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heajix ― jungkook (m.)

jungkook/reader | alien!au | angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 13.1k

contents: violence, blood, stabbing, minor character death, murder, mentions of mass genocide, knotting, breeding kink/impreg kink, light size kink, dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, multiple orgasms, light cumflation, cum eating, cum sharing

― synopsis: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.

note: heajix is pronounced hay-jicks

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You'd been traveling, backpacking to be precise, through Fanet IV System — the newest system to be open for interplanetary travel. While you were traveling and exploring the newly available system and planets you began experiencing extreme technical difficulties. You wound up having to make an emergency landing on the planet of perpetual night called Palacios, home of the Heajix — an obscure, secretive race small in population.

Unfortunately, the least developed planet hadn't taken too kindly to their status of open-for-visits and had seemingly gone into a global lockdown of some sort since it began.

The second you stepped off your craft, you began to cough. The pollution in the air and smog that you could see had you scrambling for the mask you'd been given ahead of your visit.

You were in the heart of the capital city, Yathe, and it was nothing like you'd expected. Instead of a bustling metropolis like on all the other planets — it was nothing but abandoned buildings and graffiti covered walls. There seemed to be limited electricity supplied as street lamps flickered on and off, though most didn't work. The ones that were flickering helped you navigate your way around regardless.

The place was basically lawless, from what you knew, and the citizens did what they wanted to for the most part.

Pulling your backpack over your shoulders, you began to make your way through a nearby residential area. The houses, if you could call them that, were dilapidated and run-down; some had broken windows and others were completely destroyed. The Heajix's native tongue was plastered all over the ruined buildings and, while you weren't fluent, were talking shit about the other planets.

Using the flashlight on your phone, and aided by the illumination of the moon, you managed to find yourself in front of a house. It was small and wooden, no doubt old. When you walked inside, you realized it was just a simple one-room house with an attached bathroom as the only other room.

It was a gamble to assume it was unoccupied but, you really didn't have any other choices since you really couldn't spend the night out on the street. Your communications were down and there was no cell service.

You sighed and stepped inside, wincing at the visible dust floating around the room — thankful for your mask. When you turned to lock the door, you were dismayed to find there was only a broken locking mechanism. Groaning, you banged your head against the door.

"Why does my life suck? This planet might actually kill me!" You grumbled to yourself.

You dropped your backpack on the floor, unraveling the sleeping bag that was attached at the bottom and dropping it in a suitable sleeping place. There was a window right beside the front door, large enough for you to clearly see outside and allowing the moonlight to drift in.

You placed your bag in the corner near your sleeping bag and sat down. It was soft and cushioned, helping you to not feel the hard, rough floor beneath. There was a pillow sewn into the sleeping bag which you laid your head on.

The trip had been long and grueling, taking a week to complete so sleep quickly caught up to you. As your eyes fluttered closed, just before darkness completely overtook you, you swear you saw someone moving in the window.

Waking up to no sunlight was definitely jarring and you quickly realized that your circadian rhythm was going to flip out. Regardless, you looked at the time and it was just past 9 in the morning so you stood up and stretched, intending to take a shower. Grabbing your backpack, you dragged it over to the bathroom. Toting the thing made you realize how heavy it was — you'd packed so much into it for the trip. It hit the floor with a clunk and you were briefly concerned it would break the wood floor beneath.

There was a shower — a rusted spigot and a broken hot water nozzle. You groaned, realizing how shitty your morning was about to be. You reached in, turning the nozzle. The pipes clanged loudly and made a high pitched wailing noise before spurting out water. Your jaw dropped open and you let out a cry of despair at the yellowed water.

After finishing your horrifying shower, 20 minutes of holding in shrieks from the cold polluted water, you sat on the floor in the main area by the window. You did notice that the moon was a lot brighter than it had been and provided more visibility. Pulling out your file from your backpack, you hunched over the floor to take note of the crummy conditions the planet lived in along with their lack of fresh, clean water.

It was a hobby of sorts, traveling through newly opened solar systems and journaling your stay on the planets.

Checking your phone, you noticed it was nearing noon and your stomach began to growl. You slipped your shoes on and put the mask back on your face before stepping out; hiding your belongings in the bathroom to make it seem like the house was empty should anyone come by.

When you stepped outside, you felt a shiver travel up your spine at the ominous atmosphere. It was completely silent, not a single soul in sight and it set you on edge. Pulling the hood of your hoodie up, you kept your head down as you began to walk towards the area where your ship had been parked.

Truth be told, it was quite common on planets of weaker economies for the Capital Planet to provide the citizen with rations.

There were other planets you'd seen them on, and as you walked through the smoggy city you were pleased to find a run-down building marked with a giant red symbol of Vulia — capital of Fanet IV.

The glass doors were smashed open and you easily stepped inside. It was dark and dusty with minimal light helping to guide you. Finally giving in, you turned your cell phone's flashlight on and began to look around.

The place was massive and you were shocked to see that the shelves were still lined with food. It wasn't abundant but it was clear not many people had been picking from the rations.

You grabbed some things from the shelf, realizing you should have brought your backpack. Most of the food was marked in foreign text but you didn’t care. You just needed food or else you wouldn’t survive long enough, on the planet, to even figure out how to get home.

You put some in your pockets and carried others in your hands as you swiftly left the building. Looking around, you felt like someone was watching you but the streets were pedestrian-free. In fact it was eerily empty — it was reminiscent of a ghost town. Strange considering it was the capital city of the planet.

Not wanting to risk getting into trouble, you hurried on your way the your ‘home’. Regretfully, as you shut the door, you remembered the door didn’t properly lock. You weren’t particularly handy enough to really fix it by yourself, unfortunately.

You saved as much food as you could in order to avoid having to go back out and quickly found yourself bored. Looking at the clock, you realized it was only about 2pm. There was no way you could go outside to find something to do. Aside from the fact you knew close to nothing about the planet, you also didn't feel safe out and about.

So you sat there, watching the hours tick by. Your phone battery was depleting and there was no way to charge it — the planet wasn’t quite equipped with outlets and electricity. Once it was dead you were going to be so fucked — no flashlight and no way to tell the time.

It was still early when you decided to roll out your sleeping bag and lay down. You spent a while simply staring at the walls and ceiling daydreaming.

As you lay there in your own world, out of the corner of your eye, something shifted in the darkness of your window.

You sat up quickly, turning your head to look but found nothing to see.

"Now I'm starting to hallucinate," You grumbled, laying back down and turning your back to the window.

You sighed when you woke back up, glancing at your phone indicated it'd only been a couple hours. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, your gaze shifted to the window once again.

Your breath caught in your chest when you could make out the shape of a person standing there — silhouetted against the moon's light.

You couldn't see their face but you knew they could see you, you could feel their gaze burning into you, as they brought their hand to the glass and tapped three times. You didn't breathe, eyes wide with fear you watched as their head tilted to the side. They lifted their hand up again, no doubt intending to knock again when they froze.

You swear you could hear muffled voices but it was so faint it was nearly impossible to be sure that's what you heard. The person's head snapped to the side, body going stiff.

Much to your horror, a second figure made an appearance from a few feet behind them.

All was still for a second before the first figure bolted and took off running. The second person stood there for a second and you were scared they were going to harass you as well. However, the person turned and walked in the opposite direction the other one ran.

With your sleeping bag pulled up to your eyes, you knew you weren't going to be falling asleep again.

When the morning came, you began trying to fix the lock — the night before having made you terrified for your safety. It was a simple type of latch and it took you hours to figure out a way to get it to work — with the help of a bobby pin and a spare pen you had in your bag.

It wasn't the best but it gave you a sense of peace of mind.

You hoped you'd be able to sleep.

Staring at the window, you sighed — maybe you could find something to cover it up when you grew the courage to go out again. You really needed to, having run out of rations and on your last bottle of water that you had collected.

Your phone was almost completely dead after you had been using it to light your work on the lock. The bar was red indicating a sad 18% power left.

The time was a bit past 5PM and you decided to go while it was still technically daytime. Once outside, you wanted to cry with how much you hated it.

Curse you and you terrible luck.

You could only hope that the signals for help you'd sent out would miraculously find their way to someone who could help you. There was also the possibility of you finding someone in Yathe who could help you — whenever you gained the courage to venture around and find help for yourself.

Until then, you'd just suffer by yourself.

You did the rounds again, this time you stuffed much more into your backpack — which you’d remembered to take. Every little creak and gust of wind caused you to jump, the image of that person standing at your window was still haunting you.

You were going to be severely out of luck soon; with no phone, no way to contact Earth or a nearby planet to get to for safety, along with the apparent stalkers hiding in the dark. With worries weighing heavily on your mind, you found yourself drifting into your thoughts. Anxiety riddled your being and you cursed yourself for not having been prepared for an event like the one you were in.

The only thing that pulled you from your thoughts were the heavy footsteps not far behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end and your hands began to tremble. Taking a glance over your shoulder, you saw a broad-shouldered individual meandering around behind you. With their hood pulled over their head, you couldn't see their face but you were sure it was a man.

When he noticed you looking, he picked up his pace intending to catch up to you. You held a whimper of fear in, speeding up your own pace.

His footsteps sped up again and you felt tears of fear pricking at your eyes — your house was right up ahead. You could get inside and lock him out.

Just before you reached your house, the footsteps stopped altogether. When you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the man talking to another person.

He had a friend.

You were in such deep shit.

Practically bolting to your house, you locked the door shut and placed your backpack in front of it — it was heavy and it wouldn't do much. Nonetheless, it helped you feel safe. You slid to the floor underneath the window, out of view.

Despite your fear, your stomach began to grumble with hunger. You chanced a peek out of the window and found there was not another soul in sight.

Your hands were shaking so bad it made it difficult to bring your drink safely to your lips. It took you an hour, according to your phone, to eat some of your food as you had kept drifting off into space.

A loud bang made your eyes shoot open, having fallen asleep against the wall with your knees to your chest. Drowsy, you looked around for the source of what woke you up.

Another bang and you saw your poorly locked door move with the weight of someone slamming against it. You scrambled backwards away from the door, eyes wide as tears pricked at them in fear.

There was nothing you could do as the lock gave and the door flew open. A man stood there, shoulders heaving as he glared at you. You could see only his eyes as his face was masked with scarf.

"Please..." You whispered, backing yourself into a corner.

"I knew you were a human," He growled, voice gruff and raw. "You know you're not welcome here."

"I-I..." Your mind blanked with any defense you could have made.

Just as he took another step forward, a second larger figured barreled through the open doorway. He was covered by an oversized black hoodie and black face mask. The heavy black boots on his feet added more to his height. You saw your life flash before your eyes and you just knew you were doomed.

"You—" The new man moved forward in the blink of an eye and had the other man jacked up against the wall by the front of his shirt.

"What did I tell you?" The second man asked, voice muffled by the full-face white mask he wore.

"Look—" The first man began but stopped when the second tightened his grip. "Fuck fine, I'll go."

The second man said nothing, simply letting the other go for him to run out the door. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he turned to you.

You were frozen where you sat, his dark eyes, through the dark shadow his long bangs casted, doing nothing to quell your fear.

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked.

"_-_____," You muttered, not taking your eyes off him as he began to walk around your house. His boots thunked against the wood floors as he investigated whatever he saw.

"Well ______," He turned to you and sighed. "My name's Jungkook."

He crouched in front of you, the chain hanging on his jeans jingling when it met the floor, pulling the bands around his ears off and removed his mask.

It felt like the air was promptly knocked out of you. Even in the dark you could make out beautiful features on his face; wide, sparkling doe eyes with long curly bangs that hung in them. He had pretty, delicate lips with a small freckle beneath and a sharp jawline.

He was young and really good looking.

"N-Nice to meet you, Jungkook..." You stuttered.

He cocked his head to the side, fully sitting on the floor in front of you with his legs spread and arms resting on his knees. His dark eyes analyzed you, scanning over your features and body.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice portraying no identifiable emotion.

"I-I just found this e-empty house and—"

"No, I mean why are you here...on Palacios," He nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared at you.

"I um...I was traveling and had to make an emergency landing on the nearest planet," You explained.

"Why are you still here?" Jungkook's eyebrows were furrowed.

"My...my communications are down and Palacios doesn't have cell reception," You explained. "I attempted to send out an emergency beacon when I landed but there's no telling if it went through. And I've been too scared to try and make the trek back to see."

"It's probably been looted and dismantled by now for spare parts," He said, making you groan in despair.

"Are there any like...Embassy officials I can talk to? Government officials that can help me?" With every question, you felt your heart beginning to race with anxiety once more.

Jungkook's shoulders shrugged as he shook his head. "Do you not know anything about this place?"

"Only what's been released through the media," You replied honestly. "That you guys went into a lockdown or something."

"We don't...like outsiders here," He whispered before looking away. "There's no one who can help you. We're governless and we have no officials."

"Well how do you have laws a-and—"

"Does it look like we have laws, _____?" He snapped, making you flinch. "Look around. This isn't Earth. We don't have the luxury of being law-abiding citizens. We do what we have to to survive."

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean—"

"Let's go," He cut you off again, standing up.

"Where?" You whispered, staring up at him.

"I said let's go," He growled, reaching down and grabbing your elbow. You whined when he aggressively jerked you to your feet, ignoring the painful grip he had on you.

"Wait! My things!" You complained, trying to break out of his harsh grip.

Jungkook growled, snatching up your backpack and tossing it over his shoulder.

"My sleeping bag..."

"You don't need it," He grumbled, yanking you out of the broken doorway.

As you walked, you noticed he tugged his mask back on — hiding his face. To your surprise, he pulled you only a few houses down from the one you had been in. He pulled out a key ring from the belt loops on his jeans and slid a key in the lock.

The house was still fairy dilapidated but it had clearly been renovated and fixed up to suit his needs. He hastily slammed the door behind him and locked the three locks that were there — a knob lock, deadbolt, and a simple latch lock like the one in the place you’d been hiding in.

The house was a bit bigger than the one you'd been in — it had an actual bedroom. All except a single window towards the back of the house and a window you could see in the bedroom were boarded up. Jungkook dropped your belongings on the floor with a thud and dropped to sit on the tattered couch in the living area.

"Um..." You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching as he removed his mask again and tossed it away. His eyes cut to you and he raised a brow in question. "Why am I here?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, closing his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the couch.

"I mean...at your house, why...am I in your house?"

He chuckled at your question and you bit your lip at the sight of his crooked smirk. "Well, you were nearly killed over there. Did you want to spend your night there?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Look," He sat up and sighed. "There was no way you could survive on your own in this place. Actual Heajix can barely survive. So, I'm doing you a favor and helping you out, okay? The least you could say is thank you."

"I...thank you." It came out more as a question and Jungkook scoffed.

"You can sleep here," He mumbled, getting to his feet and stalking past you to his room. As he passed you, a sweet smell, delicate scent wafted off of him and you couldn’t help but inhale. It was nice.

You felt around your pockets and realized you had left your phone behind. You whined as you sat down on the couch, not willing to ask Jungkook to go and retrieve it for you. Jungkook's door clicked shut and you were left alone and in silence. It was dark, the moonlight from the back window barely reaching where you were sitting.

You curled up, shivering at the cool draft and your lack of a blanket. Closing your eyes, you hoped for sleep to overtake you.

Soft footsteps moved around you and your eyes fluttered open. Jungkook stood in the kitchenette, shuffling with something on a plate. Sitting up, you winced at how sore your muscles were from curled up on the small space all night. Your neck felt stiff and hurt when you moved it a certain way.

"Um what time is it?" You asked, voice groggy from sleep.

"I don't know," He replied, not looking at you.

"What do you mean you don't know?" You asked.

He turned around, carrying a plate over to the coffee table and placing it down. He was wearing a loose white sweater and sweatpants, long curly hair messy and hanging in his eyes. "I mean...we don't exactly have a concept of time anymore. There aren't really functioning clocks so we all just...run on our own schedules."

"I see..." You watched him pick at some food on the plate and pop it in his mouth. It looked like some kind of diced meat. "What is this?"

"Food," He replied shortly, not offering any other information even as you glared at him. "Eat before you die of starvation."

