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[visionkept]

I truly don't think Tomo would be able to see the aranaras. They are someone forced to grow out of that "child-wonder" early on in their life. Never had the time to be a "child" nor dream like one. From the start they centered themselves towards surviving and getting by so this "freedom of imagination", of dreaming and being as careless as one could be, was never something they had the chance to experience. Tomo's dreams as a child would be mostly about eating their favorite treats or having a warm roof above their head but those were occasional at best. You could say that they had to "grow up" to make it another day and that took away any chance to be a kid like any other. This has made them lose that kind of opportunity to see past some of the cruel reality of life. They are someone that focuses on the future and what takes to get to a better tomorrow, such way of thinking has never allowed them to have that pure and "free" way of seeing things like kids that most people lose when growing up. Most lose it when growing up, Tomo, on the other hand, wasn't able to even have it with everything they were subjected to as a child.

[jerseyskings]

@6err asked :

"should we have invested in better mattresses for our bunks? my back is killing me." ( for stan !! it's time for old man bonding on the stan o' war ii )

❛ Y'know - ❜ Now , Stan isn't exactly keen on admitting just how old his body feels. His back's been aching for about twenty years ― and he knows most of that is thanks to his posture. However , he'd be lying if he said that sleeping on these bunk beds hasn't gone and made it worse. ❛ I really thought that mattresses were gonna be the least of our worries. ❜ And it does pain him to agree with Ford ( most of the time ) , but this time he brings up a pretty good point.

❛ Maybe we should've , but I'm a stubborn old man , Ford. ❜ He shrugs before barking out a laugh. ❛ We've made our beds and now we're gonna lie in 'em. Even if it means finally feelin' our age. ❜

[riderheart]

is three hours too far to drive for a tattoo asking for a friend

[stormfangs]

⊰ 🗲 ━  ❛ @soulbiinding Kisses for pazzie.

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒— So when he wishes upon them for a 𝓚𝓘𝓢𝓢— 𝙸𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴. . .

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐒 drip from her lips , A 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 , 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 of 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 so 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇.

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 was the only true way to describe this very moment. Finger tips twitch in anticipation Before they wonder to the collar of her shirt pulling it down for his lips to make a 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 at her neck— & its like the universe fades to black , 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 , as he does.

‘. Because of 𝙷𝙴𝚁 , he knows 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒱𝐸𝒩 is without 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

[willpcwer]

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug. (Mavis @ Yuriy)

🗲 THE SHOULDER TOUCH. 🗲 - @originmade

He froze at the touch, blinking once, twice, then his arms automatically wrapped around her and squeezed. Some of the tension eased out of him, then, his head resting against hers as he took a slow breath.

She was right, of course. Things would be fine. Rita was strong, their child would be, too. It wouldn't stop him stressing quite so much, but the reassurance was appreciated.

"Sorry, sorry -- I know I was rambling a bit, there. I'm okay now. Probably."

He pulled back to give her a grin, eyes bright.

"But...hey! I'm gonna be a dad! I wonder if they'll be a boy or a girl? Would they look more like me, or Rita--?"

And there he went again. But at least it was happy ramblings, this time.

[darlingdearcstdead]

𝖇𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖞 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔱𝔞𝔤 𝔡𝔲𝔪𝔭.

i'm half child & half ancient.

🗲 dossier ft. buffy.

🗲 interactions ft. buffy.

🗲 musings ft. buffy.

🗲 visage ft. buffy.

🗲 ask memes ft. buffy.

🗲 tasks ft. buffy.

🗲 all posts ft. buffy.

[btsmosphere]

Supercharged | JJK - Masterlist

Now Completed!!

🗲summary:

It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲overall word count: ~80k 🗲genre: angst, action, slow burn, enemies to lovers, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, weapons, swearing, arguing, injury, past trauma, mentions of death (these are general warnings; chapter-specific warnings are listed per chapter)

Teaser

Character Moodboards/Bios: Jungkook | Yoongi | Hobi | V | Jimin | Jin | Namjoon | You

Supercharged Playlist

Chapter 1 - The Light Dies He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.

Chapter 2 - Reign of Mercy There’s a whole world here, where your curse can start to bloom…

Chapter 3 - Figure it Out You become Jungkook’s problem.

