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nervouscupcakeinspace · 3 years ago

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 2)

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Don't Get Charmed by shikiso

When an injured omega is found on their territory, Jungkook's instincts scream danger. He is the pack's omega, they don't need another one. Jungkook is doing a good enough job by himself, protecting the den and soothing the tension off everybody's shoulders.

Why is the pack so adamant on keeping that useless omega in ?

They have Jungkook, they don't need Hoseok.

Why can't they even see his little game ? Hoseok definitely knows how to play the scared and helpless omega. But, if he manages to trick everybody, he can't trick Jungkook. He is immune to his sweet scent and sweeter eyes.

He won't fall into his trap.

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Omega Drip by sugamongoose

Park Jimin is the kind of alpha who makes you coffee and asks about your day before reducing his partner to a crying, writhing mess on his organic cotton sheets. He doesn't even seem to care one bit that Jungkook is a broken omega who doesn't get wet when he's supposed to.

“Are you busy right now, alpha?” Jungkook asks, holding his breath in anticipation. He can already visualise getting on his knees for the smaller man, can imagine those soft-looking hands petting his hair in approval when he shows just how good his mouth is.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

Every Kind of Way by Oh_Hey_Tae

And then he realizes, quite belatedly, that he’s not supposed to be shaking the hand of the barista. Because that’s weird. And uncalled for. And really, really weird.

So Jungkook draws back his arm, grips the straps of his backpack, and promptly flees the building without a word spoken. Which is fine. Sometimes you have to get out of awkward social situations and blacklist particular cafés and adjust your route to school to avoid said café and the barista with the heart shaped face and his sweet pea scented hands. It happens.

“Jungkook-ah, meet Kim Namjoon.”

And sometimes during your bi-weekly dinner one of your good friends introduces you to said barista with the terribly soft hands who also happens to be getting his masters in social work to help underprivileged youth in inner city neighborhoods. Which is fine. This is fine. Jungkook is doing just fine.

(Or: Jungkook adores everything about Namjoon except that the man can't catch a clue.)

Here Is What I Know by Oh_Hey_Tae

There are flowers growing on Namjoon’s arm. They aren’t real flowers, of course. That would be absurd. Impossible. Ridiculous. But Namjoon spends most of his lecture on Kant watching the garden of ink bloom on his skin, beginning at his pinkie and spreading across his wrist, trickling down to his elbow, curling up and around his bicep and out of sight under the sleeve of his shirt. Irises and peonies and roses and sunflowers. The girl who’s sitting beside him is staring, and when caught, gives Namjoon a bright-eyed grin before glancing back to the board. Namjoon spots a faded smiley face inked into the skin of her thumb, what looks to be a grocery list scrawled over the back of her hand. Notes or reminders from her soulmate maybe. Soulmates. Huh. It looks like Namjoon has one of those now.

try to resist, i still want it all by exarite

At first, Namjoon doesn’t think much of him.

He looks familiar, but he’s too far away for Namjoon to really see or scent out his dynamic. He’s cute, but Namjoon's not new to cute boys either. He's far too used to handsome, and pretty, and everything in between in the industry.

But then he stands up. Namjoon's eyes catch on the swell of his belly, and every nerve in his body lights up, his mind going blank, and—

Oh, he breathes. He's pregnant.

Namjoon fucks a pregnant Jungkook.

just let me adore you by elle_O_moonchild *

Rockstar omega Jungkook has never let an alpha tie him down. He was independent, and happy, and had no need for a domineering knothead to mess up his career and lifestyle.

But powerful and wealthy alpha Namjoon only wants to spoil the pretty omega rotten.

A smitten alpha Namjoon gets a weary omega Jungkook to go on a date with him and shows him just how good they can be together…

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin

more and more and more by moonsuns

"If you haven’t had sex by the time you’re twenty, then I’ll have sex with you. That way you’ll have a guaranteed end date for your virginity.”

“Do you promise, hyung?”

"I promise."

The problem was, Seokjin never expected to be called on it.

you shouldn't give it to me (good like that) by jamaisvore

opposites in the eyes of the media, but a perfect match in each other's arms.

or: supermodel!jk x rockstar!jin

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Pull Me Under by Oh_Hey_Tae

It’s been two weeks. Hoseok has managed to survive two weeks of Kim Namjoon’s progressively darkening thighs and his cheek craters and his swooshy hair and that stupid laugh he does that makes him sound like a bleating sheep.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder. Stares. Slowly draws his gaze back to Hoseok. “Are we discussing the same man who tried to brush his teeth with sunscreen yesterday?”

“Ew, he did that?”

“Your voice says that’s disgusting but your face says you’re enamored.”

Hoseok presses his palms against his eyes until he sees colored spots. “Make it stop, hyung.”

(Or: Hoseok works at a summer resort and Namjoon is the newest lifeguard. Chaos ensues.)

fall underneath by crycoby

“Is this secretly about your huge crush on Namjoon?” Jimin asks, his fingers digging into the back of Hoseok’s neck in a way that is frankly criminal. “You know that if you like him, you’re going to have to be more direct. He doesn’t like to assume things about people and… He overthinks a lot,” he finally settles on diplomatically.

Hoseok groans, half because of the pressure and half because the idea of talking about this, about any of this, about any of the gnarled mess that is the clutch of Hoseok’s emotions in the knot of his chest, gives him hives.

hoseok could talk about his big messy feelings about namjoon, or he could talk around them instead and just hope for the best. yeah. that sounds good.

Methods of Mutual Stress Relief by Only_A_Fangirl

Hoseok cringes, “How weird would it be if I actually asked to jerk off in here with you?”

“Very,” Namjoon answers instantly.

Hoseok nods, “You can choose the porn.”

Namjoon blinks, “Are you for real?”

lyre lyre lyre by oliviacirce

Namjoo regrets every life choice that has led her here, to the hard wooden floor of this dance studio, where she's lying on her back like a beached whale.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V

the long and winding road by moonsuns

Hoseok is (basically) forced to go on vacation and leave his stressful idol life behind, at least for a little while. He wasn't expecting to find Taehyung, that's for sure. (He's glad he did, though.)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

Procurement by FlyYouFools1 (WIP) *

Seokjin and Namjoon have waited decades for a little of their own. Taehyung just wants to pay for his little brother's education.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V

Dandelion Love (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1

Taehyung is twenty-one when the word on his wrist turns ashen. The kind of love that soulmates share is forever out of reach.

(But enter one Kim Namjoon, who doesn't think the same.)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Bleeding Love by beebalm

Yoongi was already dressed and halfway to the door, nothing but a dry chuckle and a See you around when Namjoon asked for his number.

It's not that Namjoon is hurt Yoongi only ever wanted him for a one night stand. And he doesn't have a crush. He just wishes they didn't have to keep seeing each other all the time.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

but i want it anyway by ameliabedelias *

Park Jimin’s roommate goes to study abroad for a semester. Kim Namjoon takes over the lease.

only lingering around you by moonsuns

“I don't. I mean...this is going to sound awkward, but I’m...not really looking for a relationship right now.”

Namjoon considers, for a moment, elaborating and telling Jimin about everything with Hoseok, but there wouldn't be any point in that. And also, Namjoon is pretty sure that Jimin doesn't care about any of that anyway.

And he's right. At this, Jimin outright laughs. It isn’t a mean laugh, but Namjoon is pierced by the sound anyway. “Who said anything about a relationship, or even feelings? It’s just sex.”

Or, Namjoon and Jimin are friends with benefits.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

운명 (Fate) (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1

Yoongi is part of that three percent population left without a soulmate word. It doesn't matter if he falls in love, because love isn't meant for people like him.

(Then he meets Seokjin.)

candy on my lips (part of the just desserts series) by moonbabie

Anonymous advice columnist and baby bi Kim Sujin meets queer club president Min Yoonji, and does the following: writes some cheesy advice columns, cuts her hair, and figures out her shit. (aka a queer romcom meets emotional constipation, self-discovery, and clueless wlw)

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

pull me closer in the backseat of your rover by moonsuns

Jimin had just wanted to get off. He didn't think he'd end up with a boyfriend at the end of it all.

Or, another friends with benefits AU.

Nip & Bloom by sugamongoose (WIP) *

The year is 2021, and yet traditional and oppressive views of alpha/omega relations run rampant in the Korean society. Unmated Park Jimin is placed in a government programme which pairs delinquent omegas with support mates to make them more comfortable in their submission. Jimin’s alpha for six months turns out to be Min Yoongi, a tiny music producer who wears fuzzy sweaters, and who won’t stop talking about his kitten Holly.

“You look like an omega,” Jimin blurts out. The strange alpha flashes him a smile that reveals the pink of his gums. “Is that something you prefer? I saw your file, and it said you identify as queer.” “Oh, you looked at my file just to see if I like to fuck other omegas? Knot swelling yet?”

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

indiscentsible by cloudyworld *

Jungkook had been a little disappointed when, after all the build-up and speculation, he'd presented as a beta. Betas are great! They play an important role in society: level-headed, big-picture thinkers, the solid foundation that holds everyone together. But that pull of instinct that comes with being an alpha or omega, the feeling of belonging... He was crushed at the thought he might never get to have that.

In a pack with three alphas and three omegas already, presenting beta was a gift; Jungkook learns to see that too.

Precious Mettle by glitterandgilt (WIP) *

Jin loved his nest. He'd built it very carefully from the ground up. Spent centuries on selecting the individuals he wanted to spend the rest of his immortal life with. He was proud of his nest and protected it with a possessive love that rivaled a dragon's guard on their trove.

Jin didn't get the chance to go through that evaluation process with his newest treasure. But he would never let it go.

When Jin's blood is stolen and used to sire a new fledgling, Jin has two choices: to ignore the strands of magic binding him to his new childe, or to lay claim to another jewel for his collection. He chooses the latter and drags his entire nest into a situation none of them were anticipating.

Kim's Seven by Gobi17 (WIP) *

Jungkook, 17 year old YouTuber, is in awe of the 6 hot boys who have adopted him online.

Bangtan are a dangerous group of vigilantes who seize the opportunity to kidnap the stepson of their latest target.

Found Kin by Adaptive_Artist (WIP)

Jungkook is starving. Food doesn't make anything better, and his teeth ache like someone is hammering on them. He thought he was cursed. Turns out he's a hatchling kin, and is now the precious baby of the renowned Kim nest. He's also growing little fangs.

Huh.

love bites (series) by feraljk (WIP)

Summary from the first fic:

newly-turned vampire jungkook still has a lot to learn, but his hyungs are there to help him. taehyung enlists yoongi and jin to teach the fledgling how to teethe and helps him discover how much of a bonding activity teething can be.

or: trans koo and tae teeth on their hyungs and also come

Isn't it lovely? (all alone) by hopefully2020

At age eighteen, all citizens are given a concentration that will determine their fields of study. A small empty square on their wrist will gain a color corresponding to their skill set. Everyone’s fear is that their square color is black, meaning they are destined for a life of crime. When Jungkook turns eighteen, he waits anxiously for his square to gain color, only to be presented with a blank square. He is shunned by his family, having to struggle through high school while trying to figure out what to do for the rest of his life. Jungkook's life gets flipped upside down on the day of his twenty-first birthday when the store he works at is robbed with Jungkook at the cash register. Fearing for his life he believes he is going to die, only to be saved by a figure in black with a mask covering his face. To make things even worse, Jungkook suddenly becomes the target of one of the largest drug syndicates, solely because of his new connection to his savior and five other men who turn out to be the biggest crime lords in Seoul. What happens then, you ask? Well, then the blank world Jungkook always saw starts to drip with black, just a little bit.

blueberry peaches (a serendipitous summer) by elle_O_moonchild (WIP)

Jungkook spends a life changing summer working at a beachside car wash and meets 6 new lovers who change his heart and life forever.

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Falling For an Alien From Amalthea 5 by Pyotr_Keats78 (WIP)

Jungkook has been in and out of the hospital for years with various medical problems. Eventually, his heart becomes so weak that no human medicine can save him. Believing he will die never having come out as trans to anyone, he gives up. That is until his brother Jimin tells him, “You have two choices, Jungah: you can stay here in this hospital and get high every day until your heart fails you, or you can go to Amalthea, grow a parasite, and live.”