You sighed but couldn't deny the hunger pains in your stomach. Albeit suspiciously, you took a piece of meat and popped it in your mouth. You hummed, finding nothing strange tasting about it — it tasted similar to ham.

The two of you finished it together and he leaned back on the couch with a groan, patting his stomach. You sat in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside.

"It's probably going to storm soon," He muttered suddenly, eyes drifting towards the window.

You hummed in response, picking at a thread around a hole in your jeans. You weren’t sure how to reply to him, truthfully his tough attitude and mannerisms intimidated you. The last thing you wanted to do was make him mad enough to kick you out and it seemed like he had a bit of a short fuse.

"Do you want a shower?" He suddenly asked, making you jump.

"Um...yeah I guess," You dreaded taking another shower in the filthy water but it’d give you a chance to be away from him and relax a bit.

Jungkook led you to the bathroom and you were surprised by how well maintained it was. He grabbed a towel from a shelf on the wall and tossed it to you. Then without uttering another word, he shut the door and left you alone.

You were pleased to see a hot water handle and eagerly turned it. Then, much to your surprise, the water came out perfectly clean and clear. Without wasting a second, you eagerly stripped and stepped under the warm shower.

It felt like you were in there for ages, having to use some soap Jungkook had to clean yourself. You hoped he didn't mind, though it smelled very good.

When you stepped out, you felt fresher and you were surprised to see new clothes on the countertop.

He had come in while you were shower.

Your face burned hot, hoping he hadn't looked. Throwing on the clothes, you hummed at how clean and nice you felt for the first time since being on the planet. When you walked out of the bathroom, Jungkook was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and arms over his chest like he was napping.

"H-How did you have clean water?" You asked, taking a seat beside him.

You heard him inhale and felt his body tense. For a second you thought he was going to yell at you, but instead he opened his eyes to look at you. "I hooked all my piping to a private water reservoir that continuously purifies the water."

"That's...impressive," You whispered. "How'd you learn to do that?"

He shrugged. "Took a lot of testing, trial and error with the purification. But my parents were mechanical engineers in Zlathe."

"Zlathe?" You asked.

"It was another city a long time ago," He replied, running a hand through his hair revealing his forehead.

"...Was? What do you mean?" You sat up straighter and he sighed.

"Before everything fell, Zlathe was a neighboring city even bigger than Yathe," He explained.

"I don't understand," You muttered. "What do you mean everything fell?"

"You really are ignorant," He chuckled, though it held no mirth. You couldn’t find it in you to be offended because it was true; but no one outside knew anything about the planet.

"Well it's not my fault your planet is a secret," You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We were less developed than everyone...the other planets," His voice held nothing but spite as he spat out the words. "Palacios is the smallest and collectively they all decided, even as we rejected the idea, to create landfills here to dispose of their waste so their own planets didn't become a mess."

"So...that's what caused the pollution?" You asked.

He nodded. "The more toxic the air became, the more sick people became. Those who were able to leave did and those who couldn't were trapped. All of our government leaders left us without a word. Everything went to complete chaos."

"That's horrible! They just abandoned their citizens?" You gasped, eyes wide with shock.

"One by one the cities became desolate. Yathe is, from what we know, the only standing safe city. When the population became crammed into this last safezone those fucking Vorderans swept in and raided every nook and cranny they could. We went from 500,000 people to a mere maybe...20,000?"

"Vorderans?" You hummed. "The people of Vulia? Capital Planet for Fanet IV? Why did they do that?"

Jungkook scoffed. "Why would I tell you? So you can report it back to the Humans and they can take what's left of an already dying people? We're a doomed species — pushed to the brink of extinction over greed and classicism. Why do you think we kill any outside official that comes here, huh?"

"W-We just...everyone just said Heajix were very...private," You muttered, a little startled by his aggressive attitude.

"Yeah they would," He spat. "They don't want to have to explain the complete genocide and decimation of a planet they spearheaded."

"Did you say kill?" You suddenly whispered, brain catching up to what he’d previous confessed.

"Of course, any foreign person who comes to us...after we warned the Embassy to leave us alone...they sign their own death warrant," He said, absolutely no remorse in his voice.

"Is that why that guy broke in?" You asked, which he nodded at.

"Yeah, you were targeted by him even though it wasn't even discussed," When he heard you hum in confusion. "We may not have people in high positions telling us what to do but we do maintain some order. Any foreign person who comes here is watched and if they're deemed a threat we take them out. So far...every person has proved themselves to be so. But you...we hadn't caught you doing anything other than trying to survive and hide so we voted to leave you alone."

"So why did that guy—"

"He went off the deep end I guess, didn't trust you and wanted to take you out on his own terms to be safe. He'll be punished and dealt with appropriately," He said, pulling his sleeves of his sweatshirt up to show a wide expanse of tattoos written in a foreign text. "All criminals after punishment are made to have a tattoo on their skin detailing the nature and severity of the crime. It's kind of like a way to shame us for behaving that way. It’s a little piece of our culture we’ve maintained even after the fall."

You leaned closer, looking over the intricate text that was displayed. He had a handful from what you could tell.

"I take it you're not going to tell me what your crimes are?" You asked, unsurprised when he yanked his sleeve down harshly.

"What the hell happened to your arm?" He suddenly asked, changing the subject, eyes pinned to your arm.

When you looked down to follow his gaze, you were shocked to see a nasty purpling bruise around your elbow.

"I have no idea," You muttered. However, he grabbed your wrist and you gasped, attempting to yank yourself away. "That hurts, you know! Jeez, why are you so rough?"

"Rough?" He scoffed. "I'm barely even touching you!"

"Well, you've got a twisted concept of gentle," You muttered, rubbing your now sore wrist. "Oh."

"What?" He grumbled, pouting at having been chewed out by you.

"It's where you grabbed me yesterday," You muttered. "Jeez I knew you were rough but..."

"I wasn't that rough..." At the tone of his voice, you looked up and saw him frowning. He lightly ran his fingers over the bruise. "I didn't meant to hurt you."

"I..." You were shocked by how upset he seemed over it, showing actual concern. "It's okay...it'll heal. J-Just be more careful next time, okay?"

"I didn't realize how easy you are to hurt," He muttered, still staring at your bruise. "You're a delicate race, huh? I'll be more careful, I promise."

You smiled at him and nodded. His lips twitched upward in his own smile and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

The following day, Jungkook stood before you with a backpack on his shoulders. His mask was in place and he looked at you where you sat on his couch.

"When I leave, lock the door behind me," He ordered you, watching as you quickly nodded your head. "And don't open up until you're sure it's me, got it?"

"Got it," You replied, feeling anxious over the situation.

His boots stomped against the floor as he walked to the door, casting one strong glance at you over his shoulder before walking out and slamming it shut. You quickly raced over and slid the latch lock in place and twisted the deadbolt while he locked the knob. Left alone in the silence, you felt extremely uncomfortable.

You looked around, eyes falling on the door to Jungkook's bedroom. Debating for a moment, you decided he'd probably be gone long enough for you to have a peek.

Pushing the door open, you were pleased at how nice it smelled — Jungkook's clean scent permeating from every inch.

As you stepped inside, you noticed a pile of old, worn books in one corner. He had a table beside his bed with a picture frame on it. Taking a seat on his mattress, you grabbed the frame and examined it. There was a picture of Jungkook, albeit a bit younger, standing with a man and woman on either side of him and behind him a taller man who looked similar to Jungkook.

You opened the drawer of his table, having to pull hard as it seemed to be off the track. It was empty inside aside from a paper you couldn't read and a bottle of lotion. Humming, you simply pushed the drawer back closed and looked around the room some more.

Deciding there was nothing else worth looking at, you stepped out of his room and shut the door. Boredom struck immediately and you dropped down onto the couch and curled up.

The least you could do is take a nap.

Your rest didn't last long because you were startled awake by violent knocks on the door. From outside, you could hear Jungkook calling your name. Jumping to your feet, you scrambled to unlock the door and let him in. He sounded so panicked that your hands were shaking by the time you slid the latch lock open.

Jungkook burst in the second the door was open and promptly fell to the ground with a groan. You shut the door and shakily locked it again before turning to him.

"J-Jungkook? What happened?" You crouched down and helped him pull his backpack off.

He winced, making a hissing noise the second he was made to move. You gasped, noticing the way that he was holding his side — red seeping through his fingers.

"Oh my god, what happened?!" You cried, hands hovering above him not knowing what to do.

"J-Just a stupid accident," He groaned, the back of his head hitting the floor harshly when he tossed it back. The impact didn’t seem to bother him. "Was chasin' some animal and I fell. Caught myself on some scrap metal on the way down."

"Holy crap, how bad is it?" You urged him to move his hand so you could see his wound.

The metal had torn a hole in his shirt and you could see a deep gash across his ribs. There was blood gushing from it and you were worried about the possibility of infection.

"It needs to be cleaned and probably stitched, Jungkook," You muttered, watching him put his hand back over it to slow the bleeding.

"I don't have t-to clean it or stitch it," His eyebrows were drawn together and his jaw was clenched in pain.

"I have a first aid kit in my backpack," You stood up quickly, ignoring his protests, dashing over to where your backpack was leaning against the wall.

Zipping it open, you began to fish through your belongings searching for the little white box. You pulled out a towel, deciding it might be good to help clean him up some. You made a soft sound when you finally spotted the kit, pulling it out and holding it up in triumph.

Sitting beside Jungkook again, you helped him remove his shirt. There were a few tattoos and scars scattered along his chest and abdomen but you didn't have time to ogle at his naked body. You pressed the spare towel against his wound and apologized as he hissed in pain. His hand was covered red in blood — some of it having dripped down his wrist to his elbow. You noticed that his mask was gone as well.

"Okay, I'm going to put some antiseptic on it alright?" You asked, pulling the towel off slightly. "It's going to burn like...really bad but—"

"Just do it," He groaned. "Nothing can top this pain right now."

You sighed and ripped open an alcohol wipe. The second it touched the wound, Jungkook's entire body jerked and he let out a sharp word in his mother tongue that you assumed was a cuss. In another situation, you would have laughed at the reaction. Next, you cleaned it with some hydrogen peroxide, making sure to flush the wound as best you could.

"Wh-Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, voice tight with pain.

"Well...I have just basic knowledge from things I've seen on like TV and..stuff like that. So I don't actually know if I'm doing it right or not," You whispered. "But the point is it's getting cleaned, right?"

"Shit, I guess you're right," He mumbled, eyes focused on the ceiling above him.

"I-It's still bleeding, it really will need stitches...it's so deep," You whispered, watching as blood continued to seep through.

"Can you do it?" He asked.

"I don't know...the only thing we can do is try, right?" You were lucky you had a full first aid kit, complete with a sterile needle and thread.

It was quite dark and you had to lean close to see the edges of the wound. You took it slow, apologizing to Jungkook whenever the needle pierced the torn skin. Little by little, the wound was closed until you managed to tie a tight knot to ensure the stitches wouldn't open back up.

Sitting back, you let out a sigh of relief. "I have some pain medicine," You said, taking out a few tablets of Ibuprofen from the first aid kit.

"Thanks," He popped them in his mouth, wincing as he had to swallow them dry.

Then was a big sigh, his body finally relaxed against the floor. He blinked slowly, as if he was struggling to stay awake. You assumed his adrenaline rush crashed and he was growing tired — no doubt exhausted from the adrenaline crash.

"This is insane," He mumbled suddenly, voice sounding slurred.

"What is?" You questioned.

"Before I would just think of getting myself home safe and that'd be the end of it," His lashes fluttered as he fought the sleep that threatened to overtake him. "But this time...all I could think was that I had to get back to you so you would be safe. Unbelievable."

You couldn't help but smile, though he missed it as his eyes finally closed. In a matter of moments, his breathing evened out and you knew he fell asleep.

Right on the floor.

Chuckling, you shook your head and wandered to his bedroom to pull the blanket off his bed — just a thin throw blanket and one of his pillows. You returned to him and carefully, doing your best not to wake him, placed the pillow beneath his head and the blanket over his body.

Your own exhaustion seemed to catch up to you and you curled up on the couch, your own eyes shutting as you stared at Jungkook's sleeping form.

When you woke up, it was on your own. You saw Jungkook was still asleep and sighed. Quickly pulling yourself up, you wandered over to him. Sitting down, you peeled the blanket off of him. You moved his arm off his chest so you could look at his wound but you let out a harsh gasp at what you saw. Jungkook's eyes immediately popped open and sharply turned to look at you.

"What is it?" He asked, body relaxing when he realized it was just you.

"Y-Your wound..." You leaned down to get a closer look, looking at your uneven stitching over the red skin.

"What about it?" He hummed, looking down to take a look at himself.

"It's healed up..." Beneath the stitches, the skin was still reddened but there was no sign of the open wound that was once there. Just a puffy looking scar was left in its wake.

"Oh good," He sat up and stretched his arms — his joints popping at the action, making him groan. "Hand me my backpack, yeah?"

"What do you mean good?! Yesterday you were bleeding out on the floor a-and now you're acting like it's just okay?!" You cried, throwing your hands up in frustration.

He stared at you for a moment, looking confused before sighing. He rolled over and grabbed his backpack, pulling it into his lap and digging through.

"Eat something and then we'll talk, okay?" He pulled out a bar of something and when you opened it, it resembled a granola bar but was much softer.

When you took a bite, you were surprised that it tasted like meat. But it wasn't bad. Jungkook pulled out his own and quietly began eating. It was silent between the two of you, as you simply ate. Before long, you were finished and Jungkook simply threw the wrappers into his backpack.

"Now will you tell me?" You muttered, raising a brow when he sighed.

He stood up and moved over to the couch, leaving you kneeling beside his makeshift bed. He sat down and looked at you expectantly, making you rise to your feet and stumble over to sit beside him.

"I guess there's no reason to hide it," You scanned over him as he spoke, taking the opportunity to look over his body again. He was fit, no doubt, with faint abs and lovely, veiny forearms.

"So you have super healing abilities?" You asked quietly.

"We...our species produces a chemical naturally that can heal virtually anything," He explained. "It's in any fluid we excrete; even sweat. And it's in our blood, obviously."

"That's amazing..." You whispered, eyes drifting back to his wound. "Why did you let me take care of it if you knew it was going to heal up?"

"I...Because the other planets use us for it," He muttered, fists clenching. "Do you remember what I told you? About the Vorderans?" You nodded and he continued, "They...collected us for the chemical. They produce the highest quality super medicine in the solar system. And it's because they slaughtered thousands of us to get it."

"So...you didn't trust me to tell me?" You asked, though there was no tone to indicate you were trying to guilt him.

"No," He sighed. "But since you did take care of me...I figured I could at least give it a try, right?"

"Thank you, Jungkook," You smiled. "I'm really happy you're okay, you know. I was really worried. Without you, I'd be doomed here."

"That's very true," He smirked, relaxing into the couch. "You're absolutely helpless!"

"Hey!" You pouted. "You could teach me, you know?"

"Teach you how to survive out there?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. You nodded and he shook his head. "You're too much of a target. I wouldn't be able to handle looking after you and trying to scavenge."

"I guess that's true," You muttered. "I just don't want to be a burden. You went out of your way to help me and I've done nothing in return for the fact you keep helping me."

He wore a frown as he looked at you. "You're not a burden. In fact, I actually appreciate having you around."

"You do?" You asked, your heart stuttering in your chest as he looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah," He smiled. "I hadn't realized how lonely I was. But with you here now, I feel a lot...happier. Lighter. It feels nice to not be alone."

"I...I'm happy I can make you feel that way, Jungkook," You whispered, meeting his eyes.

The two of you sat like that in silence. You felt a soft brush of Jungkook's fingers on your hand and he easily laced his fingers through yours.

You felt content; happy even.

You were curled up on the couch, unable to sleep through the howling sound of the wind outside. Rain was pouring down and the thunder was so loud your ears were ringing. Clouds blocked out the moon, blanketing you in complete and total darkness.

It was cold, Jungkook still hadn't given you a blanket and you were beginning to think he forgot. The storm had brought the temperature down drastically, leaving your teeth chattering in effect.

The storm was unlike anything you'd experienced on Earth. It was actually a bit scary.

You sat up, finally unable to take it anymore. There was no reason for you to suffer like you were.

