#this is about the assholes throwing fits over other fans' concerns about the handling of the tlou2 situation btw

[funeralscythe]

if he doesn't do this already, i think ranboo should just start blocking his fans when they're disgusting. maybe getting pushed out by the man* himself will be the wake up call they need. idk.

[stusbunker]

AGA: Word to the Wise

A Supernatural Fan-fiction Denny AU Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, past Dean/Jo

Other characters: Sam, Bobby, Cas, Mick, Ash, Jo

Word Count: 3000 (whoa)

A/N: Sam gets on Dean’s nerves and Dean ends up taking a late night detour. Big talks ahead.

Special thanks to my beta @cracksinthewalls​ who puts up with my whiny ass. Also grateful for @there-must-be-a-lock​‘s insight.

The bowling league was in lean attendance due to a surprise snowstorm, but that didn’t keep Singers’ Slingers from mopping the floor with their competition. Dean ended on a spare in the last game, putting him just over his average for the night. State bowling wasn’t until spring, but if they kept up their momentum Dean was sure they could place well. And a weekend away would be a welcome break from his usual exhaustion. 

Dean still owed Mick a rematch from last year’s trip. Mick drank him under the table and Dean didn’t want to lose two years running, he had a reputation to uphold afterall. Bartending had cut into his training time, among other things.

Ash was the first one to bow out for the night, knowing his side towing business would be busy with vehicles in ditches for however long the storm lasted. Cas bummed a ride with Mick, since his car had never done well in this weather and he was still dragging his feet on upgrading. Dean knew he had been hinting at shopping around, but Dean wasn’t going to push the topic and get dragged into helping or finagling with the salesman for the guy. Cas could figure it out on his own, and Dean was finally in a place where he felt comfortable letting him. Huh.

Sam had been quiet all night, but Dean hadn’t mentioned it, attributing the sour mood to post-break up blues. They bought Bobby his weekly drink, “team dues” as he called it and settled in along the bar. 

Dean kept the conversation going, trying to keep the mood light, but Bobby was too tired to ham it up and Sam was not amused by his brother’s antics. Once Bobby polished off his last beer and headed home to Ellen, Dean was rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“Fine, you know what, I’ll reel it in, don’t want to interrupt your sulking,” Dean muttered after another joke fell flat. Sam winced at Dean’s jab, which Dean instantly regretted. Though it did seem to shake Sam out of his funk, if minutely.

“So, tell me about Benny,” Sam brought up with elephantine grace.

Dean stared at Sam like he proclaimed he was quitting the law firm and joining the circus, coulrophobia and all. 

Sam huffed. “What?”

“Nice segue there, counselor,” Dean grumbled. “What about him? Hmm, you want a new bowling bag? Because that was already on my list for you for Christmas.”

“Dude, you don’t have to do that. I mean, that’d be great, but no, I was kind of wondering what your deal was? Like do you hang out a lot?” Sam started fishing.

“Yeah, totally, everynight,” Dean deadpanned. “I mean I only work two jobs when I’m not moving your sorry ass back into Mom and Dad’s.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam said, waiting to figure out where he was going with this line of questioning and just shot in the dark. 

“What I’m trying to say is, is this, like, a Cas thing?” Sam choked out, unable to put it any more delicately. 

Dean burned with shame as his hackles raised in defensiveness. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Sam cocked his head and pursed his lips, unamused and unimpressed. “You know what I mean, man. Don’t make me spell it out.”

Dean wouldn’t budge, he dropped his beer with a thud. “Well, you’re gonna have to, because I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”

“Dude!” Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“The fuck is your problem? You got something to say, just say it, Sam.” Dean fumed, daring him with a murderous glare. Sam inhaled pregnantly, face still inching towards bitch mode. Sam eyed the bartender who was trying not to listen and the late game bowlers who suddenly decided they could catch up lane side instead.

What Dean didn’t realize was that he needed Sam to say it. He yearned for it, for his truth to be spoken, and known without him having to say it himself.

“Look, I know this isn’t something we talk about. But, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Alright? In the beginning with Cas, it was like you were obsessed, man. And since he just always seemed to need something from you. I just want to make sure you’re not getting used, I guess,” Sam unraveled the heart of his concern without saying too much, which Dean was not expecting, at all.

Dumbfounded, Dean retreated, annoyance trumping any chance at relief. 

“I think I can handle myself, thanks,” Dean spat. Petulantly, he took a sip from his beer, the cold glass solid in his hand, giving him something to clutch or even throw, if it came down to it.

“I didn’t say---,” Sam broke off. “Fine! You know what? You’re on your own. Just remember that I should have listened to you about Ruby and now I’m paying the price for my own stubbornness.”

Sam stood and reached for his money clip, tossing an extra five on the bar for the dramatics. He gave Dean one last chance to come clean, to own up to what they weren’t saying. Dean stared straight ahead, eyes unfocusing on the liquor labels behind the bar as if Sam had already left. So he did, just as he came: pissed and questioning his brother’s motives.

    Dean didn’t go home after that. Instead he absently followed a plow down the main road until he happened upon a familiar turn off. Which he took slow and steady until it ended in a T. The little brick ranch at the end of the lane held a lot of memories. And it was more inviting than ever with its Christmas card perfection in the falling snow. Dean put the Impala in park and let the radio play, wishing he had a joint just for the sake of something to do. 

He wasn’t there ten minutes before his phone rang, which he answered without processing the caller ID.

“You gonna come in or you just gonna sit out there feeling sorry for yourself?” Jo’s voice sliced across the line.

“Didn’t know if you were still up,” Dean bullshitted.

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Backdoor’s open,” her unimpressed reply. She hung up before Dean could make up an excuse to leave. He slouched out of the car and trudged down the long country driveway. As soon as he had stomped the snow off his boots, Jo welcomed him in with a firm hug and an appraising glint in her eye.

“Thanks, it’s a real mess out there,” Dean explained.

Jo just shook her head at him. “How’d ya bowl?”

“619 series, finished strong in the last few frames,” Dean answered. “Were you at your folks?”

“Nah, just know it’s Wednesday night, which means the boys were at the alley,” Jo smirked as she reached atop her fridge for the good stuff. 

She held up the whiskey in offering and Dean nodded, bending out of his coat. He slipped it over the back of a chair and settled in at the vintage kitchen table. She poured him a glass and watched as he inhaled the first round like he had been outside for hours and needed to fight off a much deeper chill.

“Well alright,” Jo resigned herself to playing shrink and poured Dean another drink. “So, what’s got you stuck in your head, hm?”

Dean weighed his head from side to side as he let the whiskey roll over his tongue. He never got far into a pouting session when Jo was around, but he also didn’t know which chamber of his heart he could stand to prop open for her inspection tonight.

“How’ve you been, Jo? You still schooling those truckers on taking care of their own rigs?” Dean sidestepped with ease.

“You know it,” Jo confirmed. “Not a day goes by that I don’t have to put another asshole in his place. Pays good, though.”

Jo had followed in Bobby’s footsteps and became a mechanic, but two Singers were already one too many for the shop and salvage yard. So she took her skills out to the interstate and made a name for herself as the only female diesel technician in four counties. Dean used to hate it when she would fix something faster than him, but it had been more than a decade since her skills had made him feel inferior. Dean knew Jo’d be his boss someday, but he wasn’t too worried about those far off futures; Bobby wouldn’t retire unless Ellen made him or killed him first.

“How’s Rufus holding up?” Jo teased, knowing her dad’s old friend was getting worse for the wear, much like John had.

“Stubborn, and as glib as ever. Good thing your dad rehired him, because he’s a bit too mouthy for most customers,” Dean admitted.

    Jo hummed with nostalgia. “I gotta swing by and bug you guys sometime, but it just keeps getting busier.”

    Dean sighed. “I hear that. What’s it been? Labor day? No. I haven’t even seen you since the Fourth. Christ!”

“Yeah, well, you’ll see me next week for Thanksgiving, don’t get too sentimental about it now,” Jo quipped. She took a short sip off the bottle as Dean swirled the last of his second helping.

“I’m seeing someone,” Dean staggered the words, like he wasn’t sure if their meanings and sounds fit together.

Jo sighed dramatically, “Finally, the truth is revealed! What’s up? She’s not pregnant, is she?”

“No.” Dean had to bite back his guffaw. “Definitely not.”

“Okay, then why the sad face? Not pulling a Ruby on ya, I hope?” Jo tested the waters.

“No, it’s--uh--- it’s been good. Really good. I just, kind of need to make up my mind if I’m in it for the long haul. Ya know?” Dean clarified, relaxing with each little confession. 