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

Mentoring on Marsa by FlyYouFools1

Jungkook comes to the planet Marsa after being promised a full scholarship to Marsa National University. When the scholarship falls through, his academic advisor gives him the number for a mentoring service for newly stranded omegas on Marsa. With rent due, no way home, and no success in finding a job, Jungkook calls the number. The organization sends him Min Yoongi, a fellow omega who's been living on Marsa for 8 years. Yoongi teaches him how to survive. Jungkook's first attempt at survival is alpha couple Jimin and Taehyung.

Features: Yoongi doing his best to teach Jungkook how to manage handsy alphas, handsy alphas (like all of them are touchy) taking liberties with omega protagonists, and my best attempt at writing problematic but entertaining sex. A lot of fluff too, actually. The alphas are fluffy as hell with the omegas, and pamper them a lot, even though their actual behavior is wrong.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

November (series) by cuttothequickk

Summary from the first fic:

Sometimes, Jeongguk gets so lonely he doesn't even feel alone anymore. He's practicing, and he's very good at it. Loneliness. Being alone. It's blustery cold, and the leaves are falling from the branches of trembling trees, and Jeongguk is alone in a big city, shivering without a jacket, trying desperately to keep himself warm.

There is no one, and then there is someone. Two someones. The lovely winter boys from Daegu, Taehyung and Yoongi, opposites and equals, so loving and in love.

It would be ridiculous, really, if Jeongguk didn't fall for them, too.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

how, or when, or from where by moonsuns

“Stop calling it my quest,” Namjoon whines, and Hoseok laughs.

“You’re the one that said it first.”

“I was drunk.”

“Well, the bad thing about going out with people, is that you can’t take back the stupid shit you said when you were drunk. Especially when they’re way less drunk than you.”

Or, after Namjoon almost dies, he decides to go on a quest to live his best life, and takes Yoongi and Hoseok along for the ride.

(* Personal favorites)

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 1

#bts fic rec #my fic recs #mine #koobi #jikook #namkook #jinkook #namseok #vhope #namjin #taejoon #namgi #minimoni #yoonjin #yoonmin #ot7 #bts poly #bts

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alltoolewis · 3 years ago

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A9 with TAA P please

The new normal- Trent Alexander-Arnold

Prompts: “I don’t even know you even more” “don’t raise your fucking voice at me!

Summary- You and Trent are childhood sweethearts, however ever since his recent success with Liverpool, he starts to forget where he came from...

(Disclaimer: I know Trent is nothing like this in real life it is just for the story. In reality he seems like a big sweetheart.. so Trent fans please don’t come at me for making a dick... Thank you!)

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Do you ever feel like your grieving for a person that is still alive? There still here in person but a part of them have gone, and your just sat there missing that one part of them that you loved so much, wondering if it will ever come back or if you have to settle for the ghost of it.... Well that’s how you feel as you looked at Trent, sat in the corner of the room as he continued to yell over the phone about his brand new trainers not getting delivered on time, fixing his tie that costs more than your whole bank account.

“Right get up then! Your making us late, just sat there...” He huffs, as he walks straight pass you, already out the door before you even have a chance to get up. The old Trent, your Trent, the one you fell in love with, would of been stood there, outstretched hand as he apologises for making you wait, walking you out the door as he opens the car door for you like your his queen, but this wasn’t your Trent anymore...

You and Trent were childhood sweethearts, everyone around Liverpool knew just how loved up you both were, seeing it from when you both were only 10 years old, when you both were both just clueless children who didn’t even know what love was. After years of friendship he finally confessed how he felt on your 15th birthday, telling you how he finally knew what love was, wanting you to attend every match of his with his name printed on the back of your red t-shirt, until he retires and you have a family of your own, being able to take your own children to there own football matches. And that’s what you did, sacrificing every event in your life so you can stand in a sea of red, the words ‘Alexander-Arnold’ proudly on your back as you watched him achieve everything he said he would. However, somewhere along the way, parts of him started to fade and chip away, the once homegrown Trent who would make sure to spend every spare minute with his family, who gave so much to his community, visiting your old school and hanging round with old pals as you chatted about the good old days, Turned into a society controlled stranger, using any spare time to go out with his new ‘friends’ getting drunk and talking about how amazing his life is, stuck in front of PS5 as you just turned into his own personal delivery service, getting him everything he needed and fulfilling all his sexual needs when he needed it. It was getting exhausting, the life he once promised was just a fairy tale.. it was just a bunch of lies to keep someone vulnerable and young from seeing the real reality...

So here you were again, playing the role of the happy wag, as you walked alongside him at yet another useless event where the rich just give money to the rich! Much rather being at home, cuddled up on the sofa as a film you’ve watched too many times blocked out the sound of softs falling from your lips, but no, you were in a fancy hall with people who couldn’t give two shits whether you were here or not, hair tied up so tight you felt as though your eyes were gonna fall out, following around your boyfriend like a lost sheep.

“Hi mate!” Trent cheered as he pulled his ‘friend’ in a hug, laughter falling from his lips as they chatted about his recent win. Jealousy racing through your veins as you watched his ‘friend’ get his laughter and hugs, something that you have been missing for months!

“So what’s your missus’s name again” His friend grunted, looking over Trent’s shoulder to still see you stood there fiddling with your fingers, looking lost as ever.

“I’m (y/n)-”

“She was just leaving” Trent hissed, as he turned to face your pale face, embarrassment flooding your body as his irritated eyes met your tearful ones.

Stuttering you stepped towards him, reaching out to grip his hand.

“But Tre-”

“I said you were leaving! SO GO!” His voice echoed the hall, horrified eyes staring at the two of you as he commands you to leave, heart breaking as you search for your old Trent in his anger-filled hazel eyes, finding nothing but disgust and clouds of hatred.

“I-I’m so-sorry I’ll see y-you- at home” You strutted as you turned on your blistered heel, eyes following you every move as single tear drop hits the ground, as you braced the cold, not only from the September winds but also the man you use to love.

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The hours ticked by as you waited for your ‘lover’ to return. What should be with eagerness and excitement was filled with dread and fear. Heart twisting as you heard the front door slam shut, angry footsteps filling the room as he finds your exhausted state, eyes barely open as your cheeks were stained red from the tears you cried earlier that night.

“What was that?” Trent growled, standing in front of you as his anger only getting worst as you refuse to look at him “FUCKING LOOK AT ME (Y/N)!!…”

With every strength in your body, you stood up! Looking him straight in his eyes as you repeat the words you’ve been meaning to say. “Don’t fucking raise your voice at me!!”

“(y/n)-”

“NO!” you yelled, tears falling down your cheeks, as you stepped closer to the stranger in front of you. “You do not get to yell at me! You don’t get to blame me for our relationship falling! I am not the embarrassment in our relationship you are!” You spat, Trent’s eyes going wide as he listens to your outburst, in your whole 8 years of dating you have not once raised your voice at him. “I’m tired Trent... so fucking tired of you using me as your maid or your sex worker, and the minute I suck you off or bring you your dinner, you ignore... IGNORE ME!! do you know how I tired I am.... If you don’t love me anymore tell me... don’t yell at me... just tell me know... just say the words” you plead.

However his blank face continued to stare back at you, a part of him withered with shock and the other part of him not knowing what to exactly say to you. He did love you, he cared so much about you... just not in the same way he did when you were both 17, the only reason why he never told you was because he didn’t want to break you... but as he stared into your tearful eyes he realised by holding his feeling back, he’s hurt you 10 times more...

“nothing..” You strutted, stepping away from him as he lightly shakes his head, sitting back down on the once warm couch as his body filled with guilt.

“I don’t even know you anymore Trent” you whispered, voice cracking as you left the room. Leaving him for the first time in this large room as he heard the bedroom door slam shut, realising that he has one and truly just lost you, and it’s his fault.

#trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold blurb

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hongcherry · 4 years ago

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Warning Signs || jjk | 3

“Spider-Man is a beacon of hope for most residents in Seoul; although, it causes you to feel a little useless to society. With determination to be a change in the world like your masked boyfriend, you find yourself involved in a secluded organization meant to eradicate underground gangs. However, you find yourself deeper than you expected—leaving Jungkook trying to discover who this ‘new you’ is alone.”

⚠️ Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader

⚠️ Rating/Genre: PG-13; Action, crime, angst, light fluff, established relationship, SBaFL au, Marvel au

⚠️ Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, faux fighting/training (This probably doesn’t need to be listed, but just in case physical fighting is a trigger for some people...)

⚠️ Word count: 6.7k

⚠️ Author’s Note: Nothing major has happened so far, but it’s coming! Promise! ^-^ Also, this Jungkook... *winks*

⚠️ Beta: @hoebii (Thank you for supporting me!)

⚠️ Taglist: @jobetspot, @gukssunshinerecs, @shatzkrinslinzki // [CLOSED]

SBaFL au | main masterlist

↞ swing backward | ws mp | swing forward ↠

The sound of skin hitting skin and harsh grunting filled the bare-walled room. You sat on the bench as you watched K and Hoseok practice their fighting techniques. Their movements were deft and nimble; it was mesmerizing to watch. They moved fluidly as they kept their eyes on the other’s movement. It was almost as if watching a choreographed dance.

“Have you had some practice yet?” Seokjin asked as he took the seat next to you. You instantly moved away from him, causing him to sigh. Nonetheless, he stayed where he was. He turned his attention to the two men for a moment before looking back at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he said slowly. “I’ll let you beat the shit out of me for practice,” he paused, “Well, that is if you can.”

His voice was taunting as he spoke to you. Your eyes narrowed on him as he stood up. He leisurely walked to the second mattress in the room, hoping you were trailing behind him. When you didn’t follow him, he called out, “C’mon, you’ve kicked me in the balls before. I’m sure you can do it again.”

Your face grew hot at his sudden outburst. Your eyes shifted to the other two to see if they heard, but it seemed like they were too focused on each other to listen to you and Seokjin. He quirked an eyebrow at you in amusement when he caught the soft flush of your cheeks. You weren’t going to tell him that was an accident and purely out of luck. Still, you made your way to the mat. You supposed it would be good practice and being able to take down Seokjin would be a plus.

“Have you had any experience?” He questioned as he took his stance in the middle of the mat after removing his shoes. You hesitantly stepped up as you shook your head, following his lead and discarding your shoes beforehand.

“Don’t we need to… I don’t know... Gear up?” You were completely clueless when it came to fighting. You weren’t even sure how you got away with the small attacks you did at the arcade or in the barn. You guessed adrenaline kicked in and after watching all 15 seasons of Supernatural, you mimicked what you could remember. Seokjin laughed, amused by your inexperience, and shook his head.

“Maybe when we focus more on the technical aspect. For now, I just want you to move your body. Let’s see what you’re capable of,” he replied and positioned his legs in a sturdy second position to the side.

“Not much,” you muttered under your breath as you mirrored his stance.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” he said before his gaze hardened. The second Jin reached for you, you moved away. The movement you made was sloppy and you easily lost your balance with the quick motion. Jin followed you, throwing a punch toward your face that you barely dodged—feeling the air from the punch against your cheek.

“I thought you said you were going to go easy,” you exasperated and shuffled your body away from him.

“I am,” Jin replied blatantly, swinging a leg and knocking you off balance. You fell on your back with a thud, the air knocked out of your lungs at the unexpected action. Your eyes snapped up at Jin who stood over your form; there was a hint of a sly smile on his plump lips.

“That was going easy?” You asked incredulously, trying to catch your breath. Jin shrugged, holding out a hand to help you get up. You ignored it and stood up without his assistance.

“Maybe you should start her off with the boxing gloves,” Hoseok said when he caught sight of your fall. You brushed off the back of your legs and shook your head.

“Let’s go again,” you replied stubbornly. Hoseok was about to protest but Jin nodded and got in position before any words could leave Hobi’s heart-shaped lips.

Your eyes narrowed on his shoulders as you waited for them to shift. Your first doge was successful. When he swung a hook from the other side, you lifted an arm—blocking his attack. Although it was a little too late and your own arm bumped your head from Jin’s momentum, it was still successful. Jin smiled at your action and tried to kick you off your feet. This time, you were aware of it and moved to the side. When his legs landed in a wide lunge, you lifted your own leg and tried to swing it up at his crotch. However, he had expected the movement and grabbed your extended leg before it could go any higher. In a swift moment, he adjusted his stance and lifted your leg up, tugging your other foot from under you with his leg. For the second time that night, your back landed on the mat. Jin followed through his movements, kneeling down next to your figure and pressing the side of his forearm against your neck, grip still on your calf in mid-air.