You tiptoed over to Jungkook's bedroom and suddenly hesitated. You didn't want to wake him up for a silly blanket, you'd feel bad. Your shoulders sagged and you turned back to sit back down on the couch.

Somehow, you managed to doze off, curled up in a ball in an attempt to keep warm.

You were awoken very soon after by the weight of something warm being laid upon you. Eyes fluttering open, you met Jungkook's eyes. His brows were furrowed and when he saw you were awake, knelt down beside the couch.

"You're freezing, why didn't you ask me for a blanket?" He whispered, mindlessly tucking the blanket around you.

"I-I didn't want to wake you," You mumbled, voice wobbly from shivering.

"Don't worry about that," He grumbled. "I'd rather you wake me up than fucking freeze to death during a storm."

"I'm sorry," You whispered, eyes fluttering again as you finally warmed up. It felt so cozy beneath the blanket and it smelled just like Jungkook. "Thank you, Jungkook."

"Don't worry about it," He whispered, brushing some stray hair off your face as your eyes closed once again.

"It's my duty to take care of you now," He uttered once he was sure you were asleep.

The first time you noticed something was wrong was when you began to get dizzy randomly — usually accompanying a roaring headache. You ignored it, however, choosing to nap off the headache and continue your days on like usual.

Jungkook began going out for scavenging more and more — bringing home killed rodents and other animals. Sometimes he would come home with some rations or a snack from when the world was a functioning metropolis.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked one morning while the two of you ate some breakfast you prepared.

"Huh?" You looked up from your plate at him.

He was gazing at you, brows furrowed as usual but his head was cocked to the side. "You just look really dazed. And you're barely touching your food."

"Ah, I just..." You cleared your throat. "I lost my appetite, I guess."

"Well, I'm going to go out again today," He said, eating the last of what was on his plate. "I'll be back tonight as usual, alright?"

"Yeah, be careful okay?" You whispered, watching as he hesitated staring at you.

He lifted his hand and placed it softly on your head, smiling.

"I'll see you soon."

Left alone, you ate as much of the food as you could before you had to toss it. You found yourself laying on the couch once again, feeling sluggish and lazy. Deciding a nice nap was in order, you let your eyes flutter shut.

When you woke back up, it felt like you were hit by a bus. You groaned, your head pounding making you whine. Sitting up proved to be a bad move as you felt your stomach turn. Immediately you let yourself flop back down.

Of course you'd get sick on a dystopian planet with no access to medicine.

The hours ticked by and there was no sign of Jungkook. You'd gotten accustomed to his schedule and the general time frame you both ran in so you knew he was well overdue for his return.

You became antsy, pacing around and taking naps when you could. The cold you'd acquired seemed to only get worse as you were plagued with an unfortunate fever. Hiding under your blanket didn't help and being out from the blanket didn't help either. You whined, knowing you didn't have any medicine to help break your fever.

Feeling crappy and concerned about Jungkook made tears sting your eyes; you were always a cry baby when sick.

The door opening finally is what woke you up. Jungkook grumbled, slamming the door.

"Why the hell wasn't the door properly locked?" He snapped, dropping his bag on the floor with a bang.

"Hey...that's loud," You whined, flinching at the way your head began to pound.

"Answer me—hey...what's the matter?" He asked, losing his anger for concern.

"I'm sick," You complained, watching as he kneeled down.

"Sick?" He mumbled, looking over your face — noticing your glassy eyes.

"I have a fever," You explained with a sigh.

He hummed, bringing his hand up to press his palm against your forehead. He hissed, pulling back and sighing.

"I was so scared you weren't coming back, you were gone so long," You whispered, shakily sitting up.

Jungkook's hands hovered in the air, ready to help or catch you if you fell. "I'm sorry, I went a little further than I usually do. But I was only gone overnight. It wasn't that long."

"It felt like days," You whined, tears stinging your eyes.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, cupping your cheek and brushing some hair away from your eye. "I didn't mean to upset you so much."

"It's okay, I'm just...a crybaby," You muttered, cheeks flushing at the fond smile that crossed Jungkook's face — a cute bunny-like smile.

"I...can help you feel better, if you'd let me," He asked, moving to sit beside you on the couch. "My species can cure illnesses, remember?"

"How will you do that?" You asked, voice a little slurred.

"Well..." In the moon's illumination, you could see his ears burning red. "I...I can kiss you?"

Your mind blanked at those words, blinking several times to take in what he said. You recalled what he said about his saliva, or any fluid, possessing the chemical to cure illnesses. Still, despite the fact it was for medicinal purposes, your stomach fluttered with butterflies and your heart stuttered in your chest the idea of kissing him.

"I-I don't mind..." You uttered, subconsciously licking your lips.

He cupped your cheek, leaning down and ever so softly brushed his lips against yours. When you sighed happily at the contact, he surged forward and pulled you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips moved in unison and you couldn't help but reach up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Shuddering, you held in a whimper when his tongue met your lips. You eagerly opened your mouth, shuddering as the taste of him lingered upon your tongue. Your fingers clutched at his hair as you continued to deepen the kiss.

After several long, lovely seconds of the kiss — he finally pulled away. There was a small strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. He brushed his thumb across your lips, breaking the strand.

The two of you sighed, falling silent but he kept his hand on your cheek.

"You should rest now, you'll feel better soon," He whispered, standing up and stepping away.

You missed his touch immediately, and watched him until he disappeared behind his bedroom door.

You curled up under the blanket, fingers pressed to your lips as the feeling of him kissing you lingered. The way your heart began to race made you sigh heavily; what an effect he had on you.

The next day, you were feeling much better and were back to eating properly. You could tell Jungkook was happy; he was positively beaming and smiling at you every chance he got.

It was cute.

The two of you were playing a card game; using some cards you'd had in your bag for when you were bored on the trip through Fanet IV. You were teaching him Earth games and how to play.

You were just about to beat him for the 5th time at Go Fish when there was a heavy knock on the door. Both of you jumped and Jungkook was on his feet in a second.

His whole body was tense and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He carefully moved in front of you, shielding your body from the door subconsciously.

"Wh-What is it?" You asked, keeping your voice low.

"No one should come here," He whispered back. "Go hide in the bedroom, alright?"

"But Jungkook—"

"Just do it!" He snapped, giving a gentle push to your back to urge you into the open doorway.

You spared him a longing glance before he pulled the door shut with a soft click.

You took a seat on his bed, listening through the thin walls as Jungkook's heavy footsteps moved towards the door. There was a loud click as he unlocked the deadbolt.

There was a quick beat of silence before a slam so loud that you had to cover your mouth to keep from shrieking.

"Fuck! What the fuck are you doing here?!" You heard Jungkook shout.

"Followed you home," Came a gruff, almost bored-sounding reply. "You weren't very smart. Didn't even notice you were being tailed."

"Fuck," You heard Jungkook swear.

"Now, I hope you make this easy for me and just come along nicely," The stranger asked. “Maybe if you tell me where more are hiding, I'll go easy on you.”

Jungkook didn't offer a reply but you could hear heavy boots approaching the bedroom door. You kept your hands over your mouth to keep from making a peep as you slid off the bed and huddled yourself into a dark corner.

The stranger suddenly shrieked and there was a heavy thud of someone falling to the floor. Jungkook let out a string of curses before there was a crash, grunting and scuffling filling your ears.

What was going on?

From where you hid, you could see a little box beneath Jungkook's bed. As quietly as you could, you pulled it out and opened it up.

It was an array of several different knives. Eyes flicking over to the door, you hatched an idea to hopefully help.

If Jungkook didn't win, the man was going to take him away. The mere thought of that happening sent a spark of terror through you.

Picking up the biggest knife that was in the box, you tiptoed over to the door. You could still hear the two of them fighting, the sound covering up the soft click of the door opening. Peeking through the crack, you were shocked to see the table smashed completely. The man was pinning Jungkook down by his throat. Jungkook was struggling, obviously unable to get air. The stranger laughed mockingly down at him.

Your hands and knees were trembling as you quickly crept out.

"You barely even put up a fight," The stranger spat at Jungkook. "You Heajix never were able to take us on though, isn't that right? That's why we were able to kill so many of you! Such incredible strength yet still unable to protect yourselves. Pathetic.”

You couldn't even register his words as you finally stood behind him. Jungkook's eyes were fluttering and he was dangerously close to passing out.

Steeling yourself, you raised the knife overhead and brought it down as hard as you could. The man shrieked so loud that your ears were ringing. The knife was stuck in his back, buried more than halfway through. Part of you felt proud for putting the power behind the attack.

Jungkook let out a desperate gasp, finally getting the oxygen he desperately needed. While you were distracted looking at Jungkook, the strange man spun around and grabbed you by your throat.

"I knew there was someone else here," The man snarled, squeezing your neck as hard as he could.

You couldn't even make a sound of pain as your feet were lifted off the ground. Your vision was swimming but you could make you Jungkook getting to his feet. The man, you noticed, had strange glowing eyes — as if a light were coming from behind them and illuminating the whites.

In the blink of an eye, Jungkook ripped the knife from your assailants back — making him drop you in shock. You hit the ground hard, knocking what little air you had left in you right out.

Jungkook was on the man before he could even blink, stabbing him several times until he was on his knees. Jungkook paused, chest and shoulders heaving as he glared down at the man.

Then, you watched with wide eyes as Jungkook lifted his leg and kicked the man so hard his body physically flew back. The man was limp, blood dripping from his mouth and nose — eyes open and unseeing.

"Holy shit..." You whispered from where you were still laying on the floor.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asked, helping you sit up with a gentleness that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His hands were coated in the intruders blood but you didn't mind.

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you knocked him down on his butt. You hugged him tight, sighing when you felt him wrap his own arms around you.

"I-I didn't know what to do," You whispered. "He was saying he was going to take you away. I saw you were about to pass out and I knew he would take you. I'm sorry I got involved."

"Hey, it's okay," Jungkook pulled back and smiled. "You saved me! Maybe you aren't as helpless as I thought."

You smiled, shaking your head. Then, without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. He froze for a fraction of a second but quickly cupped the back of your head and returned the kiss.

When you parted, you asked, "So what do we do with him?"

"The Vorderans are going to come looking for him when they notice he's not reported back to them," Jungkook mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the body. "I'll take him out somewhere and dump him off where they won't be able to link it to me."

"You're going to leave right after that?" You asked, your shoulders slumping.

"I shouldn't be gone long, _____," He smiled, brushing his thumb over your pouted lips.

"But what if there are more of them? What if they take you away and I don't even know!"

As if sensing the panic in your voice, he cupped your cheeks and brought your gaze to him.

"That won't happen," He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead — sending your heart into painful palpitations. "It'll be easier to hide out there and easier to lose them if they do find me. I promise, I'll come back and everything will be okay."

"I'm just...scared, Jungkook," You admitted, feeling your eyes burn.

"I know," He sighed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. Your cheeks immediately felt like they were on fire. "But I would never leave you like that."

You clung onto him as long as he allowed you before he decided it was best to get going. He told you to hide in his room until he got back and to just rest.

"Don't open the door," He warned, though he already knew he didn't have to worry about that.

Left alone, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You'd watched Jungkook lift the body like it was nothing — which only reminded you of what the Vorderan has said; Heajix just had incredible physical strength.

You had a much better concept of time since you weren't sick and you were sure 2 days had passed since you'd last seen Jungkook. You could barely sleep, anxiety plaguing every second that he was gone.

You'd taken to sleeping in his bed, taking comfort in his scent surrounding you. Thankfully, Jungkook had managed to stock up on food so you were able to properly eat in his absence. Though it was more a mechanical task to pass the time than it was for actually sustaining you.

It hadn't occurred to you how much he had changed until you were laying in his bed one night. You thought back to the rough, cold exterior he had when you first met him. And now you were blessed with his smile and comforting caresses.

He made your heart ache in the best way and you wanted to hold him and have him kiss you over and over again. He was so sweet and did his best to take care of you.

You'd really been lucky that he was around when he was that night.

The fact he hadn't returned didn't help quell the fears of more Vorderans being around just waiting for someone to come around. For a Heajix to take away.

You didn't think you would hate an alien planet over the sake of another alien race but you knew the Heajix had been treated unfairly. It was cruel and the fact it was just allowed to happen and no one cared really made you angry.

If you ever got back to Earth you were going to do something to help.

You were lost thinking about the things you could do to help when the front door clicked open.

A spark of fear went down your spine as you sat straight up in the bed. Through the door and walls, you could hear heavy footsteps moving around.

They moved to the door and paused. You held your breath, pulling the covers up to your chin as you watched the door creak open.

A black head of fluffy hair popped in and smiled when he saw you sitting there.

"I was wondering where you—!" He was cut off by you flying off the bed and throwing yourself into his arms.

"You're home!" You gasped, burying your face in his neck. You didn't bother fighting the tears that tumbled down your cheeks.

"Yeah..." You could hear the smile in his voice as he wrapped his arms around you, fisting the back of your shirt tightly as if you would slip away. "I'm home."

"I was so worried and..." Your cheeks burned before you muttered, "I missed you."

Reaching up, he cupped both your cheeks in his hands, making you look up at him. You leaned into the feeling of his touch on your skin as he wiped your tears away ever so carefully. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.

"I missed you too," He smiled, pecking your lips again. "But I'm back just like I promised I would be. I told you I'd never leave you, right?"

"You're right," You whispered, moving forward to kiss him again. He eagerly reciprocated and you whined into his lips.

He gripped your hips, rough and harsh. You winced, pulling your lips away slightly only for him to chase them — muttering a soft apology before relaxing his grip.

Neither of you wasted time moving to the bed. With your back pressed against the mattress and his wide shoulders above you, you couldn’t help the shiver running down your spine.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for another kiss.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” He breathed against your lips.

“Please,” You whispered, reaching down to tug at the hem of his dirty shirt.

“So pretty when you beg,” He growled, sitting up on his knees to pull the shirt off.

Immediately, your hands were roaming across his chest — grazing over scars and tattoos.

He groaned when your fingers brushed over his pebbled nipples. Leaning down, he nipped against the sensitive skin of your neck. As you sighed in pleasure, he began to push your own shirt up until he was able to toss it away.

Sitting up, he let out a curse at the sight of your bare breasts. One large hand cupped one, thumb rolling the nipple harshly until you whimpered. His lips moved down your neck to take the other nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking the bud. Your hands wound into his hand, back arching to get more of the delicious feeling.

“Jungkook, please…” You whined, arching your hips upwards. “I-I want you so much.”

“Yeah?” He groaned against your breast, moving to take your other perked nipple into his mouth. “Who would have figured I’d already have you begging?”

“I missed you so much, Jungkook,” You whined, sniffling softly as the emotions came rushing back. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” He whispered, leaning back up to peck your lips.

In one swift move, your pants were tugged down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He hummed cupping your heat through the fabric, easily finding your clit and pressing against it. You sighed, head rolling back as you ground your hips down into his touch. Unable to take it, you reached down and tugged your panties off. He allowed you, watching as you kicked them away and spread your legs for him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, dropping onto his stomach between your legs. “So pretty and wet.”

Your legs trembled as he slid two fingers between your folds, spreading them to expose your leaking entrance. He groaned, low in his chest before quickly diving in to catch some of your arousal on his tongue. You sighed, eyes fluttering close as he swirled his tongue over your clit.

“Ah, Jungkook!” You cried, gripping his hair.

“Fuck,” He growled, pulling back slightly. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“G-Gentle,” You whined, gripping his hair tighter. “It’s sensitive.”

He didn’t respond, simply chuckled before diving back in. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked until your back arched. Soon, he introduced his fingers — easily sliding two in. There was a slight burn but it lasted only a second.

“You can take 3, right?” He chuckled, rolling his tongue over your clit. “You’re gonna need that many to even think of trying to take my knot.”

“Kn-Knot?” You gasped, unable to wrap your head fully around his words as he pumped the two digits in and out.

Your hips bucked when he hit your g-spot. Your eyes rolled as he continued to abuse the spot while playing with your clit in any way he could.

“I’m gonna cum soon, Kook,” You whined, unaware the pet name had slipped through your lips.

He growled, viciously pounding his fingers upwards and suckling your clit into his mouth. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, a tight coil of pleasure winding in your stomach. Opening your eyes, you looked down to see his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked like he was in utopia himself.