“Uh-oh it’s getting serious,” Jo mock whispered.

Dean rolled his shoulders. “No, well, it could be. I don’t know.”

Jo giggled. “I can’t believe you! You’re fucking twitterpated, aren’t you?!”

“Jo, if you start making Thumper jokes, I’m shutting up right now,” Dean warned with a pointed finger. “Care to top me off while you’re at it?”

“Okay, okay, gosh.” Jo rolled her eyes dramatically as she poured him another drink before pointedly putting it back on the fridge. “But you’re in deep. You’re all blushy about it.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m ready to go big. It just means they’re willing to put up with me until I say the word,” Dean tried to downplay his feelings and Benny’s confession.

“So do it! Bust out the grand gestures already,” Jo encouraged.

Dean scoffed, “I’m not built for commitment, you know that!”

“Except you kinda are! You’ve changed, Dean,” Jo insisted, head hung to pour her honesty from her eyes. “I don’t know when it happened, but you’re not that reckless boy that I knew. You’ve always been a good guy, but now?---- Maybe it’s been since Sam came home, I don’t know. But somewhere along the way you grew up.---- It’s okay to let yourself want something more, you know.”

Dean grumbled and rolled his neck, breaking the eye contact. She always could do this to him, just like her mother, see straight through his every defense. “I always thought it’d be you, you know?”

Jo smiled without teeth. “Firsts can do that to people. But, we’re not those kids anymore, Dean. So, if you’re asking for my permission or seeking my approval---?”

Dean dropped his head to his hands, thick fingers poorly hiding him from Jo. “It’s a guy, Jo. I’m--- I don’t know--- Bi? I guess?”

“Dean?” Jo waited until he stopped being sheepish and looked at her, even if it was only out of the corner of one eye. “You’ve been head over heels for Cas for years. If you dare tell me this is about him, so help me, I will throw you out right now.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh ruefully at that and toss back what was left of his whiskey. “You saw that, huh?”

She didn’t answer, waiting for him to work through it on his own.

“It’s not Cas.” Dean smacked his lips and held up his glass for a refill. Jo stood and brought the bottle back to the table. Dean poured himself three fingers worth and pondered the sloshing liquid before he continued. “Your mom know?”

Jo licked her lips, cocked her head, and sighed.

Dean closed his eyes and asked, “Bobby? Fuck!--- my mom?!”

“No one has ever said it out loud, Dean. I don’t know who knows, honestly. But we’re family, that doesn’t change.” Jo grasped his wrist firmly, he held her hand to his and then she slapped her other one on top. Time stopped long enough for Dean to accept that his secret was finally out, but also that it was safe.

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you, of all people.” Dean thumbed her knuckles, staring into eyes he knew as well as his own.

“Really? Who else would you be talking to about it? Sam? Ash, maybe?” Jo giggled. “I’m honored, actually. It means you stopped hating me.”

Dean pulled his hands away and took another drink. “I never hated you.” 

“Okay, well, maybe it means you stopped hating yourself,” Jo corrected.

Dean’s brows crooked incredulously.

“Too much?” Jo asked apologetically.

Dean shook his head and sighed. “You are your mother’s daughter.”

“Now you’re the one being rude,” Jo muttered before taking a solid drink off the bottle this time.

Dean let himself relax, let the whiskey and conversation work into his muscles and set his worries aside. They talked like the old days and about the old days. Those in between years after high school and before anyone was ready to face responsibility. When half their friends went to college, they had just kept on working. After another hour, Jo leaned back in her chair and started scrutinizing him once again.

“You know how I know you’re happy with what’s his name?” Jo teased.

“Beh--- I didn’t tell you, fuck! Benny, his name is Benny. Goddamnit Joanna Beth,” Dean cursed through a chuckle; more details dragged out of him than he had planned on.

Jo cocked her head and considered the name.“Benny, right. You wanna know how I know?” Jo pushed.

“Fine, how?” Dean held up his hand, beckoning for her to hit him with her response.

“Because this is about the time of night you start giving me the lazy once over. But not tonight,” Jo proclaimed, chin out condescendingly. She had him, every few years they’d find themselves back in each other’s beds, for a night or a weekend and then they’d move on. He always thought of her as his home, his starting point. But maybe they weren’t the same thing at all.

“You still look good, Jo,” Dean replied, trying to save face.

“That’s not what I meant, Dean. Besides, I know!” Jo snarked, straightening her spine and tossing her hair over her shoulder. Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore and it spilled out over a toothy grin, making Jo almost choke on her drink. God, Dean felt like anything was possible. That life was good. 

After the hysterics had calmed down, Dean exhaled. “Thanks, Jo. I needed this.”

“You sure did, nobody else was gonna hand you your ass so kindly,” Jo agreed, standing and taking the bottle and Dean’s glass with her to the counter that held the sink. He whined comically, but knew her timing was right. She leaned back and smirked.

Dean grew quiet and Jo waited to see if it was exhaustion, the alcohol or something else. She didn’t have long to prepare.

“How’m I gonna tell my dad?” Dean asked, the pain and panic pulling at his face until she saw the telltale tears well up.

“Fuck ‘im. I mean it, if your dad can’t get his head out of his ass to see how happy you are, he isn’t worth your time,” Jo said adamantly.

Dean let his thoughts roll to the side of his head and licked his lips, biting against the tremor. He quickly wiped away the tears that escaped and inhaled wet and ragged. Jo slipped to his side and ran her hand through his hair, letting his face fall against her chest as he breathed through the onslaught. Dean couldn’t help but think how motherly the affection felt.

She pulled back to look him over at arms’ length. 

“So what now? You want the couch? Or should I call you a ride? I’m sure Sam owes you one,” Jo asked, as no nonsense as ever.

“I’ll be fine,” Dean dismissed her concern, rubbing up his face to wipe off his nose.

“Well, you ain't driving.” Jo held up his keys. Dean blanched, feeling his pockets for them, fruitlessly. He stood to snatch them, but she had already skipped across the kitchen, too far to catch. “Nuh-uh, no way I’m letting you risk your baby. Or your thick skull in this weather.”

 Dean put his hands on his hips, and blinked through the dizziness. He realized he hadn’t stood in a few hours. “Sam.”

“What’s that?” Jo prodded mischievously, ear leaning in as if she couldn’t hear him.

“Very funny. Call Sam, will ya?” Dean rolled his eyes as she scrolled through her contacts, murmuring the names under her breath. His keys were raised in victory, as if he couldn’t reach them above her head. He could have snagged them in an instant, if he wanted to.

 While Jo woke Sam, Dean checked his own phone. Ignoring some texts from his mom and Cas, he selected the conversation with Benny. There were no new messages since that morning. Dean hesitated before relocking his screen.

“Sam’ll be here in twenty. You want something to eat? I’ve got chips.” Jo offered, opening the cupboard.

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[hotchnershottie]

Hurt

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

Summary: Reader gets a good stab, Hotch worry

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s Note: i’ve been looking for something to occupy my time recently and i figured that tumblr could use some more hotch ;) also if the ending is totally garbage, i’m sorry i’m new to this lol

Warning(s): mention of blood

“We need to catch this son of a bitch,” Morgan seethed, ”We’re so close.” This case had been especially tolling, it had been over a week since the B.A.U. agreed to take over and the unsub had slipped through the teams’ fingers more times than they could count. At this point, 6 young women had been brutally murdered by a delusional, stab-happy lowlife.

“We just need something to draw him out,” You spoke, “Like bait.” The team turn their heads toward you, interests piqued.

“Y/n does fit the unsub’s ‘type.’“ Reid pointed out, “Maybe if we use her we could finally catch him — ” 

“Absolutely not.” Looking up from the table you saw Hotch, brows furrowed in that well-known ‘I’m angry’ face. “I will not put Y/n in harm’s way just to close a case!”

“But if we don’t, more innocent women will lose their lives to this asshole! C’mon Hotch please, just let me do this. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself,” You looked at him, pleading with your eyes. He hated when you did that, made him feel dizzy. He just wanted to protect you, and maybe even more than that if you’d let him —

“Hotch?” 

As if being broken out of a trance, he shook his head and sighed. “Fine, but we do it on my terms or not at all. Do you all understand?” Everyone nods, a few mumbling “yes sir” as they left the room, heading for the car.

__________ 

“Alright, you’re going to leave the bar from the rear and wait in the alley until the unsub approaches.  Reid and I will be in the van across the street, Hotch and Morgan will be standing by the entrance watching for anybody who fits the profile. Remember, you’re wired so we’ll be with you the whole time, okay?” Emily had her hands on your shoulders, attempting to provide a sense of calm for you.