“She definitely has potential,” K analyzed with approval. He motioned for Seokjin to move away and he did so without argument. Hoseok’s hand moved into your vision and you took it, allowing him to pull your body up.

“Hoseok, do you mind giving Minji a little more training? Seokjin and I need to discuss our upcoming mission,” K asked and gave Seokjin a look you couldn’t read. It seemed to be one that carried a secret message. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion at the mention of a mission. Did you miss something? At your puzzled look, K continued. “We need her trained. There’s apparently a new gang getting ready to make an appearance and we need to stop them.”

Your ears perked up at the mention of the new gang. Although you were still upset with Jungkook, you knew he’d be happy to hear about a new lead.

“Do you know anything else?” You asked. K, who was not expecting a response from you, paused in his trek. He eyed you carefully as if debating on telling you what he knew. You found this odd but you supposed it was justified that he was cautious of revealing any important information to a new member.

“I just know that if they do move, they’ll be spotted at the pier. They could strike tomorrow for all we know,” he replied after his internal battle. You simply nodded and watched as he exited the practice room with Seokjin trailing behind. Once the door closed, you turned to Hoseok.

“Have you heard anything about this new gang?” You asked and watched as he picked up a pair of gloves. He assessed their size, glancing at your hands before setting the pair down and grabbing another.

“Not much,” he confessed. “K seems pretty reserved about it all. I’m surprised he told you anything really.” You tilted your head at this news. Hobi stopped in front of you, dropping the gloves on the mat then reached for the red roll. You lifted your hand and watched as Hoseok expertly wrapped it.

“Why do you think he told me then?” You wondered, glancing up at his gentle eyes. He gave you a smile as he secured the wrap before moving to your other hand.

“I heard he’s a sucker for pretty faces.”

The next morning you woke with aching muscles. You spent the majority of the night training with Hoseok, learning different ways to block and attack an opponent. You weren’t confident in your skills, but you did feel better and more prepared for a fight. You had asked about the mission K mentioned, but similar to the new gang, he didn’t have much information.

It was finally the weekend and also the day you were scheduled to meet with Jihyun. She claimed she needed to finish an assignment before the hangout so she had left for the library. You had about an hour left before you were supposed to meet her and her friends.

It’s been almost 24 hours since you last spoke to Jungkook. Normally after your arguments, you would both take a breather and recollect together. This time, however, you both needed more time to think. Well, it was more like Jungkook needed more time. You knew where you stood. Jungkook would always come before Spider-Man. You just hoped he realized that he was more than the masked hero.

As you pulled down your new shirt, there was a knock at the door. You quickly glanced over your appearance before striding toward the door. You were hoping it was Jungkook on the other side.

“Namjoon?” You said in surprise, heart sinking at it not being your boyfriend. The man looked down at you and offered a dimpled smile. “The hangout is in an hour.”

He cocked his head to the side in confusion then slid out his phone. After checking the message you had sent out earlier this week, he sighed and shoved his device in his pocket.

“Dammit,” he huffed. “Sorry. I guess I should’ve double-checked the message before I came over. I thought we could walk together. I’ll leave you to get ready.”

“Hey wait a second,” you called out, reaching out for his wrists as he began to turn away. “We can hang out. You seem really stressed out and we haven’t hung out recently.”

His solemn expression quickly morphed into an excited one. He nodded and walked inside when you stepped to the side to let him in.

“Let me finish changing,” you announced and grabbed the jeans you had laid out. He nodded, standing awkwardly as he peered around your room. You smiled when you noticed his stiff stance. “Feel free to sit on my bed or my desk chair,” you said before slipping inside the bathroom. You were grateful to have been able to afford the dorm rooms with personal bathrooms. It made life a lot easier.

When you came out of your bathroom, Namjoon had taken a seat in your desk chair, holding up the clay vase Jungkook had made for your first year anniversary. At your sudden appearance, Namjoon jerked and winced when the clattering sound of the vase hitting your desk echoed in the room. You held your breath at his actions and stared at the (thankfully) still in-tact vase. Luckily, Namjoon dropped it from a small height.

“Sorry!” He stuttered and gently put it back in its original spot. “It didn’t break or anything,” he reassured quickly.

You let out a small sigh of relief and climbed onto your bed. “That’s good,” you said and grabbed the stuffed animal you kept on your bed.

“Jungkook made this?” He questioned, remembering the JK engraved on the bottom. You smiled at the memory of first receiving it and nodded. It was a heart-shaped vase he used to put the flowers he got for you in. You weren’t aware he was into pottery, however, he had claimed he had only done it once when he was a little kid and didn’t remember much. For such inexperienced hands in pottery, the vase was created with a skill that was uncommon for beginners. Jungkook had the talent to pick up things quickly, though. The bottom of the base was a soft pink color that faded into a milky white. Remembering that moment suddenly made your heart tighten. Maybe you could work things out later tonight. That is if he isn’t busy swinging around Seoul.

“Did he pay for someone to do it then scribbled his name on it?” He half teased, eyes wandering to the piece on your table again. You giggled at his question. A spark of pride filled your chest at Namjoon’s words.

“No,” you laughed. “Just natural talent I guess.”

Namjoon mouthed a ‘wow’ before tearing his gaze from it. “He could definitely go into the pottery business if he wanted. How are you guys, by the way? I don’t see much of either of you.”

Your smile faltered at his question but you hid it quickly. You didn’t need to burden Namjoon with your relationship issues when you already planned to resolve them tonight.

“We’ve been doing fine. I’m just trying hard not to fall behind,” you said, hoping to change the subject to yourself. Luckily, it worked and you and Namjoon spent the time catching up. You had forgotten how comforting his presence was. It also made you want to disclose the troubles you were having with Jungkook. However, you didn’t succumb to those feelings.

To your utter surprise, Jungkook was the first to arrive at the Cave. The Cave was a large space for students to gather on campus and forget about academics. There were board games, foosball, a billiard table, and a few bean bag chairs scattered around the room. It was like a mini playground for students.

Jungkook stood instantly when he saw you walk in with Namjoon.

“Wow,” Namjoon said to you when he spotted Jungkook. “Are we late or?” He trailed off jokingly. You glanced at Namjoon before you averted your eyes back to Jungkook. He stood with his hands in his classic black jeans that hugged his legs pleasantly. He had also donned his circle-rimmed glasses. It wasn’t common for him to wear them, besides when he changed for bed, because he couldn’t wear his mask with them on. It was unfortunate since he looked so handsome with them on. You tried to hide your confusion by shifting your gaze from him.

“Is everything okay?” You asked once you stood before him. His gaze lingered on Namjoon briefly before looking down at you. His hair fell into his eyes when he nodded and you wanted to reach up and move his locks, but you weren’t sure if he’d want that. His eyes lacked their usual lightness, hinting that he still felt distraught. Even with his glasses, you could spot the growing darkness under his eyes as well.

Sensing something wasn’t right, Namjoon excused himself and went to a vending machine to grab a drink. Once he was gone, Jungkook spoke.

“Are you mad at me?”

“More disappointed than mad,” you answered and took a seat in the nearest chair. Jungkook followed your lead, sitting back on the bean bag chair he occupied earlier. He looked oddly small in the oversized chair.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed and adjusted the dangling earring he wore. Similar to his glasses, it was rare to see him with his piercings. He loved having them on, and you loved when he did, too, but he couldn’t wear them with his suit. He tried it once and claimed his ears were sore the next day from the jewelry digging into his earlobes. He would wear his smallest hoops if he really wanted to every once in a while because they weren’t as uncomfortable. You wondered why he decided to wear his long earring and glasses today.

“I’m so used to being… Spider-Man that I forgot Jungkook exists,” he continued quietly, making sure no one was in hearing range. “I’m scared I’ll go back to being a nobody if I don’t have the suit. It just…. It feels so good to feel wanted.”

His voice wavered slightly at the end. You could hear the desperation and fear in his voice and it made your heart tighten. You were saddened he felt this way.

You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees as you contemplated your next words. His eyes were cast downward as he awaited your reply. He wanted to fix what he had done wrong, but there was still a part of him that believed nobody needed Jungkook.

“Do I not make you feel wanted?” Your voice was small and he had to strain to hear it. It pained you to think you haven’t been there for him when he needed you. You always thought you were, but maybe you were missing something.

Jungkook sat straighter suddenly, his eyes widening at your question. “What? No, no. Yn, you do. I- I just…” He sighed out and ran a hand through his hair—an act he rarely did. “That’s not what I meant.” He cursed under his breath and looked up at you with pleading eyes. You couldn’t tell if he was pleading for you to believe him or pleading for you to understand him. The thing was you did understand. You understood wanting to feel needed and wanting to keep that feeling when you gained it. You understood, maybe not to his extent, wanting to be something to society. You wanted it so bad that you had joined Vapor.

“Then why do you feel like Jungkook isn’t enough? I love that you’re Spider-Man, but that’s not who I fell in love with. Spider-Man didn’t make Jungkook. Jungkook made Spider-Man. When are you going to realize that you were never a ‘nobody’? It’s those people’s own fault for not seeing you,” you argued then saw your roommate and your friends enter the Cave in your peripheral. “I saw you, Jungkook. I thought that meant something to you.”

Before he could reply, Jihyun greeted you with a smile and open arms. You forced your own smile as you stood and wrapped your arms around her briefly.

“My friends are running a tad bit late, but they’ll be here,” she said when she pulled back. You nodded and went to take a seat in the chair you were in but Taehyung had already claimed it. Namjoon, who had just come back, nudged you with his foot. He had pulled up a bean back chair and was scooting over. He could tell whatever you and Jungkook had been discussing had not resolved. You were grateful for his kindness and took a seat next to him. Jungkook eyed you with a blank expression, jaw clenched as he saw how pressed your leg was against Namjoon’s. Jungkook had always been more jealous than you when it came to you interacting, in a way he felt was intimate, with anyone who wasn’t him. You never used this against him, however. You knew if the roles were reversed, you wouldn’t be pleased if Jungkook deliberately tried to tick you off.

“I’m so sorry we’re late!” A familiar voice spoke loudly from the other side of the room. “Hobi took us through a not-so shortcut around campus.”

At the sight of Jaehwa and Hoseok, you instantly slouched behind Namjoon and lowered your face in hopes they didn’t see you. It was silly since they would eventually spot you, but you couldn’t help but try to avoid the inevitable. Jihyun smiled fondly at her friend.

“Don’t worry, we’ve all just arrived. You didn’t miss anything,” Jihyun greeted. Was fate laughing at you? You couldn’t believe out of all people, those two would be your roommate’s friends.

“Great,” Hoseok exclaimed and glanced around for a seat. He must have not noticed you because he didn’t say anything after sweeping the area. Jihyun was sitting on a small love couch and shifted to provide her friends with some room. Hobi cheerfully plopped down next to his friend. Jaehwa, on the other hand, decided to sit directly next to Jungkook.

Hobi shook his head at Jaehwa’s choice of seating and adjusted himself to extend as much of his legs as he could on the sofa. Jungkook shifted uncomfortably and tried to move away but it didn’t do much. He ended up sinking toward Jaehwa again. She flashed her pearly whites at the man as she greedily drank in his appearance. Jungkook began to stand to find another seat, but Jaehwa grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him down. Your gaze hardened at the action, not liking the way she lingered her hand on his back after he fell down again.

“Oh,” Jihyun said when she saw Jaehwa take a seat next to Jungkook. “I’m not sure if that’s the place best to sit.”

Jaehwa looked away from Jungkook to her friend. “Why not? I like this seat,” she said, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes. Jihyun glanced over at you worriedly.

“That’s Yn’s boyfriend.”

“Then why isn’t she sitting with him?” She asked defiantly before directing her eyes to you. “Oh!” She gasped as she recognized you. Her reaction mimicked Hoseok’s. He stared at you with wide eyes.

“What a small world,” she said slowly, and instead of getting up, leaned back further into the bean bag, which caused Jungkook to lean toward her more. Jihyun’s unease faded quickly at her friend’s words.

“Wait, do you two know her already?” She asked with a mixture of surprise and delight. You felt your heart hammer in your chest. You prayed she didn’t mention the docks. You and Jungkook were already on shaky terms. You didn’t need her to come break the ice.