Chapter 4 - We aren't Heroes, Honey A chaotic arrival turns everything on its head, and the boys are ready to let you in on their real game.

Chapter 5 - Scared of a Little Lightning With the threat of Bolt rising, so do tensions within the base.

Chapter 6 - Burn Out When things get ahead of you, your powers aren’t the only things to spill over; some truth is ready to breach the surface.

Chapter 7 - Spark to Life “We don’t have time to argue” “No, we don't”

Chapter 8 - On the Force Jungkook smiles at you for the first time (and the second).

Chapter 9 - Thank me Later Our villains get their moment in the sun (well, the fire…)

Chapter 10 - Is This Not Control? You’re forced to come to terms with the danger – and the beauty – in the way your powers burn.

Chapter 11 - Right Beside You Jungkook has you to thank, if only he knew how.

Chapter 12 - Into the Depths If you aren’t cut out to be with them, then you’ll just have to go it alone.

Chapter 13 - One of Us Jungkook doesn’t seem to be angry for the reasons you expected.

Chapter 14 - Cover Me An unprecedented strike at the heart of bangtan leaves you baring yours.

Chapter 15 - Powerless It’s time to make the fight on your terms.

Epilogue - Sweet Taste How it all boiled down.

Updates every Sunday! To be on the taglist, send me a message, ask or comment!💜(now closed as series is completed! but comments are always still welcome)

[balladccr]

Only natural that the pair of them had reached the point of laughter. Bitter, humorless, devastatingly unsteady laughter as a replacement for whatever other emotions they refused to acknowledge had taken a firm and debilitating hold.

It was always easier like this, wasn’t it? Second nature. Get angry, shout, fight, do whatever it takes to drown out a disgusting reality with which neither of them hoped to contend. This was nothing new for them: some sick and twisted waltz they kept doing time and time again, because at the root of this all, no matter how much Scaramouche hissed his declaration of how different they were… Weren’t they both here right now struggling with the same stupid thing?

Childe wanted to fight. The fool always wanted to fight. But the fire burning in his core, flooding liquid heat through all of his veins and nerves, wasn’t born of the same hearth this time. Oddly enough for one who claimed to feel nothing, to have forsaken his own heart due to its utter uselessness, Scaramouche absorbed something igniting the air between them. Taut threads alight not with anger, not with the animosity that used to sharpen their tongues like blades, but that something that shouldn’t be there.

They knew it shouldn’t. They had acknowledged this already. But accepting it…?

Well, at the very least, they were equally averse to that latter part.

Scaramouche realized—painstakingly and with horrible regret not at the Harbinger in front of him now, but at himself—that Childe wasn’t fighting him, but fighting for him. Even more passionately than all their arguments before, than all the ways they destroyed each other without even trying. Childe was here because he had to be. Because every piece of him was tethered to The Balladeer, somehow strong enough to not snap. And Scaramouche was here, subconsciously waiting for him, because he couldn’t risk even the slight possibility of losing.

Losing him. When had that suddenly become such a guiding principle in this joke of a life?

He was right. Childe was right. Childe was right.

Scaramouche hated nothing more.

Except, maybe…

“I hate you.” Stated not with hatred, but with acceptance. Cold, begrudging acceptance. He forced himself to look away when that characteristic smirk bled through the prior severity on Childe’s face, because Scaramouche had then feared his resilience shattering. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, annoyed (but peculiarly teetering into that typical mood of theirs), as he forced a glare into the distance, and he kept resisting. He kept fighting that itch beneath his skin, that thrumming desire: if not to punch the grin right off Childe’s lips, then—

What a sad state of affairs, a voice mocked him. You’ve been reduced to this.

And the part of himself receiving said scolding won out. Swiftly, perhaps before he could continue this witless oscillating, a hand went out to snag the front of the tall idiot’s coat. He yanked him down in such a rush of adrenaline that small sparks of Electro ribboned around his fist, and with his other hand tipping his hat back, Scaramouche planted a kiss right on those infuriating lips. Forceful and rough, he made sure to clean the smirk off of them. His teeth acted much like an admonishment, biting as he pulled away.

But only just enough to pin Childe with a reproachful glare.

“Don’t forget that.”

Why should I care?