“Thanks, Em. I got it, let’s catch this bastard.” You said, a grin playing at your features. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Hotch staring at you and for a split second, you could’ve sworn you saw his face soften into a look of concern. However, that must’ve been your hopeful imagination playing tricks on you because when you turned to face him, he was grimacing as usual. You wondered what you’d have to do to be the one that makes him smile someday. 

A stern voice interrupted your inconvenient daydreaming. “Y/n, are you even listening to me? It’s imperative that you pay attention.” Looking up you saw none other than Aaron Hotchner, his soft brown eyes burning into your own. God, did you love those eyes —

“What? Y-yes sir, I’m listening.” You stuttered, the intensity of his gaze throwing you off. 

“I need you to stick to the plan exactly. Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do, okay?” You nodded. “Good. Now please be careful out there, Y/n.” This whole situation was visibly bothering him, so you grabbed his hand as reassurance.

“I’ll be okay, Hotch, I promise. And even if I’m not, you’ll be there to save me, right?” You asked, playfully batting your lashes at him

He almost smiled, heat rising in his cheeks, “Of course I will.” 

__________

The warm air hit your face as you left the bar, going straight into the dark alleyway. You stumbled along, playing the part of a helpless drunk girl in hopes that the unsub would bite. A shadow figure approached you from behind. 

“You lookin’ for a good time, sugar?” The man breathed on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. 

“No thanks, back off creep.” You turned, starting for the main street.

“Do NOT speak to me that way, you stupid slut!” He all but screamed at you, grabbing you by the arm. You gasped as you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. Glancing down, you saw the knife he had been concealing now lodged in your stomach. 

“Y/n!” 

You saw Morgan run after the unsub as you sank to the ground, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms. 

“You promised me you’d be okay.”  Hotch spoke to you, his voice trembling slightly. 

You smiled, revealing your blood-stained teeth, “I am okay now that you’re here.”

“Now is not the time for that, Y/n.” Your eyes began to shut — “Hey! Keep looking at me, okay? Stay awake for me.” The pain you were feeling was indescribable, all you wanted was to sleep. 

“It hurts, Hotch.” You whimpered, and his eyes welled up with tears.

“I know, Y/n. I know it does, but you’re going to be alright. You have to be, I can’t lose you too.” His words made your heart flutter, he really did care about you. 

“Hotch?” He hummed in response. “I think I love you,” you said, your eyes finally forcing themselves shut. He sat, rocking your body back and forth as the sirens rapidly approached.

__________

You woke to the sound of beeping monitors, harsh florescent lighting, and the Golden Girls playing on the mounted television. 

“You’re awake,” you heard from beside you. You turned to see a very exhausted Aaron Hotchner, hand grasping for yours. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again, you’ve been in a coma for three days. I thought I lost you.” He put his head down, feeling defeated.

You sighed, “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful next time.” Hotch noticed you tightened your grip on his hand, “You can’t get rid of me that easy, I’m too strong.” 

“This,” you gestured toward your freshly stitched wound, “barely even a scratch.”

Hotch scoffed at you, a grin splitting his previously rigid expression for only a bit, before the look of seriousness returned. “Y/n..” he paused, “do you remember the last thing you said to me before you passed out?” After a few moments of thinking, your eyes widened. Had you really said that out loud? You thought that was a dream. Oh God, what if he doesn’t feel the same? What if he doesn’t feel comfortable being around you anymore?

Your crisis was cut short when he said, “I feel the same way. I’m sorry it took you almost dying for me to admit that.”

— Wait, huh? 

“You what?” You asked, your stomach whirring with excitement. You sat up quickly, sending of small jolts of pain through your body. 

Hotch lent over, his face hovering in front of yours. His breath fanned over your cheeks as he spoke, “Is this okay?” You nodded slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. You had waited so long for this.

His lips brushed gently against yours, careful not to hurt you. You felt yourself melt into his touch as your mouths moved in sync, slow and sweet. Parting, you both smiled. “I love you, Y/n.” He pecked your lips once more. 

“I love you, too.” 

Maybe you should get stabbed more often.

[obx-lover-girl]

Is it real// JJ Maybank x Plus size reader

Summary-  you’ve always had a major crush on JJ Maybank but what happens when he finally starts to reciprocate those feelings? Could he ever love you? One night he finally makes you believe you guys could actually happen but will it last?

warnings- Violence, fluff, drinking

word count- 1,400

Part 2

You decided last minute to attend the party, partly due to Sarah's convincing but mostly because of JJs comment. You’ve basically been bewitched by his charm like every other girl on this island. You slowly examine your outfit for tonight in the mirror in Sarah's bathroom. It’s hard for you to admit when you looked good, but tonight you felt it. Your black tube top was fitting and showed off your chest and your striped flowy shorts fit your hips perfectly. You felt confident tonight. You couldn’t help yourself from thinking about JJ and what he would think. You’re awoken from your thoughts when someone puts their hands on your hips. It's Rafe Cameron. Rafe is Sarah's older brother and always used to bully you as a kid for your weight and appearance. It was odd having him touch you. “Well you’re looking good tonight kid, good enough to eat.” he says as he looks you up and down. You start to  pull yourself away from him but he grabs your wrist, tightly, this will definitely leave a mark.

“Hey, woah where are ya going?” he says as he moves his head towards your neck. “I thought you liked me,” he whispers in your ear. Making your whole body shiver, and not in a good way.

“Please Rafe leave me alone,” you say, obviously loud enough for Sarah to hear as she barges into the bathroom.

“What the fuck Rafe! Let her go now!” Sarah screams as Rafe loosens his grip long enough for you to release yourself from his grasp. Sarah grabs you by your other wrist and leads you out of the bathroom.

“Yeh go have fun with your pogue friends, but you better watch your back Y/N!” he yells behind you as we slam Sarah's bedroom door. You grab your wrist with your other hand and hold it. You can feel it bruising already.

“Hey are you ok Y/N? Just try to ignore him, he's an asshole,” Sarah says. You nod letting her know you’re ok and we continue to get ready. You really weren't ok. To be honest Rafe Cameron gave you the creeps and you were never aware what his next move would be, and that terrified you. -------------------------- “Are you sure you’re ok with driving?” you ask Sarah as you both climb into her SUV.

“Yeh it’s cool, I’ll just spend the night with John B,” she answers and you wiggle your eyebrows letting a giggle slip out.

“Oh shut up Y/N!” She says laughing, “you would if you could.” she says as she starts driving towards the boneyard.

“What do you mean?” you say smiling.

“Oh come on Y/N, maybe not with John B but definitely with JJ. The chemistry is obviously there.” she answers as she stops at a stop light.

“Yeh I have a crush on him but the possibility of that happening are slim to none. Do you see the girls he flirts with, none of them look like… well me,” you say as you slam your head into the back of my seat.

“Oh that's ridiculous! You are beautiful and JJ definitely sees that. I see the way he looks at you. Especially today in that bikini you had on, he was all over that!” she says and you start laughing. You bite your lip thinking about today and his eyes set on yours.

“But i'm warning you,” Sarah starts as you look at her confused, “JJ has quite the reputation,” she says with a concerning look on her face.

“Yeh i’m aware of his flirtatious behaviour Sarah, that's like common knowledge,” you say as you turn your head to look out the window.

“Not just flirtatious, I've heard the stories from John B and I’d hate for you to be just another one of his conquests. You deserve so much better than that.”

“I know but i’d hope JJ wouldn’t be like that to me.” But at the same time that thought terrified you. You couldn’t handle just being another one of his hit it and quite it girls.

“I hope not, I'm just worried, being your best friend and all,” she says as you arrive at the party.

“I appreciate you for caring,” you say as you reach over and peck her cheek. You grab your backpack filled with coolers since you're not a big beer fan and there would definitely be a keg present knowing the boys.

The two of you make your way towards the group and you spot Kiara first, rushing up to her and greeting her with a hug.You both sit down on the log and you immediately start searching for JJ but can’t find him anywhere.

“Hey guys, where's JJ?” you ask the group.

“Oh, he’s probably away with some touron, you know JJ,” Pope answers. You instantly feel your heart sink and Kiara notices the look on your face and places her hand on your shaking thigh. You instantly get the feeling to just say fuck it due to the fact that JJ was clearly not interested. You grab a cooler from your bag and open it and raise it out in front of you. You suddenly felt the urge to get completely wasted.

“Well let's get crazy tonight guys!” you say as the rest of the group cheers. -----------------------------

The alcohol didn’t help with your sadness, it never does. Before you know it you're shotgunning another cooler and you can feel the liquid rushing to your head.