“Not very well,” Jaehwa answered, a small smirk forming on her glossy lips. “We’ve bumped into each other while studying at the library. I could’ve sworn her name was Minji though.” At her latter sentence, she looked at you. Hobi pressed his back against the sofa’s arm, staring at you with hardened eyes that were usually comforting. You had a feeling at the pizza parlor that he could be extremely intimidating when he wanted to; his harsh gaze proved that.

“Uh, must’ve mistaken me for someone else then,” you lied and shifted next to Namjoon. You tore your gaze from theirs as you did so. Jungkook subtly ticked his head to the side as he examined your reaction. He caught the telltale lie at the way your body reacted and the movement of your eyes. The feeling of apprehensive rose again in his veins, yet he still couldn’t decipher whether it was calling to his Spider-Man side or his Jungkook side. Was it criminal business or was it personal? Though he wasn’t positive which one it was, he just knew something wasn’t fitting.

“Must have,” Hobi muttered. Feeling the air grow heavy, Taehyung chimed in to change the subject.

“How did you all meet? We all met in high school. Some even met each other before then, but we all grew close as a group in high school,” Taehyung disclosed, gesturing to your group of friends as he spoke.

Jihyun perked up at the question, forgetting about the awkward exchange. “We met each other at orientation, so we haven’t known each other long. We’ve grown close fast, though.”

As the rest of your friends joined in on the new conversation, you remained silent. You didn’t miss the exchanged look between Jaehwa and Hoseok when the conversation moved away from them. You had a sickening feeling it had something to do with you.

You also didn’t miss the way Jaehwa not-so-subtly kept grazing her hand against Jungkook’s thigh.

The sound of a phone ringing caught everyone’s attention. You knew that ringtone the moment the first beat emitted. Instead of making an excuse and bolting out of the room, Jungkook pulled out his phone, turned off the sound, then placed the device in his pocket again. You furrowed your brows slightly at his actions, completely taken aback when Jungkook leaned back into the seat as if nothing happened. Did he change his ringtone for that to be his normal one? You peered up at Yoongi in hopes to answer your question, however, Yoongi seemed just as shocked as you.

Jungkook must have noticed both your expressions but he didn’t react. He simply pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and went back to listening to Taehyung recount the time he accidentally sent a cheat sheet to the entire class, including his professor, through email. However, Taehyung being the sweet talker he is, was able to dig himself out of getting an F or getting expelled.

When the third hour passed, your group began to part. Yoongi, to your surprise, had stayed the entire time. It seemed he was enjoying himself. You, on the contrary, were not. You hadn’t spoken much the entire time, along with Jungkook, except when you were required to. You couldn’t find the energy from arguing with Jungkook to discovering two members from Vapor finding out your real identity.

Jungkook had dragged Yoongi out the second the opportunity opened. Your friends parted with smiles and waves, leaving you with Jihyun and her friends. However, this didn’t last when Jihyun said she had something to attend to and that she’ll see you at the dorm.

“Minji, huh?” Jaehwa said once you were alone with them, crossing her slender arms across her chest.

“I’m guessing K doesn’t know,” Hobi stated and you nodded in confirmation.

“So what are you hiding then, ‘Minji’?” Jaehwa sneered. You glanced between the two and felt yourself taking a small step back. You haven’t spoken much to Jaehwa but you could tell she was used to getting her way and belittling anyone in her way.

“Nothing,” you retorted and straightened your posture. Now was not the time to show you were feeling panicked. “I just didn’t want to disclose personal information to strangers.”

They stared at you for a moment. It made you uncomfortable and you fought the urge to fidget under their intense gazes.

“K doesn’t like liars,” Jaehwa said quietly yet strictly. “I advise you to not do something stupid. It really won’t turn out well for you,” she said before twisting her lips into a smile. It was forced and anything but kind. She took one longing look up and down your small frame before giggling.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she continued and began taking small, bouncy steps backward. “Oh and thanks for the seat today. Did you know your boyfriend’s body is really nice to lean against? Very firm,” she teased with an impish look. “Let him know I’m available if something doesn’t work out for you two.”

You stood there, jaw clenched, as she locked her arms with Hoseok and exited the building. Hobi gave you a sympathetic look as he waved. Once they were gone, you let your shoulders slump. You fell back into the bean bag Jungkook and Jaehwa previously sat. You could smell the lingering scent of Jaehwa’s cherry perfume mixed with Jungkook’s vanilla. It made you ill thinking of the two of them in an intimate way. Hell, just thinking of them being this close in proximity again, regardless of if it was romantic, made you sick. You hated the way jealousy made you feel but you couldn’t help it this time. Jaehwa had succeeded in crawling under your skin and ruffling your feathers.

An unsettling fog loomed over you. You figured the unresolved issues with Jungkook were taking a harder toll on you than expected. As for Jaehwa and Hoseok, you weren’t sure how to handle the situation. You didn’t like what Jaehwa had said about K. He never gave you the reason to fear him, but you wouldn’t put it past him. You could tell his moves were calculated and he always had schemes running through his head. However, you thought this was simply because he was trying to figure out a way to resolve the gangs. Maybe you had been looking at it in the wrong way.

You were still uneasy when it came to Seokjin, too. He seemed to be close friends with Kangdae but you didn’t know how that came to be. After years of knowing Seokjin, he had never mentioned a K or a Kangdae. Seokjin hasn’t done anything threatening to you since the day he kidnapped you. Could he have really changed in three years? Did that vengeance no longer have a hold on him? It was difficult to believe, but it wasn’t entirely impossible.

You pulled out your phone to check the time. It was seven in the evening. You had managed to keep track of your assignments (barely) and were one week ahead. You usually wanted to stay two weeks ahead, but with everything going on, you found that to be difficult. The feeling to divulge your troubles rose in your chest as you sat thinking. You didn’t feel like arguing with Jungkook and none of your friends knew about your secret disappearances. Jihyun was too busy with her own assignments to keep track of you. You were grateful to have a roommate who went to bed early and didn't question you when you came back at three in the morning. You guessed she figured you were out late studying.

The feeling of isolation invaded your mind. You didn’t have anyone to turn to and you desperately needed guidance. Jimin was always a good listener. Namjoon gave wise advice. Taehyung could cheer you up instantly. However, you didn’t want to have to explain your entire story to them. You needed someone who already knew what was going on.

At 8:27 you rapped your knuckles against the wooden door. With the help of the RA, you found his room easily. There was a shuffling on the other side before the door unlocked. Hoseok’s eyes widened when he saw you standing in front of him. Although he wasn’t aware of your and Jungkook’s relationship, you could use someone to talk to about Vapor.

“Minji? Shit, sorry, I mean Yn,” he corrected quickly. He glanced both ways down the hall then back to you. You could tell he was confused—firstly with how you knew where he resided and secondly with why you were here.

“Can I come in?” You asked softly, hoping he would say yes. He nodded and moved to the side for you. His room was the same size as Jungkook and Yoongi’s room. The layout was similar to theirs as well except flipped. You could easily determine which side was his. His desk was filled with colorful objects with two pouches hanging off the back of his desk chair.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?” He asked as he shut the door. The hardened gaze he gave you earlier was nowhere to be seen. Whatever negative thoughts had gone through his head were replaced with joyful ones.

“Why were you mad when you saw me?” You asked. It wasn’t the question you came to ask, but seeing the stark contrast from then to now made you curious.

“You lied to us,” he said as if it were obvious. “How could I trust you when you falsified who you were?”

“Only my name,” you murmured. Hoseok nodded and took a seat on his roommate’s bed. He gestured for you to sit on his. You obliged.

“It’s still a lie,” he countered. “But I can understand why you did it. I just hope K will be understanding, too.” Your ears perked up at the sound of Kangdae’s name.

“Speaking of, do you really think he’s as aggressive as Jaehwa made him out to be?” Hobi laughed at your question, but it wasn’t because he thought it was funny. It was because it was so ridiculous he couldn’t believe you asked such a question.

“Definitely,” he confirmed without hesitation. “You haven’t seen him angry yet. Dude could snap my neck without a second thought.”

That’s not what you wanted to hear. “What about Seokjin?”

Hobi leaned back as he thought. You were anxious to hear what he had to say. You wanted him to say Seokjin was bat-shit-crazy, but you also wanted him to say he was a kind man. It was insane, but it would make you feel better if Hoseok gave the okay for Jin.

“He doesn’t seem like a bad man,” he said and it had you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “But there’s something up with that guy.”

You deflated again.

“What do you mean by that?”

Hoseok shrugged. “I just get the feeling something is off with him. Almost like he’s trying too hard to get something he wants but won’t let you know what it is.”

You let his words sink in. It was something you had felt, too. Seokjin was showing his gentle side—the calm before the storm. It was something you learned after seeing his dangerous side after all those years of thinking he was a simple, compassionate man. You had never felt he had a wicked bone in his body when you knew him from high school. It took you by surprise to learn he was behind your kidnapping.

“Why do you ask?” Hoseok asked when you didn’t reply. You tore yourself from your thoughts and glanced down at your feet dangling off Hobi’s bed.

“I’m starting to feel like something is off with this organization,” you said truthfully. Despite Hobi having close relations with Jaehwa, something about him made you trust him. You trusted he wouldn’t go against your back and expose you to the others. However, you had thought Seokjin was loyal, too, at once. Maybe you should stop taking people at face value. It was too late now, though.

“Is it because of what Jaehwa said earlier? Don’t listen to her—really. She likes to get under people’s skin. It’s a talent of hers, unfortunately,” he sighed. “Trust in Vapor. Jaehwa said K is planning to infiltrate the upcoming gang. Said they’re going to stop the incoming shipment and take the supplies for safety. If they get into the hands of the new gang then the citizens of Seoul could be in danger.”

“How is K getting this information?” You asked, startled by how much Kangdae had been keeping from you and the other members. Hoseok shrugged.

“Beats me,” he replied. He didn’t seem as concerned as you and that raised a flag in your head. “I’m guessing he still has insiders in some organizations.”

“Still? Did he used to be in one?” You realized now just how little you knew about K. This should’ve been your fifth warning sign.

“Yup,” he emphasized the p with a pop. “Don’t worry, though. He got out and he plans to take down the gangs from the inside. He’s got to play both sides to get access to information.”

You bit your bottom lip at this discovery. No one ever truly escaped a gang. Surely, there was more to this.

“How can we trust him then? What if he’s just using us? Grooming us to his personal use?” You asked and stared intensely at Hoseok.

“I’ve known K for a couple of months now. This guy is rough, but he seems to have a good, sensible head on his shoulders. He seems to really care about protecting the city he grew up in.” You were shocked to hear how highly Hobi spoke of K. You had a feeling Hoseok liked K, but you weren’t aware of its extent. However, this didn’t cure the concern you felt.

“What would he do if I left?” You weren’t sure if you were 100% going to do it, but you no longer felt this was the route you wanted to take to make a name for yourself. Perhaps you were starting to be okay with helping your elderly neighbors and their rats. You were a hero in their eyes after all.

Hoseok frowned at your question, hesitation detected in his voice when he answered. “You would be the first, so I’m not sure.”

Another answer you didn’t want to hear.

“I would hate to see you leave, though,” Hoseoki confessed. “I see high potential for you. You’re inexperienced, yes, but you’ve improved rather quickly. I think we could really use you. Don't you want to help protect the people of Seoul? Isn’t that why you joined? Spider-Man can’t do it all.”

At the mention of the hero, your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t sure if Jungkook would approve of you joining Vapor even if it were for the good of society. Maybe this was the real reason you kept this hidden.

“I do want to help,” you retorted. “I’m just not sure if I’m ready for this. I think I should keep to more mundane crime-stopping. Do you have any fleeing rats? I’m known to be good at chasing them out.”

Hoseok laughed at your response. “I think you’re just talking yourself out now,” he mused. “Go sleep on it. I think you’re just overreacting. You’ll be great. We’ll train more tomorrow and you’ll feel better.”

“Fine,” you grumbled and hopped off his bed.

“Hey, let’s exchange numbers. You can give me a heads up next time you want to talk. Usually, my roommate is in, but he had to go finish his essay on the common computers since his laptop stopped working.”

“Ooh,” you cringed and typed your number in his phone while he did the same on yours. “That sounds rough. I hope he’s able to finish it.”

Hoseok chuckled and handed your phone back. “Me too. He’s annoying when he’s angry.”

