#I WANNA NAME IT DEO

[still-got-no-idea]

THERE'S A GLOW IN THE DARK PLUSHIE

LAUNCHING ON NOVEMBER 23RD?????

I WANT- I WANT REALLY BADLY PLEASE-

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[cokou]

I HAVE RETURNED ONCE AGAIN!!

first I wanna say congrats to my pookie for getting over 100 followers 😍😍 (im so late 🤭)

but my request today is strawhats x gn!reader (or any gender you like) and literally just random cuddling headcannonss- ngl ive been feeling lonely af and need 2 get 2gether (I should be going for therapy, but instead I sit in my room and simp for fictional anime boys that will never be real 😔😔)

-(ps; this was ashs1mps4ace ☺️)

Note ✉* ~ OMG TY SM FOR THE CONGRATS I LOVE YOU BB || Last fic of all before i go hiatus because I love this request and i should do it so i did!! 🥰🥰 || Do not translate, transfer, or reform, this is my only account (exp. Ao3), will not be cross posted anywhere. || 𖤐٭┆Masterlist

Summary* ~ Title itself, cuddling hcs! Warnings* ~ sweet cuddlings😋 || Genre* ~ SFW

ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ, ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ?

❝MONKEY D. LUFFY❞

•Honestly, he is such a silly boy. I just know that he would use his gum-gum fruit and wrap his arms around you more than 10 times!

•Coming in as number 2 for the most softest and most smooth skin ever, i mean he's basically rubber right? He would be very nice to cuddle with especially with him fruit. You could hug him tightly and you'll feel like you're hugging a piece of huge HUGE pillow.

•Did i mention that he laughs every 5 seconds of cuddling? Yeah, he would be laughing for an hour straight with his arms wrapped around you.

•He isn't the top fan of cuddles, but whenever you initiate it or maybe if he's feeling a bit under the weather he would make it as an exception.

❝RORONOA ZORO❞

•Said no the first time you had asked him if you two could cuddle. After you convinced him, he actually enjoyed most of it and would never admit that he did.

•Whenever you ask him he'd say, "Again with that stupid thing? Okay let's go." Would drag you to the bed and never let you go untill he's asleep or you need to go to the bathroom.

•His skin is fairly rough but also soft, his muscles could headlock you anytime and you're afraid of it happening. He squeezes you so tight and he thinks that he's doing it softly and that you were enjoying it, but reality is you cant even breathe with his arms around you.

•Falls asleep as soon as you land on the bed and snores so loud it deafens you.

❝NAMI❞

•She 100% initiated to hug and cuddle with you! Super sweet, super soft, super smooth, and smells amazing. You enjoy being in her arms everytime you get the chance, so you savor every second.

•Usually happens everytime she's irritated and wants to get off some steam and happens every night you two will be going to sleep.

•Arms so soft you fell asleep as soon as she wrapped her arms around you, and she smells so nice (money) that you always end up falling asleep on her arms and got her complaining that she cant feel anything other than a familiar static feeling in her arms.

•Although when you are the one who initiate it, there would absolutely be no problem at all, neither of you two turns down the offer of the endless soft cuddles!!

❝VINSMOKE SANJI❞

•HIS USUAL HEART EYES BABY!! Would 100000% initiate it and would NOT stop bothering you until you accept his offer, luckily it only takes you 1 time to actually accept his offer.

•He prepares the bed wayyy before he asks you, designs it with rose petals, scented candles, roses on the bed, the room smells like your favorite scent, and of course his cooking!!

•Once you two cuddle, he will never let go. His hug is suprisingly loose, to make you comfortable. He would offer you everything you need, foods, blankets, more pillows, you name it!

•He also smells like rose petals and little bit of deo (for hygiene ofc) and that makes it even more enjoyable in his arms!

❝USOPP❞

•... "Whats that?"

•Had to go on a full 1 hour explanation of what cuddling is and how it works to him. He listens so intense and he almost looks like a child missing the point of a lesson😭. He also bombards you with soooo much questions.

•But after all, he agrees to cuddle with you and you both enjoy the time being with each other. Also he doesn't know how to cuddle so you take in as the big spoon!

•Im sorry to say this but, i personally think he smells a bit like guava. It's not in a rude way but personally because they're sometimes so busy that they cant even take a bath, so cuddles with him are only happening after he takes a bath.

❝TONY TONY CHOPPER❞

• "Hehe, asking me to cuddle isn't gonna make me flattered!"

•THE SOFTEST OF EVERYONE, i mean he's a furball right? He feels like a cuddly bear and he doesn't like that. He thinks that it offends him whenever he gets called anything else other than a reindeer.

•Would only accept cuddles if you'd help him with his rumble balls making, Which you always do so it isn't that big of a problem. The only thing is that the ingredients are most definitely the hardest part.

•He smells like a newly bathed puppy in strawberry scented shampoo. He also falls asleep very fast in your arms and would deny that he enjoyed his time with you, he thinks you're very sweet and kind so he reluctantly agree (he'd refuse to everyone)!

❝NICO ROBIN❞

•You would be the first to initiate and she would accept without hesitation, so many reasons why. She thinks that you're the sweetest of every strawhat (besides chopper) and that you seem very delicate.

•Her hair smells like fresh flower scented shampoo and she is very soft, her arms gives you so much comfort and of course she uses her devil fruit whenever you two cuddle.

•Her devil fruit helps her big spoon you and gives you extra warmth in her arms that youll never forget, ever. She's also sometimes the one who initiates the cuddling session but mostly you.

•Cuddles happens regularly before sleep and waking up, with her beside you and arms on you, you take long before getting off the bed with her wince you wanna stay with her in that position forever. We love Robin!!

©Cokou 2024, all works belongs to me.

[bunny584]

For I Have Sinned ୨୧ Chapter III

“Abstain from sinful desires, which wage war against your soul.” 1 Peter 2:11

Priest Geto has unfaltering faith in his hands. They have traversed deadly straits. Blossomed gardens. Taken and given life.

Can he trust his hands to mold you for another man?

Pairing: Geto x Female reader

Art credit: Grartss on tumblr/insta

A/N: someone needs to peel me away from I wanna Be Yours x Artic Monkeys and the third scene. That song fits TOO perfectly to my ears. I hope this chapter edges you just as much as it did me.

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CHAPTER III: Courtside

Duchess, 

Allow me to apologize. It was inappropriate to end our session so abruptly. 

You have been on my mind. It will serve your marriage best for you and the Duke Ahriman to pursue individual counseling prior to pre-marital counseling. 

I cannot guide you to love one another, your hearts will make that determination. But I can help unravel your layers; to allow for independent growth. Having a strong sense of self, above all,  is paramount for successful matrimony.

Think on this proposal. If you both accept, we will proceed. 

Warmly, 

Suguru Geto

Suguru Geto. 

His name tastes just as rich as it reads. 

Elegant. 

Too ethereal to be bound by ink and manila paper.

A name like that is meant to be said out loud. Shouted from the mountain top. Meant to be worshipped. 

Praised. 

“Darling? Are you decent?” Ezra calls from the other side of your heavy chamber doors. 

You flicker down to your robe. Technically you aren’t. But your continued attempts to avoid your betrothed — conscious or not — remain futile. 

Especially, today. Your formal introduction to court. The future Duchess Ahriman. You will be fused to Ezra’s side for hours on end. Grateful to have been bestowed the honor. An honor you will spend your life upholding. 

Pro Deo et patria. 

For God and Country. 

“Yes, I’m decent.” Hoping whatever he needs can be addressed from behind your barrier. 

“May I, my love?” 

A bitter scoff glides down your throat, but your words seep sweet. “Yes of course!”

Arella, who is diligently arranging your formal attire on the golden rack, fetters over to welcome the Duke.

Instinctively, your hand tightens the silk knot as he steps into view in your mirror. Ezra’s emerald gaze is warmer than the Grecian sun. Excitement buzzing off of his boyish grin and short strides to your vanity. 

The Priest’s letter finds its away into your pocket, just as strong hands land on your shoulders. 

Ezra didn’t notice. And why would he? The letter isn’t illegal.

“How are you feeling?” Like plush Evergreens withstanding all seasons, Ezra peers into you and roots you in place.

He’s unwavering, your fiancé. He doesn’t yield so easily. 

“Are you ready for tonight?” 

“Not like I have a choice in the matter.” 

Almost instantly you regret the response. The Duke offers you a pained smile and tender kiss on the crown. 

A sudden gust of wind brings the bouquet of fresh Dahlias to everyone’s attention. Ezra rubs a soft petal between his fingers. 

“These are outstanding, darling. Who brought them to you?”

Before a half truth drips off your tongue, Arella speaks up, taking stride toward where you sit. 

“I picked them this morning. From the garden.”

She grazes over your empty, half parted mouth.  Planting her own kiss on your warm canvas.

“We should get ready for the ball, yes little Dove?” 

Ezra’s good natured laugh overflows. He raises both palms in feigned retreat.

“I suppose that is my queue. I’ll take my leave.” Your handsome fiance keeps his word. Shutting the heavy doors behind him. 

“Arella!” Your head whips around to face your beautiful handmaiden. 

She is swanlike. Coordinating the intimate pieces of your gown. Not another word on her lips but a whole diary on her face. 

“Why did you lie for me?” Your hands steady her busy ones. 

Arella’s voice is small enough to fit through the cracks in the walls. 

“My allegiance is to you and only you, little Dove.”

 · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · 

“Under His Eye, Father.”

“Under His Eye, Rhea.” 

“Blessed Be The Fruit, Father.”

Of course. The greeting used when women are trying for child, the handmaiden chose to use with him. Suguru offers a polite, but pointedly distant smile.

Since his arrival to the compound, there hasn’t been a shortage of high court handmaids and the women they tend to ‘greeting’ him in a similar way. 

Well within the unspoken rules of engagement, but a message served loud and clear. 

“May The Lord Open, Seren.”  Suguru returns the pleasantry as scripted. 

The pretty maiden smiles like a Cheshire kitten. Taking her position in line behind the clergymen. Suguru keeps his gaze ahead. Remaining neutral in the midst of hushed giggles and whispered praises. 

His index finger wires beneath the formal collar. Tonight is the first of a long line of celebrations he will have to stomach. 

A commemoration of a new contract between families. A new marriage of countries. A long awaited treaty as precarious as the peak of Mauna Kea. 

And as the appointed Chaplain he is tasked with praying over each event. Handing out blessings to the soon-to-be-wed and those that wish them no harm. 

He’s already exhausted.

The processional begins and all extraneous chatter settles to the ground. Just in time for you and the Duke to step into view. At the height of the sprawling staircase, there you stand. 

Regal. 

Breathtaking.

Not a single strand out of place. The rigid corset digs into the small of your waist — accenting the feminine swell of your hips. Sage satin drips off the rolls and hills of your mind-altering lines. 

Curve and dip. 

Curve and dip. 

Your figure could render the most veteran fishermen seasick. 

Then your eyes collide with his and Suguru nearly falls backward. Knocking more air out of his lungs than any sea storm ever has. Ten times more deadly than the waves he rode along Drake’s Passage.

The infamous strait holds legend amongst seamen, old and new. The lethal dance between the South Atlantic, Pacific and Southern oceans gives way to the notorious Ship’s Graveyard.

At 60 degrees south of the Equator, Suguru’s father tweaked his usual saying before he dove off their vessel. 

“Below 40, there are no laws. Below 50, there is no God. Don’t go trying to find One, Son.” 

Suguru strips his eyes away from you. Currently plunging well below 60 degrees south, he will drown in you if he keeps gawking up like that.

Focus, Suguru. 

Lines from tonight’s production begin circulating in the Chaplain’s mind. Every moment rehearsed down to the breath. The night is already stifling. And he still has to look you in the eye and bid you a lifetime of love and prosperity with Ezra Ahriman. 

He’ll have to repent for the lie tomorrow. 

Patent leather dress shoes echo a path into the ballroom. Suguru and the rest of the priesthood fall behind the last line of noblemen. His stomach suddenly plummets lower than its usual residence. 

Public speaking isn’t the issue. 

A room full of eyes trained on his every word has never shaken his nerves. 

The problem is the air around him suddenly deciding to shed its layers. 

Leaving one, thin strip of sustenance left for Suguru to breathe in. While he rehearses the lies he has to spew in front of a congregation. 

Half of which is so forbidden. Basking in the thrill of lusting after a “Man of God” bound by law — biblical and not — to remain pure in the face of temptation. It’s thrilling for that half of the congregation. 

Then there’s the other half.

Seeing him for the foreigner that he is. 

The other. A man with eyes more inclement than the worst of Heaven’s rainfall. Who bares tattoos of a past life. Acting as if that part of himself is so far lost at sea.

That half of the congregation is counting the seconds until Suguru can be properly burned at the stake. Words he reads directly from the Bible sound like lies to their ears. 

Which half of the congregation do you reside in?

“Father, I have a hard copy of your speech if you want it.” Noel whispers, just a few paces away from entering the ballroom.

And Suguru is so fond of the boy. The little brother he never got to grow up with.

“I think I have a handle on it, Noel. Thank you.” The Chaplain flashes a brief smile his way before taking in the last gust of oxygen. Praying that it gets him through the dreaded speech.

Violin notes reverberate in sync with Suguru’s footsteps toward the podium. You are somewhere behind him. Probably 20 paces or so. Polite about your wave. Genuine about your smile. Convincing the masses that you are one of them. 

The decades your home country spent in war with them mean nothing. 

Welcome home, Duchess.

Suguru’s deft fingers wrap around the microphone. 

“Welcome in.” He starts. It takes nothing for the room to come to an obedient silence. Listening intently. Taking in every word.

“Please, may the congregation rise? To give and receive blessings this evening.” Suguru prompts the room, a gentle up-flick of his wrist, raising all to their feet. 

“I’d happily kneel, Father.” A muffled comment from the pretty handmaiden that made a point to greet him a few moments earlier. 

Normally, Suguru wouldn’t entertain it. But something about this being his first formal engagement strips his usual restraint. 

“Such a dedicated servant of the Lord, Seren.”The Chaplain glances over to the blushing crowd of women at his right. 

Seren’s outburst crumbles to nothing under his pointed gaze. And a collective chuckle fills the room.

That should be enough to stifle any additional outbursts. 

Here he goes. 

“To the Duke Ahriman, and the Duchess-To-Be.” Suguru tilts his glass of water up at the noble pews — everyone else holding goblets of red wine.

Beauty and grace lock his eyes into place. Coaxing words out of his parched throat. He couldn’t deny you his voice if he wanted to.  

“I pray the Lord brings you unwavering love,” A lie whipped sweeter than cream rolls off his tongue. Suguru’s eyes float from you to the Duke. An eager smile on his face. 

But, what is the expression you’re currently wearing, Duchess?

Are you desperate to come up for air, too?

“A never ending fountain of peace.” Suguru continues to bless the ‘happy’ couple. With eyes that can see with inhuman clarity below the level of sea that receives penetrance from Helios.

The Midnight Zone may as well be daybreak to the Chaplain. And those same sharp eyes see something other than joy in your face. Something other than peace. 

But he continues his script, nonetheless. 

“An unconditional well of prosperity.” Suguru shamelessly sips from your tantalizing presence. If someone whispered to him that you two were the last beings on earth right now, he’d believe it without question. 

The finishing lines cause physical pain.

“And most importantly, to an Ahriman heir.” Suguru chokes out. “For God and Country.”

The room erupts in near uncontrollable cheer. 

“For God and Country!”

“For God and Country.” 

You mirror the Preist’s words and he memorizes every twitch in your lips. Every intonation of your voice is burned into the most permanent part of his mind.

Festivities flicker past Suguru’s short term memory. The night is a complete daze. Hundreds of courteous smiles. Dozens of handshakes. A handful of empathic stares and one all-consuming gaze that halts the Father in his tracks. 

How are you allowed to exist when lust is apparently a sin?

The answer to that never comes.

Boisterous music. Drunken celebration. Complete disinhibition comes in full force instead. 

Suguru wires around the women flinging themselves into his embrace. 

No matter the intention, he wants no part of it. In fact, if he could make it home to steal a few hours of uninterrupted sleep he would consider the night a roaring success. There’s no telling how many seconds, minutes, hours have passed since the start of the celebration. 