“I’m going to grab another beer,” Kiara says as she stands from the log you were sitting on.

“Holler if you need me,” she winks as she walks away. You try to stand but the dizziness caused by the booze makes it near impossible on your own and you stumble back down. As you almost fall over a hand grabs you offering support. You hope deep down it's JJ but to your surprise Rafe Cameron is holding you up. You sit back down and he joins you.

“May I help you Rafe?” you slur. You open another cooler but suddenly the cooler is ripped out of your hands.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” he says as a devilish smirk appears on his face. Your stomach starts to turn as you feel his face coming closer to your ear.

“I never knew a girl built like you could look that good in shorts,” he commented as he placed his grizzly hand on your inner thigh. You stiffened and could smell the disgusting beer lingering on his breath. You tried to force his hand away from your thigh as he started to kiss your neck, but he wouldn't budge. You could feel a tear forming in your eye as you tried to push him away from you. Suddenly a figure appeared and Rafe was tackled off the log onto the sand. It was JJ. He was throwing one punch after another as he was hovering overtop of Rafe. Suddenly topper and Kelce, Rafes friends pulled him off so Rafe was able to stand. Suddenly Rafe began to punch JJ in the stomach over and over as Kelce and Topper held him up.

“Pretty unfair fight Rafe, wouldn’t you say?” John B yells as he approaches the fight and grabs topper by the shoulder and begins throwing punches. Pope isn’t far behind grabbing Kelce. It was just JJ and Rafe now. Kiara and Sarah kept yelling at the boys to stop but you just stood there in shock.

“Pretty honourable to protect your whale of a girlfriend, isn’t it Maybank?” Rafe says with a snicker. In response JJ throws a hook landing in the centre of Rafes jaw. Before you could blink Rafe was on top of JJ beating at his physique. Without thinking you run towards Rafe and jump onto his back trying to pull him off.

“Get the Hell off of me, you slut,” Rafe says as he finds a way to throw you off but you continue to try to break up their fight. He throws you off again and you hit the ground hard. With Kelce and Topper defeated by John B and Pope the boys run over and grab Rafe and throw him to the ground. JJ rises and makes his way to rafe on the sand and spits at his feet.

“Don’t you ever touch her again!” he then makes his way towards you and helps you off the ground.

“Are you ok Y/N?” you nod as you cup his face as you examine his many wounds.

“Let's get you fixed up big guy,” you say as you grab his hand and lead him towards John B's place.

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Flight of the Little Bird: Three Months Later.

Previous | Master List 

Its the end! I know I said I’d have this up a few hours ago, but at least I finished it, right? (I’m still so sorry about the Late At Night series, I swear I’m still working on it.)

~~

“Dad, stop being mean to the bees.” Your laugh rings out across the large garden as you watch your father try to catch the bees buzzing around his tomatoes. “They’re friends.” 

“You wouldn’t say that if they were hornets.” He counters, adjusting the straw hat he was wearing. You both grin at his words, squinting due to the southern California sun. You had missed this place, with its sprawling land, the old adobe mansion your grandfather had bought so many decades ago, and even the bees that always returned to your father’s precious garden every summer. 

“Hornets are bastards, its different.” You point out, returning your attention to the pumpkins you were weeding. “How long do you think it’ll be until these babies are ready for the market?” You wonder, gently caressing the squash in front of you. 

“Not until early October at the earliest, we could sell them for Jack-o-lanterns” He informs you, finally leaving the bees alone to check his other garden inhabitants. “These cucumbers might be ready next week though.” 

“The bell peppers too,” You stand up, pointing to the section of garden he had set aside for his varied peppers. “We should check the mushrooms as well, I could make stuffed bell peppers and-”

“Honey!” Your mother’s voice has both of you looking back towards the house, and you can tell from the way she’s fiddling with her wedding ring that something is wrong. 

“What’s wrong, mom?” You call, and she immediately waves your concerns away. 

“Its nothing sweetie, I just need to talk to your father.” You don’t believe her, but still shrug it off anyway. You share a look with your old man, who’s clearly as confused as you are, “Don’t worry, we’re almost done weeding, I’ll finish up the pumpkins and go check the shrooms.” 

“Alright, thank you.” He tips his hat dramatically to you before following his wife inside the house. Weeding takes only a few minutes, so you find yourself meandering towards the front of the house to find the mushrooms before either of your parents have made it back outside. 

You wish they had come out to stop you.

The moment you round the side of the house, you’re met with two large black vans, a sight so familiar to you that for a moment you’re excited, wondering where you’re about to be whisked off next. Then, you remember. 

It had already been three months since you had left, and the boys hadn’t contacted you once, not even Mark, which hurt most of all. You had no doubt they probably hated you, so what were these vans doing here? Were you about to be kidnapped?

“Please, just hear us out.” A familiar voice begged. 

“Not a chance. If you had wanted to talk to her you should have called first, don’t think she’ll want to see you just because you showed up at her house.” Your mother argued, voice stern, a rare occurrence. Slowly the crowd of boys were backed out of the house, though none of them had noticed you yet. 

“Mom-” 

“Mark Tuan, don’t you dare “mom” me right now. You think you can just ghost my daughter for three months and I’ll welcome you back with open arms? It’s your fault she got her heart broken in the first place. If you think I’ll just forgive you in an instant-”

“Mom.” This time, it was you who called to her, making her stop and all of them looked over to you. Seeing you must have been a shock, the last time you had all been together you wore only designer clothes, stylish pants and dresses, things that screamed money. Now, you stood before them in dirty overalls and a work out tank top you had stolen from Jackson years ago. Your hat blocked the sun from your eyes, but you knew you looked tanner than before, having spent almost every day in the sunshine. 

“Oh honey, you were supposed to stay in the garden.” Your mom sighs, clearly distressed. 

“Mom, go inside.” 

“But-”

“Mom.” You say more firmly, finally tearing your gaze away from the boys to look at her. “I’m a big girl, I can handle my own problems. Go inside please.” She doesn’t say anything, just nods and turns around to head back inside. The moment the door closes, the boys surge forward, but your step backwards has them stopping. “Why are you here? My mom was right, you don’t make a single effort to contact me, and you just show up?”

“You really think you get to be upset right now?” Jinyoung asks. 

“Yes I do.” You retort immediately. “I apologized several times. I explained I was leaving the company but you were all still free to contact me, and none of you did. So yeah, I think I’m allowed to be upset.” 

“I’m sorry.” Mark pipes up, stepping forward to stand at the front of the group. “We were shitty friends, and I’m so sorry for that, but that isn’t why we’re here.”

“Then why are you here?” 

“We want you to come back, to come home.” Youngjae finally admits, voice small. There was no humor in your laugh as it bubbled up. 

“I am home.” You manage to say, throwing out your arms to gesture to the property. “Do you even understand why I left?” 

“Y/n.” JB tries to start but you stop him. 

“I left because your beloved Aghase turned on me and Jackson the moment they found out about us. They’ve always hated me. Every time I’ve been seen by them they spew nothing but hate and that takes a toll. I can’t do that anymore.” 

“They don’t hate you.” Mark almost yells. “And who cares if they do? We’ve spent three months trying to accept what you did but you didn’t think about how we would feel.” Mark was angry, a sight you had seen a few times, but had never been towards you. “You expected us to just forget about you, to move on. I have been your best friend for over two decades!” His heart broken shout made tears immediately spring into your eyes. “I would have understood backing away from the group, or even lying to the public about your relationship, but running away? That’s not like you.” 

“You didn’t try to stop me.” 

“Because I thought I would be okay!” He was crying now, and you felt about to but you tried your best not to let it break you completely. “I thought we would all be okay and I would just be upset for a while until I could see you again, but it wasn’t just me. Everyone has been upset, everyone has been hurt and it was your selfishness that did it!” 

“I did it for you, to protect you from those assholes who called themselves your fans!”

“That’s enough! Both of you!” Jackson interjects, stepping in between you. “You are both right, and both wrong.”

“Have you not been on social media at all since you got here?” Jinyoung asks casually, earning a shake of the head from you. 

“I didn’t want to see what the company said, or you guys.” You confess, letting out a deep sigh, trying not to burst into tears. 

“The boss wasn’t having it. He threatened to sue anyone who was defaming you, or spreading malicious comments.” Jinyoung explains, looking for something on his phone. “They published a post about you leaving, about how it was the fault of so many hateful comments, and that we would be taking an extended hiatus due to, how did he phrase it?” he pauses, trying to remember the words. 