What broke the cord, however, was when he eased the third finger into you. You gasped, back arching as you cried out his name — cumming around the digits. He didn’t stop, fucking your spasming hole and sucking on your twitching clit throughout your entire high until you were whining and pushing him away.

He separated his mouth from you with a lewd pop and slid his fingers out. You felt empty, clenching around nothing as he popped his cum soaked fingers in his mouth. His eyes rolled back at your taste and he chased what was left on his lips until there was nothing left of your cum.

He stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide to the floor until he could step out of them. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and you nearly drooled at the sight of his hard cock— weeping at the flushed, red tip with a soft swell at the base of his cock.

You scooted forward on your knees, wrapping your hand around his shaft and leaning forward to slide your tongue of the slit. He sighed, head falling back on his shoulders as you took the thick head on your mouth and sucked. The taste of his precum was delectable — salty-sweet with a bitter tang.

“You’ll make me cum too fast with your pretty lips on me like that, baby,” He whispered, gripping your hair to pull you away.

You whined at the loss but let him urge you onto your back. Your feet hanging off the end of the bed and Jungkook standing at the end with a fist wrapped around his cock made you lick your lips. He looked so powerful standing over you like he was.

“Scoot back,” He ordered, crawling onto the bed after you.

With your head in the pillows, you spread your legs for him. Knees on either side of his waist, you both looked down to watch as he slid the head of his cock between your wet folds — coating himself in your juices. A split second of hesitation as he positioned his tip at your entrance felt like an eternity.

“Are you sure you want to…?” He asked softly, mindlessly slapped your clit with the head of himself.

“Please,” You gasped, wrapping your hand in his hair to tug him down.

Your mouths simultaneously fell open as he pressed inside, the fat head spreading your walls open. The sound was wet as he sunk inside, dirty and obscene. Your eyes rolled back as he finally bottomed out — the base of him almost as thick as his head.

He dropped down onto his elbows beside your head, pulling you in for another kiss as he began to thrust in and out of your clenching walls.

Every time he sunk inside, he grazed your g-spot making you moan.

“So fucking tight,” He growled. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to take my knot, babygirl.”

“K-Kook—”

“Fuck!” He snarled, cock twitching at the sound of the nickname, slamming his cock into you harshly, making you whined. “Keep calling me that.”

“Kook!” You cried, scrambling to claw at his muscled back.

“I’m gonna knock you up, beautiful,” He breathed, chuckling when he felt you clench around him. “Oh? You like the sound of that? Tell me.”

“Pl-Please kn-knock me up, Kook,” You begged, voice breathy as you fought back sobs of pleasure.

“Yeah, sound so pretty begging for my cum,” He chuckled, reached down to find your swollen clit. “How about you cum for me first?”

Your mouth fell open as everything became even more intense. He didn’t stop the rapid circles on your clit until you were crying out his name and arching. You gushed around him, walls spasming uncontrollably as he fucked you through the high.

As you came down, everything became more intense and sensitive. Every time he sunk inside, the base of his cock would catch at your entrance and stretch you just a tad more. You clung to him, eyes closed as he fucked his knot into your sensitive walls.

“I’m gonna cum,” He warned, suddenly pausing balls deep — his knot popped into your walls, swollen big enough that he couldn't pull back out.

You could feel his cock as it pulsed inside of you — a hot rush of cum immediately following. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he moaned and trembled above you. The knot at the base of his cock throbbed — urging more and more cum out of his cock.

He chuckled darkly, looking down at your swelling tummy — having been stuffed full of his cum that couldn’t escape around his knot.

Your cunt clenched around him and you whined. You felt so full but it felt so good.

Jungkook's nimble fingers found your clit and began to circle the hardened bud in brutal circles. With a dark smirk on his lips, he met your gaze where your eyes were wide and your mouth was open in a silent moan.

"That's it...give it to me, baby," He ordered, grinding his hips against you — his knot and cock stirring your sensitive walls up. “Cum on my knot for me, like a good girl.”

Your head fell back against the pillow as your back arched. The both of you moaned in unison at your orgasm, the tight squeeze and gush from your orgasm set him off again. Tightening his grip on your hips made you whine but the pain blended into the pleasure as Jungkook's knot throbbed as more cum poured into your already well-filled cunt. Slowly, his body relaxed and he heaved a sigh before beginning to change your positions.

His knot tugged at your walls, making you both hiss. You laid side by side, your head resting on his arm.

As you both caught your breath, you felt his knot slowly shrink until he was able to pull out completely. You whimpered at the gush of cum that followed — oozing out of your stretched entrance and staining the bed beneath you.

He groaned, dropping back onto his stomach between your legs. Feeling embarrassed, you moved to close your legs but his strong hands caught you and forced them back open. You covered your face with your hands and whined as he suddenly slid his tongue across your cum-soaked folds.

Absolutely obscene sounds of him moaning and licking you clean filled the space. Your hips jerked in oversensitivity whenever he brushed over your clit.

Sliding his tongue into your entrance, he caught and swallowed down everything he could reach. Him eating his own cum out of you had your walls clenching again and he chuckled before pulling away.

Pulling your hands away from your heated cheeks, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You whined, circling your arms around his neck as he fed his cum into your mouth for you to swallow.

You moaned at the taste of him, swallowing everything he gave you — continuing to kiss long after you swallowed it. The remnants of his cum lingered on your tongue and on his lips.

Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours and moved to lay on his side beside you once again. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled your body close to his.

The two of you dissolved into a comfortable silence; his fingers tracing random shapes along your skin and you taking in his sweet scent and enjoying the warmth of his arms around you.

You were sitting with Jungkook on the floor in front of the couch. Since the table was broken, the two of you were using the couch as a makeshift table. He had an array of papers and old book across the surface and had been spending the last two days teaching you to read the Heajix written alphabet. It was difficult and you frequently confused letters but Jungkook was patient — and gave you kisses whenever you got something right which was great incentive.

Unfortunately, the relaxing atmosphere was broken by a series of knocks on the front door. Jungkook was on his feet immediately, knife drawn and at the ready.

You stayed back, watching as he approached the door and slowly unlocked it. You watched as he took a deep breath and threw the door open.

"What—" Jungkook was at a loss. There was a man standing at the door with his hands up to show he was unarmed.

"My name is Hakyeon," He said, motioning to his badge. "I work for the Interplanetary Embassy on Earth. We received an Emergency beacon and we've been told the human was here."

"Holy shit! It actually got through?!" You cried, jumping to your feet and running over to the open door. "Why did it take you so damn long?"

Hakyeon looked confused, shaking his head. "We received it only 2 days ago...I was the nearest representative and was tasked with finding you."

"Weird..." You mumbled, shrugging your shoulders. "I guess I can go home now, right?"

"If that's what you wish still, yes," He replied, eyeing Jungkook by your side.

"Um," You cleared your throat. "Your ship will be nearby right?"

"Yes, I'll...wait for you there," Hakyeon said, taking the hint.

The door shut and Jungkook was silent.

"Jungkook—"

"I guess you're leaving, right?" He asked, keeping his eyes down. "There's no logical reason for me to ask you to stay here...it's dangerous and you should be somewhere safe."

"But Jungkook..." You reached forward to touch him but he backed away.

"If I'm honest, ______," He wandered away, leaving you to watch him. His voice was shaky, wobbling with the onslaught of tears. "I really don't want you to go and I know that's selfish! But I really don't think I can be alone again. Especially after finding someone I can actually love."

"Jungkook!" You snapped, making him look at you. You sighed speedily walking up to him and pressing your lips to his before he could back away. "I love you too."

"But—"

"Come with me," You whispered, clutching the front of his shirt in your hands. "Come back to Earth with me. We'll find someone there who will help. The Embassy would be more than willing to assist in the cleanup and protection of Palacios and Heajix. You can speak for everyone here who is struggling to survive and those you haven't."

"You want me to come with you?" He breathed, covering your hands with his. Tears still fell from his eyes but in a matter of seconds, he was smiling and pulling you against him in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of you.

"Of course I do, stupid!" You laughed, hugging him back as tight as you could. "Why would I leave you when you refused to leave me, huh?"

"...I love you," He whispered, giving you another kiss.

"Let's get our things together," You said before the two of you separated.

Jungkook packed his bag with anything important, sentimental or not. You noticed he packed his picture away with a sad smile.

Once the two of you were ready, you took his hand and walked out the door. He paused and looked behind him, at the house he'd been living in for the longest time. The boarded up windows and the water reservoir he'd spent ages perfecting.

You squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to you. He smiled, taking the first step away.

You felt yourself relax against the seat once the two of you were on the craft. Jungkook was gripping your hand tight — it was hurting a bit but you didn't say anything. His gaze was locked on the window, watching as his home planet disappeared from view.

The surface was covered in a green, gaseous layer of pollution and smog that he seemed almost surprised to see. The pollution of the planet was most evident one outside of the planet's atmosphere.

"I'm happy you're here, Jungkook," You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I am too," He replied, resting his head against yours as he watched the stars and planets pass by until Palacios was out of view.

#btssmutclub #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #jeongguk smut #jeongguk scenarios #jeongguk imagines #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts x reader #bangtan x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jeongguk fanfic #bangtan fanfic

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makeste · 4 years ago

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I read the meta you reposted about anyone being able to become a hero, and I would just like to give some thoughts. I agree it is wrong to think in terms of good vs bad victims and measure everyone as the same. Just because Shoto never killed anyone in response to his abuse and Toya did doesn't mean that Toya was always an evil person looking for an excuse to break bad. Different people break from different things.

these are all good, well-reasoned points, anon, but I disagree with a few of them. let me try to explain.

so the thing about this whole atonement process is that it’s hugely complex, and there isn’t really any kind of roadmap for Endeavor to follow when it comes to trying to make things right. I actually appreciate that his arc is written in such a way that his epiphany doesn’t just happen all at once, and you can see how his approach gradually turns from one that’s still mostly selfish and centered on him, to one that’s actually focused on his kids and what they need. you can see the stages he progresses through as the series goes on.

1. I’d argue that it all starts when he first gets yelled at by Deku (��Todoroki isn’t you!”). he realizes that maybe this kid has got a point, and that treating his son as an extension of him rather than as his own person might just be sorta shitty. so he files that away, but we don’t really see much of a change in him yet.

2. then a few months later he gets thrust into the #1 hero role, which has the interesting psychological effect of forcing him to see past himself and his ego for perhaps the first time in his life. he suddenly finds himself in this position as the new Symbol, and starts to feel the responsibility of that, and it basically triggers the entire rest of his redemption arc. because once he starts looking outside himself, he starts to realize the impact his actions have on other people, including his family. for the first time, he starts looking at the situation with fresh eyes, and realizes how much he’s hurt them.

3. quick little detour here, I feel like it’s important to note that Endeavor -- like many abusers -- actually does love his family and never intentionally set out to hurt them. but the problem is that he is so self-centered for most of his life that he never stops to consider that his family and his kids don’t simply exist to serve his own purposes. he abuses Shouto during his training but I’ll bet you he himself never thought of it as actual abuse, just him being hard on him in order to toughen him up. he thinks he’s doing what’s best for Shouto by making him strong in the hopes that he’ll one day surpass All Might, because that’s always been his goal, and so he just unilaterally decides that should be Shouto’s goal too. he wants the best for him, but it never enters his mind to consider that his son is his own person who, gasp, might not actually want the same things that Endeavor wants. btw I should clarify that absolutely none of this excuses anything he does, holy shit. but I feel like it’s important to mention, because many people complain that the change in Endeavor happens too abruptly and is too unrealistic, but I don’t think that’s true at all. it’s just that people don’t like to acknowledge that abusers are still human (meaning that anyone can become one if they’re not careful to consider how they treat others). Endeavor’s actions are monstrous, but they stem from realistic places, and I think that it’s a very well-thought-out character arc.

4. and so basically, once that change finally starts happening, it’s not that he suddenly starts loving his kids all of a sudden out of nowhere. it’s that he finally starts loving them for their own sake, rather than his. for the first time, he starts loving them selflessly rather than selfishly. and it’s not a change that just happens overnight, because he is so used to everything revolving around him that even after he starts realizing what he’s doing wrong, it still takes him a while to break free from those patterns.

5. and so for example, he suddenly becomes wildly supportive of Shouto and his training and attempts to go full-blown helicopter parent. because clearly that’s what Shouto needs, right?? all those years he was trying to make him into his own personal mini-me rather than loving his son for who he was and supporting him as his own person. and so we see him hounding Shouto in texts to let him teach him his Ultimate Technique (but not because he wants him to surpass All Might, but because he just wants him to be the best hero he can be! it’s different now!), and attending his training sessions to cheer him on from the stands like an obnoxious soccer mom. and afterwards he tells him he’s proud of him, and that he wants to become someone Shouto can be proud of.

6. so you can see there’s some progress at this point, but at the same time he’s still making a lot of the same mistakes. his intentions by this point have genuinely changed! but he’s still looking at the situation from his own point of view, and not taking into consideration how his son feels about the forced attempts at reconciliation. he’s thinking ‘I was a shit father, I need to make it up to him by being supportive.’ but he doesn’t stop to consider that Shouto might not WANT his support by this stage in the game; that he might, in fact, not want anything to do with him at all.

7. and this doesn’t change until after his battle at Fukuoka, when he has dinner with his family and Natsuo blows up at him. he basically lays it all out on the table, but this is the most important part:

I am willing to bet that he did not, in fact, get it until pretty much that moment, actually. because up until this point, he’s been doing exactly as Natsuo said -- trying to make nice, trying to show that he’s changed, and to be a good father now. but he doesn’t stop to consider (a) just how much hurt he really has caused them, and (b) just how impossible it is to simply erase all of that. the pain Natsuo’s expressing here isn’t something people can simply get over. and I don’t think Enji realizes until this moment that he was still going about this in the wrong way.

8. and that, lastly, is what finally leads to this:

he finally realizes that it’s not about him. and apologizes, but makes it clear that Natsuo does not have to forgive him, and that he doesn’t want to burden him by making him feel otherwise. he acknowledges Natsuo’s feelings, acknowledges the pain he’s caused, and realizes that what he and the others need is space. and this is when he makes the decision to build the new home for them and Rei, so that they can finally start to move on -- without him, if that’s what it takes.

so this is basically the progression of Endeavor’s redemption arc up to this point. and I’m sorry it took so long to recap, I didn’t mean for it to lol, but there were a lot of parts I didn’t want to just gloss over. so now, here are a few last points I want to make about his arc.

1. first off, it’s important to consider the timeline here. when making your point earlier, you talked about Endeavor building the new home for his kids, but how “on the other hand” he kept trying to force his relationship with Shouto. however the order of these things is switched around. because Endeavor building the house is something that happens at the end of his arc. and in fact we have not seen him try to force anything with Shouto since then. this is important to acknowledge because it shows that he is learning and that it’s not just an insincere case of one step forward, two steps back. the progress he’s making here is genuine; he really is trying not to be selfish anymore.

2. I know I said “the end” of his arc just now, but in fact we have no reason to believe that this is the end of it. every time I see an argument about “well why hasn’t he done this yet, or why hasn’t he said this”, I wonder why people assume that just because he hasn’t done it yet, it means we’re never going to see it. for instance, he still hasn’t apologized to Shouto specifically for the way he abused him all those years. but just because we haven’t seen it yet doesn’t mean that it won’t happen.

3. fandom has this tendency, when it comes to characters they don’t like and don’t want to see redeemed, to continuously move the goalposts so that no matter what that character does and how much they change, they can continue to justify why it’s not enough. I’m going to take a quick break from Endeavor and use Bakugou as the example here instead, since I think it’s easier to summarize.

“Bakugou is such an asshole, all he cares about is himself, he’s definitely going to become a villain.”

[Bakugou refuses to join the villains] “well whatever, he’s still a jerk, just look at how he can’t even work together with others and refuses to help anyone.”

[Bakugou learns to Win and Save, and unlocks the Power of Teamwork] “well whatever, he still doesn’t care about anyone else. look at how he’s still an asshole to Deku even now.”

[Bakugou starts helping Deku train and learn how to control OFA] “whatever, that’s literally the bare minimum, there’s still no proof that he even cares about him.”