You smiled at him and waved as he shut his door. As you were walking from his room, you bumped into a familiar figure.

“I thought you barely knew the guy, so why are you visiting his room at this hour?” Yoongi questioned. His eyes were rigid and he was standing straighter than usual. You knew you weren’t on his good side right now.

“He’s actually my chem partner,” you lied. “I needed homework help and since he’s my partner,” you trailed. Yoongi narrowed his eyes slightly. He wasn’t as experienced as Jungkook on knowing when you were lying or not, but his instincts told him something wasn’t adding up.

“Jungkook excels in chemistry. Why not ask him?” He asked, eyes never parting yours even after you looked away.

“I’m sure you know we’re not in the best place right now,” you replied. “Plus, I didn’t want to bother him. You said I should leave him alone more anyway.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at the latter. He sensed you were just using his words against him even though you knew that’s not what he meant the other day. “That day, yes, because he was extremely behind. Did you know he’s pulled several all-nighters just to free up time for you? Kid’s four weeks ahead of schedule.”

Your eyes shifted back to him at his confession. You hadn’t known that. You figured he was cramming to get caught up—not to get ahead. Four weeks was a lot, too. You weren’t even four weeks ahead. From your silence and startled expression, Yoongi knew the answer.

“Whatever you’re up to, you should probably come clean to Jungkook. He cares for you,” he said, voice gentler this time. You swallowed thickly as you registered his words. Your mouth opened to respond but was silenced by Jungkook’s voice.

“Leave her alone, hyung.”

His tone wasn’t angry or annoyed despite his diction. He simply sounded tired. You peered around Yoongi to see Jungkook standing in his doorway, hands tucked into his gray sweatpants as he leaned against the doorframe. You recognized the clothing instantly. You had bought them, along with his matching gray hoodie with black drawstrings, for Christmas last year. He still had his glasses on. His hair was light and airy; he must’ve just taken a shower and blow-dried it. Your insides twisted at how dreamy he looked. He didn’t even have to try. If you were on speaking terms, you would’ve run and thrown your arms around his neck. There was a pang in your chest knowing that wasn’t going to happen.

Yoongi turned back to you and lowered his voice so only you could hear. “The fact that you’re keeping a secret from him should mean something.”

He didn’t wait for you to reply, turning on his heel and shuffling inside his room. Jungkook lingered in the doorway for a few more seconds. His expression was blank as he scanned your body for a second. Without a word, he pushed off the doorframe, took a step back, and clicked the door close.

“Uh, excuse me, miss, but you’re going to have to leave. Females aren’t allowed in after 9 pm,” a male voice said to you awkwardly. You tore your gaze from Jungkook’s closed door to look at the RA. Sighing, you began walking toward the exit, wondering what your next move should be.

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Arturo: Great to hear, it really has been too long! Then, I’m happy to introduce to you a woman I greatly admire - Iza Laan, the founder of the political think tank “Future Solutions” and the youngest woman to appear on the cover of Money Monthly! Welcome!

Iza: Thanks, Arturo, it’s a pleasure!

Arturo: And finally, my very good friend and a man whom we all adore - Nandu Talkar!

(huge applause from the audience)

Nandu: Thanks Ar, great to be here, as always!

Arturo: Now, a little bird told me that you might have some new songs to share with us later tonight…

Nandu: Only if you behave…

(audience laughs)

Arturo: I’m sure I have no idea what you mean! But, first, let’s dive into this week’s headlines...

Arturo: (continued) Well, now that the summer is over, our newly elected parliament is in session, with a new prime minister! On Monday Her Royal Majesty officially took Mr Caan’s pledge of fealty and opened the parliament for the year...

(booing from the audience)

Arturo: Ah, it would seem that not everyone has much love for the Prime Minister..

Anne: Or they don’t see why a man should have to kneel in front of a useless woman…

Nandu: Oh wow, are we even five minutes in?

Iza: Well, I think that’s the last time we will see that man kneeling in front of anyone.

Arturo: Not a fan of Mr Caan’s, Iza?

Iza: Not exactly, no, though I know Anne here adores the man.

Anne: Me and half the country.

Iza: Which still seems ludicrous to me. But, populists will always have their appeal, I suppose.

Anne: If by populist you mean that he isn’t afraid to go against the mainstream and say things as they are, then yeah, there’s definitely an appeal. Finally we have a prime minister who won’t play the same old political games that all the others have. Someone who will put Simovian interests first.

Iza: And what does that even mean? He’d close our borders and end all international collaboration...

Anne: Which brought us to war once already and how well did that work out for us.

(cheers from the audience)

Iza: International collaboration also has created thousands of new jobs and there are countless businesses that rely on the good relations that the Queen works hard to foster.

Anne: Ah yes, you’re one of those!

Iza: I beg your pardon?

Anne: Monarchists… you lot always --

Arturo: Hey hey loving the exchange of views but let’s keep it civil!

Elmer: This is exactly why I avoid these conversations.

Nandu: You and me both…

Iza: Easy for you both, with all respect. De Marees, doesn’t your grandfather sit in the House of Lords?

Elmer: Yes, but…

Anne: The elite couldn't care less about the dealings of this country as long as they’re comfortable.

Nandu: (laughs) Ha, that’s the first time someone has ever counted me among the elite!

Anne: Well you mingle with them often enough… aren’t you friends with the Queen?

Nandu: I’ve even never had the pleasure to meet Her Royal Majesty.

Anne: Well, Prince Andrew then?

Nandu: I have met His Royal Highness and attended events with him, yes… but whether we’re friends, hard to say. He’s a nice guy, though, excellent company. But that doesn’t make me one of this “elite” you keep mentioning on your socials. I’ve worked hard to get where I am today.

Iza: Yet your current position allows you to claim this apolitical stance.

Nandu: Just because I don’t like talking about politics doesn’t mean I don’t care or vote, for that matter. I’m not clueless. My family still can’t vote in this country and though I was born here and grew up here, I doubt Mr Caan and his party would consider me Simovian.

Anne: That’s not true, he has nothing against new Simovians.

Nandu: As opposed to what? The old Simovians? How many generations does it take to belong to that group?

Iza: And that’s just one of the reasons that I’m not a fan of Mr Caan, as you put it Arturo. His rhetoric is divisive at best and blatantly xenophobic at worst. And now he is the prime minister. I’m actually not a monarchist, there are so many things wrong with the institution but it’s times like these that I’m happy that we have a Queen who can push back on what he’d otherwise do to our country.

Anne: Have you ever actually talked to him or attended one of his seminars? He has great plans for Simovia! I know that the media loves to paint him as this xenophobic loudmouth but he’s actually a really lovely man. He’s well educated but he doesn’t hide in his ivory tower. He knows that the people want freedom and he’s willing to give it to them.

Iza: You can’t be serious… freedom to what? Starve and end up on the street with no healthcare? I’ve read through his plans, they’re now out there on the government’s website and what I see is...

Anne: He just wants to encourage people to make the best choices in their own lives. Being controlled by some big political machine won’t let people do that. If you just opened your eyes, I’m sure you could see that.

Iza: I… Arturo please can we move on? Seriously... I can’t believe that I’m forced to debate politics with someone who clearly has no understanding of how society functions.

Arturo: Now Iza, she does have a right to her opinion… but, it is about time we moved on. After the break, more engagement rumours between Her Royal Majesty the Queen and His Grace the Landgraaf van Hoensbroek...

#ts4 royal simblr #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #simoviacourt #and we're back!#part one to get you up to speed #this post was originally twice as long but I've split it up for all our sakes

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bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

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Not a huge fan of how often fics raising the ‘Dick and Bruce fight over Dick going to college’ angle seem to be of the opinion that Dick’s just stubbornly not getting what Bruce is trying to teach Dick about the value of an honest buck and the realities of supporting himsef in the real world where things might not necessarily be handed to him.

Just saying, personally I feel that loses sight of the fact that Dick wasn’t just a child performer.....his performances were a JOB. He was WORKING as a kid, even before the age of eight. Was he part of his parents’ entire act? Nope. Did he enjoy working with them? Yup.

Does any of the above actually change the fact that no one, no matter how ‘naturally gifted they are,’ rises to the level of skill and acclaim Dick ALREADY HAD, for HIMSELF, before he ever even met Bruce.....without putting in endless hours of WORK, day in and day out, to be the best of the best?

And can anybody really argue that no matter HOW much work Bruce puts in to further his skills as Batman, and no matter how regularly or willingly Bruce goes into work at Wayne Enterprises.....he in contrast was born into a lifestyle that meant he grew up with an awareness that he would never actually HAVE to work a day in his life if he didn’t WANT to? That even the fact that he just took off for a few years touring around the world learning the skills he’d need as Batman, instead of just focusing on what he’d need to know to take over the family business, demonstrated an awareness that whether or not he actually ever DID that - ie took over as Wayne CEO - was entirely up to him and his own discretion, and not an obligation or something he’d need to do in order to support even the way of life he’d grown up accustomed to?

Aaaaaaanyway, I’m just saying that perhaps thinking that the born billionaire has something to teach the kid who was an accomplished professional of no small acclaim by the age of eight......

Is not the flex people are going for when they whip it out.

Bruce Wayne gave Dick Grayson a lot. Taught him a lot. Provided him with a lot.

Dick Grayson has a lot to be grateful to Bruce Wayne for. Things he learned from him. Things he credits Bruce for helping to make possible for him.

But there are still things Dick has and that Dick knows, that have absolutely nothing to do with Bruce and did not come from him.

Dick’s work ethic is most definitively one of those things. It was in place long before he ever even heard of his future adoptive father.

And the realities of not having a financial cushion to fall back on and needing to put in long hours of work in order to help provide for your family is another thing he never needed to learn from BRUCE, specifically. Do I think his parents and the rest of the circus probably did a lot to protect Dick from the worst of any financial hardships they faced and let him grow up as much as possible without worrying about the things they as adults worried about? Yes, I absolutely do.

But my point remains that both Dick and Bruce throughout their respective childhoods - just as ALL children do - only became more and more cognizant of the realities of the world and money and personal responsibilities as they grew older.

But their growing awareness of such things were only ADDED ONTO the foundations they both already had in place from their early childhoods, when it came to what all of the above looked like from their respective point of views.

And Dick and Bruce, at their respective ages of eight, for instance....already had EXTREMELY different foundations in place.

Even once Dick moved into Wayne Manor, his past was not erased as a set of foundational experiences. No matter how cushy various experiences he had while living at the Manor were, they did not overwrite his past, they merely provided an alternative set of experiences for him to juxtapose with his earlier life....an INCREASED perspective. A WIDENED vantage point, allowing him a greater grasp of the wide spectrum of financial realities between his starting point and Bruce’s.

Just.....for all the things that Dick gained from living with Bruce or that Bruce taught him.....I feel like his work ethic and his views of what it even means to NEED to work or to be self-reliant.....prooooobably not something he ever needed to gain from Bruce SPECIFICALLY.

I mean, personally, I’d argue the above is actually what provides the blueprint for what we ACTUALLY see borne out in the comics time after time, no matter that he never graduated from college and didn’t particularly want to go in the first place.....Dick has never been someone who wants to rely on anyone else for financial support and has always prided himself on having a steady job on top of his vigilantism, paying his own way. He’s just not someone who particularly feels he needs a job with any specific level of prestige or has many financial needs or wants beyond basic necessities and well, the stuff he uses for his vigilante work. And while he does at times turn to Bruce for help with the latter stuff, its all in the name of the PEOPLE he helps with that, not like, personal financial gain or comfort, y’know? It doesn’t really belong in the same conversation as like.....’Bruce just wants Dick to be aware of what its like to work himself in order to pay his own rent and bills’.....especially since as I said earlier....Bruce isn’t ACTUALLY aware of what any of that is like?

So it just seems like a very backwards approach to things myself, and I do wonder how much of the focus on that is actually just instinctive, society-derived bias that stems from how much we’re led to believe from an early age that billionaires, by virtue of how much money they have, just naturally know more about money and hard work than anyone who doesn’t have as much money as they have....otherwise wouldn’t those other people have as much money as they do as well? Etc, etc.

Anyway, just putting that out there, because uh, I mean I don’t really think a big deal NEEDS to be made about Bruce’s own capabilities or knowledge when it comes to paying bills, basic adult skills, etc, like.....its not like anything I’m saying here is to profess that Bruce by comparison has to be useless at all of the above or in any way particularly clueless or incompetent....