That was always the question, wasn't it? The one thing they asked themselves over and over, desperate for any answer that wasn't the one their wretched hearts always provided. An opportunity for conflict, a stepping stone to power...all just empty excuses.

They both knew the truth. But lacking all ability to accept it, all they could do was fashion it into their strongest weapon. Striking at each other's weakest point: at that very same truth within the other.

Normally Childe enjoyed when they fought. For such a yappy pipsqueak, Scaramouche had a fire within that was on par with his own. It made things fun. Drawing him back to the Balladeer time and again until, before either of them realized, all that fire between them burned differently than before. Brighter. Passionate. And now, Childe smouldered in it as the Sixth launched verbal daggers of his own. He felt hollowed out by the other's unsteady laugh, helpless in the face of getting no enjoyment from any of this.

But he held his ground. Remained rigid as Scaramouche approached, nails digging crescents into his fisted palms. Miraculously he said nothing, only watching as a derisive sneer slowly slipped away. The storm in Childe's eyes didn't fade—at least, not until a question so absurd in so many ways hit him like a punch to the gut.

"Why—? Have you met me?" he barked on a near-hysterical laugh. "When have I ever given up a fight?" Battle wasn't just in his blood; it permeated his mind, body, and soul. Not just combat and bloodlust—but strength. Relentlessness in spite of odds or logic. Even now, when Scaramouche stood worn down and defeated, studying him as if searching for a reason to turn away and never look back, Childe couldn't just "give up." He couldn't.

He drew on that part of himself to fortify all the others that ached. This wasn't a fight with Scaramouche; this was a fight for him. Childe couldn't just give him up, either.

"You don't—We've already done this," he growled, raking a hand through his hair as he grappled for words. "But you know what? If you really want to go through it all again, fine! Leave the Fatui if you want, it doesn't matter! But if you think that means you're going to get rid of me, then you're ten times stupider than you always accuse me of being. I don't give up, and you know it even when you pretend you don't. You knew I'd come find you and you stayed right here anyway."

Childe's heart rioted within the void in his chest. Pounding louder than the drums of war; fighting harder than any adversary he'd ever faced. He didn't know if it fought to break free or stay buried, but the aftershocks rattled his bones. The ground felt unsteady beneath his feet.

"You know why because it's the same reason why you let me find you. But, hey—" Here he shrugged, gesturing vaguely in the Sixth's direction with the other hand on his hip. "Lucky for you, I'm always up for a good fight, so we can do this as many times as you want." Pinning that desperate stare, for the first time since their confrontation conversation began, a ghost of Childe's signature, confident smile hooked one corner of his lips. "I'll never stop. You really ought to know that by now."

[helloyellowsunflower]

*.·:·.☽✧🕸🗲𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕜 𝕩 𝕊𝕜𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤🗲🕸✧☾.·:·.*

!!Spoilers for: lost in the book with tim burton's the nightmare before christmas!!

Their dynamic

Both are very passionate people, being a bit (a lot) loud and dramatic.

They are both very devoted to their interests, something that has alienated them from others, so they can understand each other in that area.

Quiet weirdo (kinda) x loud weirdo.

Trouble in paradise (not) + Confessing

The only people qualified to give relationship advice are Jack and Sally, and they are how they are so you can expect the kind of presents Skully is going to give the other boy.

As expected, Sebek is considerably weirded out by Skully giving him shrunken heads or a jar full of eyes; and let's be honest, Skully doesn't really know what he's doing, but if Mr. Jack tells him to do it, he will.

Sebek, on his end, doesn't really want to acknowledge his feelings for the other boy, as he still has a hard time letting go of his prejudices against non-fae people.

Idia has called him out on his tsundere behaviour 1000 times and has been yelled at in response about 1000 times as well.

Fighting against Skully? More like marriage trouble arc.

Poor man looks like a raisin after the fight because of how much he cries.

When trying to lift his spirits after the fight Sebek accidentally confesses his feelings.

The silence following that moment is deafening.

And then Skully breaks down sobbing.

He is so confused. How can someone as noble as Sebek like him? How can he accept this confession? He had already assumed that his feelings were not reciprocated???