[Bakugou literally takes a life-threatening blow to save Deku] “whatever, it’s like he said, his body moved on its own so there’s still no proof he really cares.”

[Bakugou wakes up from a two-day coma, immediately asks about Deku’s health, and rushes to his bedside] “whatever, I don’t know why everyone is making such a fuss over it, he hasn’t even apologized to him yet.”

and so on and so forth. and I guarantee that once he finally does apologize, it will then shift to “well why couldn’t he just have done that in the first place.” but you get my point.

basically, there are certain characters whose redemption arcs fandom will actively continue to deny no matter what. Bakugou is one of those characters, and so is Endeavor. and I’m not saying that in order to call those people out, because everyone has their own boundaries of forgiveness, and I don’t have the right to dictate anyone else’s, just like they don’t have the right to dictate mine. everyone has their own line, and where it’s drawn is different for each person. like for me, the one particular character who can fuck off for all eternity as far as I’m concerned is Overhaul (although I admit I am still curious to see what Horikoshi has planned for him post-prison break in spite of all that). and there are a lot of other people for whom Endeavor crosses their own personal line. and you know what, that’s fine.

but here’s the thing -- if you actually want to debate his redemption arc with people, you should be willing to do so in good faith. meaning that if you really do think Endeavor is unforgiveable (and I’m speaking now in general terms, not addressing you specifically anon), just go ahead and say so! but don’t come up with an arbitrary list of criteria that he needs to meet in order to qualify for redemption, only to keep on adding more and more items to the list. and most importantly, don’t assume that your criteria are the only valid criteria and that you can speak for everyone else. and especially don’t act like you have a right to go around slapping people with labels like “abuse apologist” just because they don’t share the same opinions as you about a fictional character.

anyway! so as usual, a post that I originally meant to be only a few paragraphs long turned out to be a whole damn essay, I apologize. but anyways anon, basically I share the same opinion as you as far as the mindset that Endeavor needs to have for his atonement (i.e. that it’s not about him). however, I think he’s made more progress than this ask gives him credit for, and I don’t think any of it has been fake. that being said, it’s still a process, and his biggest tests are yet to come. whatever ends up happening, I hope the outcome ends up being one that the rest of his family can find peace with.

#endeavor #bakugou katsuki #'makeste why is the bakugou tag there this is supposed to be a meta about endeavor' yes; well; uh; you see; er...#anyways #bnha meta #endeavor meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks

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ixellent · 4 years ago

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So in case you’re not on twitter a bunch of artists recently announced they were working with an “eco friendly” NFT company and the reactions were mixed but I wanted to put a few simple notes without even talking about the environmental impact of NFTs as a whole, like let’s just skip the whole discussion of that part for a second. It’s not that I don’t think it’s important, but it’s a little bit of a distraction on this issue because people can split hairs and pull statistics over the cost of NFT vs carbon offsetting vs how much electricity we waste vs big corporations all day. This is probably not going to be how we finally pass legislation to stop pollution and save the planet, so let’s just put a pin in that aspect and talk about ethically what’s going on.

1) Money Laundering A lot of artists were interested in NFT because they saw how much money people were allegedly making, right? We want that money, we feel that art is underpriced, undercut, underappreciated, it sucks out there! But! Why does NFT go for so much? Because it’s certified authentic ownership of digital art or whatever? We have been able to do this with digital files for a long time, quickly and easily, it’s called DRM. "Authenticity” and “owning an original” was never the reason. This has been happening in the fine art community for decades. (Rich) People use art to launder money because they can buy it for some amount of money*, insure it for even more money, have it valued at more money, and sell it to other people for obscene money and that’s a lot easier to explain than randomly paying someone thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars for doing you a favor. It also effectively “hides” money the same way real estate can. It doesn’t mean it’s easy but it’s a loophole to avoid taxes and the IRS and makes your money look more “legitimate” on paper because less of your assets are liquid, they can still “appreciate” because the object of value the money is tied to can be subjectively desirable as to make it “worth” whatever you want. * Art CAN be somewhat objectively valued by experts and historians, kind of like how comics or Magic cards can be valued, but it is a unique good in that people can decide its value based on literally whatever they want, which is to say, nothing at all. And you can be like “Well what about LEGITIMATE art sales!” I don’t know how to explain to you that most art isn’t going to suddenly be worth thousands of more dollars overnight legitimately. Like aren’t people suspicious of the fact that people would suddenly be paying a lot of money for wafer-thin ownership of an image they made? You can be like “idc where the money comes from” I guess, but then you’re probably not concerned about the issue of unregulated markets in the first place lol. Here’s some articles: https://www.natlawreview.com/article/art-and-money-laundering - This one does a great job explaining how private art sales and real estate manage this and what they’ve been trying to do to stymie it, as well as making it obvious how NFT sales are exactly the same as the warehouses people keep art in lol https://www.artandobject.com/news/how-money-laundering-works-art-world - this talks a bit about the big famous warehouse https://www.cnn.com/2020/07/29/business/art-money-laundering-sanctions-senate/index.html - I know it’s CNN but it talks a little about the red tape that allegedly exists and where it doesn’t https://news.artnet.com/market/think-artists-are-getting-rich-off-nfts-think-again-1962752 - your art isn’t worth thousands overnight lol

2) Artificial Scarcity So this is one of those things that people can come down a few different ways on. In the last few decades of The Internet, you’ll have some people who believe in a free and open internet and exchange of ideas and media, while other people want to keep ownership of the things they create and protect that ownership, and if you ask me, neither of them are wrong exactly! But that doesn’t matter because when we “mint NFTs” for art, it is artificial scarcity, because with a digital copy of work, you can redistribute, copy, paste, screenshot it as much as you want for personal use. It’s not illegal until you try to sell copies of things you DIDN’T create (and as we’ve seen with some vehement NFT benefiters, the lines for fair use, parody, and ownership are being ground into dust in order to make a buck), and it’s certainly frowned upon to repost or share it without permission. But NFTs create limited “certified original copies” or “ownership” of an image for no reason other than to give people a reason to inflate its value (see money laundering above). As a digital artist, I’m not saying I think my art is less valuable because it’s digital, but I can create infinite copies of it - the file itself is worth virtually nothing but the demand for the labor it took to create it. A limited physical run of prints of digital art has ACTUAL scarcity because it may not be printed again, or might not be printed in that way, so the price can be set by demand/by the market! There are physical costs of materials, shipping etc. The physical cost of digital goods is measurable but not as easily because of the myriad of ways it is produced. My digital commissioners actually pay for the service of art rather than a physical good, and my freelance clients pay for the RIGHT to use an image as well as my labor, because there is no scarcity of digital materials themselves. This is not to say digital art does not need preservation at some point, or that it is a zero-cost-to-produce situation, but I hope you can see why limiting certificates of ownership of a digital file in this way to do art sales is suspicious and kind of weird. We have had secure methods of demonstrating creation and ownership of a digital file for a long time if we really wanted it to be about “ownership” but it wouldn’t stop people just screenshotting all the same. That’s why so many artists will offer the option to pay for ACCESS to the files and we still depend largely on the honor system! As they’ve been saying with piracy all these years, anyone who was going to pay for it would have, and all we can do is give people convenient, accessible ways to get the content they want to try and prevent them from stealing it, and some people always will because they think it should all be free. (And I’m not here to pass judgement on that! I’ve been on the internet a long time lol.) I just wanted to get this out because people got so up in arms about the ecological impact of NFTs (and rightly in a lot of ways! Sure!) and missed the part where the fine art business is MONEY LAUNDERING. Also idk but the fact that all the NFT stuff can literally just shut down and be gone forever isn’t really secure finances. You can tell me that it’s spread out on a bunch of computers so it doesn’t just disappear when one goes down, but it doesn’t appear to be so seamless in practice, and like all currency, we have to agree collectively that it’s worth something for it to be worth anything. https://www.businessinsider.com/what-happens-to-digital-art-nft-servers-shut-down-2021-3

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guked · 5 years ago

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KISS THE GIRL, 02. M

“kiss you? i wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last woman on earth—or even if my life depended on it!”

or...

after saving a human prince from being drowned by the sea witch, you’re cursed by that infamous witch to live out the rest of your days as a human—unless you can manage to get true love’s kiss from that very same prince.

which would be a simple task, had he not hated you the moment you met.

pairing. jungkook x (f) reader | word count. 4,782 genre. mermaid au. angst. fluff. smut.

tags. mermaid reader, prince jungkook, sea witch taehyung, merman hoseok, enchantments, magic, curses, teasing, sexual content, masturbation, daydream, making out, thigh riding, enemies to lovers, infidelity.

notes. inspired by the little mermaid.

01. 02. | ongoing.

➝ TWISTED TALES: A DISNEY COLLECTION.

You enjoyed playing with the foamy bubbles in the large bath that Miyoung had prepared for you, even letting her wash and brush your hair for you. You suspected it must have been odd for her, but you had absolutely no interest in covering up your body from anyone’s eyes—though you did wonder about the new anatomy of your body.

Especially the thing between your two legs. When you thought of how much you missed Hoseok, it felt strange. You didn’t know if that was normal. And you hated yourself for how it felt the same way when you thought of Jungkook, too. You guessed it must be normal, but you also supposed that it would be too weird to ask one of the humans about it, so you resolved to figure it out yourself later.

For now, you frolicked about in your new room, a clean and lengthy dress fitted around your frame. You cocked your head at yourself in the long mirror, proud at yourself for being able to remain steady on your feet now.

There was a knock on the door of your room. You cleared your throat, a slight tickle in the back of it; you must be catching something from your unfamiliar surroundings. You turned toward the door, letting a smile form on your lips.

“Come in,” you called softly.

The door opened and Miyoung peeked her head slightly into the room, returning your smile. “It’s time to eat, my dear,” she said. You couldn’t help letting your smile grow, your stomach grumbling quietly. “I’ll escort you down to the dining hall.”

“Will Jungkook be joining me?” you asked curiously, slipping some of the shoes she’d given you earlier onto your feet. You curled your toes a bit, unused to the strange feelings. She’d given you flat shoes, as the two of you had discovered that your already precarious center of balance was made worse when you wore the same heeled shoes that other ladies you’d seen wore.

“You will be joining Prince Jungkook, yes,” she replied, a slightly chiding tone in her voice. You pretended to be embarrassed, fluttering your lashes innocently. So the rules up on land about titles and such remained the same as they did in Atlantica. You would file that away for later. “I am certain he is already seated and waiting for you.”

The two of you made your way down the hall and the wide staircase, Miyoung and yourself smiling widely at the lack of need for help. You still had to walk slowly down them for fear of falling onto your face, but now you didn’t need to grip anyone to walk along. As you neared the dining hall, you could hear many voices and laughter, along with faint clanging.

Miyoung gestured for you to go in and take a seat at the large table. You immediately spotted Jungkook among the many other people, his hand gripping a silver-colored tool that you’d seen before on your adventures into shipwrecks. He used the tool to put food into his mouth slowly, his eyes darting between the two people talking to him. He was seated at the head of the table and you spotted an empty seat beside him.

Many other humans were seated at the table, having their own conversations that you didn’t care to listen to. Seizing your chance, you walked swiftly over to Jungkook’s side and took the seat open next to him, not at the head of the table but right at the edge of the side. His gaze snapped over to you and he took in your much less disshelved appearance with an appreciative look.

Jungkook seemed to cut off the conversation he’d been in before, turning to face you completely. A servant placed a covered plate in front of you, lifting the top to reveal delicious smelling food underneath—you took in the scent, unused to it.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked you quietly.

You smiled and tried not to make it noticeable when you copied the way he held the tool in his hand, eyes darting around briefly before settling on his face.

“Yes, thank you,” you said. You batted your lashes at him. “I don’t know what would have become of me without your help, my prince.”

“Please,” he replied smoothly. “Make no mention of it. How could I leave a beautiful maiden like yourself all alone?”

You gripped the metal in your hand a little tighter, inclining your head as respectfully as you could. “You flatter me.”

There was a lull in conversation as Jungkook leaned back in his chair, eyes slowly drifting away from you as other people attempted to get his attention. You took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the people beside you to see how they used the sharper object to cut into the meat. You copied their motions, a little sloppier than them, and shoveled the hot food into your mouth. You tried not to show how affected you were, slowly eating whatever it was they had cooked.

After most of the people had finished and more food had been brought out—these having a particularly sweet taste that made you drool a bit—the conversations had lulled a bit. A butler had come to stand slightly behind Jungkook’s chair and glanced at you before leaning down a bit.

“Your Highness,” the old man said, a small smile on his face as Jungkook looked up at him questioningly. “Might I suggest a tour of the town for our lovely guest?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit and he turned to look at you. “Would that interest you?”

You nodded excitedly. “Yes, I would love to see everything in town. If it’s not a bother to you, of course—!”

He shook his head to stop you. “No, no, it would be my pleasure. Then, let us go tomorrow. It will be getting dark soon, and I would hate to rush you.”

You had to hold back the grumble. Another day to wait. “Of course,” you said pleasantly.

Jungkook stood from his seat and the others quickly got to their feet as well. You copied them, a little belatedly, but commended yourself on being able to stand on your feet without falling over. “If you’ll excuse me,” Jungkook told the guests clearly. “I’ll be retiring for the evening.”

Everyone bowed briefly and you did as well, looking up to watch him walk away from the table and out of the hall. He disappeared around the corner and everyone started their conversations back up. You couldn’t help but notice the new ease with which they held themselves, no longer putting on a show for royalty.

You slowly moved away from the table and walked out as well, looking around the castle as you made your way slowly to your room. Letting your fingertips graze the wooden tables and glass trinkets atop them, you sighed and took in the new sensations. Thoughts of Hoseok flitted to your mind and you sighed even deeper, wishing you had some way to send word that you were okay and working on getting back. You knew everyone must be worried for your safety.

If only you hadn’t gone out to the ships.

Somehow, you found yourself walking out into a courtyard of some kind. You peeked out and saw nobody around in the setting sky and empty yard. The grass was slightly damp. You walked out farther and found yourself at a shoreline, the vast ocean glittering back at you.

You slipped your shoes off and lifted the hem of your dress so that you could dip your feet into the cold water. You let your eyes flutter shut—you had missed the feel of the water on your skin. Your head tilted back slightly as you breathed in the fresh air, letting the water rolling over your feet soothe you. You could almost trick yourself into thinking you were a mermaid again, just taking in the surface air briefly before dipping back down into the depths of the ocean.

A frenzied bark and familiar voice startled you out of your imagination and you had barely managed to turn to face the source of the sounds before something hard barreled into you, knocking you down into the water. You let out a soft sound and caught yourself on your elbows, face buried in fabric and a heavy weight settling on top of you.

You blinked up at Jungkook, whose coat had been shed at some point, leaving him only in a loose white shirt that exposed more of his chest than you’d seen before.

He hurried to get off of you, but his little dog—you’d been reading a few of the books that you had found earlier after your bath to familiarize with the terms humans used— jumped around him, splashing the two of you with water. You couldn’t help but giggle as he tried to chastise the small creature.

Jungkook shifted slightly and you were suddenly very aware of the position the two of you were currently in. You looked up at him, startled, when you felt his thigh brush the skin of your own, the hem of your now drenched dress climbing higher than humans considered proper.

He didn’t seem to notice, still trying to get his pet to stop excitedly jumping on him so that he could move. Your cheeks felt warm and you bit the inside of your cheek, the thing between your legs throbbing. It was a very strange feeling. You found yourself hoping that he would move his thigh higher, closer to that place that was tingling.

“I’m sorry—” Jungkook started, a laugh in his voice, but he trailed off abruptly as he faced you, his nose nearly brushing yours. Your lips parted and you blinked up at him slowly, almost feeling an electricity charging between you. His dark eyes were wide as he stared down at you, his palms holding himself up on either side of your body, effectively keeping you trapped underneath him.

His eyes darted down to your lips and the sea witch’s cackling voice echoed in your head. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips, enjoying the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He kept his eyes on your ready lips and you started to lean up slowly, not wanting to startle him.

Kiss me, you urged silently. Please kiss me.