“Stress and heartbreak from losing a dear friend.” Jackson says, refusing to look at you. “None of us wanted to keep going without you.”

“I told you, we couldn’t just forget about you.” JB pipes in, taking the phone from Jinyoung to show you. 

Comment from: @/wang-gaepark-gae:

What the hell is wrong with people? Jackson and Y/n should be allowed to date without everyone throwing a fit #justicefory/n

Comment from: @/y/n_protection_squad:

Her concepts were so cool! Who cares that they were dating, y’all just took the coolest production designer away from them! This is why we can’t have nice things. #justicefory/n

Comment from: @/wouldletbam_bam:

Does this mean we’re getting the person who did girlsgirlsgirls back? Cause I’ll find Y/n myself if that’s the case.

Comment from: @/notjae6: 

Even if you didn’t like their relationship, you didn’t have to ruin everything for everyone. You probably ruined her life #justicefory/n

Comment from: @/aghasefory/n:

Is this why Youngjae looked so sad in his last Vlive? Wait what about Mark? They were besties right? #justicefory/n

“Are they all-?”

“Most of them. Our fans really like you, and they love your work more.” Jinyoung explains. “They’ve trended the Justice for Y/n hashtag for almost three months, and they’ve been releasing their fav clips of you.”

“Wait, clips of me?” 

“Yup, people saw you a lot more than you think. You are the person we were closest to besides our managers.” Mark chuckles, wiping his eyes. 

“The boss already agreed to let you come back. He says he’ll make sure any malicious comments are met with legal action.” JB interjects, giving Jinyoung his phone back. 

“Why does it matter so much?” You almost huff, refusing to look at the boys, knowing it will make you start crying. 

“Because we could have lost you. Forever, permanently.” Jackson finally spoke up. “Mark told us about high school, and about the bridge.” Your heart rate increases drastically as you think back to that day, the day you almost died. 

“We’ve been so worried this whole time.” Mark begins. “So worried I would never get to see you again.” 

“So why didn’t you call?” 

“You said you wanted to leave, and we did our best to respect that.” JB explains, stepping forward, now not only as your friend, but as Got7’s leader. “So we are here to apologize, and to ask you, beg if we have to, to come home with us.” All seven of them drop into a 90 degree bow, each one apologizing at once. You glance towards the house, where your parents are pressed to the screen of the front window, listening to the whole conversation. Both of them nod vigorously, gesturing towards the boys. A small chuckle bubbles up from your chest as the tears start spilling onto your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, you guys.” You squeak out, making them slowly come upright, “I thought I was going to be okay, I thought you would just forget about me, and I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left.” Their faces erupt into grins, with Mark dashing forward to scoop you into a tight hug. The other boys join in a second later, squishing you at the center of the circle. “I really missed you guys.” You croak from where your face is squished into Jackson’s shoulder.

“We know.” Bambam grins, patting your head. 

“And now you're not allowed to leave.” You bring your head up, finally looking into Jackson’s eyes. 

“Deal.”

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Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Thirteen Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, Louis/Aasim, Ruby/Brody Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

author’s note: finally introducing one of my favorite boyos into this au!! sorry for the late update i hope you like it!

Just on the outskirts of the school, there was a patch of land that Violet had always overlooked, chalking it up as nothing.

        Turns out it was the community garden.

Clementine had pointed it out to her on their way to the corner store, and abruptly remembered that she had to check on her bok-choy and spinach plants.

       Violet waited patiently at the entrance, not noticing Clementine’s expression turn from tentative to mischievous. She turned her head just in time to see Clem reaching over a small fence, plucking a flower from another garden plot.

“Dude, isn’t that someone else’s?” Violet stammered, as Clementine rose to her feet and tucked the red flower behind Violet’s ear. “Can’t you get in trouble for that?”

      Clementine pursed her lips, tugging at the collar of Violet’s jacket with a smirk. “You’re the one who has a shirt that literally says ‘Be gay, do crime’.”

Still bashful from Clem adjusting her collar, Violet huffed and crossed her arms. “Never said I was a role model.”

        Clementine beamed before shutting the gate behind them, and interlocking her fingers with Violet’s. “Don’t worry, they’re Javi’s brothers’ flowers. That guy is kind of a dick, so I don’t feel bad. Child support dodging asshole.”

With a weak smile, Violet walked alongside Clem beside the road, kicking the occasional pebble that she saw.

      “Plus, I don’t think anyone could be that mad if they saw how cute you look.” Clementine chided, happily humming when she saw the deep pink flush across Violet’s face.

Fighting every instinct to bury her face in her hands, her smile became wobbly. “I’m not - I’m not fucking cute. Cute is for puppies and... babies.”

        Clementine huffed, swinging their intertwined fingers back and forth between them. “Fine. Beautiful, then.”

Violet groaned with exaggeration, trying to throw the attention off of the blush she couldn’t control. Being pale sucks when it comes to stuff like that.

      Clem held the door to the front of the shop open for Violet, and a cool breeze met her, along with some borderline emo pop music.

“Benny boy! How’s your shift going?” Clem hoisted herself up onto a bar stool beside the counter top, and swung her legs as she smiled at the lanky teenager at the cash register.

        “Well, this fucking terrifying lady just left about five minutes ago. Textbook definition of a scary soccer mom.” Ben murmured, pushing back his mess of shaggy back hair to glance at Violet. “She was even taller than me. Like, nobody’s taller than me.”

“Glad to see your ego is still intact.” Clementine giggled, patting the stool next to her for Violet to sit down on. Ben smiled wearily, eyes dancing between the two girls. “Did you get Larry to fix up the milkshake machine?”

         Ben softly shook his head, and took two large glasses from table behind him and set them under the spout. “Cheap bastard didn’t do shit. I got it fixed out of my own pocket. So, what can I get for you guys?”

“Two taco bags, puh-lease!” Clem sang out, digging the twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and slapping it on the counter. “Oh, Vi. What flavor do you want?”

       “Flavor?” Violet scrunched up her nose at the question, and Ben pressed a couple of different Doritos bags towards them. “Oh, uh... the best flavor.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Clem swooned dramatically, leaning back in her seat. “That’ll be two bags of Cool Ranch.”

     Violet guffawed and shook her head at the notion. “What? No. I said best flavor, Nacho Cheese.”

Ben beamed, and grabbed the bag from a shocked Clementine, who then crossed her arms. “At least one of your friends has taste. That kid who almost broke my jukebox by sitting on it went for the Supreme Cheddar. Fucking nasty.”

     “It’s Louis-“ Clem interjected, as Ben rolled his eyes and turned the corner to the kitchen.

Violet tugged her knees to her chest, and focused her gaze on the cheesy cat clock in the corner with big yellow eyes. “You take all your dates here?”

     Clementine blinked rapidly, and went to say something when there was a bang in the kitchen, followed by a “FUCK!”

A disheveled Ben rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment as he came back into the counter area, holding two bags of Doritos with chunks of taco meat and lettuce and cheese in them.

        “Bon appetite.” Ben dramatically bowed, passing the bags to Clem and Violet along with a fork. “Is that it?”

Clementine’s eyes landed on Violet, and she pursed her lips while contemplating. After a couple of seconds, she slammed her hand enthusiastically on the counter.

                   “One chocolate milkshake, please.”

Her eyes landed on Violet, and she cocked an eyebrow, her lips curving into a lopsided smile.

                  “Two straws.”

Violet scoffed to herself as they left with arms full of Gatorades and Doritos. Clem held the milkshake tightly in her hand, the water droplets from the sunlight making it slippery.

      “Louis dragged me along after one of our games. He asked Aasim to show up and watch him, and I guess he really didn’t expect for him to actually show up. But, he did and Louis got all flustered and had me be a third-wheel while they were doing all their mushy gushy shit. Definitely was not a date.” Clem confided.

“Oh,” Violet mulled it over in her head before giggling, letting a vulnerable snort slip out. “I can’t believe Louis is really trying to slip into my relationship shit when he can’t even handle his own. He’s.. so dumb.”

        “Relationship shit?” Clem cooed with curiosity, bumping her shoulder against the taller girls’. “Do tell.”

A rush of heat hit Violet’s face at the feigned obliviousness, and she ducked her head to take a sip out of the red straw from their shared milkshake. “It’s nothing..”

      Clementine was about to press further when the calamity of adults screaming hit their ears. With an eye roll, they quickened their pace back towards the ball game, which had just started.

The chanting from the green team was incoherent until they got closer. The time the words were said, and the wires in Violet’s brain short-circuited, Louis and Marlon had dropped their attention from the game, and looked worriedly at the two.

“Let’s go, Delta Destroyers!”