Not until his eyes find you swallowing more  than a mouthful of red wine at the edge of your seat. Avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room as if the clouds are your native home. 

“Blessed be the fruit, Duchess.” An inebriated noble nearly trips into your arms. 

You narrowly miss his impact. The flame in your campfire gaze ascends high enough to singe the crescent moon. 

“May the Lord open.” Each one of your words sharper than swords made of dragonstone. 

Suguru starts to make his way over to flailing man, to rip him away from you at the very least. 

But you are more skilled than he is in still waters. Beneath your fiancés nose and a host of prying eyes you find an exit to slip past. 

The Chaplain’s feet move before a knowing smile tugs on his lips. 

Suguru knows exactly where to find the woman who doesn’t want to be found. 

 · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · 

Saline seabreeze intertwines with your loose mane. Erupting goosebumps along your exposed décolletage. Expanding the lungs imprisoned by your steel-boned corset.

Breathe.

The moon is curved and high. Super-terrestrial hands knead the low tide crashing along the cliffside. 

To what end?

Your mind searches for a finish line to the marathon. Desperately seeking refuge from the journey with no endpoint. Traveling further than Pheidippides, who ran hundreds of miles from the battlefield to the citadel to deliver news of victory. 

All before dropping dead. 

A chuckle more bitter than the goblet of wine escapes you. 

You would travel further just to be home. Even if it meant instant death in return.  

“For God and Country.” Sharp words through terse lips. “For God and Country.” 

Thick, unforgiving fog fills your brain space. Heels echo through the chapel garden, pebbling the stone path to the rocky edge. Red wine powers your clumsy stumble. Chasing an ever elusive clarity. 

The marathon continues.

“What if…what if I don’t serve your God.” You hiss at the stars above. 

Resentment more potent on your tongue than the spirits you ingested tonight. Before rules of conduct blare through your drunken haze, rolls of sage satin fill your balmy fists and you take a seat on the ground. Legs dangling over the edge. Enticing the dangers below. 

“For God and — what if I think your God is deaf and dumb and…and—“

“And He loves you all the same, Duchess.”

Oh, that voice. 

That voice that smells like honey. And tastes like a dream. And sounds like lilac. 

No.

Violet. 

Like the eyes of its owner. 

“Suguru!! I-I mean Father. Shit. I’m sorry.” Bitter resentment is replaced with sour regret. 

Did you really need that last serving of truth elixir?

The Chaplain lets out a deep, velvet chuckle. It runs smooth along the curve of your flushed cheeks. He takes a seat on the ledge. A full hand width or two away and yet, his presence kisses you in the way sun rays do, when they tuck in for the night.

“You must think I’m a petulant woman, Father.”  Shockingly sober words, thanks to the company beside you. 

Another rich, truffle laugh. You cant help but notice his prominent Adams Apple gliding down the muscular column of his throat. 

“My name sounds like a ballad when you say it.” Irises softer than an oil painting cement you in place. 

“Please use it.”

Because it is, Father. 

His name is a ballad. A sonnet. A monologue in its own right.

A love letter. 

“And what of my name, Suguru? When will you use it?” 

Sobriety flutters away as quickly as it cloaked you in the first place. Cobalt winds lift the hem of your dress. A sheet of goosebumps along your bare thighs now on display. 

From the glacial breeze? The damp earth beneath you?

…Or is it the way the Chaplain’s Adam’s Apple and gaze descends?

“When I’ve earned it, Duchess.” 

Long, deft fingers reach over to re-drape the  satin over your knees. You swallow a gasp before it erupts. 

Of course he fixed your dress. It’s where your hem belongs. Especially around a man who has taken a vow of celibacy. 

No, no. 

Especially as a woman who is engaged. Spoken for. Under the God he serves and the law you abide by. 

“I trust you’ll have enough..” Suguru’s lips curl up at a thought reserved for himself only. 

And somehow, the perfectly centered dimple  on his appled left cheek comes to your attention for the first time. 

“Enough what?” You probe, sinking in the cavern you’ve discovered. 

“Conviction.” Volcanic eyes trail up to the moon. “To tell me the exact moment when I’ve earned the privilege.”

Suguru gives you ample space to bathe in him while he bathes in moonlight.

It’s uncanny. 

How the Priest exists in two different places at once. Down here, with you on the cliff edge. He’s tangible. Thick locks in a poetic cascade down his back. Limbs nearly twice as long as yours, beckoning creatures that only break the surface of Leviathan’s playground to wreak havoc. 

Sure, he’s down here. 

But he’s also up there. 

Somewhere in the ether. Traversing altitudes well above the average, simple minded being. High enough for the Gods to confess their sins. Because Suguru is the only one worthy enough to forgive them.  

“You’re staring, Duchess.” His voice holds a grin, and that grin has fingers. 

Cruel, torturous fingers that pet and stroke and tease your throbbing core until it’s plush. Your cunt is more intoxicated than you are.

“Eyesight is not a sin, Father.” You retort, crossing your legs before any more arousal leaks from your warm sex. Your gall entirely fueled by Arella’s quote imbedded in your mind. 

“Suguru.” The Priest corrects.  His sleek, jet black brow elevates. You must be an amusing drunk. 

“Suguru.” You acquiesce with a bashful nod. 

“So demanding.” 

He gifts you his left dimple once more. A feature that is rapidly soaring through your mind’s construct. Undoubtedly the only boyish thing about the stallion of a man next to you. 

Straight from Poseidon’s steed. 

“Very.” He agrees. “Only when the time calls for it.” 

And what time would that be?

“The Dahlias I sent, did you enjoy them?” Suguru deftly redirects the conversation like a captain navigating treacherous waters. As if he heard the blasphemous thoughts starting to brew. 

“They are gorgeous.” 

Stifling heat emanates from your cheeks. You were so fond of the bouquet that you felt compelled to lie to your betrothed about the source. 

“Good.” His eyes capture a moon ray and holds it hostage. 

“And the letter?”

“I loved it!” A slurred confession. “I’ve re-read it more times than I can count on my fingers and toes.” 

How does his laugh sprint down your spine the way that it does? 

Unraveling you bit, by bit. You would stay drunk and stupid if it meant you could keep drawing that addicting sound out of his full lips. 

“I was referencing the proposal in the letter, Duchess.” 

Suguru’s eyes drop to your bottom lip, now rolled under your teeth. Not even a second passes before he flickers back out to the sea. And you’re grateful for the privacy to darken like Pinot Noir on a corkscrew. Both hands cup your reddened cheeks. 

“Yes, of course.” You wave, a matter-of-fact, of course. 

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” 

That response draws something new from the enigmatic Priest. 

Raven locks lift off his back from the speed at which his gaze recoils back to you. Lightning strikes the volcanoes in his eyes. A clenched fist and tense arm drops between his legs. 

Is he…steadying himself?

You can’t quite name his expression.  Wine or not, you’ve never seen anything like it.

It’s dark. Ominous. Full of bloodlust. 

And you’d gladly offer up a vein. 

“Pardon?” He rasps, completely fixated on your lips. As to not miss a single word of your answer.

Your hips roll around under his unrelenting stare. “I-I mean, you know best. I will do whatever you think is best for my marriage.”

Suguru barely hears your repeated answer, judging by the way he briefly makes eye contact, before re-settling on your mouth. Heat swells in your puffy cunt. Already hugging your thin, sodden undergarment. 

The Priest offers no words. 

Just a heady, quiet that pins you to the ground. And your mind, suddenly promiscuous, wonders if this is what it feels like to be beneath a man’s weight. Caged in by muscular arms. Scalded by fiery eyes tracing inch by inch. 

Not that you would know. 

Not that you know anything about making love. Or men. Or loving a man. 

“Will you…can you teach me how to love a man?” The tips of your ears threaten to melt off your head the second your sentence is complete.

Another shocking blow to the Father. His lips hang open in disbelief. For one, two, three seconds before he zips back up. Concealing his thoughts behind a courteous but very present steel barrier. 

“I—“ He starts carefully, averting away. “Surely you don’t need to be taught—“ 

“But I’m pure, Father.” You counter. Searing into his angular profile. “I’ve never…I don’t know how to—“ 

Cool fingers gently tilt your chin upward. To brand his correction into your memory. 

“Suguru.” The Chaplain’s voice glides lower than your inhibition. 

Something says that he won’t correct you a third time. 

Despite the temperature maintaining the same degree, a sharp jolt of pleasure straightens your spine as your nipples pebble against the silky fabric. You gnaw your cheeks to keep from physically squirming.

“S—Suguru.” You repeat. Subservience wets your drooling sex in a way that makes you want to keep following commands. 

Suguru’s tone rubs the folds in your brain smooth. 

“Good. Quick learner.” A pleased grin blooms across his lips. “I’ll start with focusing on you.”

The two of you slowly peel away from one another. Crashing waves replace the heady silence. 

Well, silence other than your heartbeat rattling between your ears. In your periphery, the Chaplain is now peering outward, at his true home. The coast is clear to return your greedy eyes back to his acute, feline features. 

Just enough of his mane is tied back to reveal a pretty mulberry dusting his high cheekbones and pointed nose. 

A pleasant surprise to know the demigod warms like the mortals he walks amongst.

“You’re blushing, Suguru.” Girlish satisfaction heavy on your tongue. 

Another decadent chuckle pets your womanhood. And this time you have to swallow a moan.

“As are you, Duchess.”

“Darling? There you are!” Ezra’s voice is just as, if not more sobering than his footsteps approaching. 

Too soon. 

Time bows at Suguru’s feet. The concept doesn’t exist around him. Someone, be it Arella or Noel or now, your soon-to-be husband, someone always has to physically draw you back to the present. 

Reality never comes on time. Always too late. Or in your case, always a little too early. 

The Chaplain is on his feet in seconds. He swiftly lifts you from the edge and sets you on solid ground. Leaving you dizzied and breathless on the surface. 

Guilty and red-handed beneath it. 

“Oh sweetheart,” Ezra paws at the soiled fabric, concern etched into his face. “Your dress is completely ruined.”

“I’ll live.” You’re sharper than intended. Surely, from the spirits still thrumming through your veins. 

Ezra falters like a wounded puppy. And it tugs on your tattered heartstrings.

“Thank you for the concern, Ezra.” You soften, thumbing his cheek. Purposefully avoiding the violet beams aimed at your face. And shoulders. And hands. 

As if the Priest is daring you to keep provoking his searing gaze. 

But your fiancé unravels under your rare display of affection. He eagerly leans over to kiss your forehead. Meanwhile your hand desperately magnets to your side. 

“Sorry for leaving so abruptly Ezra, I—I had a bit too much to drink and I needed air then—“

“Don’t give it a second thought, my love.” 

Your fiancé is gentle with you. Little strokes along the small of your back. And maybe…just maybe your reaction time is dulled because you don’t immediately flinch away.

“Individual counseling starting early then?” Ezra jests. Pristine jade eyes dance between you and Suguru. 

The Priest offers a smile about as warm as the Siberian tundra. 

“Hardly. Just ensuring the Duchess is out of harm’s way.”

Like your fiancé did with you, you flower under the pad of Suguru’s thumb. A brief swipe, to remove a stray saltwater droplet. But your skin scorches all the same. Unreasonably missing a touch that lasted all of half a moment. 

Ezra clears his throat and drops his broad, but not nearly as broad, shoulders.

“I received the memo from your office staff, Father. Please accept this as my formal agreement to proceed with individual counseling.” He reaches out and Suguru takes his hand firmly. 

“Duchess,” Suguru beckons without breaking focus on Ezra. 

“We will be begin your sessions in three days. Meet me around 8:00 AM in our garden. Yes?”

Our garden.

You are a dirty woman. 

The way your core aches at his meaningless, frivolous, harmless words. 

“Y-yes. I will be there.” A half-baked attempt at maintaining neutrality. 

Your agreement earns you Suguru’s left dimple again. You toss your gaze elsewhere before your knees commit treason. 

“Duke, is there an activity you enjoy?” Suguru probes Ezra. 

“Sailing.”

“Sailing…?” Suguru lifts an incredulous brow. Blatantly amused by his automatic response. 

Granted, you don’t know your future husband that well, but he’s never made mention of any maritime activities.

Meanwhile everyone in this country, two countries over, possibly your home country knows that water belongs to the Chaplain. The element bends to his will. 

“Are you certain about that, Duke Ahriman?”

“Yes, Father. We have quite the fleet. I think you would be impressed.” 

“Understood. You and I will set sail before Sunrise the day after tomorrow.” 

The men exchange pleasantries as they do. Ezra intertwines his loving fingers into your reluctant ones. He ushers the long night to a welcome end.

Five steps into your path home, a blistering heat snakes up your spine. Fanning your shoulders like high noon during summer solstice. 

You don’t have to do it. 

You know the source, already. 

But you do it anyway. 

Over your left shoulder, you find the Naval Prince strolling along the unstable rocky ledge with as much grace as he does flat terrain. Eyeing the tide. Searching for the perfect entry home. 

Suguru’s trident reflects stark against the moonlight. Upper body completely shed of clothing, lower body with a long, black compression garment. Heavy locks now woven in the same singular braid you met him with. Dark overhead skies somehow illuminating the ridges and shadows of his sculpted arms, and back…and chest. 

A glimpse of heaven. 

…is staring right back at you. 

Possessing you.

“Enjoy your swim!” 

The words string together without your consent. Ezra lands his attention on you, startled by the sudden crack in silence. 

And the demigod shakes his head.  One part disbelief, two parts fond. 

“Enjoy your dreams!” Suguru calls back before turning his trident to you. His night has just begun.

You walk away with your betrothed, cloaked in soiled satin and guilt. 

Were you in the wrong? Maybe so.

But your heart didn’t choose Ezra. Not yet. You aren’t sure if your heart has even chosen you. 

Arella’s gentle wave from the patio welcomes you home. Sleep suddenly descending on your heavy lids. 

At least you’re safe, here in your mind’s haven.

For now. 

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“Fuck.” 

A tormented hand swipes the bead of moisture tickling a path down Suguru’s temple. 

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Obscenities seem to spill from his lips a little too easily these days. And his usual coping mechanisms are falling a little too short. 

The chaplain drags the hem of his sleepwear down to his thighs. 

Each bone, muscle and tendon is utterly spent after tonight’s swim. Every part of his body except the thick rod that springs free from its cage. 

Glistening with beads of lust. Taunting him. Making a mockery of his code of conduct. 

Thou Shall Not Covet Thy Neighbor’s Wife.

“Really?” Suguru scoffs and screws his eyes shut. His nails dig into the abused sheets to keep from gripping his cock and tugging himself numb. 

How convenient. 

The Holy Book of Answers and all of its rules makes no mention of how to survive the likes of you. 

How does one circumvent murky waters when Thy Neighbor’s Wife is Aphrodite’s reincarnate? 

Suguru’s heavy, oversized length pulsates. Its blushing head lays flush with his abdomen, a few inches past his belly button. Leaking pearly arousal onto his damp skin. Still not fully air-dried from the second icy bath since returning to his quarters. 

‘I’ll do whatever you ask of me.’

You dangled your submission in front of him. 

Him, a red-blooded man. 

A ravenous, touch starved, cunt-drunk beast of man. And you sat there. With your dizzying silhouette. And puffy lips. And pert nipples, pebbling from his gaze alone.  

Did you think he couldn’t see? 

How you pressed your mouth-watering thighs together? With wide, gorgeous eyes. Desperately trying to deny yourself the indulgence. 

What if he asked you to spread your legs then and there, pretty girl? 

What if he asked you to watch his fingers pet that weeping little cunt of yours? Watch how much honey he could coax out of your needy opening. 

Because you were. 

So fucking needy.

Suguru could see it from a mile away much less sitting next to you. Tensed legs. Short gasps. Studying his features when you thought his attention lapsed. 

‘Can you teach me how to love a man?’

“Oh, sweet girl,” Suguru rolls over to settle a plush pillow between his thighs. The cool, soft cotton rubs blinding friction against his aching length. 

This is wrong. 

Immoral. 

He’s a filthy, disgusting, pervert.