Jungkook shifted forward barely a centimeter, eyes half-lidded. You were afraid of even breathing wrong. You felt the barest brush of his lips against yours before he jerked back, falling back into the water in front of you. You waited for a few seconds before moving, but there was nothing.

You clucked your tongue quietly and tried to school your features into embarrassment when you looked at Jungkook. Lowering your legs into the water, you pushed yourself up so that you were in a seated position, staring at him and waiting for him to make a move.

He sputtered, cheeks pink, and hurried to his feet, splashing the water around him. Holding out a hand to you, he cleared his throat. You sighed and took his hand, letting him pull you up to your feet. “Sorry,” he repeated, voice much softer now. You strained to smile at him, trying not to let your frustrations get the better of you. Maybe the kiss had been too brief to be considered the type of kiss that would break the sea witch's curse.

“No, I'm sorry, Prince Jungkook,” you said, noticing that he kept his soft grip on your hand between the two of you. “I should have moved out of the way.”

He shook his head, droplets of water slipping from his red tipped hair onto his skin and traveling down in a way that was too tantalizing to ignore. You allowed your eyes to follow the drops of water as they trailed down his face to his neck and chest. You snapped your eyes back up to his face, embarrassed.

“Please, you're being too kind,” he told you gently. “I should have been watching where I was going.” Your strained smile softened into a real one and you shifted a bit, the fabric of your dress clinging to your skin uncomfortably. “What were you doing out here?”

Your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say to him. You couldn't exactly say you were homesick and that you were trying to feel closer to home under the sea.

“I like the water,” you told him hesitantly. “My home, it's... Like this place. Surrounded by the ocean. Even though the waves took down my ship, I still love the ocean.”

Jungkook's eyes were almost sparkling as he listened to you. “I see,” he said thoughtfully. “I love the water, too. There's just something very freeing about being in the open sea.” You nodded your head and then a silence engulfed the two of you. As if realizing that the two of you were just staring at one another, Jungkook cleared his throat and released your hand, stepping away from you to put room between the two of you. “Well, I'll let you get back. It wouldn't do to have you catch a cold.”

You smiled and nodded your head. You were feeling a little odd, especially your throat. “Thank you. Goodnight, Prince Jungkook.”

“Goodnight,” he returned softly. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

You turned away from him and started to get out of the water. Slipping your shoes back on, you allowed yourself to look over your shoulder to see him playing with Gureum in the shallow water. Hurrying inside, you winced as you dripped water everywhere and just hoped nobody would see you trudging along to your room.

Once you made it safely inside, you stripped your wet dress off along with the undergarments that Miyoung had dressed you in and threw them over the chair at the desk. You kicked your shoes off, too, and then dropped yourself onto the bed. You didn't bother wearing anything, even though you knew Miyoung had put some nightgowns in the dressers when she realized you had nothing with you.

The sheets felt nice and cool against your bare skin and you stretched out your body before slipping underneath the covers. Everything in the human world was so comfortable, you couldn't help but enjoy yourself even though you wished for nothing but to get back home.

There was a throb between your legs when you remembered how close you had been to going back home just now. You let yourself picture Jungkook's lips—even as your heart twinged—and guilt flooded your body. You squeezed your thighs shut when your imaginary Jungkook pressed his lips harshly against yours and pushed you down into the shallow water. His lips were hungry and soft on your mouth.

Squeezing felt good. With a start, you realized that one of your hands had found its way down between your thighs and you hesitantly pressed against it. You were surprised to find it slick and sticky, clearly not from the water you'd been sitting in.

With quickening breaths, you pictured that it was Jungkook's strong thigh pressing against you there instead of your fingers. You were almost panting now, the image in your mind vivid. His hands cupped your breasts and his thigh rubbed against that spot the way your palm was, pleasure shooting into your abdomen.

Jungkook's tongue licked your lips and then slipped into your mouth and one more rub had you feeling an ecstasy that you'd never felt before. Your mouth opened and a quiet moan slipped out, though your voice cracked. Your hips rocked up into your hand, chasing the feeling, and when it was over you found yourself sweaty and panting heavily.

You turned over to grab some of the tissues—at least, that's what you thought they were called—on the small piece of furniture beside the bed. You cleaned off the sticky stuff from your hand and then wiped yourself clean between your legs, surprised at whatever that wet stuff was. Did all humans feel that good with the thing down there? You threw the tissues away and then curled up under the covers, letting your heavy eyelids flutter shut and the sound of the waves outside lull you to sleep.

You woke up feeling refreshed and excited, even though your throat was tight and itchy. No amount of clearing it or coughing could get rid of the hoarseness of your voice, but you supposed it was some effect of being on land.

Once you had readied yourself, stepping into your flat shoes again, you rushed to the door and nearly ripped it open. You were going to get that kiss today. You were determined. After all, how hard could it be to enchant a human prince? He already seemed to be a bit taken with you, if the previous night had been any indication.

You nearly bumped right into said prince’s chest right outside of your doorway. You looked up with wide eyes, lips parting in surprise as Jungkook’s hands steadied you gently.

“Prince Jungkook!” you exclaimed, voice scratchy. You winced, a hand lifting up to lightly tough your throat.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Ah, good morning. How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine, thank you,” you replied, trying not to grimace this time at how your voice sounded. It was almost like it was gone. “And yourself?”

“Yes, I did as well,” he told you distractedly. “Are you feeling alright? You sound a bit under the weather.”

“Oh, yes, I’m fine!” you said. “I’m sure my voice will be back to normal by the end of the day.”

He nodded, though he didn’t seem to believe you completely. “It must be from the water last night.” Jungkook’s cheeks tinged pink and he cleared his throat, stepping a little bit away from you. You tried not to pout. “I do apologize for what happened.”

You waved him off. “It’s fine, please. Will we be going on our tour today?”

Jungkook smiled at you and then offered you his arm. You gladly took it, sidling up close to his side as he escorted you down the hall toward the stairs. “Yes, we’ll go after breakfast, if that’s fine with you.”

You silently appreciated his slow pace as the two of you descended the steps. “That sounds lovely. I almost couldn’t sleep from how excited I was to see the town.” A little lie wouldn’t hurt.

After a quick breakfast with a few other people—you still had no idea who they were, but since they seemed fancily dressed like Jungkook was, you assumed they were of similarly important status as him—the two of you made your way outside of the castle and into a carriage. You were surprised that Jungkook hadn’t brought his pet along with him, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed about it.

You were a bit surprised, however, when Jungkook waved away the man who was going to come with the two of you and opted to navigate himself. He took the straps of the creatures that pulled the carriage and snapped them gently, the two animals beginning a slow walk. You spent the first few moments of the ride gripping the cushions underneath you until you got used to it and relaxed.

Jungkook had relaxed as well, shedding his jacket and remaining in only a loose white shirt tucked into his pants. You allowed your eyes to take in his form discreetly, appreciating his looks.

Once the two of you were in a much more populated area, Jungkook stopped the carriage and hopped out of it, offering you his hand and helping you out as well. Curiously, he held your hand for a few beats longer than what was proper and you gave him a look, letting a small smirk find its way to your lips.

He dropped your hand as if it had started to burn him and then pointed toward one of the stands. You wanted to chuckle at his embarrassment, but said nothing of it as you followed him.

Jungkook bought a delicious smelling food from the stand and handed you one with a tissue of some kind—it was rougher than the ones on the stand by your bed. You cocked your head and tried to discreetly observe him as he ate and wiped his mouth and hands with the tissue. You copied his movements, but one bite of the sweet food had you nearly ravenous.

For all their poorer qualities, one thing humans had mastered was the art of food.

You would never be able to have something like this once you were back home. You ate up everything that Jungkook bought for you, using his coins to trade. He seemed to find how you reacted to the different food amusing.

You spotted a man strumming an instrument and you perked up, eyes widening. His music was beautiful. Jungkook stood beside you, listening along with you and smiling softly. The idea came to you unbidden, prompting you to grab his hand and tug him toward the musician.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked you quickly, trying to stop you.

He was no match for your determination. You turned to face him and held his hands in yours. “Dance with me!” you said, ignoring how softly your voice came out—you could barely hear it.

With a sigh, Jungkook relented and helped you move along with him to the upbeat strum of strings. Seeing the two of you smiling and twirling around, the musician changed his song to a much slower one, clearly meant for lovers. You internally thanked the human man as Jungkook pulled you in close, one of his hands falling to rest on your hip. His other hand shifted yours to rest in his gently and you placed your free hand on his shoulder.

“How are you enjoying our little town, so far?” the human prince asked you.

“It’s quite the beauty,” you replied softly, wishing your voice would come back. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

At your words, Jungkook tilted his head to the side curiously. “You’re so strange. I wonder what it’s like where you come from.”

You didn’t reply, smiling nervously at him instead. He swayed the both of you along for a few more moments of silence, the sounds of the market and music filling your ears. You listened to the indistinguishable voices of the humans around you, but you kept your eyes on Jungkook’s. He was staring at you oddly, unlike he had before. It reminded you of the way he looked at you when he was on top of you in the water, lips almost touching yours.

You clenched your thighs, tingling all over.

The song came to a beautiful end and the two of you slowed to a stop, moving away from one another only at the small applause of the few people that had stopped to watch you and listen to the music. Jungkook released you completely with a sheepish smile and walked over to the musician, dropping a few of his pretty coins into the hat beside the man.

“Let’s get going, shall we?” Jungkook said when he returned to you, offering you his arm.

You gladly took it, nodding your head. He showed you a few more places in the market, mostly shops with clothes and other things, like things called books. You had asked a multitude of questions, not caring how strange or suspicious they might sound; those things and water did not mix well, so there were no such things in Atlantica. You wanted to learn all you could, even as you tried to get home.

Eventually, Jungkook led you to a small boat in a lagoon. You perked up with happiness, missing the water immensely. He paid the man with the boats, ignoring the color flushing on Jungkook’s cheeks and neck when the man called you ‘lovers.’

You climbed into the boat before Jungkook, and he settled on the opposite side of you, taking the wooden things on either side and pushing them in circular movements to glide you farther into the water. You looked around at the beautiful scenery, taking it all in.

“Do you often come here?” you asked as loudly as you could with your broken voice, the sounds of the water calming and familiar.

Jungkook slowed his movements as the two of you neared more beautiful areas, letting the boat glide along the water’s surface naturally. “Not to this lagoon, but I love the ocean.”

You perked up. “You do?”

He nodded, meeting your eyes. “I do. I love the freedom of being at sea. Never knowing what you’ll encounter and facing your fears. Being in the ocean lets me forget my worries and just be me, for a time.”

“Wow,” you breathed. “That’s a very beautiful thought.” You paused, remembering the sea witch dragging him through the depths. “But aren’t you afraid of the danger of it?”

Jungkook hummed, letting the silence settle for a few moments. The boat floated along by colorful and beautiful flowers, lilypads, and trees with vines dipping into the water. It was almost the perfect view, illuminating the human prince in an ethereal way, as if he was more than human.

“I suppose,” he finally answered. “I actually had quite the misfortune strike me a few days ago. Our ship caught aflame and we had to abandon it—we had been fishing for something in particular.” His eye had a strange glint, but he didn’t go into detail about what it was they were looking for. “I nearly drowned.”

You swallowed, suddenly nervous as he peered into your face. For a moment, you could almost swear he would recognize you. “What happened?” you asked quietly, unable to help yourself.

“Someone saved me,” Jungkook said wistfully, though his eyes narrowed at you. “Whoever she was, I owe her my life. My friend called me a fool, saying no woman had been in my vicinity when they’d found me on the shore, but I know she’s real.”

You fidgeted with your hands. The atmosphere around the two of you was suddenly heavy with something that you could almost taste. “I’m sure she’s happy that she was able to help you.”

Jungkook nodded his head absentmindedly. “Yes, surely. I just hope one day I’ll be able to thank her.”

Finally, his eyes trailed away from you to take in the view instead. You let out a small breath of relief. Then the boat shifted to the side slightly and you were startled, grabbing the sides as you almost fell in the water.

“Careful!” Jungkook called out, reaching for you and holding you by one arm. You smiled gratefully at him, but then the current jerked the boat again and you fell forward a bit, closer to the prince.

His eyes were trained on yours and then they flickered down to your lips. You swallowed and your heart started to beat harder. Jungkook leaned in closer to you, watching your parted lips as he moved. You could feel his breath on your face.

Jerking away, you cleared your throat and dislodged his hand from your arm. Sitting back properly in your spot, you could feel your neck and face growing hot with embarrassment.

“We should probably return, Prince Jungkook,” you mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.

He nodded his head at your words. “You’re right, they’ll be wondering what’s taking us so long.” He picked up the wooden things again and started to row the boat back to where you two had gotten on, his arms working and drawing your gaze to them.

When you stepped out of the boat, Jungkook stopped you from walking away with a hand on your wrist, holding you lightly. You whirled around to look at him, eyes wide. “Yes, Prince Jungkook?” you breathed, heart beating wildly in your chest.

The look on his face was hard to decipher. “Call me Jungkook,” he finally said, voice soft enough that you had to strain to hear him.

“Okay,” you replied, just as softly. “Let’s head back, Jungkook.”

The prince smiled sheepishly at you and nodded, releasing your wrist from his gentle hold and walking forward. Before you turned away from the water, you caught a glimpse of something shifting in it. You squinted and strained your eyes, wondering if your eyes were starting to play tricks on you.

Then you gasped when you saw what it had been.

Hoseok’s face just barely popping out of the surface of the water, peeking at you with an unreadable expression.

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tangent101 · 5 years ago

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Max vs. Rachel: worst friend ever

I recently came across an article where someone defended Rachel by bashing on Max and they actually brought up some valid points. But rather than stir up a hornet’s nest by trying to repost their argument, I figure I’d keep things over here instead and examine both girls.

One of the arguments about why Rachel is better than Max is that Max not only vanished from Chloe’s life soon after William’s funeral but didn’t get back in touch with Chloe until after Chloe nearly ran her over with her truck. Rachel was “with Chloe” at a point in Chloe’s life where Chloe was at her lowest and let’s be honest: Max wasn’t there. And we never truly know what happened to Max in those five years. We have hints but nothing concrete. Thus it’s up to the player to decide on Max’s motivations or reasons.

If we go for a fact-based game, here is what we know:

Max left Arcadia Bay five years ago with her parents, after William’s death.

Max has an unidentified disorder that has resulted in her having an Individualized Education Plan (IEP) and notes in her student file. (Do note, girls don’t usually get IEPs, so for Max to have one says this was something significant in her past.)

Max is not scientifically-minded or interested in medicine. She’s more into the arts and her grades are adequate... but her photography skills are why she is at Blackwell Academy.

Max actually knows what the medication in Joyce’s bathroom drawer is for and hopes Chloe doesn’t have to take this. Do note, Max doesn’t express an interest in science or medicine thus her knowing what a medication is says she has been exposed to it in some way in the past.

Max considers herself to be inadequate and doesn’t take the initiative unless other people push her. That said, when it comes to protecting and helping Chloe she actually starts taking the initiative for herself and growing as a woman.

This is what we know about Rachel:

Rachel was an important part of Chloe’s life to the point Chloe calls Rachel “her angel” and states outright that Rachel saved her life. It is implied this is an actual event that is not spoken of but could very well have been more psychological.

Rachel and Chloe were close, to the point that Chloe felt it was a betrayal of trust (to the level of being cheated upon) when she found hardcore evidence that Rachel had been sleeping with Frank Bowers.

Rachel was hiding an “intense” relationship (that was not with Frank) from Chloe and wrote Chloe a letter and left it in their hangout. The letter was crumpled up and thrown in a waste bin (that was otherwise not used) and it was strongly implied that Rachel wanted Chloe to find the letter. In the letter, Rachel outright stated that Chloe was jealous of Rachel flirting with other people (the whole “stink eye” comment in the letter).

Rachel very likely was in a relationship with her teacher, Mark Jefferson, to the point that a number of students believed it was sexual. This includes Victoria Chase who was trying for something similar, so it seems unlikely to just be sour grapes or trying to smear Rachel’s name.

Rachel still cared very much for Chloe, but Rachel had moved on. At the very least Rachel cheated on Chloe while concealing her infidelity with more than one partner. Rachel didn’t want to lose Chloe’s friendship but was not interested in anything more than friendship at this point.

