
It was your turn to laugh then, huddling closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his throat.
His hands found their way into your hair again, and he continued to run them through the strands long enough that you almost fell asleep until he spoke up again.
“We need to do something about him, though.”
The way he said ‘him’ let you know exactly who he was talking about.
You nodded, sliding your head up to lay in the crook of his neck. “We will. But that’s a problem for another day. Right now,” you yawned, “we need sleep.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll stay up a little bit to make sure you’re ok. Jin said it was a good idea for tonight, anyway.”
You were already nuzzling deeper into his embrace, barely registering his words. “Mm-hmm,” came your sluggish response. “Goodnight, Koo.”
“Night, baby,” was his last response you heard before slumber took over, the feeling of his strong arms around you more comforting than anything else you’d ever known.
Jungkook stayed awake for a few hours, listening to your soft snoring and observing you as you slept peacefully. There was a gentle ache tugging at his heart as he remembered everything that you’d been through that night, but when you unconsciously snuggled closer, he felt the ache dissipate.
He made a promise to himself that whatever happened in the future, he would be there for you. He would keep you as safe as he could, and love you with everything he had.
After all, you were his person, just as he was yours, and he hoped that’s how it would stay.
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BnHA Chapter 316: We've Had One, Yes, But What About Second Explosion
Previously on BnHA: Deku was all “[powers up like whoa because it’s time to end the fight]”, and he saved Overhaul from getting not-shot, and then smashed up Nagant’s arm with the power of his new rechargeable super knees. Nagant was all “yoooo this kid is crazy strong whaaaat, it’s like he’s some kind of protagonist or something.” Deku was all “I AM A PROTAGONIST, ACTUALLY, DO YOU WANT TO JOIN FORCES AND FIGHT BAD GUYS WITH ME?” Nagant was all “ah shit why the hell no -- ” and then AFO was all “SURPRISE” and everyone was all “?!?!?!” and AFO was all “TIME TO EXPLODE NOW” and made Nagant explode because he’s an absolute fucking dick. And then Hawks showed up, because Horikoshi just wanted to stuff as many plot points as humanly possible into a single chapter I guess.
Today on BnHA: Hawks is all “good job giving motivational shounen redemption speeches Deku but I’ll take it from here” and screams very earnestly right in Nagant’s face until she finally wakes up. Nagant is all “oh hey it’s my successor, you seem surprisingly unfucked-up from your own HPSC tenure, how did you manage that?” Hawks is all “fandom is going to love hearing this one, but basically it’s because I’m very upbeat and also I had the world’s best role model Endeavor to look up to,” and I swear this man stirs the pot on purpose, but damn it I still love him so damn much. Overhaul is all “HELLO AGAIN, JUST A REMINDER THAT, THE BOSS!!” and Deku is all “MAYBE TAKE TWO SECONDS TO REFLECT ON HOW YOU TORTURED A LITTLE GIRL,” which, thank you, lol. Nagant is all “btw AFO’s hiding in a house in the woods”, and so Deku and the gang go to the house in the woods. Video recording!AFO is all “hi I’m AFO welcome to Jackass” and blows up the house. Sometimes I wonder if this manga is just a weird dream.
I am once again reading the Bean version because I think it was actually the best out of all three translations last week. and that is surprisingly including Viz’s. “faux” is not nearly as entertaining as “knockoff”, and also I have literally no idea why Caleb thought Deku was saying the Third’s lines lol
oh hey, Endeavor’s here too! not that you’d ever be able to tell from this first panel lmao
glad you received All Might’s call, mysterious unidentified glowing smudge
oh snap he says he’s weaker in the rain. is that why AFO told Nagant to attack then?? except that as we discussed the other day, I believe that AFO fully intended for Nagant to lose the fight, so him giving her info that would give her an advantage doesn’t really fit in with that. maybe he wanted Deku to be separated from Endeavor and the rest for maximum angst, though
btw Deku’s eyes are unsurprisingly back to the new normal here
alas, the angst continues. I say, pretending like I’m not totally eating it up each and every week and writing essay after essay about it lol
anyway so apparently Hawks can’t actually fly lmao. he was just yeeting himself with style
for some reason this is the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen omfg. wave to Hawks, kids! say “bye, Hawks!”
j/k of course Deku is catching them. -- except???