Suguru lurches his hips forward in a deep thrust against the cushion. A shattered groan pushes past his clenched jaw. 

It’s a disgrace, the way saliva pooled in his mouth and cum drooled from his cock when you unveiled your purity. 

Suguru’s hips rut faster. Brutalizing the pillow. Animalistic sounds bubble out of him. 

“Fuck…fuck no..don’t..” Pathetic pleas contradict the pace he humps the fabric. Chasing the whirlpool of lust in his groin. 

Demons in hell couldn’t concoct the vile things his mind is showing him. The intricate ways he wants to violate you.

A moral stain for the church 

The priest tilts up on his knees. Fucking the pillow in earnest. Picturing its your precious, dewy center that he’s defiling. 

He could teach you, gorgeous. 

He could shape your untouched core to fit his cock like a sleeve. Perfectly molded to his veins. Slotting into your warm, wet, noble sheath with ease. 

He would have you sit on his lap for your first lesson. 

His swollen length buried inside you to the hilt. He wouldn’t thrust, not yet. Your body would just clench and squeeze and leak around his intrusion. Suguru wouldn’t retreat out of your cunt until you were begging him to. Teary eyed and drooling from every single opening. 

He could teach you. Break you. Turn you into a pretty little cockdumb puppet at his touch.

“God..nngh fuck.” Opaque fog fills his head and lungs. 

Sordid moans echo against the walls. Reflecting his sinful behavior, but Suguru is too intoxicated to care. He curls around his swollen cockhead. Feverishly jerking his abused sex. Grinding so pitifully into his hand. 

Suguru drops his head. Mumbling your name in full before spewing himself empty into his grasp, the sheets, his pillow. 

Shame warmer than the mess of cum he’s currently laying descends. Filling the fuzzy corners of his brain. 

Is he really so weak?

“Be stronger than this.” The priest hisses angrily.

Unable to lay in filth for another second, Suguru rockets out of bed. Pulling his sheets, folding his sins away. To be cleansed in the next load of laundry.

A third, icy shower serves the same purpose for him a few minutes later. Glacial droplets soak the length of his mane, again. His manhood hangs away from his body, bucking every couple moments. Threatening to steal his virtue for a second time. 

He’ll be a better man when the sun rises. 

A tired sigh escapes his lips. At least Suguru is safe, here in his mind’s haven. 

For now.  

E/N: Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Chaplain, you really have to get a handle on those pesky hands of yours. 🤭

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Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

"I don't exactly know either. I was just able to do it one day, and your technologies are not exactly suited to study my changes", Kara shrugged. Now that her secret was out there, she lamented her lost dinner.

"Interesting..." ghost lady said, walking to the couch just to stop in the middle of the room. "Do you manipulate gravity to fly?"

"That is... a very good question actually. I don't think I manipulate Earth's gravity. More like I change my own. And what with the interrogation?"

"Ah, sorry. I couldn't talk with anyone for quite a while. It was boring, to say the least."

Kara felt pang of guilt. Being isolated from everyone and everything, without even knowing who you, are sounded more than horrible. It sounded like the worst nightmare...

But woman was cheerful and curious. So Kara made the obvious choice: she decided to help her.

"Do you want me to help you find out who you were?"

Woman froze, slowly turning around to look at Kara once more.

"Do you really mean it?" she whispered, sudenly looking very fragile. Kara smiled.

"Of course! Since you know that I'm Supergirl, it means you are basically part of Superfriends! We'll found out in no time!"

"Superfriends, huh?" Ghost tentatively smiled back. "Sounds good".

/ / / / / / / / /

"Sooo... do you have any clues yet?" Kara asked while they were flying next morning. They found out that the ghost lady didn't have trouble getting out of the apartment and with some manuvering she was able to follow Kara's flying.

Also she vehemently refused using random name for their convenience. Kara was surprised at her stubborness but then thought about her surname and how sometimes she felt like it was dissappearing and understood it a bit more.

"Well, looking at my clothes I don't think I died a long time ago. And it seems like I had some money".

"Well, it's a start, I guess. We have access to many records, so it should be possible to find you".

"Say, Kara, am I transperent to you? Or you see me completely?"

Kara paused, glancing at the woman beside her. She wasn't transperent at all. And it was somehow a problem in its own right.

"I can see you very clearly", Kara coughed, trying to look if they were near DEO yet. "I will describe you to my sister and she'll help, don't worry".

They spent the rest of the trip in comfortable silence.

/ / / / / / / / /

"Let me get this straight: you are seeing a ghost we spent hours trying to find yesterday, you promised to help her, and she knows you are Supergirl. Am I right?" Alex asked, massaging her nose bridge.

"Yep, sounds about right". Alex looked really pained in the face of her sunny smile.

"Sure, why not. It's not the most bizzare thing that happened with us anyway. Let's try to give your new ghost friend some closure. Wait when Winn learns about it".

Alex opened some kind of search bar, waiting. She looked ruffled and tired, but determined.

"We know it happened not long ago, maybe about month or so, we think", Kara looked at woman and they gave each other the nod. Ghost lady said that despite not knowing her name she retained some common knowledge. And 'it's a limited collection jacket, Kara, they were sold couple of months ago'.

"We think, huh?" Alex raised her brow, but diligently entered time frame.

"Also she is pretty well-off, has black hair and emerald eyes". Woman's image flickered couple of times which Kara understood was out of embarrassment. She didn't lie about seeing her clearly and there was definitely a blush on her cheeks. Alex scowled.

"Just green would be enough, thank you", she typed information in on her tablet. "Anything else you wanna share?"

"I have a piercing in the navel", her new ghost friend whispered right into Kara's ear in a low tone.

"Nope!" Kara squeeked to her sister, casting offended glances at the very smug looking ghost. Woman tapped at her cheek, and Kara refused to aknowledge her own red face. "We will take a look first like that".

"It's good I can't see her". Alex sighed and turned to the big screen. "Tell me if something catches your eye".

All three of them looked closely at the incident reports. Dozens of victims was displayed before their eyes - Kara's forever reminder that she can't save everyone.

"Right there!" Woman screamed, rushing closer.

"Alex! She found it!" Kara stopped her sister.

"I'll rewind it but are you sure? It's non-fatal reports. And more then that..."

"Kara, look!" her ghost friend was glued to the screen with the happy smile that wholly reached her eyes. "It's me! That's my name!"

Under her palm words glowed.

Lena Luthor

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U.A. High's Reaper

Chapter 1

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Only… Koton forgot her headphones in the classroom. She had begun to search for them in her backpack on the way to get food and find a quiet place to sit and plan, only to discover she left them on her desk. Groaning, she made a U-Turn making her way to 1-A once more but was greeted by a large group of students in the way of her getting to the classroom.

“"Per deos immortales, me interficere." ["By the immortales, I'm going to kill myself.”] Koton sighed, fading into the shadows and reappearing beside Midoriya.

“...-know what a future pro looks like; now move it, extras,” a certain blonde voice chided, sounding irritated. Peeking over as she grabbed her headphones, she noticed it was the spiky haired douchebag that snickered when Midoriya got a question wrong whereas he would get it right. What was his name again? Oh, right, Bakugo. Blasty, she'd refer to him based on his hair and seemingly explosive nature whenever the greenette spoke.

“Tch,” She scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval at Blasty's bold sentiment. Him, a future pro? What a laugh, if anything, Koton was the better future pro and HE was the extra.

“Hah-? Ya got somethin’ to say, Death?” Blasty demanded, glaring towards her.

“Just that you're a moron, but you're making that pretty obvious already,” She replied with a snicker which only pissed him off.

“DO YOU WANNA DIE-?!”

“So this is Class 1-A… I came by to see you guys and what you're made of .. but you just sound like an ass,” a new voice chimed in, making his way to the front as Blasty and Koton turned to face this new unimportant person. “Are all hero course students arrogant?”

“I dunno, are all morons like you this stupid?” Koton sassed back, arms crossing, headphones tight in hand as the newcomer scoffed and threw his gaze towards her.

“Hm.. you all are definitely egotistical. Don't get cocky though.. I, much like many others, applied for the Hero Course but unfortunately we were forced to choose another track. This Sports Festival will also see who's really fit for the Hero course and many of us might transfer in.. and to make room, they'll transfer you out,” The purple haired boy informed, frowning.

“Tch, like they'll transfer me out,” Koton snarled with an eye roll. “Be prepared to put your money where your mouth is and lose, cacas labe. That goes for you as well, Blasty.” [cacas labe = shit stain]

Koton shoved her way through the crowd, headphones on and cutting out the sound of another guy, yelling about he was going to come for her and Bakugou. How childish. Disgraceful.

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As the two weeks of intense training went by, Class A was pumped up with excitement as well as dread for the festival. Dread for some students because they were nervous about not standing out, like Kirishima with his Hardening, as if you didn't stand out, the less offers you would get from Pro Heroes.

However, Koton's mind was elsewhere during the training. Koton would sneak away to train in the dark, her mind reeling with ideas on essays and drafts for how to change the Sports Festival for it to be a Pro-Hero only event, often pausing her training to jot down an idea she was particularly fond of. Seriously, U.A. was supposed to be a prestigious hero academy yet the Sports Festival was a huge way for villains to attack the students.

For her actual training, she would wander further from Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. They wouldn't find out how strong her Quirk was yet. No. That way it would catch her classmates off guard and they'd be frozen, unsure of what to do… Well, mostly. Shoji, being extremely suitable for spying, had picked up on Koton's

training sometimes without her knowledge, so Koton had to make sure to take him out one way or another when the time came.

She would not be undermined. No way, not in a million immortal lives would THE Koton be undermined and do the worst thing after death; lose. Ugh, the thought of failure made her sick to her stomach. There was no way she'd embarrass the man who raised her.

Shaking her head, she stopped walking, allowing her classmates to walk ahead to the waiting room. Pressing the palm of her hand to her forehead, she made a small grunt until the nausea faded. Of all times to almost make herself sick, why did it have to be now?

“You're going to make yourself sick doing that, kid,” a much deeper voice chided, shaking his head. Koton looked up, a small smirk growing on her face.

“Nick,” She greeted with a nod and the older man nodded in confirmation.

“Do me proud, mutum asinum [dumb ass],” He told her, digging his knuckles into her skull as she snickered. “I got permission to come out and see ya. Same with Will.”

“Yeah, yeah, don't worry Nicky-boy, I'll be fine and make our home proud,” Koton remarked, playfully pushing the elder's hand away. Nick only chuckled, putting his hand in the pocket of his long black trench coat.

Nick was 5 years older than Koton, standing at 5'10” with a chubby build as well as a baby face that made people believe he wasn't 21. He had shoulder-length faded purple hair, pulled back into half-tail, curved with American 1980s bangs. His eyes were as dark as obsidian, his skin olive toned. If not for his scars of battle, Nick would have considered himself to be attractive. Alas, he did not.

“You better or I'm banning a certain musical from the house,” He teased, chuckling. “Now go, I love you, kiddo.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Bye, Nick. Love you too.” She waved him off, turning and walking to Waiting Room #1. Nick chuckled to himself and faded into the shadows, reappearing beside his husband in the crowd, who greeted his love with a kiss to cheek.

In the waiting room, Koton wasn't acknowledged for her late arrival and sat at one of the tables, thinking. Midnight hadn't given more specifics on this damned Festival, only that she'd be the First Years referee, whatever the hell that meant. She closed her eyes, sighing in silence.

This was it. No more hiding her ‘Quirk’. They'd see the real deal… Well, mostly depending on how strong her opponents were. She'd only give them the strength they'd give her. She planned to toy with them. Humiliate them… especially that fuckass blonde. His loud mouth, his cockiness, his arrogance… There was only room in the class for one person with all of that and it'd be her. She'd knock him down a peg… or six. He needed it. Badly.

A small smirk etched its way onto her face at the idea of knocking Blasty down a peg or two. His anger reminded her of a chihuahua or a pomeranian, so knocking his ego down was going to be fun. She'd kill his cocky persona violently and without remorse. Make him see who the real future number one pro would be. He'd be in the 20th or 30th rankings with his rank personality.

A bit later, Iida left and returned, announcing to the class that they had to get their game faces on and that they'd be leaving for the arena soon. Not long after, Todoroki made his way to Midoriya.

“Oh, hey Todoroki,” Midoriya greeted, looking surprised to see him. At the sound of Midoriya's voice, Koton opened her eyes, glaring towards the two boys.

“Midoriya…it's no secret that I'm stronger than you and knowing that you have All Might in your corner, I still plan to beat you,” The cold-spoken male declared, pulling a startled gasp from Midoriya. All Might in Midoriya's corner, huh? She'd investigate that.

“What's with all these declarations of war lately…” Kamniari asked, leaning back in his chair to face the two with a nervous laugh as Kirishima got up walking towards Todoroki, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey man, what's the deal, why are you pickin’ a fight all of a sudden-?” He questioned.

Todoroki pushed Kirishima's hand off of him. “We're not here to be each other's friends.” At least one of these dumbasses had a brain.

“Todoroki.. it's no secret I'm not as strong as you, probably none of us are compared to you and your power,” Midoriya began.

“Whoa, easy, man i think youre being a little hard on yourself- and us,” Kirishima interjected but Midoriya kept going.

“I'll probably not make it past the first round… but just know I'll be aiming for the top too,” He finished, meeting Todoroki’s fierce gaze. The waiting room was filled with a tense silence and Koton couldn't help but revel in it. Oh, this was too good. She'd show them all that she was the best. These pathetic lovers, children of heroes, and rich bitches, and nepo babies would be proved that family lineage isn't everything. She was getting riled up at the idea of destroying them. Gods, this would be good.

Ding!

“Let's go, Class A!” Iida announced, breaking the tension in the air, leading the class out to the arena.

Go time.

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Wintertime Woes

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〚 Pairing - Alex Danvers x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - During a flu outbreak at the DEO, Alex falls ill and tries to push through her responsibilities despite her worsening condition. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1200 〛

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Winter had always been Alex’s favourite season. The crisp, cool air and the occasional pile of unmeted snow that covered the curbs somehow always made her feel calm. She loved it all. However, there were inconveniences to the wintertime, namely slippery roads, frigid hands, and most prominently, sickness. 

The flu had been sweeping its way through the DEO - it was bound too this time of year. With so many agents working in such close contact it was almost impossible to avoid. Not matter their rank or importance, it eventually made its way round the squad’s and not even the Director herself was spared. 

Alex stood woozily in the control area, her hand clutching a crumpled-up tissue as she leant over the main desk, her other clumsily rubbing at her temple. She looked awful. Your soft hand came to slide round her waist from behind and the exhausted woman sank into your touch. 

She coughed into her tissue, “Don’t come too close, you don’t want to catch this.” Alex warned through her croaking voice, yet she made no effort to move away. 

“I’ll take that risk. You weren’t sick this morning, what happened?” You mumbled worriedly, burying your head into her neck, prompting her to rest her head against yours. 

“The flu is characterised by a rapid on-set of symptoms. It’s been spreading like wildfire around here, you know that.” Alex whispered before her voice broke off into a hitch. 

You felt her body tense up, and you quickly reached for a nearby tissue box, pulling out a fresh one and handing it to her just in time. Alex sneezed loudly, and you could tell she was trying her best to suppress it, but her body couldn't hold it back any longer. 

“Bless you!” Kara called out as she came flying into the building (she’d just finished assisting the fire department with an accident downtown) 

“And again, my my, bless you love.” You repeated her sister’s words, gently rubbing Alex's back as she sneezed for the second time. Her body felt warm against your touch, and you knew she was hopelessly fighting a fever. 

"Thanks," Alex rasped weakly, her voice flooded with congestion as she pulled out of your hold to grab some tissues to blow her rapidly reddening nose.  

"It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles," Alex replied with a weak smile, trying to maintain her composure despite feeling so unwell. She knew her responsibilities at the DEO were crucial, after all, without her there to manage and dispatch agents who would keep things running smoothly? 

She was stubborn, that was sure. It took another hour of misery before Alex reluctantly gave in and gave shuffling into the room where you were training some new recruits. 

“Alright guys, that’s enough for today.” You dismissed the group, letting them leave the room before opening your arms and letting the feverish woman fold into them, “Your breathing sounds awful y’know.” You sighed, at the small raspy breathes coming from the woman in your hold. 