This is just from the core Life is Strange itself. With Before the Storm the waters become muddier. You have Max and Chloe having texted and emailed initially and then Max, for some reason, stopped talking to Chloe. This honestly was handled poorly by Deck Nine, almost as if the writers wanted to deliberately break the relationship between Max and Chloe so that fans would be more invested in Deck Nine’s interpretation of Rachel. This behavior becomes even worse after you see the ending of Farewell with a tape to Chloe that I have to suspect Chloe listened to until it finally broke.

Similarly, Rachel herself started out as a manipulative ambiguous character who did some unethical things. One thing that she does in-game if you chose to have Chloe offer Victoria well-wishes for the play is drug Victoria’s tea which, given we see Victoria taking a couple relaxants due to being anxious before the play’s start, means Victoria suffered a drug overdose and then was ignored while Rachel steps in and “saves the day” while at the same time refusing to listen to Chloe insisting she didn’t want to be in the play and giving her no choice at all.

In fact, Before the Storm frequently robs Chloe of her agency. She cannot refuse Rachel in every major decision. She can’t say “no” to the two-truths-and-a-lie game. She can’t refuse to jump off the train (and is pushed off the train - not a safe thing to do to her!) and has to help Rachel rob the couple of their wine. She has to do the play, she has to get money for Rachel to run away, she has to basically do event after event. Now, there were a couple instances of this in the first Life is Strange (like having to search for beer bottles) but after that Chloe gives agency to Max (telling Chloe where to shoot). Even when Max is taped up by Mark Jefferson, she still has agency and her own actions to free her leg is the only reason that David Madsen is able to stop Mark Jefferson.

Unfortunately, Before the Storm falls off the rails the moment Damon Merrick shows up in the junkyard to stab Rachel. Rachel vanishes from the game as an active part, Chloe is forced to become a potential felon to find information Rachel wanted despite the fact Rachel could have used this same combination to have broken into her father’s office herself once she was out of the hospital, and the ending is a twisted mess of stupidity, white knighting from NPCs, and a “twist end” that pissed off the entire fandom.

The irony is that Chloe in Life is Strange keeps comparing Max to Rachel. But when you talk to Joyce, Joyce suggests the opposite was true: Chloe was constantly talking about Max to Rachel. Now, Joyce may have been lying through her teeth. This is a woman who allowed her daughter to be abused for years so she’d not be alone... and who within two months of William’s death was flirting with some strange guy at the diner she works at and left a very flirtatious note (to the point that Max, dear wallflower “I don’t want to make waves” Max, said “she might as well proposed to him.” Max knew when William died. She saw the date of the receipt so... yeah). It is entirely possible that Joyce said “Chloe was talking about you always” to try and convince Max to stay and help “calm Chloe down” (while knowing she could easily shut Max up if Max got uppity about the abuse because Max doesn’t like to make waves).

One other thing to realize about Max is this: Max is only as manipulative as you, the player, make her out to be. (Similarly, Chloe can be a nice, snarky but otherwise polite girl to nearly everyone in BtS... or be quite unpleasant to folk.) But even at her most manipulative, she only Rewinds a conversation with Chloe a couple of times - one to make Chloe feel better about Max’s life in Seattle, and those times she is trying to save Chloe’s life and needs to choose a specific option (or even to keep her from killing Frank). In short, Max doesn’t lie to Chloe or manipulate her to fall in love with her, she treats Chloe with respect and as an intelligent young woman.

With Rachel? In BtS she is manipulative and refuses to take “no” for an answer while keeping her own cards close to her vest. I actually like Rachel in the original LiS better, seeing that we had a young woman depicted who obviously cared for Chloe and was trying to avoid hurting Chloe even as she was having relationships with other people.

Personally, I don’t find either to be a “worst friend ever.” Max wasn’t there for Chloe when Chloe really needed someone... but Rachel was. Rachel helped Chloe in a number of ways even as she apparently also enabled some of Chloe’s more antisocial tendencies. And while Max dragged her heels on getting back in touch with Chloe when she returned to Blackwell, when push came to shove she moved Heaven and Earth to try and protect Chloe and help Chloe find the truth about Rachel.

Nor did Rachel “deserve” to die, and anyone who suggests that should step back and take a long look at why they think that way.

But if Rachel had lived? Then I honestly think Chloe and her would have broken up. Rachel had moved on. She had things she wanted to do, places she wanted to be, and Chloe was too scared to leave Arcadia Bay (and leave her mother alone with Chloe’s abuser). I have to think Rachel would have done her best to stay as friends with Chloe... and who knows? Maybe she would have been good friends with Max. And when Max returned, it may very well be Max who fixed the rift that might have grown between the two so they could be friends again at the very least. Because that’s a very Max sort of thing to do.

#lis #life is strange #max caulfield #chloe price #rachel amber #life is strange: before the storm #life is strange: farewell #lis: before the storm #lis: bts #lis: farewell #william price #joyce price #david madsen #frank bowers #mark jefferson #victoria chase #arcadia bay #my posts

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contemplatingoutlander · 6 years ago

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This post was submitted by “Damage.”

Do you think Cait has grounds for and can sue for character assassination all these bloggers that constantly post such hateful and derogatory rants about her and her and Tony? The level of hate is astonishing and alarming. Their blogs are easily reachable using Google with Cait’s name allowing anyone to read their disparaging posts and they also lash out on Cait’s SM accounts.

I read this and I can’t believe so many are free to actively trying to damage and ruin someone’s reputation and nothing can be done to the perpetrators.

This is from ____ who is furious for being mislead by the photo which turned out to be Glasgow rather than Dublin. She called and continues to call Cait the most vile names you can imagine and this is her latest:

[Note from CO: ”Damage” goes on to quote this blogger and to provide a link but I’d rather not repost this sort of hate. Suffice it to say the quoted blogger repeats all the old conspiracy stuff about the “fake engagement” and wonders if Cait is going to fake a marriage and a child.]

contemplatingoutlander responds: Thanks for sharing your thoughts “Damage.”

I’m not a lawyer but I understand that for a variety of reasons it is difficult for celebrities to win libel suits and they usually go after the press, not fans. But in an article in Ranker by Jacob Shelton, it seems that more and more celebrities are taking legal action.

“In this day and age, with phone records, endless email chains, and people who save three gigs worth of text messages, if you’re going to say something mean about a celebrity, it better be true. Celebrity lawsuits aren’t anything new, but they seem to have been happening more frequently in the last 20 years. The most prevalent cases happen when a celebrity feels like they’ve been slandered – be it by the press, by another celebrity, or just some guy on Twitter. Slander is serious business: If enough people believe a lie about you it can be perceived as real and in the entertainment biz, perception is reality. Here’s a list of celebrities who were slandered, and celebrities who sued.”

The author of the article sites a case involving James Woods that seems relevant to this discussion:

“In what is surprisingly the first Twitter defamation lawsuit, James Woods took action to sue Twitter user @abelisted for calling Woods a “cocaine addict.” The actor admitted that he didn’t know who Abe List was, but he still filed a lawsuit against the anonymous Twitter user for 10 million big ones.”

According to a 07.19.17 article about Woods by Eriq Gardner in The Hollywood Reporter, the libel occurred in response “to Woods’ conservative politics”:

“In filing the lawsuit, Woods wanted to send a message. ‘AL, and anyone else using social media to propagate lies and do harm, should take note,’ stated the complaint handled by Michael Weinsten at Lavely & Singer. ‘They are not impervious to the law.’”

The article goes on to say that Woods eventually dropped the suit after the person who made the tweet died (but there also appears to have been a financial settlement and a letter of apology from the person).

So are Sam or Cait going to sue fans for libel for spreading rumors about the “fake engagement” and “secret marriage” and “children”? I doubt it but it doesn’t mean that people shouldn’t be careful about what they put out on social media. Unless you are 100% sure of what you believe (and basing accusations on fuzzy receipts and dubious sources is far from solid evidence) one might want to qualify statements that could be damaging to a celebrity.

And BTW a non-celebrity like Tony would have a much easier time winning a suit if he chose to take legal action. The statements some of the SamCait conspiracy theorists (CTs) have made about his sexuality are simply not true (see POST). Furthermore, as far as I know, Tony is NOT Cait’s PA. It’s not okay to claim he is or to spread rumors about his businesses unless you are 100% sure of what you are saying.

In conclusion, even though a lawsuit for libel is highly unlikely, given the dubious sources and ambiguous or bogus receipts the SamCait CTs base their hateful claims on, it might be prudent for them to rethink and modify what they are saying about Tony, Sam’s former SOs, and Cait and Sam on public social media. JMHO

#outlander fandom drama #libel #celebrities #samcait #submission

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samkat10423 · 6 years ago

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Hills Science Diet - Important Info

Hills Science Diet Food!!! Any of you pet owners who give your pets this food. please read this. It might save your pet's life.

Years ago, I lost a little cat, thanks to another uncaring pet food company. It was Menufoods in Canada. They knew for months that their product was killing animals, and they didn't do a damn thing to warn pet owners. There was - eventually - a class action lawsuit filed against them, and I was awarded some money. But no amount of money can ever erase the knowledge that I unknowingly killed my own pet by giving him food I believed was better for him. I paid extra, to buy him the "better" food, and it killed him. That was years ago, and I still feel guilty.

Kelly Bone

February 7 at 9:58 PM

I need you to all do me a favor. This is my little fur baby, Duncan. I am sure most of you have seen my posts that Duncan recently died, and I found out two days ago that the cause was that his food, z/d dry and wet dog food, had too much vitamin D in it and caused renal failure. I have spoken to Hills twice. They explained that they were using a 3rd party supplier who did not adequately test their product. When I asked “what quality controls does your company have to ensure the products you receive from suppliers meet quality standards”. The response was “we are putting those into place now. Well, Hills Nutrition....it is too late for my little Duncan. This is inexcusable.

Over the last 2 days there have now been over 4000 posts on the Hills Nutrition page of people indicating their dogs have died of the same symptoms over the past 90 days. Some cats as well. It doesn’t seem to matter if it is wet or dry dog food. Also, today alone I have received two phone calls from a neighbor and a friend indicating their dogs had the same symptoms and died and were using the same dog.

My ask is this......if you love pets or someone you know does, please share this if you can. It may not have the share button, but you can cut and paste my message or do a screenshot and repost it on your page.

Do not be fooled if you use Hills Nutrition Food if it is not on the recall list. They do not check their suppliers work and have no quality controls. They do NOT deserve to be in business.

Also, a large corporate law firm in Chicago reached out to me two days ago and has started a class action suit. If you know of anyone impacted by this who is interested in joining it, have them contact me.

To add insult to injury, during my conversation with Hills they offered me coupons off of new food in the event I get a new dog. This company needs to be put out of business. Switch immediately to another dog food like Royal Canine or make your own food.

Duncan, Mommy loves you and I am so sorry I trusted this company. RIP my lov

#nonsims pet owners beware irresponsible pet food company

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It’s Good to Be Queen

TRIGGER WARNING: Attempted suicide, drugs, overdose

READ WITH CAUTION!!! Reblog, don’t repost, thank you.

Characters: Porter Gage, Fallout OC (Emily)

Premise: Porter has been noticing the the Overboss (Emily) has been acting strangely. For once, he isn’t ready for what she had planned.

Porter Gage was never the emotional type. Even when he was betrayed as a younger man by what’s-his-face “Harvester,” whatever his bullshit name was, he just wiped the blood from his lip and carried on. However, one thing that put Gage on edge was a feeling - and intuition you could call it. A feeling that something was just… wrong. And what felt wrong lately was the Overboss.

Gage and Overboss Emily had grown pretty damn close in her time here in Nuka-World. He dared to say that he cared for her, not that he’d ever fuckin’ tell anyone that. That’s weak. Something someone could use against him. Of course, he kept her safe while traveling and would definitely save her if she got kidnapped, but that was all good business for everyone here at Nuka-World, especially after Emily had taken down The Disciples. Bunch of rats. But the point was, he had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking and feeling just by her body language and speech. And it was rough lately.

Out on explorative trips, the Lady Overboss was more reckless than usual, pushier, and left many useful things behind. She didn’t take radiation medication before she swam or ate, and she never stayed hydrated in the deserts. For fuck’s sake, last week she walked right up to a big mama Deathclaw without even drawing a weapon first. Gage admits, he might’ve cussed Emily out for that one, but she needed to be more careful.

Now, they hadn’t gone out into the wastes in about four days, which was… Well, it was odd, to say the least. Overboss Emily always liked to go out, even to at least look at how the parks were doing or to gather Feverfew and visit Evan on the edge of the mountain range to chat. Damn guy was always so happy. He didn’t know how he felt about them being all close. But that didn’t mean anything right now. Apart from not going out in the wastes in four day, she hadn’t even left the Grille in the last two days. THAT was even more odd. Even when she was feeling down, Emily liked to at least go and visit Mags for girl talk or go see Mason for some crude jokes instead of secluding herself.

Gage sighed and downed the rest of his beer as he sat in Cappy’s Cafe, setting the bottle down and tapping the bar softly with his fingernail. Alright. That’s enough sitting around like a fuckin bum. He’s got to ask around for some clues about what might be going on without asking the Overboss directly. He didn’t want to get them angry.

The yellow-clothed cyclops threw a couple caps on the bar for the beer and walked out. Who first? He guesses Mags Black is a good a place as any, plus it was just closer. He’d have to pay up to get her to talk though. Damn Operators and their greed. Gage walked out of the loud bar and stretched before heading across the street to The Parlor, opening the door without even waiting for the goon at the door to pat him down. By now he knew he’d lose a hand if he tried.

“Hello, Gage. What do you want now?” Mags muttered as the man walked in, filing her nails in bored fashion. “Hope you brought my some caps as a gift.”

“Get off your damn high horse, Mags. I just came to ask ya somethin’,” Gage replied irritably. Mags chuckled at his anger.

“Your know information isn’t cheap. Who’s it about this time?” She smirked. Gage’s face didn’t soften an ounce.

“The Overboss,” he said firmly, making everyone in The Parlor look over curiously. Mags furrowed a brow.

“Interesting. I have many questions, but my primary one is… Why the hell can’t you just ask her yourself?” She smirked at the sudden anger in Gage’s eyes.

“Just fuckin’ talk to me, Mags. In private.”

“Hey-” William began.

“No,” interrupted Mags. “We’ll talk. But I expect caps next time you come by.”

The two walked to a back room and Mags shooed out the few Operators out before closing the door and lighting a cigarette, the glow illuminating her expressionless face.

“Now what the hell is it?” she asked.

“I just…” Gage rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “I wanna know if you and the Overboss have been talkin’ about anythin’... worrisome lately is all.”

“What do you count as worrisome?”

“...I dunno. Sounds fuckin’ stupid, but… Wantin’ to die, I guess. Not carin’ about livin’. Anything like that.” Mags swayed a bit as she took a drag off of her cigarette as she thought to herself, most likely trying to figure out how to phrase it.

“Let’s just say that she’s feeling… Alone.”

“I came here for important information and all you can fuckin’ tell me is that she feels alone? You know how fuckin’ stupid that is?” Gage mumbled angrily. Mags raised an eyebrow and stubbed her cigarette out on the thick metal rigging of Gage’s armor.

“Listen, I told you what I’m comfortable with telling you about confidential information. And more than that, I told you without incentive of money. I don’t need you drawing conclusions where none exist. You’re very good at that,” she said coldly. Then, without another word, Mags left the room and went back to the main room. Gage came out soon after and left, yelling “Thanks for fuckin’ nothin’!” behind him as he left.

Alone. Well, that wasn’t fair. Gage was almost always with Emily. She shouldn’t feel alone. Even if he wasn’t enough, she had Mags and William and Lizzie and Mason. Mason. Just who he didn’t feel like seeing today. But what other choice did he have right now?

Porter Gage made his way towards the market, then crossed over to The Nest in the old amphitheater. He could smell the fuckin’ slobs without even walking inside. His nose hairs damn near curled at the rough smell of piss, sex, booze, and drugs, but he knows Emily was pretty close to Mason, too. Then again, the Overboss could remember everybody’s name while Porter often forgot his own. Nonetheless, she liked coming here to chat with the Alpha, so it’s the best lead he had.