I’m just saying that like, AS a point of comparison - which he innately becomes the second a narrative positions him as having a very divergent view of financial realities than Dick, and this being something they disagree on or argue about - the guy who was literally wage earning by age eight to help provide for his entire extended communal family in a literal financial sense......

NOT perhaps the best person to position as the less knowledgable, more naive counterpart to the guy who has only ever left the lap of luxury by his own conscious choice and always with full awareness it would be there for him to return to whenever he chose, even without him needing to do anything at all to ensure that or keep it supplemented via working for a paycheck, thus freeing him up to focus on nothing BUT his vigilantism and personal priorities.

*Shrugs*

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pellelavellan-a · 2 years ago

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"Can I help you out of that?"

@q825

He turned his head, caught in the middle of a feeble attempt to reach the ribbons laced up his spine. He'd never cared for these awful corsets. While he'd be lying if he said he didn't find them to look flattering on him, the discomfort of having his body forced into better posture was not a price he was exactly willing to pay for beauty. He'd never even thought there was anything wrong with the way he stood, but the high brows of society would find anything they could to instill even a drop of self hatred. They needed your insecurity, they fed off of it.

He'd been told no one would take him seriously if he couldn't stand up straight. That hardly made any sense to him. Some of the wisest people he'd known needed a walking stick to even make it up off of the ground. It wasn't fair to doubt their intellect or experience based on how poised they looked when they stepped into a room. His posture might have been allegedly terrible, but he could thank hours of studying and learning far more important things than any of those people valued for it and yet--most of them would bet a large sum of gold that he couldn't even read. He didn't even know why it was so hard to get in and out of the garment. He was more than flexible enough to reach the thread, and yet the garment had been designed to encourage a beautiful uselessness that all of those wealthy humans seemed so enamored with. It was all very stupid he thought. Why would anyone make clothes that required assistance to get in and out of? He supposed for him it was to his own benefit to be so difficult to disrobe, but for everyone else? Why?

Something in him didn't want to accept the help. Not due to a lack of trust or fondness for a friend, but he almost wanted to do it himself. He'd never liked feeling helpless even when it was something as small as getting dressed. He did wish his tailor had maybe taught him what it was she was doing when she put the garment on him in the first place, but she hadn't, and so he was a bit clueless that was going on back there. He liked the ones that laced in the front much better."Is there a reason that makes such a ridiculous garment necessary?" he asked, fingers still trying to reach the ribbons in a way that was not awkward and uncomfortable. "It would maybe make sense for consummating a marriage--but I'm not getting married am I?" the elf complained.

#q825 #c: Edom #cranky elf is cranky about being pretty

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years ago

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handmaid - 35

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, guns

A/N: once again i am veryyyyyy late but i rly don’t wanna let go of this fanfic. hope you enjoy this chapter x

NEXT CHAPTER

The static sound of silence and the full view of darkness was what she woke up to. She wasn’t sure when she had lost conscience but at the moment the only thing she could see was the flickering light of a single lamp dangling overhead. Sometimes breaking through the silence, the irritating and yet somber noise of single drops of waters hitting the ground would make themselves heard leaving Y/N to feel like she was in imminent danger. As she tried to move, she noticed her ankle was tied to a shackle bolted to the ground which grounded her in the reality she had found herself in. However, instead of screaming or wondering what to do her first instinct was to lay her freed hands on top of her textile covered stomach trying to almost feel for the wellness of life growing inside her.

Taking a deep breathe, she looked around, trying to understand where she was yet the low light room didn’t give much. However, the existence of a staircase a few inches away from her led her to believe she found herself in a lower floor than regular, maybe some sort of basement. Wherever it was, it was quite clear to the young handmaid it was a hard enough place to escape. The sheer chilliness of the room made her scared enough for her own safety, wondering what plans Mr. Williams had for her and if she would ever return to her life. What she’d give to return to the life she had known, in that sheltered, clueless mindset everyone believed she have.

She sighed, biting onto her lip so she wouldn’t start crying. Her mind kept rushing, rushing too fast even with the events and stories told to her by the same man who now held her captive. She wondered what all of these years were, they surely weren’t truthful yet unlike lies they were palpable, palpable years of being placed right under everyone, hearing whispers of several other high society people pitying the orphan taken under a powerful’s family’s wing. What good was it to train someone to be submissive for the rest of her life for her safety? It was useless as she was standing idly at the feet of the same man who had brought her mother’s demise.

All those thoughts did no little to help to tears remain in their ducts and soon, a few of those were rolling down her cheeks hitting the ground along. Along with this, one of her hairpins fell to the ground, the sound removing her from her pitying state. She grabbed it from the floor, looking at the details through the veil of her teary eyes. It was a rather sharp hairpin, she herself had noticed that prior when the hairstylist had stuck it into her hair, lightly scratching her scalp.

Her eyes moved from the sharp edges to the shackle around her ankle and the key hole just a bit centred in the metal. Shaking like a leaf, she inserted the hairpin into the keyhole, shimmying it enough to cause the lock to give in, freeing her in the process. She found herself dumbfounded with it before quickly getting on her feet and climbing up the stairs to the door. Her hand gripped the door handle and pushed it down, however, the door proved to be locked. She sighed, looking around the room for any exits but there were no windows or any other doors. There was a drawer unit and her most hopeful self hoped there would be maybe a pair of spare keys.

Her hands rushed through the drawers which were mostly empty except the very last drawer where a small razor phone was. She looked around, ensuring her safety before she grabbed the phone with shaky hands, sighing in relief once she noticed one small bar on signal. Y/N quickly pressed the number on the phone, bringing her nails to her mouth as she waited and waited for the recipient to pick up but nothing came out of it.

- Please pick up ... I really need your help, I ... - she interrupted herself as she heard steps from above her. Quickly, she stuffed the phone back on drawer, rushing over to the chain which she shackled on her ankle again.

The door opened rather fast, beams and beams of light streaming through the badly light room which hurt her eyes. Two voices were distinct and her eyes were glued to the door as Mr. Williams walked in with a smug look, however, it wasn’t him that made her heart beat a bit faster, it was Sebastian coming from behind. His pristine ironed suit was completely wrinkled, his tie loose enough to dangle around his neck, heavily wrinkled forehead, a very far cry from the put together man he normally was.

- You have a visit, birdie. - he stopped Sebastian from taking any steps further towards her. Ignoring her, Mr. Williams turned to face the mob boss, taking a particular pleasure in seeing him in agony over his own actions. - Told you she was safe. All it takes is just a signature and you can give her a happy ending.

- No, before I sign anything you gotta assure me that once you have that document she can go. - Sebastian wasn’t stupid. If there was a spark of his father that lingered in this psyche it was a very analytical and rational thinking, troubleshooting if you’d like to call it. For all he knew, he would sign those papers and Williams would do whatever he pleased with Y/N. The mob boss just couldn’t risk it with her. No, her safety came first. - She leaves, I sign it.

- Why should I believe you won’t just back away once she leaves?

- You’ll just have to trust me.

- You better not play me. Even if she’s out of this room, I have my own ways of making sure she doesn’t leave. - he threw the key towards Sebastian who strutted towards Y/N. Her gown was severely messed, almost a symbol of what he had done to her. It was his fault she was all over this mess, he could’ve protected her, he promised her he would protect her and here she was, shackled to the ground. He could feel his heartbeat pounding against his skull as he uncuffed her, hands still shaking.

- You’re gonna run. Okay, angel? You’re gonna run, run as far and fast as you can and you won’t look back, okay? - Y/N’s eyes didn’t seem as worried as he would expect, instead they held this creased look as her hand moved to cup the side of his face, the other hand pushing a piece of his hair away from his forehead.

- What about you? - her eyes quickly moved from Williams to Sebastian.

- Angel, it’ll be okay. You gotta run, okay? Run. - he helped her onto her feet, expecting her to start running the moment she was up. Instead, she stood a few seconds immobile looking at him as her mind told her something bad was coming. She could just feel it, nevertheless the push on her back by Sebastian caused her to start running up the stairs. If only she could get to Dan or Mr. Forrest, they surely could help Sebastian.

Sebastian watched her leave, his heartbeat calming down as he realised she was safe. It didn’t matter what else would happen, she was safe and that was all that matter. Maybe Williams was right, maybe this wasn’t the life for him, a life with her sounded better, a life with her just sounded ... simpler, easier. Just him and her somewhere in a small town starting a family. With that thought in mind, he has handed the document and a black pen, his eyes wondering to the line asking for his signature. It almost seemed to mock him, mock him for not being able to keep a dynasty and her safe. With his gaze away from the paper, he quickly signed it, handing it over to the despicable man.

Mr. Williams smirked out of delight, eyes turning upwards to the door, giving one of his men the sort of look that led some doubt into his mind. This quickly got confirmed as the door was firmly locked, the darkness barely lit by the lamp on the ceiling involving the two of them.

- You probably don’t remember her mother, you were too young but god ... does she resemble her, those beautiful eyes, exactly the same. Sometimes the universe does give you a second shoot. Maybe I couldn’t be with the mother but I guess the daughter will do just fine. - he raised his arm towards the now ex mob boss, pointing his gun at him. - After all why should I only control one family when I could control two?

- YOU FUCKING BASTARD! - before he could make any moves towards him, a shot burst through his leg, weakening his stance sending him against the floor.

- Did you seriously think I would let you go on and marry her? Get her family support and gain your position back? I didn't peg you for a gullible one but I guess I was wrong. - he chuckled taking another shot to the same leg. - I will take such pleasure in raising your kid. I will raise your child to know just how weak you were, how you never rose up to the challenge. You will cease to exist, gone, just like things should be.

His mother used to talk to him about death when he was younger, how people just shouldn’t fear it and that when it comes everything is white. Sebastian had to disagree as once another bullet hit him, this time close to his stomach, he didn’t see white, no, he saw her. He saw her, the very first time he saw her on the floor, he saw her eyes peaking from the covers whenever she would sleep near him, her touch, and her laughter. In that moment all he wished was for her to be somehow outside the house, to be safe, far away from all of this. Maybe it was this hope, this conviction that kept him pulling on the single thread belonging to his life. He really hoped she was safe.

- Drop it. - a feminine voice boomed through the room. Mr. Williams furrowed his eyebrows turning around to a scenario he never expected to experience. Y/N had her arms forward, holding one of his guns and point it at it. - I said, drop it.

- Well, well ... - he lowered down sightly, placing the weapon on the floor before putting his hands up. - What are you gonna do, birdie? You’re gonna kill me?

- Shut up. - her hands were far from being stiff, shaking with the fear of the situation she was standing in but still firmly holding her revolver.

- What are you gonna do, birdie? You’re gonna shot me? For who? Him? Listen to me, Y/N, you and I are the same. We work hard and those above us mistreat us. Join me child, you will have the power you deserve. You won’t serve anyone else, no more hand me downs, no more screaming.

- I will not join you, you’re not powerful, you’re a coward. You’ll never be anything other than a coward even if you become the head of the family. You’re a coward, only cowards murder innocent, only cowards are so insecure in their own skin they would crave power. - she lowered her weapon. - I will not be the one to kill you.

- Well, isn’t th ... - he was interrupted by a gun shot echoing through the room sending him onto his knees leaving only a very weak Sebastian holding the same revolver he had placed on the ground.

- She won’t but I will. - she had never seen this side of him. He sounded cruel, cold yet she couldn’t blame it, what she could do was be worried about him as he held a weapon with one hand and the other hand held onto his gashing wound. - I will kill you, slowly, painfully. Before you’re dead, I will make sure all your stupid bastards are dead, all your men are dead, and I will have you front and centre to their deaths.

- Y/N .. - the man winced in pain from the gunshot, eyes looking up to the handmaid who had took a few steps back.

- Don’t you fucking say her name! - he shot him once more, no sign of mercy in his actions.

- Sebastian. - she called out to him, effectively gaining his attention. There were no words exchanged, she just looked at him, her lip trembling ... disappointment even.

There are moments in your life when you can chose to be the villain or the hero of your story. You can either live being the villain or others can tell your story and keep it on. Sebastian looked at her, from her eyes to her hands laying on top of her stomach. No, he wouldn’t be the villain, he wouldn’t be his father. He lowered his weapon, cuffing the man he most despised where he had just had the woman he loved captive.