“I’ve been told.” She muttered, keeping herself close to you, sniffling against your shoulder. 

You shook your head lightly, “We should get you laying down. Come on.” 

She continued to sniffle and sneeze as you gently guided her towards the infirmary. Her steps were slow and unsteady as the two of you made your way. Though you practically had to carry her up the stairs the two of you finally got her there, being met at the door by Kara and Lena. 

“I called her,” Kara explained as Alex curled herself onto one of the medical beds. 

Lena approached with a concerned expression, placing a hand on Alex's forehead before scanning a thermometer along her brow. "39 degrees, you're burning up, Alex. You should’ve rested when you first felt this coming on.” She said softly, glancing at you with gratitude for bringing Alex to the infirmary. 

Kara hovered nearby, her super hearing detecting Alex's irregular breathing and rapid heartbeat. "I'll grab some water and a cool cloth," she suggested, zipping away and returning quickly with the items. 

You stayed by Alex's side, gently wiping her forehead with the cool cloth as Kara handed her a glass of water. "Try to drink a little,love. It might help with the fever," you encouraged, giving her a reassuring smile as she held your hand, rubbing her thumb over your own. 

Alex took a few sips, but it was evident that she was struggling to keep herself composed. "I... I hate being so out of commission," she admitted weakly, her eyes showing a mix of frustration and vulnerability. 

Lena spoke softly, her caring tone trying to comfort her friend, “You need rest to recover properly. I’ve seen how hard you work yourself here, nobody’s going to forget that if you take a few days to look after yourself for a change.” 

Kara nodded in agreement, sitting by Alex's side. "We'll take care of the DEO for now. You just focus on getting better," she said, giving you an affirming nod. 

With concern etched on your face, you gently squeezed Alex's hand. "They're right, Alex. The DEO will be okay, and we'll handle things while you rest. You need to prioritize your health now." 

Alex's tired eyes softened as she looked at you, appreciating the support from her friends and you. "Okay," she finally relented, realizing that she couldn't keep pushing herself like this. "But promise me you'll keep me updated on everything?" 

"We promise," Lena replied, speaking for both her and Kara. "You can count on us." 

Kara placed a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder. "And I'll keep checking in on you, Lena’s gonna write you a prescription for some Tamiflu, I’ll pick it up and drop it off for you tonight. 

With that said, you helped the shivering Director from the bed, letting her lean fully against you as you led her from the building. Where a DEO issued car was already waiting to pick you both up. 

During the ride, Alex gave into her exhaustion and fell asleep against your shoulder. You held her close, running your hand through her silky hair. By the time you’d reached her studio, Alex was completely passed out. Nothing short of a city-wide invasion would be waking her now.  

Carrying her up to her room, you made sure to tuck her safely into bed, gently pulling off her uniform and changing her into some softer, more comfortable clothes before climbing into the open space beside her, smiling as even in her sleep she snuggled up beside you. 

“Sleep well baby.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her head, “and you will be definitely taking a sick day tomorrow, Director Danvers.” 

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Powergirl Should Die - Final

Supergirl. Powergirl. Kara Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Alex Danvers x BabyDanvers!Reader, Lena Luthor, J'onn J'onnz, Winn Schott.

Word Count: 2750.

Part 1. Part 2.

Powergirl is gone.

"Boss." You nod at J'onn when you fly into the DEO. Alex hears your voice and makes her way towards the both of you. "Tag me in tonight. I've got a good night of rest. I'm ready to patrol the hell out of this town."

"I'm sorry, Powergirl." J'onn, whose voice displays no emotion at all, says. "I'm taking you out of this case. You're too close to the cause."

"What? Of course I'm too close, it's about me!” You speak a little too loud and notice all the other agents pretending they can't hear you. "You can't get me out of the case of someone trying to kill me."

"Are they? Trying to kill you?" You hear Winn's voice on J’onn’s back and you turn your head to look at him. You must be making some face because he looks scared when he sees you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't butt in."

"Yeah, you shouldn't, computer guy."

"Hey!" Alex defends him and you roll your eyes.

"I just –" Winn continues even after seeing you scowl. "They haven't done anything. You have been getting those messages for a couple of weeks now. You should think someone would have tried something. Did anyone try anything?"

"No."

"Besides," Alex chimes in again. "It's not wise getting yourself in danger for it. Wait around, when we catch them you can do the interrogation yourself."

"Is this for real?" You look at the three agents ganging up on you, looking dead serious about it. You shake your head in disbelief. "This whole place is a joke!"

You go to L Corp for lunch. You show up with a bag of Belly Burgers and a whole speech for Lena. The thing is, Lena truly helped you sleep well the night before. With her you felt safe and yourself. Even with her finding out that you are Powergirl, you could let yourself forget about it, at least while you were in her arms. But still you can't help but feel like you took advantage of her. 

You decide to save this whole conversation until after you both finish eating.

"Hey," Lena slides in a little closer, reaching for your hand on top of the couch. "You were quiet all throughout lunch. You know you can trust me with your secret, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm not worried about that." You give her a truthful smile and she slides in even closer, grabbing your hand and holding it between hers. 

"What are you worried about, then? Let me in." Lena requests so softly, there's no way you can deny her. "I know the writing is keeping you awake," She makes sure. "but what else is keeping you closed off?"

"Lena." Her name comes out as a whine, and as result she kisses your temple while squeezing your hand in comfort. "What if the writing is coming from someone I know?"

She furrows her brows, but doesn't press you further. "Then you can do something about it, right? You're Powergirl! You're the strongest person I know!"

"Really?" She agrees with her head. You don't buy it. "What about Supergirl?"

"I mean, don't you and Kara have the same powers? Why would she be stronger?" Lena seems sincere, like she truly doesn't think that Kara is better than you in any way, including being a superhero.

"Yeah, I guess." You don't wanna tell her that you think your own sister is writing those things. Lena is Kara's best friend too. You can't poison that unless you know for sure. And the only way you can know for sure is if you confront your sister. "I guess I do have to do something about it."

You're not exactly thrilled to have this conversation with Kara, but it seems to be overdue. 

"Hey," Lena whispers a bit closer. "I'm here for whatever you need. Always."

"I thought you would be mad that I didn't tell you I was Powergirl." 

"I was. It lasted half a second." Lena says and you smile widely at her. 

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was so sleep deprived I just made you uncomfortable with the whole nonsense about you getting me naked. I mean, obviously you wouldn't wanna kiss–"

Lena interrupts you, with her lips crashing into yours. You first widen your eyes in surprise, but when her hand makes way to your neck, you're quick to close your eyes and melt into the kiss. 

"I wasn't gonna kiss you yesterday." She whispers, breaking the kiss, and you slowly open your eyes. Your faces are so close you see every single color in Lena's iris. She's so damn beautiful. "You were so tired, it was like taking advantage of a drunk girl." 

"I would've let you, though." You joke and she laughs before kissing you again. "Thank you, darling. You have no idea how much you've helped me last night. It was the first night in months I haven't had a single nightmare." 

"Glad to be at service." Lena kisses your cheek, and you move your hands out of hers to snuggle her into your embrace. "Same time tonight?"

"Can't wait." You punctuate it with kisses on her face, and finally breathe deep. At least a good thing since you can't patrol the city tonight. Although, you don't think there will be any writing done. Not after you confront Kara about it.

It's after work when you fly through Kara's apartment window, unceremoniously.

"Oh hey!" Kara opens her arms excitedly when she sees you and you give her a forced smile. "You were reading my mind, I was about to call you and ask you to come over." 

You make your way inside, but not before your sister pulls you in for a hug and a kiss on the top of your head. 

"Why?" You untangle yourself making way to her couch. She furrows her brows when notices that you don't hug her back, but you're already throwing yourself on the couch, supersuit and all.

"Alex told me J'onn decided to take you off the case." You raise your head at her when she comes closer, a clear scowl. "I'm sorry, mini me. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make the writing stop, ok?" Kara kneels in front of you, reaches for a loose strand of hair, and puts it behind your ear. "It will be alright."

"Will it?" You glare at her, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"It will." Kara gives you a trying smile. "In the meantime, maybe you can talk to Lena about having more sleepovers, so you can continue sleeping well. I'm sure she won't mind."

"Why are you so worried about how well I sleep?"

"Because!" You hear her heart picking up the pace, so you wait for the rest, sure you must be closing in on her real reasons. "Sleep is important, and I know you were having a hard time with it. Nightmares ain't fun." You raise an eyebrow at her, she licks her lips. "And you said you were having them for a while. How-how long again?"

"Months."

"Right. Months with no good sleep, having to work and be a superhero. It takes a toll."

"You know what else takes a toll on people?" Kara raises an eyebrow in question. "Lying."

"Um, I guess. Have you? Been lying?" 

"Me?" You can't believe she won't admit it. And she thinks you're the one lying. What the hell. "Oh no, I'm not the liar. You are."

"What?" Kara's mouth opens and closes a few times, like she can't believe she got caught. Like she didn't think you would find out. "What are you even talking about?"

And then, just like that, you snap. Anger starts boiling your blood, and you get up in a swift movement, ready to unleash hell. She stumbles back in surprise. It takes her a few seconds to get up too.

"You made me a superhero. Forced me into this life." You spit out greeted teeth. "Have you ever thought I could want something else? Have you ever thought of me as something other than a mini you?"

"What?" 

"You got me to work for you and Alex! So you could both control my every step! And now what? Now you don't want me to be Powergirl anymore?"

"What?" She repeats, looking so surprised, you don't know how she can fake it so well. When did your sister become such a good actress? "What do you mean? Of course I do!"

"Then why have you been writing on fucking billboards and buildings that Powergirl should die?" Kara's eyes widen so much, you can't help but to roll your own. "Oh Rao, stop playing dumb already! I saw you, ok?"

"You saw me?"

"Red cape, blonde hair flying in the wind. All of it." 

Kara furrows her eyebrows, "Really?" You agree with your head. "Red cape like this one?" She grabs your cape, pulling you to the direction of the mirror. "Blonde hair like that one?" She points at your reflection.

"Oh yeah, that makes sense." You can't stop the irony thick in your voice. "Yeah, sure. I'm the one writing that I should die."

"You are." Kara holds your face between her hands. "You haven't been having nightmares, Y/N. What you think you're dreaming, it's really happening. And the red cape you saw was yours."

"No."

"It's not the first time, either. You used to have them in Krypton too. Used to go around doing things you wouldn't remember and blame them on me."

"You're lying." You push Kara away from you so strongly, you're amazed she doesn't fall. "Just admit you did it! Why won't you?"

"Because I did! Our whole lives I would take the blame for everything you did while you were sleepwalking. With mother and father, Eliza, even with Alex. Gosh, Alex is still mad at me for destroying her chances to go to Europe when you were the one that did it!" 

"No, you did it! You – You exploded Alex's stuff with your heat vision and Eliza thought you were feeling left out, I saw your blonde hair!" You stop yourself, walking backwards until your legs hit the couch again and you fall in it, wordless. 

"You hate being Powergirl so you want her dead." Kara whispers lightly not to startle you. "I can't take the blame for this, because it won't stop it. You're the one that has to stop this now." She clears her throat to make sure you're still listening. "Kid, I can protect you from all the monsters and villains and planet explosions, but I can't protect you from yourself."

Your mind is screaming at you. Short-circuiting being overflowed with memories. She is right. Oh no, Kara is right. It was you all along. 

When Kal was born you were jealous of the attention he was getting, so you stole his baby blanket and hid under Kara's bed.

You lost your spy beacon, so aunt Astra could only communicate with Kara afterwards. But you blamed Kara for having stolen yours and everyone believed you. 

Alex said she wouldn't be back from college that year. Instead, she was going to Europe for the summer. You got mad and sad, you missed your sister so much and was so anxious to see her, yet she wasn't coming home. So you did it. You exploded Alex's side of the room and said Kara did it. 

And Kara took the blame. She took the blame for you again and again. She would have people yelling at her, mad at her, but she wouldn't accuse you. 

Oh my God, you just blamed your sister for wanting you dead when she was only trying to protect you from yourself again.

"Kara," You raise your tear-soaked face at her. "I swear I didn't know. I – I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know, baby." She whispers, one lonely tear rolling down her cheeks. 

"No, I – Kara, I –" You can't talk. Can't breathe. It's all too much. "I'm sorry." You fall on your kneecaps, head hanging low. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll tell Alex, I'll call Eliza and tell her too, I wish I could tell mother and father, I wish I –"

Kara kneels in front of you, pulls your face to her chest and hugs your head. "You're ok. It's ok." She kisses the crown of your head. "It's what I'm here for. I'm here to protect you. I'm here to prevent you from getting hurt. I would've taken the blame for this too, if I could. But if I did, the writing would never stop."

"You took the blame for everything." You cry harder. "Oh Rao, I've been hating you for weeks. But it was all my fault. And you," You look up to her, though you can't see right with all of the tears blurring your view. "You knew. I was treating you so badly, and you knew exactly why."

Kara shrugs. She doesn't care that you've been blaming her. Why doesn't she care?

"I told you," She answers the question right out of your mind. "I will always protect you. And I won't stop just because you're being mean to me. I'm your big sister and I love you."

You hold her tight, crying non stop, unable to tell her how much you love her too. But she knows. She knows by the way you're sobbing and giving her a bone-crushing hug at the same time. 

"It's time to let Powergirl go, baby." She cleans your tears, and helps you up. "Come on, let's let her go."

"But – But you need my help, you need me to be her." You whine, even though you are making it easier for Kara to detach the cape from your back. 

"No." Kara speaks softly and kisses your temple, soothing. "I don't need Powergirl. I need my sister. I need you, Y/N."

She helps you out of your stupid gloves and boots, while you cry. You don't know why you're crying. You're happy, you’re finally free of this gigantic responsibility that was placed on your back. You’re happy you won’t have to lie anymore. And yet, you cry.

“Come on, it’s over now.” Kara shows up in front of you with one of her baggy hoodie and you’re out of skin tight suit soon after. And so you can finally breathe again.

You watch Kara carefully folding your suit and placing them in a box. She gives it to you so you can decide what to do with it. You don’t take the box from her hands.

“You keep it. In case of an emergency.” 

Kara looks at the box in her hands. “I’ll not ask you to put on this suit again, I promise.”

And you believe her. But you also know that if any of your sisters or Lena are in danger, no one will even have to ask you. 

“You take it to the DEO then. I’m sure they’ll keep it safe.” You hug Kara tight, one last tear falling from your eye. “Thank you for everything. Thank you for keeping me safe and always protecting me. El Mayarah."

"El Mayarah, mini you. Mini sis? Minnie Mouse!" Kara says and scrunches her nose at it.

"Yikes."

"I'll think of something else." Kara guarantees, kissing the top of your head. And you make your way to the door. "Wait," She says before you leave. "You're not wearing pants."

"Oh," You look at the large hoodie reaching mid thighs. "It's fine, I don't think Lena would mind."

"I knew it!" Kara says excitedly, and then she furrows her brows right after. "Can't let you leave the house with no pants, though. Especially now that I know where you're going."

"Fineeee." You pretend to be annoyed, but you're not really. It wasn't a good idea leaving the house without pants. Kara gives you matching sweatpants and kisses your head one more time before you leave.

"I'm happy for you and Lena, little one." Then she smiles brightly, eyes lightning up as well. "I think I got it this time."

"You've got it." 

Powergirl is gone. Not dead. But definitely gone. And that lifts a huge weight from your shoulders and you're completely sure you won't have nightmares and won't sleepwalk again. At least not for that reason.

But hey, who are you to skip a sleepover date with your beautiful girlfriend, right?