Porter ignored the lady at the gate as she muttered something crass at him about coming into the Nest unannounced, but he really didn’t give a flying fuck right now. The gross smells were making his beer-buzzed brain hurt and he still had that bad feeling in the pit of his stomach about the whole situation. Gage mosied up to the throne, watching the dog fight in the arena as if he thought it interesting. He wanted to seem as calm as possible. He needed real information this time. Yes. Even if it was from the damn furry.

Gage approached the Pack Alpha quietly and stood before him, waiting for Mason to acknowledge him, admittedly a bit impatiently. His steel-toed boot tapped on the concrete steps as he waited, Mason soon looking up with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I help you?” Mason muttered sarcastically. He could tell the one-eyed Co-Boss was nervous. Or impatient. The tapping foot, the crossed arms… Hell, when he spoke, it was a million miles an hour.

“Listen, Mason, I need to ask ya about the Overboss, I’m wo-... I need to see if she’s bein’ weird or not.”

“I’m pretty sure you were gonna say you were worried there, Gage.”

“Shut the fuck and tell me what I need to know.”

“I can do one or the other, ya fuckin’ prick. Besides, I don’t even know what you want me to tell you,” Mason said, fingers playing at his moustache.

“Just… Tell me if she’s been acting weird,” Gage practically begged.

“Now, now, Gage, this is awfully unlike you. You-”

Gage had had enough, grabbing Mason by his Yao Guai finger necklace and bashing him across the face with his fist, smearing the leader’s face paint and causing some blood to dribble out from his mouth. But the Alpha just smirked as The Pack stared, some drawing their guns. Mason waved his hand to signal for everyone to go back to their business before grabbing Porter by the armor and pulling him in close, his eyes and tone menacing.

“You fuckin’ try that again, and I’ll feed your dick to the dogs,” he threatened quietly before letting go. He seemed back to his old, immature self after that. “Listen, cyclops, I didn’t notice too much out of the ordinary. We always make really shitty jokes about each other and ourselves. It keeps our egos in check. All I can say is that maybe she went a little heavy on the self-deprecation and a little light on the Pack deprecation. But who am I to complain?” Gage was quiet, pondering. “Listen, kid. I know ya worry about everything and nothing and sometimes even people who might mean something to you. But she ain’t been actin’ weird. Maybe the Boss just ain’t been seein’ eye to eye with you lately, ya know?”

“How do you figure that?” Gage asked, kind of only half in the conversation.

“Well, you’re always quick to judge her actions. Hatin’ it when she’s nice to nobodies, slippin’ extra caps to the traders, and havin’ a beer on the job. But look at you. You’ve done all the same things, thinkin’ nobody notices. No one mows ya down for it either. But you’ve always got somethin’ to say to her when she does it.”

“The fuck are you tryin’ to tell me, Mason?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. I’m just sayin’ that maybe she needed a little space from her resident hypocrite. Take a break. Now if you go askin’ what I think you should do-”

“Which I’m not.”

“Yeah, but if you were, I’d tell you to go get some chems and chill the fuck out for a while. Alright?

“Eeyeah, whatever,” Gage muttered before turning heel and leaving the Nest, not even saying goodbye. He had too much on his mind.

Porter stopped and sat on a bench by the information terminals to think. Was he really that hypocritical? And what the hell was up with Emily being so damn gloomy to Mags and Mason? Why wasn’t she letting him, her main advisor, into her world? The man in yellow sighed and lifted his eye patch to rub both eyes as he thought to himself in the heat of the sun. Ugh. Maybe Mason was right. Maybe he just needed some chems to take the edge off. He put his eye patch on and walked into the market.

As he entered, there seemed to be a bit of a ruckus at Maddox’s stand, involving two Pack members. They were ranting and raving about something or other. He only caught bits as he approached. What he head mostly was bits of ‘What do you mean you’re out?!’ and ‘Do you know what happens when I don’t have my Psycho?!’ Gage paused as he connected the dots. Maddox, the chem dealer, who always had at least a fair amount of backstock, was completely out of Psycho, which has literally never happened before? Then, he got his explanation.

“Look, I’m sorry, I had a bunch this morning, but the Overboss came by and took everything I had! I can’t just make more appear out of thin air!” Maddox explained frantically.

Fast as lightning, Gage walked up and pushed both Pack members out of the way so he could speak with the trader.

“You said the Overboss bought all the Psycho? How much?”

“I… Why?” Maddox stammered.

“Answer the fucking question!”

“Uhh, s-something like 10 syringes, sir, why?”

Gage didn’t even reply. He ran out of the market, pushing people out the way, whether they were raiders, traders, or guests. He isn’t sure he had ever ran so fast in his goddamn life. And why? The dots connected. And he didn’t fucking like them one bit.

When Porter Gage finally got to the far end of the main park where Fizztop Grille resided, he let his facade of at least a small shred of calmness evaporate into pure terror. He frantically pushed on the elevator button, but nothing was happening. It was as if someone had cut the wire to the power. Muttering worriedly under his breath, Gage went through the doors instead and began climbing stairs. He fucking hated this. He fucking hated every single damn thing that was going on right now. The panic, the worry, the speculation, all of it. If he turned out being wrong, he swore he’d get so fucking drunk that he’d black out for the next goddamn week.

When Gage reached the top door that led to the Grille, he tried to open it, but it was stuck. No, that couldn’t be right, he just opened it this morning. Fuck. She locked it, didn’t she?

“Motherfucker… I ain’t got the hands for this shit…” the cyclops grumbled in frustration as he pulled out a screwdriver and bobby pin box. If Emily was okay, there would be a damn long talk about this shit.

He broke his first bobby pin just trying to get it in the lock and he swore gruffly. But, before he could try again, he forced himself to take a deep breath. ‘You may not have the hands for it,’ he told himself, ‘but you ain’t ever had someone worry you this much before. You can do it.’

Even with his, admittedly a bit embarrassing, peptalk, Gage still found the lock nearly unsurpassable. Three more bobby pins and still nothing even close to right.

“Alright, Gage,” he said aloud. “You’re gonna pick this lock or you’re gonna shoot your way in. You ain’t givin’ up on her.” His voice was insistent and persuasive, even to himself. His hands calmed and whether it was luck, some god, or something in the beer he had, he unlocked the door and ran inside.

His head whipped around like a dust storm as he looked for the Overboss. Where was she? Then Gage’s eyes locked onto a chair in the sun, a still and lifeless Overboss laying there, a sea of Psycho syringes at her feet.

“Boss…?” Gage said quietly as he approached. Nothing. “...Emily…?”

As the advisor drew nearer, he could see the effects of the Psycho. Though the Overboss was still and lifeless, Gage could see her heart pounding from the stimulant. She had veins popping out from their places and all of her muscles were tensed. What the fuck was he doing just standing there? Something. Something to calm the muscles down. Anything!

Unfortunately, Gage’s only inkling for trying was that he reckoned he couldn’t make it any worse at this point. He grabbed some Day Tripper and some Jet, forcing them into Emily’s system, praying to whatever the fuck was out there that it didn’t kill her. And if anything, Gage thought he would pass out from relief as he saw the Overboss’ heart and muscles calm. But this wasn’t his expertise anymore. He grabbed her and flung her over his shoulder, rushing back to the market, not giving one shit that she was heavy as hell.

Needless to say, everyone was a bit startled when Gage caved the door in with a single kick and ran over to Mackenzie Bridgeman’s stand with a near-dead-looking Overboss on his shoulder. He was sweaty, unkempt, and most of all, clearly worried. But right now, he didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone. Porter angrily brushed everything off the Doc’s table and laid Emily down.

“Ten Psycho, one Day Tripper, one Jet, now fucking FIX HER!” he commanded at the cowering woman. She looked hesitant, eyeing the other traders in the market, as if asking for their opinions.

“Sir, I-” she began.

“You say one damn thing not related to her and I’ll slit your fucking throat. I know you’re thinkin’ of stallin’ so she’ll die, but let’s get one thing straight. She dies, I’m gonna be the next Overboss. And let me tell you, if you think Colter was bad, I’d be ten times worse. Now. Do you want this death on your hands and have a fuckhole future, or would you rather just fuckin’ fix her and have a pretty damn alright life?” Gage didn’t even really understand the tyrade he went off of himself, but it sure as hell got Mackenzie moving into high gear. She found a few syringes she needed and quickly injected them.

“Th-There. I f-flushed her system and added a stabilizer. Sh-She might urinate because of the f-flush, but she’ll be okay. I promise!” Mackenzie stuttered and begged. She was surprised when Gage threw a bag at her… It was full of caps. More than what the procedure would have costed. But she wasn’t complaining.

Porter, on the other hand, said nothing. He picked Emily back up in his arms and carried her all the way back to the Grille as on-lookers gasped and whispered. His mind was on Mags and Mason. Sons of bitches. What had they not told him? Worse yet, how the fuck did they care so little as to not even suspect anything was wrong? He’d cut them both down some day. But for now, he had other business to attend to.

Back at the Grille, after Emily had had her “accident,” Gage changed her into some clean clothes in as gentlemanly a way as he could, then tucked her into bed. And then, he sat. He sat and waited. She had to wake up sometime. Mackenzie said she would. And if Mackenzie was lying, she wouldn’t see out the week. He made a promise on that.

Eventually though, minutes turned to hours and hours turned into a day and a half. A day and a half of sitting on his ass, waiting. Neither Mags and her crew nor Mason had even showed up to see about the mess of a show he had put on. It made Gage sick and angry. It was bullshit. Ugh. He had to get his mind off of this, even just a little. He knew Emily kept a book or two in her dresser in case she ever felt the need to read. Maybe that would help.

Gage stood from the bed and went to Emily’s dresser, digging around in the drawer neatly labeled “books”. At least her organization came with labels. But that’s when he found something… a bit off. A book bound in what seemed to be Gatorclaw skin. The cover said nothing, but a pencil marked a page. He opened it and saw it read a date. A diary? The Overboss had a fucking diary? Normally, he wouldn’t pry or poke around in this girly shit… but he needed to get to the bottom of this whole ordeal himself.

Gage took the diary and sat on the edge of the be there, consciously avoiding anything that wasn’t pertinent or that seemed a little too personal. But even with those stipulations, there was just so much… raw, rough material, many of the pages tear stained. When had she even written these? Gage could have sworn he always had an eye on the Overboss, but he guesses he was wrong.

Nearing the end of the written pages, the tear stains had disappeared. The writing was bland and calm. No explanation of feelings. Nothing except short passages of things like ‘I am a disgrace. I’m horrid. My family is dead. I should be dead. I hate myself and so does everyone else.’

Honestly, it scared Gage to death most when he came across a bi-columned list. One side was labeled “Live” and the other “Die”. The “Live” list was a fucking mess of scribbling out and circling and more crossing out. The “Die” list was pretty cut and dry. No real scribbling, except with spelling errors, which he would have found funny if it wasn’t in this context.

On the “Live” side, all that remained unscribbled were very silly things, like “Fancy Lad Snack Cakes”, “Dogs”, and “Haven’t killed 100 Gatorclaws yet”, as if it was even a possible goal, all the goods adding up to maybe 10. But on the “Die” side, it said things like “Family dead”, “Fat”, “Ugly”, “Worthless”, and other things like that. This side was ridiculously long.

One thing Gage noticed, though, was the smudge of new additions. The first five “Live” options had recently been crossed out with bold lines and the same writing was added to the bottom of the “Die” list, which when he read them, his blood turned cold.

It was them. Him, Mason, Mags, William, and Lizzie. The new additions. That made the “Die” list easily in the high 30’s. But Gage didn’t understand. Why were they on that side? He quickly flipped the page to look at the back side. For the first time in years, he felt a lump in his throat. ‘They’re raiders. They don’t give a fuck about me. I have reached the end of my usefulness to them. They don’t really like me at all.’

Porter closed the book slowly, his hands clammy and shaking lightly. The took a breath. Did Emily really think that? I mean, why else would she-

“Gage…?” A weak voice interrupted his thoughts. “Wh…at… are you doing… with my diary…?” Gage turned to see Emily’s eyes open weakly, the woman pale and looking hurt.

“O-Overboss… Are you okay?”

“I-” she stopped herself for a moment. “Uh… Yeah. Just went on a bit of a rush. That Psycho really knocks you out, huh?” Gage’s eyes went from worried to just plain angry.

“Goin’ on a rush doesn’t usually fuckin’ involve rushing ya to the doc for a flush and stabilizer,” he said, knuckles white from his grip on the book in his hands.

“I-I… I…” Emily couldn’t speak, and her stutters quickly digressed into shakey gasps and soon after, sobs.

Porter’s anger softened into pity and guilt as he watched her. The raider set down the diary on the edge of the bed and then moved to sit next to the woman. He was never good with emotions. At all. So he just lightly took her hand in his own and rubbed the back of it with his thumb.

All he could do was listen to Emily cry and ramble incoherently, trying to give his best encouragements, which sort of just amounted to ‘eeyeah’, ‘alright’, and ‘it’s okay’. He felt like a fucking idiot, not knowing what to say. But what he did gather from Emily’s ramblings was something along the lines of that she felt alone, unloved, lost, and hated herself. It was a lot more than that, but Gage honestly couldn’t keep track of it all, he was in such a daze yet. Soon though, he helped her sit up and he threw off his cage armor, hugging her just for a moment before softly taking her soft hands in his.

“Now, I know this ain’t gonna just solve all those problems, Boss, but I need ya to know that that ain’t the case. You ain’t ugly or worthless or useless. You’re beautiful as ya are, just like ya tell everybody else. And ya know what? The leaders and I? We ain’t even been happier than since you came around,” he explained, looking into her eyes… It felt like he was searching for something. Hope. A spark. Anything.

“B-Bu-But… All of you make fun of me and call me names and besides, I-I’m just some stupid pawn, right? I’m just some empty fucking figurehead,” she whimpered. Gage promptly shushed her and brought her head to lay on his chest.

“No, no no no, that ain’t true at all. I… I know Mason and Mags can be pretty cold, but they always mean well with you. Believe me, if they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t tease ya, they’d off ya. Trust me.”

“Well, maybe they should have-”

“Don’t you dare go sayin’ that. Ever. And right now I wanna apologize. I know I’ve been… critical of you. But it ain’t fair. You’ve been a great Boss, Emily, and I think I never realized how rough I was on ya,” Gage explained.

“I… Uh… I forgive you,” Emily said quietly, a soft blush creeping on her cheeks… He must have missed an important detail in the diary. “But… You know… I wasn’t so worried about you being hard on me… I… I, uh… Thought it was kind of cute…”

“Then why was I on that die list…?” he asked. He felt Emily’s face heat up on his chest.

“I was jealous… Of that girl you flirted with last week… I… like you a lot, Porter,” she mumbled quietly. “Fuck… Why did I say that…”

“Wait, hold on now, hold it… You wanted to die because I was too damn thick to see that you were fallin’ for me?” he said with squinted, confused eyes.

“I mean… One of a great many reasons. But yeah. I thought you would never want someone like me. So that’s why you were on the list.”

At that, Gage chuckled a bit sadly.

“Well… Overbo-... Emily… I like ya a lot, too. I just wish ya woulda said so sooner so we could have avoided this…” Just as he said this, there was a knock at the door, which was promptly busted in by the Pack Alpha, the three Operator leaders behind him.

“Alright, where the fuck is the Overboss? I just heard what happened and I had to kill someone for it and I’m fuckin’ done with this shit for today.” Mason looked over and saw Emily awake and walked over, pointing at her. “Alright. You listen here, missy. We’re all gonna have a fuckin’ talk.” Mags stepped up with William and Lizzie.

“Right here, right now,” the blonde leader added, lighting her cigarette. “You’ve put us through enough goddamn stress for one lifetime.” Mason butted in again like the Alpha he was.

“Next time ya start feelin’ like this, you’re gonna come right to me and we’re going to fuckin’ fix it!”

“HEY!” Gage yelled, still holding a scared and confused Overboss close. “All of you need to calm the fuck down, grab a chair, and start takin’ it like adults. We’re workin’ on this now, but we’re gonna act like adults. Right, Overboss?

Emily gulped softly. “Right.”

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