Violet froze in her tracks and scanned the field. Her eyes landed on an uninterested kid who was crouching down and playing in the grass.

        The kid with the burn scar across the side of his face.

“Vi, you good?” Clementine picked up on her change of mood, and brushed against her to snap her back into reality. “Violet?”

     “I’m okay. I’m - yes. Good.” Violet stammered, her eyes dancing nervously across the crowd that had accumulated around the Delta’s side.

She slumped herself down beside Carley and Lee on the bottom bleacher, and tried to channel her focus on cheering for AJ. But she couldn’t fucking stop looking, checking.

    With a concerned frown, Clementine sat herself down next to Violet, and placed her hand on top of hers. Relaxing at the touch, Violet let out a deep, shaky breath. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Violet gave in, her hands wrapped around the milkshake as if it could soothe the racing thoughts in her mind.

       “The private school, Delta.. I’ve got history with a girl from there. Her brother’s out there. Fuck... I hope she’s not here.”

Confirming her suspicions, a shout from the other side rang out that Violet knew too damn well. She flinched at the familiar tone, and tugged her knees to her chest. “Shit.”

      “Hey, we can ditch this if you want,” Clem offered, tightening her grip on Violet’s hand. “I’m sure Ben wouldn’t mind some company.”

Violet shook her head, and pulled the straw towards her lips. “I’m good. Just haven’t talked to her since the whole thing went down. Was kinda hoping it’d stay that way.”

         Clementine rolled up her sleeve and dramatically flexed, bringing an involuntary smile to Violet’s face as the dork next to her kissed her bicep. “Don’t you worry, my darling. You won’t have to. Let me know if I need to kick some ass. Take some names.”

“Clem,” Carley groaned, reminding them of her presence relatively close to them. “Javi can only let so much pass before you get kicked out again.”

          “Again?” Violet softly elbowed the pouting girl beside her, intrigue in her smile. “What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anythin-“

        “Threatened to shove a foam finger up the ref’s nose and had to be physically held back by Javier.” Lee interrupted, a glint of pride as he smiled down at his daughter.

“That call was bullshit and you know it.” Clem huffed, crossing her arms and shoving a forkful of taco meat and Dorito chip crumbs into her mouth. “Let’s not forget when you got so mad at a call and you accidentally spilled the entire ice bucket.”

      The domestic moment that she got to be a part of brought a sense of peace to Violet, and she let her shoulders relax with a happy hum as Lee and Clem bickered. She shared a glance with Carley, and they burst into a giggling fit at the sight of their sweethearts squabbling passionately over the dumbest things.

A sharp ‘crack’ interrupted their arguing, and everyone’s eyes landed on AJ, who was holding the bat in disbelief, looking at the ball he’d struck almost over the fence.

       Clementine and Lee pushed up against the fence, cheering incoherently and yelling for him to run as the shocked kid just blinked. He tossed the bat aside, and booked it towards second base.

Looking at the kids mindlessly fucking around in the outfield, his velocity was definitely unnecessary but she’d be damned if it wasn’t adorable.

       “Go, AJ!” Violet rose to her feet, raising the foam finger above her head and cheering as the flustered kid made it to third. “You got this!”

The kid beamed at his fans, and sped towards home, letting himself get low to the ground and slide dramatically on the base.

       Carley and Lee’s cheers were quickly cut off by groans as AJ stood up and dirt and dust was absolutely covering his baseball uniform.

“Not it for laundry tonight!” Clem pressed her finger to her nose, and Lee and Carley followed suit. Confused, Violet glanced between them and reluctantly raised her finger to her nose.

     “Technically, Vi was the last one. She’s on laundry duty.” Clementine beamed, slinging her arm around Violet. “Don’t worry, my dirty underwear will not be included.”

Clementine’s willingness to let her in on family outings and secrets and all that stuff meant so much more to Violet than she let on. When she started catching on to inside jokes and eventually creating ones of her own, a sense of belonging just overflowed all of her senses.

       Lee rolled his eyes, and scoffed. “You really need to take a class or something on the proper way to ask someone out on a date.”

He earned simultaneous punches in the arm from both Clem and Carley.

    Clementine huffed, and sat back in the bleachers, watching as AJ high-fived his teammates. “I volunteer James, then. Bastard ate my Cocoa Pebbles.”

The rest of the game went by pretty quickly. Turns out Delta is all bark and no bite. From her past experiences with their students, Violet would’ve never guessed that they couldn’t back up their smack talk.

      The Delta kids - besides Tenn - begrudgingly shook the hands of the home team, and the players dispersed back to their families.

Violet watched as Tennessee slung a backpack over his shoulder, and hopped over the fence to embrace his older sisters.

         It happened too fast. Minerva’s eyes raised up to meet hers, and she seemed thrown off, standing stiffly before she turned her attention back to her little brother, who’d attached himself to her leg.

Her thoughts were cut off by Louis running up to her and squeezing her tight, even lifting her a couple inches off the ground. Over his shoulder, she saw Clementine beaming, and her face went numb as she shoved the tall dork off of her.

        “I can’t believe you came all this way to see little ol’ me,” Louis feigned a Southern accent that would make Ruby turn in her grave. “You really do love me!”

Violet discretely flipped him off.

     “We still going to the diner? I can give you guys a ride.” Louis offered, eyes flickering down to his watch.

“Oh, fuck yea.” Clem squealed, tugging on Violet’s arm. “I’d take late night pancakes over a fucking casserole any day.”

       “Pancakes sounds amazing right now,” Violet agreed, shuffling her hands into her pockets. “I’m in.”

The four of them walked back to Louis’ car after Clem said goodbye to everyone, and sneak-attack tickled AJ. Marlon glanced at Violet with his bottom lip pursed, and the weight of the flower on her ear suddenly occurred to her.

         “People are really stupid if they eat anything other than breakfast food.” Clementine chirped, earning a collective sigh of agreement from everyone else in the car.

“Onward! To pancakes!” Violet lightly kicked the seat in front of her, causing Louis to twist himself around and wag his finger at her.

            “I will turn this car around, Violet. Don’t you test me.”

“You kinda have to anyway, to get to the diner...” Marlon noted, earning a stern glare from Louis.

      The cheer of the three passengers crying for pancakes was drowned out by Louis aggressively turning up the volume, and shouting along to the Britney Spears lyrics.

[anonthenullifier]

You think either Tommy or Billy would of ever "walked in" on their parents?

Oh yes, of course. :D Hope you enjoy this way more than Tommy does.

They’d been on the road just long enough for Tommy’s fingers to grow restless, so about five minutes, give or take. Billy’s music choice is awful, far too angsty and coffee-house vibey for his tastes and he drives way too slow. But given Tommy got a speeding ticket his first week with his license, the parental units deemed him to always be the passenger. Five minutes, roughly, is also just long enough for his mind to finally catch up with his mouth. “Oh shit.” Tommy bolts upright and swats at his brother’s arm “Hey.” Nothing. Apparently his grumbling about having to spend the weekend watching Billy get all doe-eyed around Teddy really got to him. So Tommy hits his brother harder, “Hey.”

A sharp “What?”comes with Billy’s attempt at a steely side-eye.

“You grab mom’s sleeping bag?”

The car rolls to a stop at an intersection and Billy’s steeliness gives way to a pointed disbelief, one that says in big flashing letters you’re an idiot. “You told dad you grabbed it.”

He did, about four times because he was tired of the endless questions about their packing. It’s a three day camping trip and yet dad had a list long enough to survive a month in the wilderness. They aren’t even going far into the mountains, he checked, there’s a Walmart like fifteen minutes from their campsite. “Well…I didn’t actually grab it because  I thought you did.” Which is a lie but he hates the self-satisfaction that oozes onto Billy’s face whenever he fucks up.

“Well, guess I’ll be warm since I actually grabbed mine.”

“Congratulations.” Billy grins and continues driving, as if everything is solved, but it’s not. It’s going to be negative five or some disgustingly cold temperature and mom’s sleeping bag is one of those expensive thermal ones that makes her look like a mummy in a sarcophagus. Dad got it for her like three years ago for Mother’s Day and Tommy would prefer not to freeze his ass off for a training trip led by Uncle Sam (which he never realized until now how fitting it is that Sam’s been tapped to take over the shield, what a perfect name for America’s hero), “We could run back, right?”

Billy shakes his head, hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. “No, we’re already late picking up Cassie and I don’t want to run laps around the lake.” Sam’s favorite punishment for the sin of tardiness.