[canarytry]

Tumblr Bell Songs Compiled from the Notes on that One @Unpretty post

I @ everyone I grabbed from, some are probably repeats and some I def. missed but here’s what I got! Thanks to @unpretty for revealing to me the bells

Non-Christmas Songs:

concerning hobbits @fipindustries 1235321 3568753432 123532121 35666 66532321

"Lord of the Rings" @limulusamebocytelysate 1235321 35687532 123532121 356 (pause) 532 (pause) 1

Mary had a little lamb @prisma-the-spooktacular 6545666 555688 6545666 655654

Carry On My Wayward Son @parvasilvi 1358755654 13587532 1358755654 123211

smash mouth all star @snow4berry 4 86 6 54 47 76655 48665 44221 44 8665 5447 7665 548 866 5 45 2

M*A*S*H theme @heroofthreefaces 78787876 67676765 56565654 45454567 6767676 767676 3456787656

Do-re-mi: @prisma-the-spooktacular 1231313 2344324 3453536 4566546 5123456 6234567 7345678 876475 8532

(celine dion - my heart will go on :3c) @something-about-sunflowers 4 44 434 4 3 4 5 6 5 4 44 434 4 1 (x2) little off on this next part but 4 5 1 8 765 6 765 43432

Never Gonna Give You Up @bedheaddeadhead 1131665 1131554 113145 321 154

mr. sandman @foolishmortal 13 57 65 3 1 24 68 7

wonderwall: @marghen 32121212 212121231 3212122 21221231 353556531 22231 8678 32121212212121231 321212221221231 353556531 22231 8678 78267826786 78267826786 8267826 632231 1123216 331— 717171131— 3451— 3343321—

twinkle twinkle little star: @unpretty 1155665 4433221 5544332 5544332 1155665 4433221

this old man: @unpretty 535 535 6543234 3451111 12345 5224321

“His Theme” (Undertale): @patema-introverted 1541334 141334 1541334 146545

Hanukkah Songs:

the dreidel song: @mishafletcher 535353 355432 424242 454321

Christmas Carols:

Joy to the world: @prisma-the-spooktacular 8765 4321 56 67 78 887655 43 887655 43 333345 43 2222 34 21 8765 4321

Ode to Joy! @ardatli 3345 5432 1123322 3345 5432 1123211 231 23431 23432 125 3345 5432 1123211

Santa Claus is Coming To Town @phlebasphonecian 53455 56788 345556544 35132421

The First Noel @phlebasphoenician 3212345 678765 67876 5678543 3212345 678765 6787656 78543 321345 87665 8765678543

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer- @incognito-princess 5653865 5656587 4542765 5656563 5653865 5656587 4542765 5656587 6676535 46543 2356777 8876542 5653865 565687 4542685 454578

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear @boomstab-papa 16 35421 21 12344565 16 35421 21 12 23214 66 11234 56 55432321 16 35421 21 12 23214

joy to the world @Unpretty 87654321 566778 88765543 88765543 3333345 4222234 321865434321

Jingle Bells @runawaymarbles @mhalachai 14321 1115432 25432 66535 14321 15432 22543 666 676521

333 333 35123 4444 43333 3223 2 5 333 333 35123 4444 4333 554 2 1

In Excelsis Deo / Angels we have heard on high: @vimpiritea 333 55 43 323 5 3 21 333 55 43 323 5 3 21 5 65434 54323 43212 55 1234 3 2 1

we wish you a merry christmas if you're willing to get a little creative with the octave @hi-my-name-is-dotdotdot 58828766 62232875 53343286 556278

feliz navidad / we wanna wish you a merry christmas @hi-my-name-is-dotdotdot 58786 72865 58786 4665555443 3333211666 2222166555 3333211666 587721

it feels like christmas: @beggars-opera 11112345 5653 33343234 4542 33212365 532155 11112345 5653 33343234 4542 33212365 532155 55 565534 4543223 343215 65 5655334 4543223 343215 11112345 5653 33343234 4542 33212365 532155 33212365 43211 34355 77788 34355

Adeste Fiedles is (roughly, the bells don’t have accidentals) @thenoonesenseofladypole 552562 767876 5542456 74311

The First Noel: @deseretgear 3212345 678765 678765 678543 3212345 678765 678765 678543 3212345 87665 8765678543

Silent night @castisteard 5653 5653 886774 556543432 556543342 6676536 6434321

The first notes of Good King Wenceslas @theyhaveacavetroll 4445441 212344

we wish you a merry christmas @alabaster-moon 1 4 45432 2 2 5 56543 1 1 6 67654 2 112 5 3 4 1 4 4 4 3- 3 4 3 2 1 5 6 55448 1 112 5 3 4

we wish you a merry christmas: @distant-daydreams 14454322 25565431 16676542 112534

little drummer boy: @distant-daydreams 12333 34343 112333 34343 234555 65432 234555 67654 6543 5432 12333 34343 2121

Good King Wenceslas @damnsmartblueboxes 5556552 323455 5556552 323455 8764543 323455 2234556 8764 5--7--5

Miniature Overture from the Nutcracker: @extra-magichours 1 4 3265 1 4321 3 2 1 4 3265 86543231

This is the chorus to my favorite Christmas Carol: @emberlark 2342665 1231554 234245321 154 2342665 1231854 234245321 154

Away. In a manger @saiiditallbefore 887665 44321 112115 32135 887665 44321 154352 23121

here’s feliz navidad: @capsie 14 342 25 421 14 342 1211111111 (can’t go lower :[) (repeat x times) 6666 544 222 5555 422 114 6666 544 222 5433 35 5 654 (repeat x times)

this is the best I could do for “greensleeves”  @runawaymarbles 234565421 23422 12311 234565421 345432123 8876531 12422 12311 8876531 234222123

Carol of the Bells @dracificia 3231323132313231 3231323132313231 888765554344453211 888765554344453211

[prof-polarbear]

A wild Cubchoo appears!

Hello Hello!

I am Moose aka Modigo aka Vamoose aka- i could go for a while.

I run (counts on fingers) 4 active rotomblr blogs and 4 inactive ish ones and wow i have 9 blogs now. yikes!

This is mostly me copying Phyto (love you dude /p) for a space to rant about my characters in a visible place, and also answer peoples questions about that that they may not be able/comfortable asking in the character's askbox themselves!

Some of my favorite posts will probably get put in here, as well as some ooc art of characters!

Summary of characters under the cut!

Active Blogs!! @prof-polaris : My first ever rotomblr blog, and the one that this blog is jokingly named for! Polaris is 27, and the father of- how many kids now? So many. They are my beloved silly guy who trains service pokemon for others, and is doing their best to keep their family stable and alive. Polaris is generally very mild mannered and easy going, unless their family or friends are being threatened. Oh, and they're a mite bit haunted by their families past. Don't worry about that too much. Polaris' blog is also occasionally taken over by their cousin Violet, who just so happens to be a Zoroark. mostly chill but occasionally mid-high stakes due to their kids

@unovan-gardener : CD!! or Cultivar Deo, Boy, turned plant boy, turned leafeon boy, and my accidental punching bag! Whoops! CD is- near constantly going through it because of the traumatic events leading up to and through his hybridization as a leafeon, their father's C- parenting, and their inability to work through their feelings as they feel like nobody listens or cares! But also they love plants so much and love and care about their friends so much so when there isn't angst happening around them that they get dragged into generally they have a good time!! I promise!! Warning for occasionally body horror, there is a plant inside him keeping him alive <3 mostly mid-high stakes because of his friends whoops-

@naptime-noct : My darling narcoleptic guy, daze is. doing dazes best! daze is mostly active at night, and mostly just. talks to dazes boyfriend Casey @/bones-poison-and-pokemon and dazes (in my opinion) bff Ceti @/rising-normal-type-star. generally low states, except for occasional darker themes in reference to dazes parents and disability

@moose-from-animals : whaaaaaat whos this guy??? definitely not just- me but pokemon lmaaaooooo oops all low stakes except when i am going through it irl because we are the same man Inactive/Barely Active Blogs

@csamhp : Chroma Sactuary and Museum of Hisuan Pokemon, run by Skie Tiergan!! Xe are doing their best. This is a sanctuary Polaris runs, but honestly i forget about it alot. shoot it an ask if you wanna know more about it tho!

@newgrowthspaest : Polaris' business blog. all their service pokemon training stuff is here

@chromacorporation : ooolldd chroma corp blog. completely retired. only go here if you want older polaris lore.

@cedar-scavenges: guy gets cursed. more at 7. every time he sleeps he wakes up in a new region (randomizer blog). the idea was cool but lack of interaction made me lose interest in sprout, and i kinda didnt really know where i wanted to go with him. might get rebooted someday if i get ideas.

[chiskz]

《 5-STAR ERA 》

♡ 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙴

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

2:36 - 2:40 - shaking the industry / quaking reality / making it iconic (originally by Felix)

2:42 - 2:45 - shaking the industry / quaking reality (originally by Lee Know)

total: 7 seconds

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊

Chichi for her final part has a short dancebreak planned for herself in choreography for this song.

-> -> ->

♡ 𝚂-𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂

-> -> ->

♡ 𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙼

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

1:29 - 1:35 - onmome neomchineun full MP, Achilles geon ttawin jonjaechi anneun nae jugineun skill / naega sondeulmyeon da ollagaji ak jilleo bwara nae arae da kneel (originally by Changbin)

2:23 - 2:28 - I do things that nobody can do, God blessed, I'm the one and only (originally by Han)

total: 11 seconds

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊

It took Chichi two days to create the choreography for ITEM. She herself mentioned that she had the chorus part in her head from the moment she heard the song.

Chichi shared her first line of lyrics with Changbin at first, but he suggested she should take over the whole thing.

The line "I'm the one and only" refers to Chichi's famous catchphrase "one and only".

-> -> ->

♡ 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝚆𝙻

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

0:17 - 0:23 - taking over we don't play by the rules / if you wanna feel alive say the name (originally by Bang Chan)

2:23 - 2:29 - i'll do it again, just the way you want it / i'll do it again for the days to come (originally by Han)

2:44 - 2:50 - open wide, have a bite / make it mine, all the time (originally by Felix)

total: 18 seconds

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊

STAY liked the comeback vocalracha in the songs immensely - Chichi finally sings with/after Seungmin and I.N. She also got a lot of praise for her improved vocal.

-> -> ->

♡ 𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 (𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃. 𝚃𝙸𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙹𝙺)

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

0:12 - 0:14 - geu nuga gamhi neombwa top class (originally by Han)

1:46 - 2:08 - look at me now, how 'bout now? you can't deny / but we're still running on this way 'cause we're never satisfied / imi al manhan saram da kkeudeogijiman the reason why / ajik nae gijun mot michin tase yeojeonhi, kept my speed on top / ain't nobody can do it like us, hurry / nal ttaraollam meoreotda but we're not cocky / attention, yeojeonhi neomchyeo, passion / dwieseo imanham dwaesseorago naebaeteum daedabeun eoltaengiga eopseo (originally by Han & Hyunjin)

total: 24 seconds

𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝

𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊

Chichi in TOPLINE received the longest (currently) uninterrupted part. Her line distribution for this song is also one of the longest in her career.

Chichi is very grateful to 3RACHA for the chance she received to show that she has grown a lot in terms of rap. Her part in the song was a hot topic for quite some time in Internet.

A charming headcanon prevailed among STAY talking about how Tiger JK as "older" tiger "passes the baton" to Chichi - younger tiger.

-> -> ->

♡ 𝙳𝙻𝙲

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

0:10 - 0:19 - nobody, nobody, please don't care about me, it's okay / let's go crazy until the sun rises (originally by Changbin)

2:08 - 2:12 - i better run, better run (better run, better run) [originally by Felix]

2:55 - 2:59 - amudo moreuge (originally by I.N)

total: 17 seconds

𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝

-> -> ->

♡ 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝚃

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

1:22 - 1:27 - pullin nuni jigeum gibun jeungmyeonghaneun symbol / gibuneun oreurangnaerirak eopsi jeo wieseo ping-pong (originally by Han)

total: 5 seconds

𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝

-> -> ->

♡ 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

1:42 - 1:52 - mianhae geunyang naega jalmothaesseo (sorry, babe) / byeonmyeonghal saenggak eopseo dasi hanbeon / geuttaero doraga nal saranghanda malhaejwo (originally by Felix)

total: 10 seconds

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♡ 𝙵𝙽𝙵

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

1:46 - 2:01 - geop eopsi dallida neol nochilkka bwa, I shout, shout, shout / sueopsi bulleo bwado nan dasi hanbeon deo oechyeo / nan neoui geurimjacheoreom buteo isseodo so far, far, far / yeongwonhi ireoke jinael su eomneun nan (originally by Han & Changbin)

total: 15 seconds

𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝

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♡ 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

1:33 - 1:40 - let me tell a little story about the star that couldn't shine or blink (originally by Hyunjin)

2:18 - 2:25 - 'cause when you give me a glance, I am sure that I see universe in your eyes (originally by Bang Chan)

total: 14 seconds

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♡𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @alyszaen , @smh-anon , @neohyxn , @stealanity , @alixnsuperstxr , @juliawritingblog , @rizzshimura , @elizalabs3

[platinum-iridium]

same anon from the dove whole body deo. okay okay so, maybe a bit tmi, but I half-agree and half-disagree with the idea that full body deodorants are just a scam to prey upon women's insecurities. I half-agree, in that I don't doubt at all that the intention is to keep women constantly self-checking and feeling disgusted at themselves for not smelling like vanilla extract 24/7. I CAN, however, get behind full body deodorant, because I work a labor job, and at work our AC oftentimes isn't great, so I get very sweaty, and it's good to have a product that will keep me from getting too rank. The tmi part is just that I sweat between my thighs and groin, and after a few hours on the job, it doesn't smell great. It's never bad enough for any people to notice, but the animals I work with sure do, so if having them stuff their noses into my crotch can be avoided a bit easier, I like to. The thing is, though, that I know damn well that men aren't worried about the same thing, and that women who don't have any reasonable reason to worry that their darker, sweatier areas are going to be a special breed of rank after a few hours will still purchase it to battle an insecurity they shouldn't have.

TL;DR: I don't think whole body deo is a bad idea (better to have people use a product that's safe for that purpose, instead of deodorant that's just meant for armpits being used in places it shouldn't be, if nothing else) but I think it should be a much more niche product than it is. The average person really shouldn't (and tbh, DOESN'T) have any need for it. All of that being said, I mostly named off that dove deo because it smells good, works well, and is all natural (if I remember correctly, anyway. At minimum, it is aluminum free, which was my primary concern when picking). Sorry for all of the deodorant talk, I'm a yapper

never apologize for yapping in my ask box that’s what it’s there for. a yap receptacle.

that’s a fair point about sweating at work i occasionally have to work at hot sites with a full fire resistant kit on and the pubic area can get a little smelly after a full day of work but like you said we aren’t the target demo for those products at all. and i wouldn’t wanna put full body deodorant anywhere near my sensitive parts. even the safer kind but to each their own. speaking as someone who used to nair my pubic hair lol i think i’ve done enough damage. i just let her breathe now. i just avoid bussing it wide open at the end of those kinds of days. i also don’t like live with anyone so if i get home and my musk is strong i don’t really think about it too much

that is kinda funny about the animals though. like after a few hours of real body sweat they finally recognize you as also an animal

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter Summary: Jen celebrates her 17th birthday, her friendship with Amber grows. Some of the members attempt to mess with Yoongi & Jennie while they nap. Jen visits Angelina in LA to support her upcoming album, only for it to be crashed by unpleasant guests.

Words: 8,000+

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Just before dance practice was over, the members took one last break before they prepared to record a Bangtan Bomb of their hyped up version of War of Hormone. Sitting against the wall, Jen casually scrolled through her Instagram. Ever since the music video for War of Hormone dropped, critics have said that this BTS era showed off more of Jen's improved stage presence. Throughout her notifications, she would see people tag her Instagram name, showing others that she was the girl who strutted herself on stage.

'Who is this girl? What group is she in? She's American? She's cool, I wanna see more of her'

They would ask as fans of BTS would answer eagerly.

She was delighted to see that her hard work had been paying off for this era. She planned to keep up the great work and improve with each comeback. Setting her phone down, she and the rest of the members got in formation for the song as Namjoon stood in the middle. As the first beats of the song blare out around the room, Namjoon twitched before jumping up in the air, flashing his stomach.

'Yep, I can tell this is gonna be a mess. Might as well be a mess with them.' She considered with a short laugh. 

Let's see if she can be on their level of goofiness.

"Hobi! Hobi~!" Hobi squealed with a broad grin on his face, getting into position with Jungkook.