wow so he was just running on fumes there at the end. well, good to know there is actually a limit to his shenanigans, particularly regarding this new “knockoff” 100% OFA. it will definitely not alleviate any of the discourse, but it’s good for my own peace of mind because it’s solid confirmation that he still needs his pals in order to win this thing
anyway, but on to the rest of this conversation, which is basically Deku deducing what we all deduced last week -- AFO implanted some sort of trap into Nagant when he gave her Air Walk. though I’d still like to get the actual details from AFO and/or Horikoshi, because this was particularly wild even by quirk standards lol
omgggggg
she still has a face after all!! so it’s confirmed, Horikoshi has no idea what “blowing up” actually means. we might have guessed, based on what happened to Toga in the MVA arc, and also based on everything Katsuki does ever, but shhh
so now Hawks is all “NAGANT PLEASE WAKE UP, IF I SHOUT MY NAME AT YOU WILL THAT DO THE TRICK”
this is actually kind of touching though because even though we all know (or most of us acknowledge at any rate) that Hawks is a pretty caring person, it’s rare to see him actually panic over someone’s welfare like this
oh shit Horikoshi is really doubling down on it
I wonder how much Hawks knew about what really happened between Nagant and the HPSC. regardless, he probably sees her as a kindred spirit of sorts, and I’m more than happy for Deku to pass the redemption torch onto him now that he’s on the scene. like no offense Deku but they actually know each other and stuff lol
DAMMIT NAGANT CAN’T YOU SEE HOW LOUD HE IS YELLING
apparently being freed from his HPSC shackles has finally given Hawks the space to embrace his own inner shounen protagonist. is there anything more shounen than trying to motivationally scream someone awake when they’re lying in your arms inches from death?? 100% guaranteed to work
!!! IS THIS NAGANT’S POV OMG
SO SHE IS ALIVE. THANK GOD. Horikoshi doesn’t want to meet with my emotional distress lawyer today after all
love how she’s all “just gonna stir up the weekly Hawks Discourse pot here by implying that he probably committed a lot of Atrocities just like I did, so now people can get all hopped up about that, even though there’s no evidence he’s ever killed anyone aside from that one horrible ‘damned-if-you-do...’ situation with Twice.” no one asked for your provocative speculation young lady!! trust me Nagant, our rabbles don’t need the rousing lol
but nice save there with the “so how are your eyes so untainted” well you see it’s because even when he was following the HPSC’s orders he always went to great lengths never to go against his own moral compass. which just to be clear was incredibly difficult, and led to a ton of pain and suffering on his part, because the life of a spy is basically just one impossible situation after another. but in spite of that he never stopped trying to do his best to help people. I don’t really know where this tangent came from or is leading to, lol, but anyway p.s.a. I love Hawks a lot and he’s a good kid dammit
oh shit??!?
how is the League always able to swing all these fancy forest mansions. where do they find them. how many do they have
so Deku’s dropping them -- very roughly, not sure if he was reacting to finally getting AFO’s location, or if his energy really is giving out -- and now Nagant’s saying that AFO hired other villains as well. well of course he did. gotta keep chipping away at OFA’s ninth successor little by little
now Nagant is asking Hawks how he’s able to keep making “that” face. I assume she’s again talking about the fact that he somehow didn’t let the HPSC wear down his spirit
oh my god???
thanks for stuffing this chapter to the brim with good nutritional Hawks Feels, Horikoshi. what a good. he just keeps on trudging forward undeterred no matter what bullshit comes his way. what a steadfast little guy. I WILL PROTECT YOU FROM DISCOURSE MY SWEET SUNSHINE
lmaoooo
“SPOTTED THIS DUDE JUST CHILLING OUT THERE ON THE ROOF WITH NO ARMS, SEEMED PRETTY SUS” good job Endeavor
anyway so you don’t really need me to tell you that Overhaul is immediately starting in with the “BUT THE BOSS WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME TO THE BOSS YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD TAKE ME TO THE BOSS” stuff again. but I will go ahead and tell you anyway. so yeah. he’s doing that
OMG YOU GUYS LOOK AT DEKU’S “of all the fucking assholes to just randomly drop in on my life once again why did it have to be you” FACE THOUGH, OMG
fun fact, if you go back to chapters 124 through 160, there was an entire story arc where Overhaul imprisoned and tortured a little girl. yeah, I know!! suuuuuuuuper evil. anyways just an interesting little anecdote for you all that’s somewhat relevant to the current situation
OMG, YES. FUCK YES, DEKU
THEN WHAT ABOUT SPARING ONE FOR HER!!! YES!!! EXACTLY!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, SOMEONE GETS IT
HERE’S THE PANEL OF DEKU SAYING THE EXACT SAME THING I’M SAYING LOL
(ETA: so apparently there’s some discourse about this because some people are interpreting this as Deku saying “you should apologize to Eri”, which would obviously be a terrible idea even if Overhaul actually wanted to do that, because Eri shouldn’t ever have to see him again. however I just want to point out that there is a HUGE difference between saying “it would be nice if you could direct that feeling of regret/being sorry towards Eri as well”, vs saying “you should also apologize to her.” all Deku is doing is rightfully pointing out that Overhaul has hurt way more people than just his boss, and if he really is remorseful, then he should extend those feelings of remorse to Eri and the rest as well. it’s not a directive to take any specific action, and I’m 1000% sure no one at U.A. would let Overhaul within 100 miles of Eri ever again.