Everyone thought they wouldn't get together bc how dense they are

They made bets

Jade won, of course because he knows everything (he spied them)

Kissing

Both want to kiss the other one (on the lips) but feel incredibly awkward and shy, so they stick at hand holding or cheek kisses.

When Skully finally musters up the courage to ask Sebek if he can kiss him the other nods so frantically it looks as if his head is about to fall off.

The first tries suck, which is to be expected since they have 0 experience.

When they get how to do it properly (without scrunching their faces like a cat who ate a lemon) they won't stop.

Lots of short kisses and pecking on the lips and cheeks

And hand kissing on Skully's end, obviously. He loves his knight's broad callouse hands, loves how they fit his slender (slightly dry) ones.

Sebek loves staring at his lover's eyes, loves how bright they are, resembling sparks of magic, and loves his fluffy hair (though he'll never admit that last one).

[visionkept]

tomo looking up at the sky, admiring the stars at night and whispering to them ❝ please, don't forget me - not you. ❞

[jerseyskings]

🎧 A song used for writing my muse & 🎆 A song my muse would sing or dance to ( for stan!! )

song associations - accepting !

🎧 A song used for writing my muse

whatever it takes - imagine dragons.

Hypocritical, egotistical Don't wanna be the parenthetical, hypothetical

this might be a weird one but it just gets me into the mindspace that stan has where he just has to keep going. even after the events of the show i think he’s still stuck in that permanentstate of fight or flight , and he’s always choosing fight. ( this is also on my ford playlist. never be enough, i’m the prodigal son. i was born to run , i was born for this. )

🎆 A song my muse would sing or dance to

is it cheating to say any abba song ever ? is that cheating ? i think it’s cheating. i’m not going to take the easy route and say an abba song , so i’m going to say this instead :

i fought the law - the crickets

I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won

it’s right on the end of the 1950’s , but it still has that classic rock sound that Stan would’ve grown up dancing to at the Juke Joint ( his favorite 50’s themed 70’s diner ) though i do think he’d make comments about how when he fought the law he won.

[riderheart]

i spent over an hour on the road today

went on 4 motorways

dealt with someone cutting in front of me

dealt well with people up my arse at 60mph on said motorways, and an idiot pulling in front of me at an unsafe distance at the same time

(one wrong move or gust of wind and i would have been a goner ok bc one was a van and one was a big ol truck)

and my granddad snapped at me rude as fuck about my ability to turn in a small space bc i didn't do it the way he wanted me to

i was very tempted to kick him out of the car bc he shouldn't anyway but he doesn't get to judge my driving today of all days tyvm

[stormfangs]

007. a love letter.

⊰ 🗲 ━  ❛ @soulbiinding

It’s currently 4 a.m. & you are fast asleep beside me & there’s Lighting right outside your bedroom window. I WONDER if it is the same kind of VOLTAGE that runs through my veins when I think of you ?

Do you know how much I Love you ? Cause I am sure I have loved you in every life , if you were to scatter my atoms across the universe & even still they would know your name. Softly , I become endless in you.

My heart bleeds at the very thought of you not knowing Id pick your thunder , your rain ; over anyone’s sunshine any day.

& oh how I could swear I find my religion in the crooks of your body. . .

There is truly nothing in this world I could ever imagine finding more beautiful than you . Not the sun. Not the moon. Not even the entire galaxy compares to the light you radiates whoever you may go.

Never did I dream would I be blessed to have a love like yours. - Raiden ♡

[willpcwer]

last one for now

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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Buck exhales a breath of laughter. “Not what I meant. I meant… This was your first time in charge.”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “That was… Well, I was nervous.”

“You did great,” Buck says. “Bowman shit aside, and that was not anything you did, you were a rockstar, Eddie.”

“A rockstar?” Eddie repeats. 

“Totally,” Buck nods. “Can’t wait to… Watch you fight all sorts of disasters… Well, that sounds bad. I don’t want disasters to happen.”

Eddie laughs. “I get what you mean.”

“I’m proud of you,” Buck says. “Really.”

Eddie feels sort of mushy, for the first time since this whole mess.

“Thank you. And for what it’s worth? Having to work around Bowman and keep your cool through all of that? I’m proud of you, too.”