When Jimin and Tae got in their positions, Jungkook punched Tae in the stomach. Tae let out a loud, dramatic groan while Jen fought the urge to laugh at their shenanigans.

"Look over there, over there!" Yoongi shouted and pointed at Jennie, getting the guys' attention.

"WHAAOOOOOOOO~"

The guys lost their minds as she walked in front of them and the camera. Flashing the camera with a derp face, Jen wiggled her eyebrows.

After the guys freaked out, screaming and yelling outrageously, Namjoon started his verse. All the members begin to dance, acting excessively than usual.

jonjaehae jwoseo (cham) gamsahae

jeonhwa jom haejwo naega (ham) bap salge

a yojeum michin michin geo gata gichim gichim

"AHHHHHH!" Hobi screamed. 

His sudden scream caused Jen to slip and lose her balance for a second while in a fit of giggles. She played the fall off by spinning around, posing with her arms in the air, before getting back up to her feet.

hage mandeuneun yeojadeul otcharim

da bichim bichim

(berimachwi) ttaengkyu! nae siryeogeul ollyeojwo

(jayeollasik) don deuril pillyo eobseo

I'll be in panic I'll be a fan

And I'll be a man of you you you you babe

jakkuman nuni doragane yeojadeurui bae (Yup)

"Aye!" Jen and Hobi yell.

yeojadeureun bangjeongsik uri namjadeureun hae (Yup)

"Sing it!" Jen shouted, clapping her hands together.

ttam ppilppil gwaenhi bilbildaege dwae

deo manhi jom sineojwo haihilhil

nado yeollyeodeorp al geon da areo

"Ah, you're the best!" Hobi shouted to the camera.

yeojaga segye choegoran geot mariyeo

Yes I'm a bad boy so i like bad girl

illu wabwa baby urin jal doel geol

Rushing up to the camera, covering his eyes before revealing them with a cute grin, Tae walked back, singing his verse.

(Hello hello)

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?" Hobi screeched.

Tell me what you want right now

"Right now!" They all shout

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

Imma give it to you girl right now

"Right now!" Hobi shouted.

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

"Choego!" Hobi and Jimin yell ridiculously.

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

"Nae mom!" Tae joined Hobi and Jimin. Rushing up to the camera, Jimin puckered his lips.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

While the seven boys rushed up to the camera again, Jungkook continued as Jen jumped around in the background.

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

"Okay!" Hobi said with Jen as she jumped up in the air from behind.

Oh jajega andwae maeil

"YYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Taehyung let out an over-dramatic yell as a vein popped out of his neck.

Jen watched Taehyung with an amused, questioning expression. She looked at the camera, pointing to him. "He dun' lost his damn mind. What is going on?!" She questioned the silliness.

"It's the hormones, Ennie. The hormones!" Jimin answered.

"HORMONES!" She yelled, throwing her arms up in the air.

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

Jungkook kicked Tae in the butt as they continued to dance.

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

Getting him back, Tae kicks Jungkook in the butt.

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

As the guys stayed in the back, Jen walked forward, putting her hoodie over her head as she rocked side to side, looking down at the floor. "Uh! Uh! Okay!"

Looking up at the camera, she began her verse in a third person perspective for the female ARMYs, "She knows she's the BEST, from head to TOE!" She shouted hysterically. Jungkook and Jimin let out a laugh. "It's completely ridiculous if you think she don't KNOW!"

"WHAT!?" The guys shout. Jimin and Hobi start shaking Jungkook back and forth as they point at her.

Kneeling on the ground, she pointed to the camera. "Her hair. Her body, her waist and legs, it's okay to stare, she knows that she looks good. Yea, she sees you starin' hard." Back on her feet, she jumped on one foot, like she was tripping, "Caught you off guard. She sees you droolin', Who are you foolin'?"

"AH! AH! Back away!" Jin shouted, shoving Jungkook away from approaching her as he fell on the floor. Tae took the opportunity to kick him while he was down.

As her verse continued to play, Jin got protective, making sure the guys stayed away from her. Meanwhile, Jen turned to the camera and jumped on Jin's back as he let out a yell of surprise. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"When did I agree to this?" He exclaimed as he spun her around in circles.

"Stop hogging her!" Jimin complained.

"Give her to me!" Tae added as she got off Jin's back.

"Not another step!" Jin pointed while Jen turned back to the camera, walking forward while the guys bicker.

Oblivious to Jungkook approaching her, he bumped his hip against hers.

"Whoa!" She shouted, stumbling off to the side. Whipping her head to the side to see who bumped her, she laughed and punched him in the chest. "Not cool!"

Jungkook giggled in response as she shoved him away from her. Pointing to the camera, she sang, "And yes she's the baddest. Yes, she's a bad girl. But she ain't your baby, you gotta earn that."

Getting in position for the chorus, she sang, "Hello hello!"

"WHAT!?" The guys yell wildly

"Hello hello!" She yelled louder

"WHAT!?"

"She'll tell you what she wants right now!"

"RIGHT NOW!"

"Hello hello!"

"WHAT!?"

"Hello hello!"

"WHAT!?"

"She ain't givin' it to you, right now! She's the best and she knows it but she's not yours. She makes your body twist and turn when you in front of her!"

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

Tae snuck in a kiss on Jennie's cheek, catching her off guard. "That's gonna cost you smarties. My kisses aren't free, Tae." She teased, giggling with him.

"Ah! What is this!?" Jin grabbed her away. "No touching!"

"How could you!?" Jimin shouted at Tae as all the guys ganged up on him.

After their bickering, Yoongi rushed up to the camera, rapping.

eorim banpuneochi eobtji handu beonssik

nolda heeojil yeojadeuregen gwansim eobtji

geunde neol bomyeo baewo body geonchukhakgaeron

"Jungkookie is going up!" Hobi said dramatically while Yoongi was lifted up in the air.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"

"GO SUGA GO!" Jen yelled as she and the rest of the members jumped up and down, enthusiastically. She fell on the floor as her laughter started to hurt her stomach.

Was this even a dance practice anymore? This was just too much fun. They need to have more dance practices like this.

"Hobi's going!" Tae shouted as she got back on her feet. Hobi started sliding his feet, moving forward with a big grin on his face, while the rest of the members followed his movements.

geunyeo meori badi heori dari

mal motaneun beomwikkaji

gwansim eopdan mari namjaroseon manhi eoisangsil

jageun jeseuchyeo hanaedo ppeogi gaji

Girl ni yuhoge bammada jikyeo

nae keompyuteo jari

As the guys made a door, Tae scooped Jen up bridal style, while Hobi jumped on his back.

"This is a mess!" She laughed.

"Let's go~!" Hobi beamed while Tae managed to walk through the human door.

geunyeoreul wihan lady first

yeojan chagaun bingsan? Let it go

nal michige haneun female nal jageukhaji maeil

Making his way to the camera, Hobi made a heart with his hands, shouting, "I love you!"

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?" Jen yelled with Jimin

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

Tell me what you want right now

Jin began his traffic dance while the rest continued the chorus.

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

(Hello hello)

"What!?"

Imma give it to you girl right now

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

"Ah, I'm tired, guys." Hobi breathed out.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?)

"Because of ARMYs!" Hobi made another heart with his hands, while Jen flailed her arms around.

(nugu ttaemune?)

namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?)

"We are men too!" Jimin shouted.

yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) horeumon ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?)

"Because of ARMYs!" Jimin shouted again.

yeoja ttaemune

"Because of ARMYs!" Tae added with Jennie.

For the break dance, Hobi and Jin grab each other's hands and jump up and down. Jimin and Namjoon do their goofy footing dance, while Jungkook and Tae grab onto each other, leaning back with Yoongi behind them.

Meanwhile, Jen decided to perform the running man dance, making her movements bigger than usual as her mouth was wide open in a big grin.

yeojaneun choegoui

Out of nowhere, Tae shoved Jimin off to the side, making him fall down. 

"Why!?" Jennie grabbed onto Tae, shaking him.

"Yah!" Namjoon shouted, looking around at the hyped mess.

This was pure chaos!

What were they? Were they sane?

La la la la la la la la la

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

As the song ended, Jungkook kicked Tae in the butt, making him stumble on the floor. Jimin kicked him down when he tried to get up and a chorus of laughs were heard. When the recording ended, Jen helped Taehyung back on his feet. 

"Best dance practice, hands down." She said with a smile.

"Phew, I'm beat." Hobi stretched and sat down on the floor.

Gathering up her things, Jen saw a Kumamon phone chain on Yoongi's phone. "What's that?"

"Kumamon." He answered casually.

"Cute. Is that your favorite character?"

"Yeah. yours?"

"Hello Kitty." She answered with a big smile.

"Hello Kitty, huh?" Yoongi nodded to himself, making a mental note.

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After taking a shower back at the dorm, Jen headed to a local dog café to meet up with Amber. Spotting her waving with a big grin on her face, Jen rushed over to her, wrapping her arms around her, for a long, friendly hug.

"You're here! How you been, girl?" Amber spoke as she pulled away, gesturing her to sit down.

"I just had dance practice, so I washed up and made my way here. I'm sore, but content." Jen responded she took a seat across from her. Looking around at the variety of dogs strolling and playing around, she smiled. "This place is so cute!"

"I knew you'd like it!"

Watching a Golden Retriever puppy approach her, Jen started to pet it as it nuzzles her hand. "Ugh, so adorable. I want a dog, now. Can you take a picture of me?"

"Hehe, sure." She grabbed Jen's phone while she held the puppy in her hands, holding it close to her with a cute smile on her face.

After snapping the photo, Jen tweeted it on the BTS Twitter account with the caption, 'I'm getting puppy fever! It's so cute! I want a puppy, now!'

"Some of the members have pets and they usually live at their parents' place. If I do get a puppy, I don't have anywhere for it to stay if I'm on schedule and have to travel."

"I can take care of it with you! I live alone with my dogs!"

"You don't mind?" Jen inquired as she set the puppy down.

"Of course not! And we gotta have sleepovers soon. Get you away from all the testosterone. I know it's a workout, living with seven guys, hahah."

"I've gotten used to it but it would be nice to hang with more girls."

"Then it's settled. I'll plan a sleepover for the both of us."

"Sweet! Let me know when."

"So, if you do get a puppy, do you have a particular breed?"

"I'd like a Jack Russell Terrier. They're so adorable. Especially when they're puppies."

"Aw! I hope you get one, soon! So, how's school?"

"The only thing I love about school is my English classes. English is my favorite subject. I'm taking Honors English."

"Ooh, fancy. Planning on going to college?"

"I really want to. But I want to go to college in America. But since I'm here, I'm not sure what the future holds. Maybe I'll go to college here if I can. Who knows what BTS will become in 2017 when Jungkook and I graduate from SOPA."

Amber nodded. "I'm happy that you're serious about your education. Continue that. What other classes are you taking?"

"Oh, you know, the requirements like history, math and so on. I'm continuing my guitar classes."

"Ah, I knew you played an instrument. How's that going?"

"The class is an advanced one, so it is complex. Learning about the history of the guitar and how it's evolved. It's fascinating to learn. I try to stay after school for extra help from the teacher. It helps."

"Are you making friends at SOPA?"

"Hayoon is my best friend at SOPA. One of the sweetest people ever. She is such a great baker, too. Her cupcakes are A1! We gotta bake together. She's timid but if you continue to talk to her, she'll break out of her shell. She's currently preparing to debut in G-Friend."

"Oh wow~! That's great! I wish her the best."

"I'll be checking their debut out, giving her support. I know it's going to be great. As for other friends, I do have some. I try to communicate with everyone and say hey, every now and then."

"Haha, you're so opposite from Jungkook. I heard he's quiet and shy."

Jen nodded a couple of times. "Very. He'll come out of his shell and make close friends. I know he will. Anyone will be lucky to have a friend like him. He's always there when you need him."

"Such friendship goals." The two shared a laugh.

After getting their cups of hot chocolate and a variety of pastries, Amber asked, "So Jen, do you miss America?"

"Always. I always wonder what my sisters are doing on campus and how my parents are. I try my best to Skype, text and call." Letting out a long sigh, she resumed her statement. "Every time I think about my sisters, I realize how much I missed out on having a normal life. I love SOPA and all but it's a bit overwhelming as an idol there."

"Elaborate."

"I want to be treated as a normal student. Treat me like any other classmate. I don't want people to be nervous to approach me or anything like I'm someone superior to them. I'm a normal human being. Let's be friends, talk to me like I'm just a regular student trying to get my education, the same as you. I'm usually filmed and have pictures taken of me in class. Like dude, just say hey to me, and we'll be buddies. But I feel like all they think of me as just an idol."

"I understand what you mean, but you gotta remember that you are becoming famous. Keep in mind BTS is growing day by day. ARMYs are an impressive fan base."

"Yeah...I guess it still hasn't hit me. To be honest, I am anxious about the future. I hope the fame won't overwhelm me."

"Don't forget about the sasaengs," Amber replied in a serious tone.

Making a facial expression of horror, Jen covered her face. "Aw man, I forgot about them."

"Prepare Jen Drop. It's inevitable, unfortunately. Just be aware of your surroundings and the people around you. I don't want you to get hurt." She looked at her with worry. As Jen uncovered her face, Amber smiled and held her hand, squeezing it. "If anyone tries anything, let me know, so I can find where they live and kick their asses."

Letting out a laugh, Jen and Amber shared a smile. "I'll try my best. Gosh, I enjoy talking with you. I feel like I can express myself more in English. I'm happy that you and I get to talk in English, together."

"Me too, girl. How do you feel about your progress in the industry?"

"I feel like I'm improving day by day. I'm thankful that I'm getting more recognition for War of Hormone."

"Well, it's not hard with you strutting with your sexy self on stage. When I saw the performance, I was like, 'Yes, girl! Shake it! Shake that brass!' Speaking of Shake That Brass, I'm working on my solo album. One of the songs is called Shake That Brass. I'll be shooting the music video, soon. Would you like to be a part of it?"

Jen stared at her, astonished. She wanted her to be a part of it? Her?

"No way, really!?"

"Yeah! The more the merrier! Plus, you'll get to meet the people I hang with! It'll be fun~! What do ya say? Please? Please say yes! We'll dance together and everything. The dance isn't difficult. You'll breeze right through it."

"Sure!"

"Yay! I'll keep you updated. Let me know what Big Hit says and everything. You'll have a blast. Taeyeon is also a part of the song."

"G-Girls Generation Taeyeon?"

"Mm Hm~" Amber nodded. "She's super nice. You two will hit it off for sure."

"Can't wait!"

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For Halloween, as the members got their makeup done, they were filmed for a Bangtan Bomb. Jen became Black Widow for Halloween, wearing a short red wig to go with it.

"Do I look badass, now?" She gestured to the costume, giving the fans a closer look at it. "I like it! This is sick."

"Anything you want to say to ARMYs?" She was asked. 

"Have a safe Halloween and enjoy a lot of candy!" She grabbed a pack of Smarties. "Gotta have my daily dose of smarties~!" She popped one in her mouth.

"I dunno how you can eat that. There's hardly anything sweet to it." Yoongi approached her, with his hair disheveled and makeup resembling Chucky.

"I dunno, maybe it's because my taste buds are better than yours." She deadpanned.

"Pssh, no the fuck it ain't."

"Language!" She exclaimed in a scolding tone. They'll definitely have to bleep that out when they post the video. Turning to the camera, she put her hands up in defense, clearing her throat. "I sincerely apologize for Suga's language to those who aren't over the PG-14 rating."

Stepping away from the camera, Jen took selfies on her phone until Namjoon photobombed her, pretending he was going to bite her.

"Well, well if it isn't Black Widow. I wonder how your blood will taste." He played his vampire persona.

"The only blood you'll be tasting is your own when I kick you into next week, pal. Now back away if you know what's good for you." She warned, playing along in a fearless tone.

"This isn't over." He went off to his next victim, which was Jungkook.

"He looks scary." Jungkook started backing away, turning to the Bangtan Bomb camera as Namjoon approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't come near me! Don't come near me!"

"Aye! Back away from him." Jennie got involved, while Jungkook hid behind her.

"Yah! Give me the boy!" Namjoon demanded.

"You'll have to go through me, first." She stared up at him, fearlessly.