tl;dr “try feeling remorse sometime” =/= “do you want me to fly you over to U.A. right now to surprise the little girl you traumatized”, lol.)
[slings an arm around Deku’s shoulders] you’re a good kid. I like you. I don’t know if I tell you that enough, but it’s true
meanwhile here is Overhaul’s “spare... a thought... for Eri...???????” face sigh
the struggle is real y’all
(ETA: and that’s... the last we ever saw of Overhaul, I guess? well all right then. I assume Deku will make good on his promise, so we know he’ll get that little bit of closure before going back to jail or whatever, and I confess I’m more than fine with leaving the rest of it open-ended, especially given his character’s history. I think this was pretty generous all things considered.)
lmao holy shit
All Might what did you do to those tiki torch guys?? did you thrash them. did you give ‘em those hands. did you deliver their own asses to them complete with a sticker reminding them Amazon Prime Day is on June 21. we missed out goddammit
so Endeavor, who wasn’t the one he was asking, is telling him that they captured (well let’s be real, Deku captured, give the credit where it’s due) Nagant and Overhaul. and so I guess they’re going to take Nagant to the ER now
fire is no one’s weakness
-- oh my GOD I scrolled down and audibly gasped
[is politely but firmly approached and asked to remove my arm from Deku’s shoulder by the physical manifestation of all this Dekuangst] “we’re sorry, he’s not allowed to have visitors right now” oh shit, my bad. [goes to stand behind a police barricade]
lmao what. did you run out of room on the previous page
what an exaggerated fade to black lmao
-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I actually can’t see what he’s reacting to so maybe I’m just seriously jumping the gun here lol, but THE HELL WITH IT. the next panel appears to be a cut to Haibori Forest, so I’m just gonna go ahead and declare that Deku ran off on his own all wounded to go have more Dekuangst, just like I manifested. now go call Katsuki goddammit
[scrolls three more inches down] oh
yeah so like I said, Deku is walking very slowly a few feet in front of Endeavor, who’s telling him to wait up. yep. we’ve all gotta be so careful to not just jump to conclusions. I know we’re excited but still
anyway, so! welcome back to Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods (ARE YOU GUYS DATING) and Edgeshot! have fun walking into this obvious trap lol
dammit Deku why are you so determined to tempt fate
[monkey puppet meme faces]
OH MY GOD THIS IS PURE GRADE-A CHEESY COMIC BOOK VILLAIN 101 SHIT AND I’M HERE FOR IT
that’s such a weird way of clapping who claps like that
unlike certain other people who shan’t be named, AFO doesn’t feel the need to inexplicably take his shirt off when recording sinister villain monologues. I think we’re all pretty grateful for that
high fives to everyone who called it!! yep yep
anyway so this whole scene has major booby-trap vibes, which I’m enjoying immensely even though I don’t think anything is really going to come of it lol. probably just another long-winded AFO Speech. but wouldn’t it be funny if like the ceiling started lowering down to try and squish Deku afterwards lol
(ETA: well the explosion was still pretty funny too ngl.)
ffff
[“Dekuangst is the trap” intensifies]
anyway so yeah. he’s just hitting up all of his usual villain talking points. we get it, you’re so smart and you see right through the thin veneers of society and people who don’t conform are left to fend for themselves and labeled as villains and history is written by the victors, and blah blah blah dude are you just jumping randomly from one soundbyte to another lol. literally what are you talking about. what does this have to do with you blowing up Nagant
-- holy shit??
[”Dekuangst is the trap” intensifies MORE?????]