Once that was done, whatever was left of the adrenaline keeping his wounds from hurting ran out and the pain overtook his muscles, sending him against the ground. Y/N rushed from her standing position, lowering herself to catch him before his head hit the ground. She pulled him over her lap, pushing his hair away from his face.

- C’mon, you have to get up. - she spoke softly but he could hear the underlying anxiousness. - You have to get up, we have to get out of here, okay? Just you and me.

- No, angel. - he reached to his pocket, her music box still there, and he placed it softly on her hand. - I don’t think I can. You can, you can go, take the next plane out of this place, go to France ...

- No. - she threw the box away. - You have to get up, you will get up, you’ll come with me to France. Just us, no one else.

- You deserve everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

- You are my dream.

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tempestwind · 4 years ago

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Post-series Entrapta analysis:

Entrapta is hands-down one of my favorite characters on any medium ever. Her unbridled excitement over things is something I've tried hard to hold onto throughout my adult life. Her habit of talking endlessly about her topic of interest reminded me of my favorite aspects of my friends.

Her ability to humanize others is one of the most integral parts of the series. Yet her own inability to understand others is her biggest hurdle. Entrapta was written as autistic, with input from an autistic storyboard artist on the series, and that is an incredible form of representation and so important for people to see and experience.

With Entrapta, I think the theme is a cautionary one: "There will be so many people in life that you don't understand: even your own friends. Take the time to learn how to communicate with them, or else you could lose them in big and harmful ways."

Entrapta is not understood by those around her. Even her staff, who care openly about her, do not know how to relate to her. That isolation of living with people who don't understand sounds like something too many of my friends have struggled with. Queer and neurodivergent people spend so long feeling like they are isolated within a society that isn't like them, and they can feel that way for their whole lives, or until they find others like themselves, or others who can appreciate them as they are.

Entrapta is motivated by her special interest, but it is not her sole motivation. Tech is something she's brilliant at, something that always holds and delivers on promises, and something she can always improve upon: it's so much easier to understand than the nuances of people. Even at the Prom episode, she approaches it as another science experiment, because why wouldn't she continue to perform science and do research while there? But if people make her uncomfortable, why is she even at the party? I suspect that her desire to research the social situation comes from a motivation to understand other people better, and she correctly labels a lot of the behaviors she picks up on.

Entrapta is not clueless or antisocial. She loves making friends and she loves talking to people. But eventually, all of those friends leave her, and she hasn't figured out why. So she digs deeper into tech, because it's something she loves, something rewarding, and something that won't leave her.

Those abandonment issues are what Catra catches onto, and manipulates Entrapta into thinking (rightly so) that the other princesses aren't coming back for her. She convinces Entrapta that it's because she's broken and hard to understand, which are Entrapta's own insecurities. She insinuates that Entrapta will have a place with the Horde, but that message isn't clear enough. Entrapta doesn't follow Catra's script the way she expects, and it throws off Catra.

Entrapta sees all the tech and wants desperately to study it. This tech gives her so many opportunities. And the well-meaning people in her life who tried to hold her back are no longer going to stop her. Entrapta sees the tech in the Horde and sees an opportunity to do great things.

She isn't worried about sides because science doesn't have a side, she thinks. As long as she is researching and discovering new things, she can find fulfillment and do what she loves.

Entrapta trusts openly, and this leads to a lot of shenanigans throughout the series. There is a theme of her constantly walking into danger without any sense of self-preservation. (I do know that there are autistic children who have a tendency to wander or run away, but I don't know enough about that to go in-depth with that here.)

This tendency to not read the danger of a situation led her to holding the majority of the power in her situation while captive. She doesn't understand when she's being threatened, she doesn't see that people are insisting that they will harm her, because she's so focused on this goal-meets-rewards system that has been part of her existence throughout her life.

Because she doesn't pick up on those social cues, she isn't scared of Catra or the big bad (at the time), Hordak. Because she walks into his lab ("Sanctum") as she sees fit and doesn't react to his threats, Hordak is defenseless against her. And he sees her capabilities, he learns how powerful she can be... and how kind she can be.

One of my favorite situations between these two is a clash of love languages. Hordak saves Entrapta's life, but has damaged his armor. He proceeds to give her his Tragic Backstory. But Entrapta does not listen through to the end. She makes a point to say "I'm still listening," acknowledging that she is aware of how he wants to be listened to. However, she disappears into the air vent and Hordak looks pained by this.

Entrapta comes back with the tools she needs to build Hordak new, better, stronger armor. Entrapta's love language is Acts of Service. Hordak doesn't understand that this is her motivation until she has performed the act. And from there, these two are finally in tune.

Hordak speaks of his imperfections and Entrapta tells him that, as a scientist, she loves imperfections. She thinks they are beautiful. In that moment, we see her through Hordak's eyes, and she is radiant, beautiful, and mature (she's near 30, but looks much younger), bathed in the light of their experiment.

She calls herself a failure as a means of relating to him. When he tries to compliment her, he doesn't know how to say his intent, but Entrapta sees through the useless words into the message: "Thanks, I like being friends with you too."

When Catra betrays her and sends her to Beast Island, Entrapta thinks this is another friendship gone awry. She falls into a depression because she's been abandoned yet again, but doesn't understand why.

The final season has a focus on Entrapta trying to redeem herself, but the other princesses are not willing or able to understand this until they finally talk. What seemed like Entrapta being reckless and difficult (to the point where they decided to put a leash on her) was actually her risking everything to help them. It wasn't until they took the leash off of her and let her lead the way, that she was finally able to achieve what she needed to. Rather than controlling her, her friends had to learn to let her lead the way: they did a wonderful job as damage control.

Entrapta began opening herself to other relationships after this, taking Wrong Hordak under her wing and teaching him all the social behaviors she had picked up on. She could communicate all of this with ease, as well, because they're all foreign things that she learned in order to relate to others better.

And she never gave up on Hordak, even though she wasn't sure if he was upset with her. Because this was someone who gave her freedom, helped her with science, and learned how to communicate with her.

It's important to be mindful of the individual needs of all the people in your life. You cannot control your friends into being different people. You cannot punish someone into being less neurodivergent. You can't closet someone into being less queer. Accepting people for who they are can be difficult and can lead to misunderstandings. Learning how to talk things out is one of the most important things you can do to be a better friend.

#entrapta #hordak #entrapdak #spop entrapta #spop #she-ra #she ra and the princesses of power #Entrapta is the best character #Scorpia is also the best character #they are both the best

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gummybearzgocrazyagain · 4 years ago

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MALEC FIC REC POST, vol.3

vol. 1

vol.2

Media AU

Society Rules by @Tiger_Tiger_Burning_Bright [it is apparently based on films i’ve never heard of - The Philadelphia Story / High Society - which does not make it any less entertaining. malec are childhood friends, who had a falling out 5 years ago, and now Magnus is back from London to interrupt Lightwood wedding, aka the social event of the season]

Making my way to you by @asharee_arie [woah, what was that??? is the correct answer “a perfect fanfic”?? what a muthafuckin delight, where has this gem been hiding this whole time??? i was on the floor, rolling around and squealing like a newborn piglet. Intended as some kind of Office AU, this piece does not necessarily follow the outline, but who cares, when the story, and characters, and author’s style are all that perf??? i am in luv]

Mistletoe and Margaritas by @nevermetawolf [this is legendary, and i mean, muthafuckin epic - Office AU so authentic you’d feel it in yo old bones... author calls it a crack fic, although it was anything but!!! major must read for those, who’s ever loved office, allllllll the kudos]

Once Upon a Time in the Clouds by @Fatale (femme) [one of my all-time fav authors, every time i come by a piece i have not read yet, is like a huge YAY, what a talent. so this piece is an AU of something called “sky high”, which i have no idea about, but luved it nevertheless, Alec is born to a family of Supers, and is going to school for children with superpowers, but he himself is yet to manifest any.]

Quite Magical by @lorenzobane [Hogwarts AU, and what an adorable thing it was! granted, i’ve never actually read any of HP books, this was such a delight though... alec is bad at potions, and magnus has to tutor him *wink*]

Chef AU

the way to a chef’s heart by @lecrit [okay, the GIANT SMILE one’s face acquires when one finds out there is a new lecrit fic ≧◠‿◠≦ ≧◠‿◠≦ ≧◠‿◠≦ was reading it, and legitimately squealing like a feral piglet all the way through, cause i fucking luv every single word this woman writes, is like a tiny endorphin explosions in my brain. i know am a hopeless fangirl, but i’ll die on this hill. the way she gets malec, and every variation of them in her works just makes me go (❁´◡`❁) every. single. time.]

kids in the kitchen by @perpetual_journey [cuteness personified, malec are both chefs, and magnus is a single father of max and rafe, and go and read ittttttttt, its that soft content we all need in our lives sometimes]

Knives at the Ready by @harrysglasses [restaurant AU, that is supposed to be a malec rendition of Burnt (am guessing it’s a movie...?), and what a sweet treat it was! i liked author’s style, this is the kind of smooth, unproblematic content one would require to take repose from all the heart-clenching longing i’ve been reading lately... delightful piece to ease thy soul]

Single Parent AU

I Knew From the First Time by @KlaineJane [emmm, excuse you, dear author, who gave you the right to use Rafe and Max to get to my heart, and be generally so fucking cute??? Alec is a single dad of both rascals, that has a meeting with the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and Chairman meets new friends]

And Then I Met You by @everydayfandom [malec are single parents of max and rafe respectively, and alec gets called in to school about the accident max was involved in...who doesn’t luv them some gud ol’ sweet piece of kidfic? those are like a soothing baths for your soul, and lightwood-bane kids are incapable of being anything less than extremely adorable in any interpretation, so]

College AU

Don’t say goodnight by @alistoney [this the kinda lighthearted content i am always here for - College AU]

One year and a bottle of whiskey by @CryptidBane [yassssss, yet another version of the College AU, but with malec as both clueless and pining professors, this type of fic i can read endlessly]

All is Fair in Love and War by @LadyOxymoron [aaaaaaaa, what was this adorableness *major heart-eyes* what a piece, mashallah, college professors AU, where magnus is new in town, and malec is engaging in an elaborate prank war, which, undoubtedly, is nothing more than a prolonged foreplay (c), what a gem]

Canon Divergence

oh, i’ve waited for you by @manticoremoons [so, the fic is happening a little bit further in a timeline, than the books or the series, and Alec is around 30, and... married to Lydia. i know, i know, it almost stopped me from proceeding, and boi am i glad it hasn’t completely, cause it is a damn good piece!]

Hey There Demons, It’s Me (Your Dream Boyfriend) by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [how many recs of this author can i make, without being deemed obsessed? cause y’all should go and read every single thing they wrote, stat. this adorableness is outta this world, literally - magnus’ summoning went sideways, and the loft ends up populated with the teenage ghost-demon, who is very clearly enamored with alexander... all kinds of fluff ensue]

Something Else verse by @CryptidBane (Impetus) [maybe it’s my fever talking, but i am such a sucker for memory loss AUs, and SH fandom has the richest canon base for those, yay! this time, it’s an AU verse after 3x10: rather than asking for his magic, Asmodeus curses magnus by taking away memories from everyone who’s ever loved him, in exchange for freeing jace from lilith’s thrall... oh, what a beautiful and delicious angst ensues]

Home by @otppurefuckingmagic [waaaaaaaaat... *sits with her mouth open* how did you....? how did he...? damnnnnnnnnn you authors in this fandom, stop being so talented!!!! this is uncannily brilliant]

I’ll hold on until you’re home by @alistoney [how dare you sir, right in the feels... the missing scene in the midst of 3x18/3x19, when magnus realizes what his idiot of a boyfriend has done, and confronts him about the Asmodeus deal]

First time for everything by @nebulein [“Nowhere in a Shadowhunters’ job description does it read ‘must look adorable while infatuated with the local High Warlock’.” - series of firsts written with such tenderness and adoration for characters, that it warms your heart while reading, - it shows how much the author cares for them. it is not finished, but whatever has already been written, is gold]

Fake dating AU

The Great Repression by @CryptidBane (Impetus) [although it might not be exactly my regular cup of tea, i still appreciate this author’s style so damn much, and the way they do malec dynamic overall, so it’s here. magnus is a camboy, and alec is hired to protect him from a stalker]

Friends to lovers

Family is Family by @hexicity [my brains are fried by the covid, so any coherent rec would be unlikely right about now, but the softness of this <333 alec sees an ad about a free room, and when he moves in, he finds way more, than he bargained for... gave me a bit of a “happy, shiny people everywhere” vibe, and that’s an automatic rec in my books, so]

Spinning Around In Circles by @lemonoclefox [my fav friends to lovers/mutual pining trope, here you are, and what a pretty pretty wrapper are you wearing - absolutely amazing interpretation of a trope, that seems to has been done to death, and yet here i am, never able to get enough of it <3]

If it walks like a duck by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [this. i was reading this. and after every single word. all i wanted to do was get down on one knee and propose to this person. i dunno who the hell you is, but.... how did you do this? it was... another level of fanfiction.]