"This should be a movie. Black Widow vs The Vampire, in theaters October 31st. Catch the sneak peek on BangtanTV." Jimin looked on while Jen and Namjoon shared a laugh.

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After they headed back to the dorm, Jen laid on top of Yoongi, as the both of them napped on the couch.

"They still sleeping??" Jimin looked on, watching them.

Recently, Yoongi and Jennie had become each other's napping partners. He enjoyed how she was easy to sleep next to and didn't irritate him while he slept.

"Have they even moved? It's been an hour." Jungkook questioned as he watched them.

"Let's mess with them." Jimin slyly suggested with an evil giggle, rubbing his hands together.

"I'm in!" Tae answered while Jungkook and Hobi also agreed.

"Your funeral," Namjoon replied nonchalantly and went back on his phone.

Hobi took out his phone and began recording as he and the Maknae line slowly made their way to the sleeping pair.

"This just in, we've found two species. The Suga and the Jen." Jimin commentated. "Two species who are dedicated to naps."

"Jen's weakness?" Hobi inquired.

"Smarties," Jungkook answered precisely.

"Suga's weakness?" Jimin asked.

"Unknown," Tae answered. "What will happen when we attempt to wake them? What we will do may be dangerous. If you see a Suga and a Jen, prepare for anything."

"Indeed. We have yet to find out what will happen if their slumber is interrupted." Jungkook added

Hearing giggles and chatter, Jen frowned at the noise. Suddenly she felt a rumble from Yoongi's chest.

"Leave us the fuck alone!" His sudden shout made Hobi yelp in fear and he ended up dropping his phone, while Jimin grabbed it to continue recording.

"MAY DAY! MAY DAY! THEY HAVE AWAKENED!" Jimin hollered.

Jen let out a sigh of irritation because of the loud noise, murmuring to Yoongi, "You want me to hurt them?"

"Yeah. That'll be great. I'll join in." He gently pushed her off him and got off the couch. Jen stretched out her arms in the air and got off the couch, too.

"Uh oh, they're awake!" Jungkook shouted.

"Take cover!" Tae yelled as he and the rest of the guys scattered around the living room, keeping their distance.

Turning their heads to each other, Jen asked Yoongi while putting her hair in a bun, "Who do you want to kill?"

"I'll take Jimin and Hobi." Yoongi responded in a dark tone, cracking his knuckles.

A loud gulp was heard from Hobi when his frightened eyes met Yoongi's glare. Screaming at the top of their lungs when Yoongi began to run after them, Hobi and Jimin jumped around the furniture and into one of the bedrooms.

"Tae and Kook it is." She dashed after them, ignoring their screams and yells. "Yeah, you better run!"

"Any mess you make, you're cleaning it up! Don't break anything!" Jin shouted from the kitchen. 

Namjoon shook his head, putting in his earphones. Even with the earphones, he could hear crashing noises, groans of pain, screaming and yelling. 

"These kids..." He said, hearing the yells from the four pranksters, as well as Hobi's loud screeching. 

"I TOLD you to not mess with my napping!" Jen yelled

"Now you four fucked up!" Yoongi shouted as the four pranksters started pleading for mercy.

"I learned my lesson! I learned my lesson!"

"Please! Have mercy!"

"Y-Yoongi I thought we were cool!"

"Spare me! I'm innocent!"

"After all that I've done for you, Jennie!?"

"I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"

"Go away!"

"After all that we've been through!?"

"J-Jennie what are you doing with that pillow!?"

"Yoongi, don't strangle him, please!"

"What are you about to do with that pillow!"

"She's trying to suffocate him! Help Taehyung!"

"Ow! That hurt Yoongi!"

"MOMMY!"

The two of them see Hobi desperately attempting to crawl out of the room. "Please...Jin...Namjoon...help us! I beg of you-AHHHHHHH~" He screamed as he was dragged back into the room by Yoongi.

Yoongi slammed the door shut as Jin and Namjoon heard Hobi scream, "No! No, please! I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"

Raising a brow at the violent noises, Jin murmured, "Oh my..." Turning to Namjoon, he asked, "Should we be concerned?"

"Nah. They brought this on themselves. They'll know next time." Namjoon nonchalantly replied. After five minutes, Yoongi and Jen get back on the couch and nap, in the living room, like nothing happened. "Should I check on them, or should you?"

Jin let out a sigh. "I'll get the first aid kit."

Heading into one of the rooms, he found the four boys, battered, groaning in pain and clutching their most aching areas, like their heads and stomachs.

"Now what have we learned today?" Jin smiled. "This is what you get for playing around with the wrong people at the wrong time."

----

When it was finally her birthday, Jen checked her blown up notifications of birthday messages from fans, which put a smile on her face.

'You are such a great person, you make my day! I love you!'

'Thank you for sharing your talent with us. You're one of a kind in BTS! Thanks for showing us girls out there to stay happy and confident'

'Munchkin~ thank you for making me smile every time I see you!'

'Please keep being who you are! Don't ever change for anybody!

'Have a wonderful day!'

'Happy birthday to this beautiful girl!'

'Sending love from Europe!'

'Brazil loves you!'

'Come back to America!!'

'Shouting out happy birthday from America! Hope you come back home soon!'

'Stay smiling!!'

'You always catch my attention in BTS, I will always be a fan!'

'I want you to know how loved you are!'

'So thankful for this girl's existence'

'Stay healthy and don't overwork yourself!'

'Huge inspiration!'

'I'm your biggest fan!'

'Happy birthday to my bias!'

'Happy birthday to my bias wrecker who turns from cute to sexy in three seconds!'

'Happy birthday to the girl with the curls representing the curls!!'

'My baby!!'

'So happy with how far you've come!'

'She's really growing up. I'm so proud of her!'

It was positive messages like that, that gave her a boost of confidence and happiness to continue to work hard. Heading out of her room, she was greeted by the guys helping Jin create a special birthday breakfast for her, blueberry pancakes.

As soon as they saw her, they shouted 'Happy Birthday' and mob her with hugs as she laughed. "Thanks, guys!"

"A chair for the birthday girl." Namjoon pulled out the chair and she sat down.

After the birthday breakfast, Jimin pointed to the front door when they heard the doorbell ring. "I wonder who could that be!" He made his way to the door. When he opened it, a Hello Kitty mascot skipped inside.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" The guys shouted, getting hyped out while Jennie widened her eyes, looking stunned. The mascot started dancing around as she started to laugh, standing up to hug Hello Kitty.

"All right, whose idea was this?" Jen asked with amazement as she looked on at the cuteness.

"I told the guys how much you like Hello Kitty. So, we planned this. Also, got you some Hello Kitty merch." Yoongi revealed, pointing to the gifts in the living room.

"You guys are really something else, you know that? Thank you, this is perfect." She beamed. 

Dancing around with Hello Kitty and taking photos with her, Jen and the rest of the members had a great morning.

Later, in the afternoon, Namjoon knocked on her door. After waiting a few moments, Jen opened her door to have an envelope greet her face.

"One last gift." Namjoon smiled.

"What's this?"

"Open it and see."

Gesturing for him to come into her room, they sat on her bed as he anticipated her reaction. As soon as she opened it, she saw plane tickets. Her stomach dropped when she noticed the destination.

LA.

Snapping her head up at him, she grabbed onto him. "LA!?"

"There's a note. Check it out." He let out a chuckle.

'I told your ass that you would be coming to me in America, or I would come see you in Korea! Pack your bags, girl! You're invited to my album party! I missed you! Can't wait to see ya!'- Angelina :P

Tears began to form in her eyes as she wiped them away.

"I know you miss her. She misses you too. Go see her. I know it'll boost your spirits." He mentioned.

"How'd you know I was feeling bummed?"

"I'm the leader, I notice things. You can always talk to me, you know that right? Anything that's on your mind. I'm here. Just call me and I'll be there."

"Thank you." She hugged him tight.

"Get ready, I'll come with you to the airport."

"Okay!"

They both got off her bed as Namjoon headed to her door. Turning back around to face her, he spoke up, "One more thing. Can you...can you tell Angelina that I like her rapping? Her speed and flow are incredible. I'd like to collab with her if she is cool with it."

"Hand me your phone."

He heard her demand and took it out of his pocket. After watching her type something, she handed it back.

"Tell her yourself." She said with a soft tone.

Looking back down at his phone, his eyes widened at the fact that Jennie keyed in Angelina's number on his phone. "I-I dunno what to say."

"You can start by, hey, this is Rap Monster. Jennie gave me your number. I think your rapping is dope, would you like to collab?' Or something of that nature. You'll figure out something."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he shyly replied, "Ah, I dunno..."

"Trust me, she'll be happy to see that you hit her up. She thinks, and I quote, you're sexy, anyway."

His interest increased at her sudden statement. "Oh really?" He started to grin to himself, raising a brow. "What else did she say?"

Amused at his mood change, she shook her head. "You can find that on your own, buddy. You're the one who has her number."

"S-so do you!"

"Goodbye, Namjoon. Let me pack." She playfully pushed him out of her room.

After packing up, she continued to look around in the kitchen for her stash of smarties. "Hey, Namjoon? Have you seen my bag of smarties? It was in the cabinet. The jumbo ones."

"About that..." Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "I tried a couple and they weren't that bad. I moved them, though."

Rolling her eyes, Jen shrugged. "Of course, you did. Where are they?"

"Currently in my stomach as we speak."

Dropping her amused smile, she dropped her jaw. "You ate all my smarties!?"

"N-now listen-"

"Why!?"

"I-"

"Why!?"

"I'll buy you some more!"

"Oh, my gosh, what am I gonna snack on, during the plane ride?"

"When you go to America, you can buy all the smarties you want?" He chuckled hesitantly.

"I'm so over you."

After the anticipated plane ride, Jen arrived in LA with her agent, Diana. As soon as they both arrived, they were greeted by a mob of fans, screaming and having their phones out, filming.

"What the." She paused and looked around. "What? What the heck is going on?"

"Fans sat here for hours to see you arrive," Diana informed her.

"...they can't be all here for me, right? Was there another celeb on board?"

"Only you, Jen."

Still in shock, she decided to approach the fans. "Aye! What up, what up!?"

All she could hear was more screams and cheers as they called out her name. From I love yous, to Welcome Back to America, it was touching. After taking selfies and accepting some gifts from the fans, she made her way to the car with Diana.

Watching the fans try to follow them, she murmured, "This is friggin crazy, man."

So, this is how it's going to be from now on? Maybe this won't be too bad in the future.

The car ride to Angelina's mansion where she and her family lived, went quicker than expected as Jen rushed to take her seatbelt off.

"Slow down!" Diana let out a laugh as she made her way out of the car.

"BABE!" Jen heard a loud scream and got tackled down to the ground. 

She grunted loudly as her back hit the ground. Opening her eyes, she saw Angelina squeezing her to death as tears formed in her eyes.

"ANGIE!"

"I missed you so damn much!"

When they finally got back on their feet, Angelina pulled her back in for a tight hug while Jen tightly wrapped her arms around her. Pulling away, Jen tried to control her tears.

"Stop crying! You gonna make me cry, again, damn it!" Angelina wiped Jen's tears away. Stepping away from her, she took a good look at the 17 year old. "Look at you, getting all beautiful and thick. Your butt is bigger!" She poked it.

"Aye! No touchy!"

Letting out a laugh, she grabbed her hand and took her inside. "You and I have some extreme catching up to do."

"Where's the rest of the fam?"

"My mom is shopping. Dad is working, and my little brother is in his room gaming."

"Jennie!" They heard the 13 year old boy as he ran over to them.

"Ah, speakin' of the devil," Angelina said while Jen was hugged by her younger brother. "Still got a crush on my friend, Ty?"

"N-no! Shut up!" Tyrone pulled away and tried to punch her.

"Aye! Who are you swingin' at, little boy?!"

Jennie giggled at their play fighting. Tyrone took a liking to Jennie when Angelina first introduced her to him when they were back in Amity. He thought she was pretty and her smiles always got him to act giddy.

After the 19 year old beat her younger brother, sitting on top of him as he tapped out, Angelina took Jennie to her room, where she'll be sleeping over. Locking the door so Tyrone wouldn't interrupt their girl talk, Angelina sat by her desk.

Jen on the other hand, fell back on her bed, sighing at the comfort.

"You 'ight, girl?"

"Jetlagged." Jen confessed.

"Sorry for dragging you to LA."

"No, I'm happy to be here. I just realized that my body can't run 24/7. I'm exhausted, constantly on the go. I need to take better care of myself."

"Please make sure you do. Don't overwork yourself, girl. So! I wanna know errthing! How's the group? How's Namjoon?"

"Hahaha, you're so eager to know about Namjoon's well being, huh?" Jennie sat up with a smile. "He's doing great. And so are the rest of the members."

"Glad to hear that. You look so happy with them. I'm glad you left and moved on. So, Miss 17, how do you feel now that you're older? I can't believe you're about to be legal next year! I can't wait for you and I to start partying together."

"I honestly don't feel any different. Maybe once I'm 18, it'll hit me."

"What's it like for you in K-Pop?"

"Well, recently, I have been seeing that people criticize me for not looking like your ideal idol. And I'm over here like, I wasn't aware that you had to look a certain way to be in this industry. I have my own style and want to continue breaking boundaries."

"Good, continue that."

"I think I'm doing well to maintain being myself. For our recent comeback, I'm happy that I've been getting more recognition."

"Girl! Let me tell you, when I saw that music video, I was like, no way is that my Jennie, all grown up. You did that, girl. That music video was fire. BTS has great music."

"Thanks, girl! The only thing is, I hope the recent recognition for me is not because I'm acting sexier. I want to be noticed for my talents, not my sex appeal on stage, y'know? As they say, sex sells but I don't want that for myself. I don't want to be portrayed that way."

Angelina nodded, agreeing with her statement as she listened to her continue.

"The dances for our comebacks get intense every time. It's a challenge, but I'm loving every second of it."

"God, I friggin' love you. Your high spirit in the group makes me happy that you're continuing to perform. I totally gotta see you in concert."

"Well Miss 19, tell me about the rapping career!"

"I can't believe I got this far man...it's...it's a blessing, y'know? My life is so crazy now. I'm blessed to have supporters like you and my family in my life. You guys keep me in check, helping me to move forward. And now my first anticipated album reveal party is on the 14th. I'm so nervous."

"How many songs are there?"

"13."

"Who did you collab with?"

"Most of them are just me but I did manage to get Drake in one of my songs."

"No friggin' way! Angie! That's amazing!"

"He's so chill. He'll be at the party. I'll introduce you to him."

"S-seriously? THE Drake? He's coming to the party?"

"Mm hm! It's gonna be lit! I hope I can collab with Nicki soon. Wanna get a sneak peek at the songs?"

"Hell yeah!"

-----

On November 14th, Jen and Angelina were in the limo, on their way to the event. Jen wore a white two piece dress, while Angelina wore a black two piece dress with spaghetti straps.

"Ready, girl?" Angelina beamed.

"You know it."

When the limo door opened, they both stepped out, immediately greeted by paparazzi, interviewers and fans as they stood behind the red VIP ropes. Linking arms, they began to walk, waving at everyone. As they walked down the red carpet, the two of them took photos together, as they heard the paparazzi shout about two former Amity members staying in touch and still being friends.

After the photos, they're stopped for interviews.

"Jennie, how do you feel supporting your former bandmate, Angelina, in her solo career?"

She was asked as she smiled brightly. "I'm so proud of this girl. I knew she was going to make it big when I first heard her rap. I'm ecstatic!"

"I love this girl, right here. I'm so happy she's here with me, today." Angelina hugged her from the side.

"What makes your friendship with each other so special?" They were asked.

"Y'know, honestly, no matter how far we are from each other, whenever we're in different countries, we'll always be friends and keep in touch. We recently got back in touch while I stayed in America and she went to Korea. Shout out to BTS by the way!"

"Jennie, will we be seeing a solo from you, anytime soon?"

Shaking her head, Jen replied, "Nah, no solos from this one. Right now, I'm 100% focused on group songs."

"I hope she solos one day, though. I'll be waiting." Angelina nudged her.

"Will you two be collabing together in the future?"

"Never say never~" Angelina wiggled her eyebrows while Jen winked.