LOL WHAT
BRO. WHAT IS WITH YOU. DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO LAY ANY OTHER KIND OF FUCKING TRAP GOOD LORD
“YOU’RE NEXT” THE CALLBACK?? THE PARALLELS?? THOUGH WHEN ALL MIGHT POINTED HE MADE IT LOOK WAY COOLER. AFO’S POINTING JUST LOOKS LIKE SMOKEY THE BEAR
HAS ANYONE CHECKED IN ON KAMUI WOODS I HEAR HE IS WEAK TO FIRE?? THE ONLY ONE WHO IS, APPARENTLY
r.i.p. to this particular forest mansion. don’t worry they have a ton of backups
remember last week when I said maybe AFO thinks explosions are gauche. well never mind. he fucking loves explosions
anyway so that’s the end of BnHA, everyone. hope you enjoyed. it was a good ride while it lasted. see you all, good luck in your travels
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Hi! I saw that u also write for Ryung-Gu and wanted to request an imagine :) How about the reader is a normal human girl (maybe she knew Ryung-Gu in a past life though and - obviously - just doesn’t remember that atm?) and Ryung-Gu keeps appearing around her and talking to her after meeting her during a mission, even though he knows he probably shouldn’t. He can’t help but fall in love with her (or if u choose to take the option where they already knew each other, he is STILL in love with her but she falls for him again). When she’s about to take her own life later on, he saves her (and maybe she also remembers him from then on cause someone gave her her memories back? Like the Jade Emperor? :) ) Thank you <3
Sorry for the late response, but this request is almost finished. Just some proof-reading to do and it'll be ready to go!!!!
Edit: HERE IT IS!!!! It has now been completed and is ready for you all to read. Thank you to the sender for requesting this. I had a lot of fun writing this because I honestly think that Ryung-gu deserves all the love and affection he needs and wants. Anyways, enough of my rambling... I hope you all enjoy this and if you all have any commission requests, please send them to my inbox or leave a comment on my commissions post which is pinned to the top of the blog. With that being said, STAY CLASSY~~~
Lover's Reunited (Ryung-gu x Reader)
Y/n's Pov
"Welcome to the team, Y/n. I hope you're ready for everything that comes your way." Ryeon said as I followed her into the Risk Management's Team Office. "I'm ready for anything." I answered. Once we entered the office, my eyes drifted across the room and connected to a pair of widened ones. " Ryung-gu, Jun-woong, this is L/n Y/n. She's now the newest member of the Risk Management Team. Ryung-gu, could you show here a quick little rundown of how we operate?"
Turning my head in the direction of her question, I made eye contact with the handsomest man ever. I waited a few seconds for his answer, but all he did was stare at me. "Is there, uh, something on my face?" I asked, starting to feel a bit awkward from his harsh stare. That seemed to snap him out of his daze. "Sorry, umm, let me give you a tour of our day-to-day agenda and how we keep track of our job." He stumbled, his cheeks gaining a light flush to them. "Great! I can't wait to start."
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Ryung-gu's Pov
The day was going by slowly as I waited for my shift to come to an end. Jun-woong and I were currently finishing up our latest mission reports when Ryeon came walking in, except she wasn't alone. "Ryung-gu, Jun-woong, this is L/n Y/n. She's now the newest member of the Risk Management Team. Ryung-gu, could you show here a quick little rundown of how we operate?" She asked.
The question just went through one ear and out the other. 'It couldn't be her, could it?' I thought, my eyes widening in surprise as I got a look at the person behind Ryeon. It was Y/n. Standing right in front of me, it was her. It's been at least four centuries since I last saw her. But, she's here.
"Is there, uh, something on my face?" She asked, touching her face. Her voice sounded the exact same, but not trying to make her feel any more awkward, I answered. "Sorry, umm, let me give you a tour of our day-to-day agenda and how we keep track of our job." I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up a little. "Great! I can't wait to start." She chirped.
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Y/n's Pov
It's been a little over 6 months since I joined the RM team. With each chance I got after every mission, I got closer and closer to finding out where and who my killer was. That was my sole purpose for joining this team. Only problem, Ryung-gu seems to be avoiding me ever since my first day on the job.
However, there was no time for worrying about it. "Hey, listen to me. I've been where you are. Feeling like you couldn't do anything to prevent him from his death? Feeling like it should've been you instead of him? It's natural for that to happen. It's why people call it grief. But, let me tell you, he wouldn't have wanted you to do this. He wants to believe that he'll see you again in the next life and the one after that. So, trust me when I say, it's going to get better. It's going to be like hell going through it, but it will get better. So, take my hand and I'll help you start the journey to healing." I spoke, reaching my hand out to the young girl in front of me.
"Do you really believe that? That we'll be together again?" The girl sobbed. "Yes, I do. Now, grab my hand." She hesitated for a bit, but she stepped down from the ledge and ran into my arms. Collapsing on the floor, I cradled her in my arms and let her cry until she calmed down.