🗲🗲🗲

Buck has to answer questions for the investigation into Bowman. It starts about the flood. The call. He answers in Hen’s defense. Eddie’s defense. Not that anyone is questioning either of them. It’s clear that they aren’t to blame. 

“It seems like what happened that day is clear, from everyone’s account of the story,” the internal affairs person asks. 

“I’d say so,” Buck agrees. 

“Thank you, Firefighter Buckley,” she nods. “Just one other question for you.”

“Sure,” Buck says. 

“We looked into everyone we’re talking to,” she says. “And saw that you actually spent a bit of time working with Captain Bowman. Is that right?”

Buck tenses. 

“Um, yeah,” he says. “Yeah, in 2023. Not for very long. It was a temporary transfer, after my team and captain were injured in the I-10 collapse.”

The investigator hums in agreement, like this has confirmed what she already knew. 

“Can you tell me what that experience was like for you?” She asks. 

Buck swallows. He tries to think of the best, most professional way to respond.

“You don’t have to sugar coat it,” the investigator says. “You’re not the one under investigation here. Captain Bowman is. And if there’s something important to discover about his leadership skills, then we ought to know, right?”

It’s literally been years. Almost four years. And still, he hates thinking about that time. About that man and how he made Buck feel. 

So, fuck it.

He tells her everything. 

🗲🗲🗲

A week or so later, Eddie is working and Buck is off. Christopher is at school. It’s just him and Brooke. They’ve only been on their own for like an hour or so. Buck has finished up some housework, and is sitting on the living room floor with his daughter, playing one of those games where you match the correct plastic block to its respectively shaped hole. He thinks she’s pretty good at it. Probably a good sign for all future academic pursuits. 

“Oh, nice work,” Buck praises and Brooke slots the triangle in its correct place. 

“Yes!” She claps her hands together. 

Buck claps a little for her. “You’re so smart, kiddo.”

As she reaches for a diamond shaped piece, the doorbell rings. She drops the block and looks up and around. 

“Someone’s here,” he says. “Wanna go see?”

She reaches for him enthusiastically. Buck lifts her as he stands, swinging her over to one arm as he heads for the door. 

When he opens it, he’s surprised to see both Bobby and Hen standing on his front stoop.

“Uh, hey guys…” Buck says, confused. “Did we have plans?”

“YAY!” Brooke lets out a little shriek, straining towards Bobby. She would sell Buck up the river for Bobby, he’s come to learn recently. That’s just a reality he will have to accept about his dear child. 

“Hi, Brooke,” Bobby smiles, reaching for her. Buck lets him take her. “Hi, baby girl.”

“What’s going on?” Buck asks. “Or did you come for her?”

“No, we came for you,” Hen says. “You have five minutes to get ready. We need to be at LAFD headquarters by ten.”

Buck blinks. “What?”

“We tried calling you,” Bobby says. 

“I was… I was hanging out with Brooke,” Buck says. “What’s happening? Is Eddie okay?”

“Bowman was fired,” Hen says. “They want to promote internally to replace him. We’re making your case.”

“My case?” Buck gapes.

[btsmosphere]

Supercharged | JJK

Epilogue: Sweet Taste

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: How it all boiled down.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 1k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: mentioned death, violence, weapons

a/n: and with this, we've reached the end of supercharged!! that is surreal to me🤯here's a reminder to those of you who may have already reblogged the masterlist to keep on your blog for reference (I'm honoured!), you may want to reblog it again now it's completed so all the links are there! since reblogged posts aren't updated on this wonderful site lol🤡 I also want to give a sincere thank you to everyone who had read, especially those who left even a single comment, reblog, tag or ask. this story was a lot of work but also a lot of fun and I'm so happy now I finally shared it! to hear anyone enjoyed it makes it all worth it😊you guys are the absolute best! I hope you enjoyed the ride, though there's still the epilogue to go👀 let me know what your favourite moment of this series has been!💜💜

“More information has emerged after celebrated hero, Bolt, was found murdered in his home yesterday. Another beloved hero, Monsoon, also fell in the same battle.

“The anonymous attackers, who many theorists have already connected with the lair attacked by a monster earlier the same day, have sent several records to our studio, apparently taken from Bolt’s home. They have… requested that we display these on air.”