“It’s not that big of a lake.”  It’s not, it’s maybe a mile around and Tommy has no issue running it and it’s not his fault his brother’s endurance isn’t great. “You just have spaghetti legs.” Billy’s face hardens even more, almost statuesque though no one would want to carve a statue of that face. A different tactic might be more fitting. “Fine, then I’m telling Sam about how Teddy’s going to find his way into your sleeping bag.”

They pull up to Cassie’s house but his brother doesn’t move beyond a slight twist of his waist to measure up how serious Tommy is being. Tommy flashes him a beaming, genuine, certified Maximoff shit-eating grin. The deep sigh out Billy’s nostrils is the surest sign that he’s about to cave. “Fine.”

“Hey, you just going to sit out here like creeps?”  Cassie opens the back door and throws her duffel bag in, sliding into the seat with a smile that fades at the tension in the car. “If you two are fighting, it better end in this car, I’m not dealing with it all weekend.”

Billy’s voice doesn’t do anything to ease her concern, his, “We have to swing by our house again,” flat and unimpressed.

“Come on, I’m not doing laps.”

“It’s me, I’ll be fast.” Tommy does his best to eschew the concerns of both people, which has marginal success, the drive back to their house silent minus Billy’s poor taste in music.

When they pull into the driveway, Billy parks the car and stays buckled, turning expectant eyes to Tommy, “You know where it is, right?”

“Yes?”

“Seriously? Dad told you like fifteen times.”

The rest of the camping gear was in the garage, but Tommy feels like he would have remembered it had it been in the same crate as the freeze-dried rations dad insisted he pack. “Not the garage…”  Billy stares at him, flabbergasted by the utter failure of the plan but given the sheer amount of information being thrown at them, how was he to remember everything? “We’ll be less likely to run laps if you help me out.”

Billy rolls his eyes with another nasally exhale, “It’s in their closet. Dad moved it there when the garage flooded last year.”

Which sounds vaguely familiar and, though he won’t admit it out loud, Billy tends to have the better memory for useless information, so he’s probably right. “Okay. Try not to miss me.”

His brother’s, “We won’t” fades into the background as Tommy sprints out of the car and up to the wrap-around porch, slowing down long enough to open the door with a friendly, “Did you miss me?” There’s no response, the lights out except the one above the stove, the one they always leave on when out of town. A note is stuck under the flower vase in the entryway, telling Rhodes which plants to water and how often. It seems they didn’t waste any time in leaving, going off on some romantic getaway while he and Billy are gone for the weekend. Which, good for them, he supposes, but they’re always unbearable after trips like this, ratcheting up their touchy-feely-ness to nauseating levels.

Tommy races up the stairs and down the hall, stopping long enough to stare at the closed door of the master bedroom. He reaches for the doorknob and then grins, realizing there is no one around to caution him against trying his hand at walking through walls, mom never happy when she has to send dad in to rescue him when he gets stuck. The closet is on the other side of his own bathroom, so Tommy jogs down the hall and positions himself in front of the wall, crouched and ready for impact as he bends at the waist. He centralizes his powers in his chest, building up the speeding molecules of his body, an action apparently similar to what his dad does, and once he feels as if his nose might fall off from the vibrations in his muscles, he steps towards the wall, his molecules discombobulated enough that he simply slips right through and into the dark closet. “Fucking nailed it.” There’s also no one around to police his language, really he feels like maybe he’ll just stay home for the weekend, let Billy go to the training, and just enjoy the house to himself. If only he wouldn’t be written up and reported to his parents.

A tug to a chain lights up the closet enough for him to find the sleeping bag nestled between two boxes on the second shelf. As he tucks the bag under his arm, the sound of a low, muffled voice comes through the door. His heart races as he, for once in his life, stands absolutely still. There’s a creak and it can’t be from him, neither can the thud of something hitting the floor or the line of unintelligible words that follow.  Tommy weighs his options, certain there’s a burglar in their house, probably because someone posted about their trip on instagram (not that he’s pointing fingers but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was Teddy). Still, breaking into an Avenger household takes balls and he’s torn between doing the “responsible” thing and leaving to get backup (i.e. Cassie and Billy), or doing the heroic thing and taking down these assholes now.  

There’s no question that he’s a hero, which leaves only one course of action.

Tommy places the sleeping bag down and pulls his goggles from his back pocket, affixing them to his face with a satisfying snap.  On the mental count of three, he turns the door handle and barges into the room with a, “You chose the wrong house you motherfuc…” but the heroic quip trails off as he takes in the surprised faces of the burglars, who are not as unwelcome in the house as he thought. “No…no…”

“Tommy!”   “Thomas?”

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, fuck (no, not that word, not that word) no, no, no. It’s the only refrain in his mind as his feet carry him out of the room, down the stairs, and through the car door, not caring at Billy’s angry, “What the hell?!”

“Get it out,” Tommy’s hands shake in his lap and he can’t decide if he should keep his eyes open or close them, both options filled with the image of his parents, “get it out of my head,” naked, very very naked, not even a sheet tastefully placed like it is in the movies, “get it out of my head, Billy,” he dry heaves at the knowledge he now has, of confirming the internet rumors of how the Scarlet Witch is a top and he really never ever wanted to solve that mystery, “please.”

“Get what out?”

Now his brother’s voice is concerned, as it should be. “Mom and dad,” is it overkill to cry? Because he feels like crying, like a piece of his soul might have died and he will never get it back. “Were hav- were having…” he can’t say the word, “and using powers, I,” Kate and Cassie like to tell them about the most outrageously explicit and disgusting things Avengers’ fans write about their parents and sadly, he now knows some of them are right, “I want you to erase my memory and gouge out my eyes.”

There’s a knock on his window and Tommy almost screams, sinking lower into his seat at the concerned frowns of their parents outside the car, both, thankfully, fully clothed, though mom’s hair is far messier than usual. Billy, the traitor, rolls down the window. “We forgot the sleeping bag.”

“Yes, here it is,” dad hands the sleeping bag through the window, and Tommy grips it to his chest, hugging it close while keeping his gaze averted, not sure he can look either of them in the eye. “Thomas,” dad’s trying his most fatherly voice but it won’t get Tommy to stop staring at the stain on his shoe, “we understand you are likely uncomfortable with what you just witnessed,” this seems to shift the atmosphere of the car, Cassie biting back a laugh while Billy’s face grows dismayed, “but you should also be aware that sex,” now Billy’s a ghost, just like him,  “for many couples, is an important, fun, and highly satisfying part of a relationship. Something we hope you one day experience as well, if that is what you want. ” What he wants is to die, right here right now, let God or Thor or whoever up there controls lightning to strike him down before this conversation keeps going. “Your mother and I were too absorbed in enjoying ourselves and did not hear you come in.” That’s it, he’s an atheist now, because no loving deity would let him live through this.

Out of the corner of his eye he can see his mom run her hand up dad’s arm, which only brings the image back to his mind. Thankfully, she doesn’t continue the conversation, at least not in the direction it was going. “What were you doing in our closet?”

Being an idiot and he vows to never walk through a wall again. “Just, um, getting the sleeping bag.”

“You know, Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff,” Cassie is an angel, a thoroughly entertained and devious angel who will lob this at him every chance she gets this weekend, but he’s not picky right now if it saves him in the moment, “we should probably leave, don’t want to be punished for being tardy.”

This seems to go over well, a sense of dad nodding his head in understanding. “Yes, you should not be delinquent for your trip.” Billy starts to shift the car into drive, but stops when dad bends down, his brow furrowed around the Mindstone and voice annoyingly calm, “I believe when you all get back, we should perhaps sit down to speak more on this issue, given you likely have many more questions now that you have begun pursuing romantic relationships.”

“Oh, goodie.” Tommy sends a thumbs up and then rolls up the window, waiting until they are down the street before he screams into the sleeping bag.

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[Chapter Guide]

Chapter 4 - Favors

“So you just walked in and took it?” said Dr. Drakken in disbelief, gaping at the young woman sitting shotgun beside him. “Just like that?” Entirely by chance, he had spotted her leaving the campus, back in her loose-fitting civilian guise, and picked her up to serve a handy getaway driver. The impromptu arrangement lacked the urgency one might expect.

“Pretty much,” Shego said with a shrug, more interested in stirring her fruit smoothie. It was a small token of appreciation he’d bought for her. “It’s ridiculous how trusting people are when everyone thinks I’m here to help.” Well, not everyone anymore, but enough of them anyway.

Dr. Drakken shook his head incredulously and stowed the hard drive and complimentary pillbox of microchips in the console. “What makes them think you’re such a hero, anyway?”

“Read a newspaper,” Shego suggested, stifling a groan. Not that the papers could be trusted anymore these days either.