After heading inside the venue, Angelina made her way to the stage, greeting the crowd and giving her welcoming speech, revealing her first album, called, Angie. It was finally out on iTunes and will be in stores the next day. After the reveal, she performed one of her singles, which happened to be with Drake, which got everyone hyped. After their performance, Angelina brought Drake right over to Jen.

"This is my girl, Jennie." Angelina presented

Butterflies filled Jen's stomach as she smiled, trying to act as calm as possible. "Hi! It's nice to finally meet you!" She managed to say, starting off in a shaky tone.

"How you doin', girl?" He politely greeted her, kissing her hand. Jen let out a nervous giggle from his charm.

"I'm trying not to freak out in front of you. Can I have a hug?"

Angelina laughed at her nervousness while he happily accepted her request.

'Oh mah god, it's Drake!' Jen mouthed to Angelina as she wrapped her arms around him.

Whatever cologne he was wearing, it smelled nice.

'I know! Score!' Angelina mouthed at her.

"Jennie is very talented in singing," Angelina added.

"Oh really?" Drake turned to Jen.

"Ah, it's nothing special." Jen tried to deny it.

"Hey, maybe you two can collab, one day? Heck, even the three of us, one day. Have you heard her voice?" Angelina beamed.

"Sing a little, let me hear what you got." Drake gestured.

Jen looked at Angelina in shock, while she laughed at her reaction. Letting out a breath, she decided to sing a little bit of Alicia Keys. After singing, she smiled shyly while he nodded in approval.

"Damn, girl. That was tight."

"Really? That means a lot, coming from you. Thank you."

"She's so in denial, I swear." Angelina shook her head. As the three of them take a photo together, Jen posted the photo on Instagram and on the BTS Twitter, tweeting, 'SHOOKED! So proud of you Angie! I love you!'

After hanging with Drake, the two friends heard the paparazzi shout, "Amity! Amity! Over here!"

"The hell?" Angelina turned to the entrance with Jennie to find Hailey, Trinity and Layla strolling in. "Oh hell no. Why the hell are these bitches here?" She looked on in disgust, making her way to them with Jennie.

Jen exhaled and frowned at the situation. Of course, they would be here.

"What are you three doing here?" Angelina asked in a not so polite tone. 

Before any of the three members could respond, they started to get photos taken.

"All five members are here! Can we have a reunion photo!?" They hear the paparazzi shout

"Come on, just like old times." Hailey smiled sweetly. Jen could see right through it as she put on a fake smile for the cameras.

"Angelina! Jennie! Are you going to be rejoining Amity?" They asked.

"Nope!" Angelina and Jen answered immediately.

"That's just too bad. Well, you're always welcome to rejoin." Layla replied.

"I don't want to go to jail for murdering your leader. So, I think it's a wise choice for me to not rejoin." Angelina warned.

After the dreadful photo op, all members of Amity stand in a secluded area to talk without any cameras.

"Wow..." Angelina looked at Hailey up and down. "You got some serious balls to show up here unannounced. And you two are followers. The hell do you think you are?"

"Ouch. That's how you greet us?" Trinity asked.

"I know. The animosity is hilarious." Layla snickered.

"I just came to give my kudos to you and your album. Is that so wrong? And Trin and Lay wanted to tag along." Hailey answered.

"Yep because you're here to promote yourself and steal my spotlight like you always do. Don't you got something better to do?" Angelina spat.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Hailey turned her attention to Jennie and smiled. "Hello, Jennie, long time no see." She spoke in Korean.

Jen parted her lips, staring at her in bewilderment, speechless while Hailey continued to smile innocently.

Did she just speak in Korean? 

Why? 

How? 

Who taught her? What is going on?

"Wh-when did you learn Korean...?" Jen hesitantly asked.

"Oh, a long time ago. Why? Surprised?"

"Wipe that shit eatin' grin off your plastic face." Angelina spat at Hailey.

"Sorry, stupid girl," Hailey replied in Korean.

"What that bitch say?"

"She gave you a half assed apology and called you a stupid girl." Jennie translated with a frown.

"Stupid? I'll show you stupid." Angelina shouted before getting held back by Jen.

"Don't make me get a restraining order against you. Don't forget you're the one who affected my face." Hailey warned in English.

"And that plastic surgery didn't do much to your face."

"Why did you learn Korean?" Jennie inquired in a serious tone.

"That's none of your business." Hailey shrugged.

"You said learning it was a waste of time. Now how come all of a sudden you decide to learn the language? That isn't a coincidence."

"How's BTS, Jen? You should introduce me to your group! I'm dying to meet them! Let's see if I remember them correctly. There's Rap Monster...the leader that I met...Suga...J-Hope...V... Jimin...Jin...and one other...what's his name...? The handsome one. Ah, Jungkook?"

Letting out a shaky exhale to control herself, Jen stared at her with a serious expression. "Do not go near my boys." 

"Why not? I'm thinking about collaborating with one of them. Jungkook has a phenomenal voice-"

"You're not going near my best friend. That's not happening."

"Best friend, huh? That's cute. And you got friendship rings to lock it down, huh? What's the problem, Jennifer?"

"I don't feel comfortable with you around him or the rest of the members."

"You're acting paranoid."

"No, I just know you have bad intentions. Stay away from the Bangtan Boys. Got it?"

"Why? Think I might steal your spot?" She taunted

"Did you hear my girl? She said you're not going anywhere near her boyfriend!" Angelina snapped.

"He's not my boyfriend! Cut it out!" Jennie exclaimed

"Well, not yet." Angelina shrugged, earning a punch in the arm.

"Oh? Well, he is handsome. If you're not dating him, maybe I should." Hailey suggested

"HAHAHA!" Angelina laughed loudly. "You can forget it!"

As soon as Jen heard Hailey's statement, a force of protection overcame her as she stepped in front of her.

"Jungkook and I actually discussed this. Whoever he chooses to be with or has a crush on, he told me that he'll come to me, to get my opinion since he trusts my good judgment. And you are nowhere near an option. So, I would appreciate it if you stayed away from him, got it?"

"And who are you to tell me who I can and cannot be around?" Hailey raised a brow.

"Because I won't let someone like you, taint his mind or take advantage of him. Jungkook is a kind, gentle person. He's selfless, and always there when you need him. I'd do anything to keep that bright smile on his face. And I'll be damned if I have someone like you, hurt him. He deserves someone who can take care of him, love him for him and not for his looks, and cherish him. Someone who can make him happy. And you aren't that person and never will be. I won't let you treat him like some play toy for your own pleasure, tossing him aside when you're done with him.

No friggin' way, Hailey. You are not going anywhere near Jungkook or the rest of the members. Forget it. Get that stupid thought out of your head. I'm done with your shit."

Hailey started laughing. "That was adorable. Really. What a speech."

"You think this is funny?" Angelina snapped

Jen shook her head, looking at Hailey with disappointment. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"I dunno it's just really entertaining to see you freak out over stuff like this. You're easy to mess with." Hailey shrugged.

"So, you think this is a game? Let's make Jen go crazy for our pleasure?"

"Yeah, it doesn't take much to push your buttons. Especially when you choose the most personal buttons to push. I do find it enjoyable to watch you freak out and fall. I wonder how far I can go with this."

"I wonder how far my fist can go through your face."

"By all means, hit me. We're already in a public setting, anyway."

"Well, you certainly didn't have a problem throwing a drink in my face and running away afterward."

"Because I know that you're not going to do anything to me. You're scared to. Scared of the consequences. It's best if you'd stay in your lane, Jen. If you know what's good for you."

Letting out a scoff as she watched her leave with her followers, Jen crossed her arms. 

"You good? I'm about to see if I can kick her out." Angelina placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I really, really am getting tired of her shit..."

"You and me both, sister."

Later on that night, while the cameras were on all members of Amity, Hailey decided to make an announcement on camera. "Well as you know Amity has had their new album, recently." Hailey beamed while Jen and Angelina fought the urge to roll their eyes. "We have some great news for patient fans. On behalf of SongStress Entertainment, I am proud to announce that Amity will be having a world tour very soon in 2015!"

The announcement caused a lot of positive feedback while Jen and Angelina glanced at each other.

"Excuse me?" Angelina questioned. "You're really announcing this at my album party?" Her blood started to boil.

"And...we'll be touring for the first time in South Korea!"

Jen's stomach dropped as she stared at her in surprise. "You are...?"

"Yes! I wanted it to be a surprise, isn't it great?" Hailey happily asked as the cameras continued filming.

"No. It's not great." Angelina replied in a flat tone.

What the heck is going on?

After getting away from the cameras once more, Hailey approached Jen. 

"If you ever want Amity to collab with your group, lemme know."

"No."

"Think about it, Jennie. BTS could use the publicity."

"We'll earn publicity by our music. I want nothing to do with you."

"You sure? Your music isn't that good."

"The autotune in your music any better?"

"Okay, you're angry. I'll let you cool down. Tell your boys Amity will see them in Korea. I'll make sure to stop by."

"You wish."

"Just remember, Amity is better."

"Uh huh, we'll see about that." Jen waved her comment away.

After the event, Jen and Angelina are back in Angelina's room. Angelina paced around in her pajamas, still pissed off at Amity's sudden arrival.

"Yo...you have no idea how much I wanted to strangle all three of them...like are you kidding me? Are you really gonna show up to MY album event? MY event? And announce your weak ass world tour? You tried it. I should've kicked her ass."

"I'm glad you didn't hit her. I feel like she's just doing this to get a reaction out of us." Jen murmured, sitting on Angelina's bed.

"Easier said than done, right? Especially when she talked about your boys. I'm glad you stood your ground when she talked about them."

"I'm just...so protective of him and the rest of the members."

"Hey, the Bangtan Girl gotta protect the Bangtan Boys every now and then. Not just the Bangtan Boys protecting the Bangtan Girl."

Before Angelina could continue talking, she got a text message from a random number.

'Hi, this is Rap Monster from BTS. Jen gave me ur number. I think your rapping is amazing, I would love to talk with you and maybe collab with you in the future.'

"Holy shit! My night just got better!" Angelina squealed and started to become a giggling mess.

Jennie smiles to herself. 

'About time.' She thought

------

Back in Korea, Jen found herself at the school library after school, writing notes for her Honors English class. "Maybe I should've just taken a regular English..." She murmured 

The work had gotten harder, week by week with difficult books to read. But it was her favorite subject and she wanted a challenge. As she continued to have her face in her books, she heard the chair across from her being pulled out. Looking up, she saw Jungkook taking a seat.

"Hey." He grinned. "I finally remembered where you hide out."

"Ha, I don't mean to hide. I find a little solitude here, despite the constant stares and not so discrete photos and videotaping while I work."

"We can always just work at the dorm."

"I know but I like the atmosphere of libraries."

Smiling at her statement, he raised a brow. "You really like school, don't you?"

"Just English and guitar." She returned his smile and went back to her books.

Jungkook continued to watch her while she worked, admiring her work ethic. "Can I ask you something?"

"Knock yourself out, Kookie."

"I-I know you're busy with your Honors English but could you...tutor me in English?"

Placing a bookmark in her book, she closed it and met his stare. "You want me to teach you English?"

"Yes."

A smile came across her lips. "Of course, I'll teach you. Just lemme know when you want to begin." She went back to answering her homework questions in her notebook, which was due next week.

A few moments later, she felt eyes on her. She looked up, catching his stare before he shyly looked down at the table.

"N-now?"

Meeting her gaze, he nodded, revealing a cute grin across his face.

"Now."

[momoiis]

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Come in Come in Come in dareun saesangeuro

Jikyeobkiman han komineun ijae deungeul jigo

La La La La gashik eobneun naui kkotnoraero

Ha Ha Ha Ha dashineol bichi mothaedoruk

[Minzy:]

Now Let's chumeul chumeul chumeul chouyo Wanna get down

Boda kkeun kkumeul kkumeul kkumeul gwo saesangeun naemam

Daero da hal su ittgiyae kkeum jayureul euihae Tonight Tonight Oh~

[Bom:]

Nae nunbicheun bitnaneun byeol deulro

Na shimjangsogeun tae u neun jeo beulbitdo

Yeongweonhajin anhkyeatji deo irheul keon eobsji

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh OH Yeah

[hitchell-mope]

(An Understanding)

Kara (on the phone): yes. Yes Morgan. We know. Believe me. We know. Yes. Okay. Goodbye. Christ.

Mon El: what did he want now?

Kara: he wanted to make sure that we were doing everything we can to take the Luthor’s down AND that we have his company’s full cooperation.

Mon El: we that was nice of him.

Kara: yeah I suppose. Get the glasses.

Mon El: what?

Kara: Andrea’s at the door. Get the glasses please. Thanks. Andrea. What brings you here at this hour and how the hell did you know our address?

Andrea: do you still have supergirl’s ear? And does Alex still work with her?

Kara: yes and yes. But why?

Andrea: I’m in way over my head and I need help.

Mon El: Andrea. What is this about?

Andrea: they killed Russ. They could kill my father. They could kill me. I can’t go to Lillian because I want nothing to do with Lena and I need supergirl’s help.

Kara: okay. Let’s start at the beginning. Who killed who now?

Mon El: Russ was William’s friend? The one he thinks was killed by Lex?

Andrea: oh god they could kill William too.

Kara: Mike.

Mon El: Kara.

Both: could I talk to you for a moment? Thank you.

(Around the corner off the kitchenette)

Both: I think we should tell her.

Kara: why do you think we should tell her?

Mon El: I have a theory I wanna test out. Why do you think we should tell her?

Kara: if we want to help her we need to kick this crypticness in the can. Ready?

Mon El: ready.

(They remove their glasses)

Kara: Andrea. Could you c’mere please?

Andrea: yeah? Oh wow. Those nose prints go really deep.

Kara (reluctantly resisting the urge to punch Andrea in the face): open the cabinet next to the bathroom door.

(Andrea opens the cabinet. She sees the costumes. And promptly faints but gets caught by Mon El. Later on after a stiff brandy)

Mon El: take your time. It’s a lot to process all at once.

Andrea: you were there. It was you. Valor was you. Valor IS you.

Mon El: mhmm. My real name is Mon El. Final king of the deceased planet Daxam. My codename is Valor. My human alias is Mike Danvers. Formerly Matthews.

Andrea: and you. Is your name actually Kara?

Kara: actually. Yes. My real name is Kara Zor El of the House Of El from the deceased planet Krypton. One of two survivors here in earth. If the other survivor decides to tell you then you’ll know so please don’t ask. My codename is supergirl. And my human alias is Kara Danvers.

Andrea: right. Does Alex know?

Kara: yes.

Andrea: Cat knows too doesn’t she?

Mon El: yes.

Andrea: William?

Kara: no. Not yet. And you can’t tell him. He’s our friend and we want to protect our friends right?

Andrea: I won’t tell him. But I can’t stop him if he figures it out by himself.

Kara: we know. We learned that with Cat. She was like our Secret-Secret keeper. She knew but we didn’t know that she knew.

Andrea: so that’s why shr treats you better than me.

Kara: no I’m just better at my job than you are. Now. Is there anything that you wanted to tell us?

Mon El: or do you want us to guess?

Andrea: I think you might already know.

Mon El: I have a theory.

Kara: why don’t we head to the DEO so that you don’t have to repeat yourself.

Andrea: okay.

(At the DEO)

Kara: hey guys we have something to-oh shit. I thought you’d all still be in your uniforms.

Andrea: Samantha. Nia. You’re on their team?

Nia: Andrea.

Samantha: hey

Both: ummmm.

Mon El: okay the jig is up. Hey everyone. Yes. Andrea knows. We told her. She’s not like Lena. She needs our help. And that’s what we do right? We help people. There’ll be time for reintroductions later. But right now Andrea needs to tell us all something. Andrea. Go.

Andrea: they’re called Leviathan. They’ve got me on a leash. They killed my boyfriend. I need to do their bidding or they’ll kill my father. I need your help.

Kara: Brainy could you and Winn study this medallion please? Thank you. Everyone should probably get their uniforms back on then. We might be headed for a fight. Alex could we?

Alex: you heard her. Let’s get to work. I need to have a little talk with my sister and her husband.

(End of An Understanding)