"Thank you. I know that's probably weird to say after everything, but I really mean it." "There's no need to thank me, now let's get you home and out of this cold. "
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"Hey, Y/n, great work today. She seemed to really trust you." Jun-woong chimed, setting down a coffee right in front of me. "Thanks, you are a life-saver. But, it wasn't much. I just understood where she was coming from. When I was younger, I went through the same thing when my brother died in battle. The only person I could really trust after that was my best friend. But, I don't really remember much after my death so..."
We continued to chat until I noticed Ryung-gu walking into the room, looking troubled. "Ryung-gu, what's up? You seem worried." I asked. "It's nothing. The Director wants to see you. Something about your report." He answered. "Oh, okay....well, I guess I'll see you guys in a few."
Finishing up my coffee, I quickly made my way to the Director. On my way there, I bumped shoulders with someone. I turned to apologize but froze up. "Y-you...You!" I growled, my blood starting to boil. The man turned and I got a clear look at his face. It was the man that murdered me.
Letting out a scream, I ran and tackled him to the ground. The both of us grunted as we made contact to the ground. I began throwing punches left and right, each blow I let out a yell. What felt like hours was actually minutes. Soon enough, I felt arms wrap around me and Ryung-gu's voice flooding my ears. "Y/n, stop! He's not worth it!" "It is worth it! He killed me! He killed me and my brother!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Ryung-gu and Jun-woong, who showed up minutes later, pulled me off the guy who was smirking at me. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" A booming voice echoed deep in the hall. Reapers on every side stood silent as the Director came closer to the scene. “Who escorted this criminal in this building?” “No one. I came here on my own…” He stated, a cold smirk still lying on his face. I struggled in Ryung-gu’s grasp, just wanting to land one, killing strike on this asshole.
“YOU LIAR! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME! TO MY FAMILY!!!” “You deserved what came to you. Your father owed huge debts and when he couldn’t pay himself, I did it for him.” He chortled in a sarcastic tone. “After all, it ended well for you. You’re back with your lowly lover, Lim Ryung-gu, so you should be thanking me.”
‘What….?’ I thought, anger slowly turning into confusion. Apparently, that amused him. “Oh, she never told you? The Director here sealed off your memories with him with MY recommendation. My plan to get away with it would’ve gone smoothly if you hadn’t started meddling with him or his team.” He spoke. “Enough!” The Director hissed before turning to another reaper. “Call for the Escort team’s best reaper and have them escort this man to the punishment room. Mr.Lim, if you could bring Y/n to my chambers. I will explain everything in great detail very soon. Everyone else, please continue on with your previous duties. That is enough discord for today.” She ordered, shuffling down the corridor .
As she walked off, Ryung-gu brought me into her office as instructed. Once we reached the door, I stopped in my tracks. “Did you know…?” I whispered. “What?” “Did you know? About me losing my memories? About our past together?” I cried, whipping my head in his direction with tears beading in the corners of my eyes. Ryung-gu’s once stoic expression softened into one of guilt and embarrassment. “Yes, I did.” He answered. “How long did you know?” “Since your first day here. When I saw you enter the office, I was in disbelief. I tried convincing myself that it was someone that looked like you, but after every mission, the more I came to terms with the truth. That you were real. Everything was confirmed when the Director called me into her office. She told me the truth about how you died, how you murdered. It took a long time for you to be reincarnated as a reaper and for our ties to appear again. I’m sorry that I kept this from you, I just didn’t know how to tell you properly.”
Each word he spoke was genuine and I knew it was the truth. Turning around to face him, I placed a gentle hand on his cheek and softly caressed it. “I- I’m sorry it took so long to come back to you. I’m so, so sorry” I sobbed. Ryung-gu pulled into his warm embrace, stroking my head as my tears soaked into his clothes. We sat like this for what felt like ages before we separated.
“I see you both have resolved everything on your own.” The Director spoke, her presence becoming known as she entered the room. “This day was never supposed to work out like this, but fate can be wildly mysterious. So, tell me, what will you two do now?” We turned to look at each other before I answered. “I think…We’ll do what we’ve always done. And that’s to help the ones who need it and we’ll do it together.” “Together.”
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Author’s Note: Here we are, everyone. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Ryung-gu ended up being a teddy bear type of guy, but that’s how I see him. I’ve added in the small detail of Y/n having a brother and the relationship between them and Ryung-gu already established. If any one has any commission requests, I leave a link down below on how to request them. If you’d like to be added to the fandom taglist, leave a like and a comment. With that being said, Stay Classy~~
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