Neighbors AU

Meow 17:1 Love Thy Neighbor by @high-warlock-of-brooklyn [again, not a fan of drabbles, but who could resist such softness??? Neighbors AU, where Chairman takes some lessons he learnt from “Parent trap” to heart, and alec is a stumbling mess, but he gets shit done, kudossssssss]

Various AU mix

Solid courage by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [how goddamn CUTE was dat???? answer - the cutest. mashallah people in this fandom can write]

Paper Love by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [it would not be an exaggeration to admit i thoroughly fell in love with this author’s style, i mean, all and every version of their malec is all kinds of awesome. this one is no exception - catarina works in the library, and malec have to take madzie out to a coffee shop, cause their obnoxious flirting is too loud for the quaint environment of catarina’s workplace.... it’s tiny and so so sooooooo sweet]

make no bones by @ohfreckle [yaaaaaaaaay, what a cutie, tiny preciousness about magnus having an awful day and taking it out on a no-good useless building super, simply delightful]

Freud is a Dick by @sanctuary_for_all [Alec works in IT firm, and accidentally sends someone else’s dick pick to his boss, whom he has a crush on... do i need to say more]

shadows in moonlight by @kaeg [damnnnnnn, son, that was a ride!! something exquisitely soulful, tender and so, so poetic... young malec meet in summer vacation home, and it will take your breath away in the best way possible... warning, it is unfinished, but whatever was written, is absolute preciousness]

For the Love of the Game by @TicklemyPickle [Hockey AU, where malec were childhood friends, but had a falling out, and were not in touch for the last 7 years, until magnus gets traded in to alec’s team... i was somewhat unsure about reccing this, as some of the choices author made regarding their dynamic did not exactly resonate with me, but decided to go on, because, god as my witness, one thing this world definitely needs more of - is malec Hockey AUs, word upppp]

Love Is A Gamble by @la-muerta [i myself do not completely understand, why has it taken me so long to get to the “The importance of elsewhere” author’s most famous piece, but i finally have, it was amazeballs, like, the world-building...? off the charts. the language, the moral struggle, what a gem. alec is a grumpy and surely sheriff *duh!!!* of a tiny town, and magnus strolls in being all... well, magnus-y, and opens a gambling house, the potential!!! anyway, i highly doubt this piece needs recs, so imma zip it]

@ohprongs [this author has too many tiny pieces i like to name them individually, but as far as reccing goes, they should def be mentioned here for their effortless, seamless style, and clear love for the characters in all interpretations, that simply shines through all and any AUs they choose to put malec in]

special mention:

@theleftboobgrabber [i wasn’t aware that at this stage it was still possible to come by someone like this. the author, who’s style would impress me so. that unbelievably glorious Mafia AU, absolutely delightful and literally perfect My mama don’t like you series, and something that went straight to my top-5 - MI6 AU ohhhhh, that MI6 AU... i have no coherent words to express the depths of my appreciation, this is unbelievable fucking talent for writing malec]

#malec #malec fic rec #malec fic #shadowhunters fic rec #shadowhunters

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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 5 years ago

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Learn some dam self care Keigo.

Dabi has noticed Keigo getting tired.

"What's the matter? Don't they don't give you Heroes breaks?" He mocks to cover up the sliver of concern.

"Not me." Is the short and bitter response. Its genuine for once.

Dabi puts off the next meeting for a few days to try and give him a break. Spying and working double shifts nearly everyday is obviously leaving the Hero with little time to rest. He’s not worried, really he isn’t, but Keigo may have stumbled a few times last meeting. He caught himself and didn't appear drunk wich leaves exhaustion.

When he messages the hero again it's just to tell him the next meeting time and location. Hopefully the dumb bird has rested up and they can get back to exchanging information.

Dabi ends up running a little late again. Toga wouldn't leave him alone about meeting Hawks and he had to shake her loose before he came to see him.

Keigo is curled into the corner of a sofa and is folded into his wings when Dabi walks into the warehouse.

"No greeting birdy? And after i let you have time off" Dabi notices that Keigo actually dosnt look much better than he had a couple days ago. He makes a note to check social media and see if Hawks had been pulling double shifts the entire time.

"It's fucking cold. Let's just get on with this." Keigo grumbles from inside the cocoon of his wings. He sits himself up straighter but keeps his wings around himself as a makeshift blanket.

It's about 20 minutes into the conversation before Keigo stops talking midsentence. A few moments later he falls forward and Dabi rushes to catch him.

That's it. Its officially intervention time. Keigo is obviously being overworked. He had stopped talking at several points in the meeting, loosing his train of thought or dozing off before jolting himself awake. He's looked him up on his phone while Keigo was struggling to stay awake and Keigo hasn't had a night or day off in weeks. Its past a burnout pace.

So it's not a complete surprise when he finally gives up and falls asleep.

Dabi calls Kuroguri and tells him to pick him up and prepare for a guest as Keigo struggles to wake up again. Keigo is mumbling at him and trying to stand but stumbling, so Dabi walks him straight back into the opening warp gate.

"Your meeting the boss. Oh and I'm kidnapping you until further notice." Dabi casually states and follows after him to see Shigaraki steadying him on the otherside. He had on his gloves he usually used for gaming and was scowling at Dabi already. Kuroguri had warped them right into the living room.

This is going to cause shenanigans and Shig knows it.

"Is he drunk? He can't even stand. What are you doing bringing him here right now?" Shigaraki let Keigo go when he tried to jerk out of his hold.

"I- I'm too- I can't, Dabi?" Keigo mumbled and moves toward Dabi.

"It's fine Keigo. Shig is just concerned. It's fine he's got his gloves on." Dabi muttered to the tired bird and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Is he drunk or what?" Shigaraki hovered nearby.

"Remember how I was saying the Hero commission was pushing him too hard? He's not drunk, just sleep deprived and exhausted. So I kidnapped him"

Shigaraki scratched at his neck.

"Is he always like this? Is there anyone coming to look after him?"

"Not as far as I know. Hey Magne can you start a bath? He's pretty cold." Dabi started leading Keigo down the hallway.

Toga appeared at his elbow and got a good look at Keigo.

"He can use one of my bath bombs. He looks like he needs some self care."

" You can lecture him on self care when he wakes up later." He continued supporting Keigo and was guiding him down the hall to the bath.

" Can you make sure he stays upright in the bath?" Shigaraki asked Shuichi in the corner.

Shuichi hoped up passing his game to Shig to save for him.

"I can bath myself." Keigo insisted and pulled away from Dabi. Waking up a little bit more. He stumbled again and leaned against the wall.

"This really isn't necessary, I appreciate it, but this happens all the time."

Shuichi grabbed his hands and pulled him upright causing a glove to slip off.

"Shouldn't happen at all" muttered a concered Kuroguri from the kitchen as Shuichi made a choked sound.

Keigo snatched his glove back and shoved it on.

"Fuck that's gotta hurt dude, no need to hide those here. I've got mine long. No one cares if I cut them or not bro" Spinner spread his hands out to show Keigo the talons Magne and Toga had painted just a few days ago.

He took Keigo's other hand and tugged off the glove. Keigo's nails revealed as talons clipped short and frayed.

"Dabi can keep watch." Keigo muttered. If this was going to be how he met the rest of the LoV it was better the devil he knew with him while he was vunerable.

Dabi wheezed behind him and coughed to clear his chest.

"Not a good idea" he coughed out.

"No he can not. He would be useless" Shig said while trying not to laugh.

"The hell you all standing around talking for? Let's get bird boi bathed changed and in bed. Not Dabi's bed. They're still not at that point evidently" Magne stated.

"I'm not a child. And I have patrol in 3 hours. I can't just skip." Keigo followed anyways. Sleep sounded so nice and technically he was still spying while he was here.

"Stage one kidnapping and get Kuroguri on a soapbox for Hero treatment and schedules. Got it." Sako grinned.

"You better give me that soapbox. First Shouta now this young man. I've got quite a bit to say to society on how much they demand from heros." Kuroguri appeared to be writing a speech already.

"I'm here so how are you going to fake a kidnapping?" Keigo was really getting tempted by the idea of that rest. Why the hell was the LoV so nice? Maybe if he asked Dabi would dry his feathers off for him?

Too nice. All this sounded too good to be true.

"Magicians never reveal there secrets"

"Wouldnt you like to know feather boi?" Toga cackled as she reappeared with gold and pink bathbombs.

"Keep your secrets then. Also thank you Toga I've been wanting to try these." Fuck it Keigo decided. He was tired and could spy properly when he more rested. This was somehow nothing what he expected the LoV to be and everything Dabi had implied they were for him.

"We are talking about whatever the hell these guys think is going on when I wake up" Keigo took the bathbombs and followed after Shuichi. Only bumping into the wall a few times.

Keigo only nodded off in the bath once and Shuichi threw a rubber duck at him when he did.

"What else does the Hero concil have you hide?" Shuichi asked trying to keep Keigo talking and awake.

"Um I have a 3rd eyelid my visor obscures? My talons are actually my fault at this point. I have to regularly clean and straighten my feathers or use them all up. They are a lot of maintenance but most of its second nature at this point." Keigo stuttered in some parts.

"Eye markings?" That's something Shuichi was actually curious about.

"Not makeup. Most people just assume its eyeliner but I was born with them." Keigo finished rinsing out his hair and held out a hand for a towel.

"Cool. Dabi thought so but I totally thought it was eyeliner."

"How often does Dabi talk about me?" Keigo shrugged into some sweats and a shirt that had a deep v already cut for his wings. That was thoughtful.

"He talks about you a lot."

"Does he like me or something? Do you think he would mind helping me dry out my wings? I dont want to annoy him" Keigo went to leave.

"How are both of you this clueless? You are literally wearing his sweats. Yes he would help you with your wings. we all would if he would challenge us to a pvp for the honor." Shuichi facepalmed.

"They kinda suck though, and make people uncomfortable. My feathers are basically a bunch of knives. Maybe Toga wouldnt mind? She likes knives" He muttered and shuffled towards the room he came into. There had been a couch and he could always use his wings as a blanket. Wet or not he would pass out almost immediately.

"I've never seen Toga and Dabi fight yet and I am not eager to see it now." Shuichi nudged him towards a diffrent room.

"Your rooms over here."

"I have a room?" It was probably because he was so tired but Keigo started crying. They were so nice to him already.

"DABI, your bird is crying. Come fix him." Shuichi yelled towards the main room.

There was some cussing heard and a few seconds later Dabi was beside him.

"Why you crying pretty bird?"

"I'm mostly just tired but you guys have been so nice! I have a own room already and you kidnapped me and my shirt has holes cut and no one minds my talons." Keigo babbles and leans forward until his head is resting on Dabi's shoulder.

"Well yeah, as soon as I started talking about you seriously joining us Shig set you up a room. The sweats and sleep and acceptance is just basic decency. Let's get you in bed." Dabi led him in the rest of the way.

"Wait can you dry my wings? They're wet and gross and Spinner said you wouldn't mind? I promise they won't cut you." Keigo muttered. Dabi would probably say no but he was too tired to detach them all and spin them around until they dried.

"Sure. Go to sleep already birdy."

Keigo finally got to sleep knowing it would be for more than a couple hours. Dabi running his heated hands through his wings was definitely something he was going to ask for again.

Fuck the commission he was staying here. Maybe Toga could give him a face mask next time.

#dabihawks #LoV as family #takami keigo #bnha dabi #shigaraki tomura #leauge of villians #mha #bnha #bnha hawks #thedarkonewrites #still not satisfied #no more deleting #very keigo centric #gah

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