The screen cut away from the reporter’s face to a series of photographs. Weapons laid out, one by one, labelled in Namjoon’s handwriting with the locations they were stolen from, and the purpose each one served.

Next, a map with several red crosses marked on it; the places Bolt had attacked, and several more he planned to. Your home was one of them.

There were other files on the drive Jin had mailed to them. Detailing Bolt’s plans, his building of weapons and allowing them to be used to justify his ‘confiscation’. Jin had been careful not to record too much, but it painted a grim picture nonetheless. Had Bolt been preparing to rule the city?

You knew there would be people out there who would never shake their star-studded image of Bolt. But there would be others ready to see him for the monster he was. All that mattered was that you had all shaken up the grip he held over this city.

The last clip that jumped on screen was from only the night before. Of course, Bolt had cameras. And, in the end, it had turned out to be most useful to you.

“Flush out the rats and they’ll have nowhere left to run.”

The dark, fuzzy image shifted into static. The next voice was your own.

“You did this to me.”

Another cut.

“You were nothing before I gave them to you…”

It faded to black again. Good. It was past time for the people to start questioning the man they had idolised for too long. The man who would have thrown their lives away, too, the moment they happened to be in his way.

The reporter’s face returned, looking grave.

“This has left citizens wondering: who was Bolt really? Was he truly as heroic as he seemed?

“But it remains to be seen how we can stay safe in the wake of his demise.

“Next up, we report from the scene of a spate of attacks in the early hours since the hero’s death was announced. And stay tuned to hear from the families who say their loved ones died needlessly when working for Bolt-”

The screen flashed off and you turned to find Hope lowering the remote, hand on hip.

“Good to know the tv still works!” he beamed.

Snorting, you followed him over to the kitchen. The table had been set upright again. All in all, the scene was only partially being lit by the hole in the roof, most of which Jimin had already pieced back together.

An intimidating amount of dust and debris remained to be cleared, but you were sure Yoongi would just hide it by making the space look extra bright and fresh until someone could be bothered to pick up a vacuum cleaner (which may well be buried itself).

Oh yes – Yoongi. You were sure he would be playing his usual lighting tricks again… once he was strong enough. After seeing to Bolt’s fate, he was the first place you had all run to. Hobi and V had already been at his side. You remembered the crushing dread in your chest at seeing their faces, the tightness with which you squeezed Jungkook’s hand.

All you had to do to quell the memory of that feeling was cast your eyes over your white-haired friend. He sat at the table, sagging a little wearily onto his elbows, but grinning begrudgingly up at a giggling Jin and Jimin.

He was alright.

Jungkook sat across from the injured Yoongi, staring just as intently. You knew the protective fire that burned in him for his team, because the same one lived in you. And you had walked through that fire enough times, finally ending up on the right side of it.

Sliding into the seat beside him, you wordlessly put your hand on his back. Let it drift to circle his waist.

Jungkook’s fingers loosened their death grip on his mug, gaze shifting to you. You felt his sigh more than heard it, his back relaxing where you held it. Together you shared a smile.

Although perhaps it wasn’t quite as private as you first thought, because a second later Jin was thumping another mug loudly onto the tabletop. Jumping, you sheepishly turned away from Jungkook and accepted the drink Jin pushed towards you.

“Right!” The eldest clapped his hands to gather attention now that you were all here. “Y/N and I have made some good progress checking inventory. The ceiling seems to be… looking up!” (you all groaned as he erupted into his squeaky laugh) “We’ll be settled back in in no time – with no one to bother us.”

“Quite,” Namjoon agreed. For perhaps the first time, when he turned to face you, you were certain you read pride there. “With Bolt and Monsoon out of the picture, we’ll let Pheonix take their place.”

“So, nothing much to worry about at all!” Jimin chimed in, to a round of chuckles. Even Namjoon gave him an indulgent smile.

A grin of your own on your face, you sipped your drink, welcoming its flavour which nestled beside the sweet taste of revenge curled in your gut. Even with a gap letting fresh air in through the roof, you felt warm all over. Mostly from the heat of the arm pressed against yours.

You couldn’t imagine keeping your distance from Jungkook ever again. Having been victim of his fierce fight so many times, you knew you could always rely on it now he stood by your side.

Thank you for coming with me on this journey💜What was your favourite moment?

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