“I mean seriously. You just don’t give off that air. Like, at all,” said Dr. Drakken, shooting her a skeptical look with a crooked grin splitting his face.

Shego wasn’t sure if he was honestly baffled or if he was only trying to butter her up, but either way, she liked it. Just a little bit. It made her feel devious – hell, just being in his car did that – and it wasn’t an altogether disagreeable feeling. Just one she knew the right answer was to reject.

She steeled herself against the flattery and rolled her eyes. “I’d rather not get into it,” she dismissed. “But I will say it’s not without its perks. I get to beat up perverts and assholes and not get in trouble for it, and I don’t have to hide my powers when people think I’m Shego.”

The peculiar blue driver hummed thoughtfully and idly wondered, “Why be so secretive about it?”

A meek shrug was given. “I'unno. Stupid reasons. To protect ourselves when we’re off-duty I guess. Big brother – GJ, you know – they keep an eye on us—”

“More like under their thumb,” she heard the man mutter, but didn’t address it. Only shot him a venomous glare while he innocently slurped at his chocolate milkshake.

“Anyway, imagine if the government or something worse got a piece of us? They’d probably try to figure out what we are and then we’d be nothing but lab rats in Area 51, and I’m not going through that again,” she complained. Memories of the nightmarish metamorphosis from human to superhuman reared its ugly head, and she stabbed her frozen drink as if to slay it.

Dr. Drakken blinked at her. She’d wager his surprise was genuine. “Wait – you mean there are more like you? Others who glow like you?”

Astonished, Shego cocked a brow at his curious mug. He really doesn’t keep up with the news, does he? she thought to herself. “You’ve had how long to do your research on me?” she scoffed.

The man’s stare flicked between her and the road, and after a moment of silence, he added, “You’re not an alien, are you?”

She nearly choked. Like she hadn’t heard that before. “Dude, if there is life out there, what are the odds they’d look human?” she retorted.

Nonetheless, Dr. Drakken narrowed his eyes at her. “Well, I don’t know. Could be some kind of hologram…cloaking…or you altering my mind to make me see what you want me to,” he speculated, wiggling his fingers at his cranium for effect. “You’re atypical for a human, and you are green, so excuse me for being skeptical.”

“I assure you, I am an authentic human. I’m just…” Mutated nearly slipped out of her mouth. Even if she could do amazing things because of it, she often found herself resenting the fact. “Special,” she said instead.

“I won’t lie, I’m still curious about your glow, but who wouldn’t be?” chuckled Dr. Drakken. He surveyed her for another moment. Thankfully, he took the hint she wanted to drop it. “I’ll get it out of you eventually,” he swore lightly, putting his analysis of her aside for now.

Shego was about to tease and ask how he could be so confident when she hadn’t yet agreed to leave with him, but then she caught sight of the digital time display on the radio and nearly choked again. It was already a quarter past 3 o'clock. Where had the day gone? Startling, she sat up straight and scanned the streets around her to get her bearings. Where was she? How far from home was she?

“Is something the matter?” inquired the man.

She swore under her breath. “I have to pick up my brothers, like, now,” she stated, on the verge of panicking. Accepting reality, she groaned loudly then, covering her face miserably as she sank back into her seat. Worries swarmed in her head, worries over things that wouldn’t matter if she just left with Dr. Drakken right now. She looked at him, her ticket out, and looked away. “There’s no way I’ll make it on time,” she muttered, reaching up to chew a nail. “Dad’s gonna ream me—”

“North Go Private?” Dr. Drakken interrupted, pulling a sudden U-turn before she could answer.

“Uh, yeah, but—” How did he know that? He’d been stalking her, of course.

The man’s fingers drummed on the wheel and he grinned deviously. “I think I’d like to meet your kid brothers after all.”

She gawped at him in a mix of horror and surprise. “No, you don’t,” she said decisively. “Trust me.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Shego’s brow furrowed now. Protective mode kicked in, full force. “No. You’re going to stay away from my family,” she said firmly, defensively, stomach knotting up with dread. What kind of game was this man playing? Maybe he was something to worry about after all.

Temptation to accept the stranger’s offer didn’t negate her reflex to shield her baby brothers from him. She could handle putting herself in danger because if something bad happened to her, she’d only have herself to blame. But if her baby brothers suffered the consequences of her actions, she’d never forgive herself. Dr. Drakken was a supposed villain after all, and as such he presented a threat. It was part of the whole evil shtick. He could turn her into a lab rat if he bested her, but not them.

Before her hands could flare, his voice broke her out of the torrent of fears fanning the fire in her.

“I know you haven’t made up your mind yet, but I would hate to see you get in trouble with daddy. ” Dr. Drakken quipped with a mischievous grin, provoking her. “No need to glare at me like that, Shego.”

Grabbing her smoothie from between her knees, she held it up in unspoken threat of throwing it at him. “If you try to hurt or lure my brothers to the dark side, so help me—”

“Look,” sighed Dr. Drakken. “I’m only doing you this favor, no strings attached, if it means keeping you available and un-grounded over the weekend while I work on convincing you.” He peeked at her, noting she was still holding up her drink to use as a frosty weapon in place of her green ember. “Believe me, taking one kid under my wing is enough. I don’t need the whole damn litter, especially if they’re at all like you.”

It took another moment, but Shego eventually relaxed enough to take a sip from her smoothie. She didn’t take her scowl off him for another minute, though.

The man already knew her home address and where her brothers went to school. As long as she was keeping the villain a secret from her family, she really had no control of what manner he went about contacting or assaulting them behind her back. So letting her brothers see him under her watchful eye – it might give them a leg up in defending themselves, an advantage so they’d at least know the face to watch out for if he began stalking them as well, or if something unfortunate happened to her.

Shego chewed her lip, indecisive.

“We pick them up and take them straight home,” she said. “If you start getting friendly with them, I’m kicking your ass to the curb and taking them home myself.”

“Sure thing, mother bear,” Dr. Drakken said wryly.

“It’s mama bear,” she corrected. She sat back and rubbed her temples, grumbling, “Mother bear just sounds weird.” Everything about the man and what she was doing was weird.

Agreeing despite her qualms, Shego spent the remainder of the ride anxiously chewing her nails, wearing away the black paint. The pale blue man beside her was eerily quiet, the only thing to break the silence being the radio softly playing old rock from days gone by. She swore the closer they got, the louder her heart thudded.

Shego caught herself staring at the tired man with a critical eye, gauging what dangerous air he gave off. When he wasn’t perky and engaged in conversation, his face settled into a scowl. She couldn’t see it from her spot in shotgun, but she’d caught a couple glimpses of it earlier, and she knew the gnarly scar reaching under his left eye didn’t exactly scream friendly, safe, or good citizen who’d never done time. The ugly stitch was partly obscured by the rim of his glasses, but that left his complexion, which was reminiscent of a frozen corpse, so that didn’t really help.

A queasy feeling rose in her stomach as she stared at him, but she wasn’t sure what to make of it. What to make of him. She snapped her eyes away when his dark eyes were cast over to her.

She’d have to be stupid or insane to let her little brothers meet the mysterious chauffeur she may or may not be disappearing with any day now. It would only stir trouble, which meant Hego was likely to be drawn into it, and that simply wasn’t happening.

One look at the man, at her riding with the weirdo, and they’d have all the ammo they’d need to hound her for the foreseeable future. There was no way she could go through with this – with letting him meet her brothers, she decided.

Knowing them, they’d do something to embarrass her too, but that was really the least of her concerns.

“This is a bad idea,” Shego piped up anxiously as they entered the school zone. “I’ll walk them home. Drop me off here.”

“Don’t be a worrywart,” was the driver’s flippant reply.

“Do you really want a family of heroes in your rig?” she shot in an effort to reason with him. “What if – I don’t know – they find out who you are?”

“So what? I want the world to know who I am,” Dr. Drakken said sharply, flicking an annoyed glance her way.

“Villains get into enough trouble as it is. It’s pretty stupid to go looking for it.”

“Oh, please. What would they possibly find me guilty of? Helping out an acquaintance in need?” he assured her as they neared the campus.

“Acquaintance,” she scoffed. “Don’t say that. They’ll think you’re my dealer.”

“You have a dealer?” He arched his brow at her and she shifted. He rolled his eyes. “Relax. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Shego took a deep breath and studied his confident and composed face for another moment. “Fine,” she said, though it was more of a dare. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. And if you try anything, I’ll kick your ass. Remember that.”

“Duly noted.”

She frowned for a moment longer before reluctantly nodding ahead. “There. That twiggy dork with his shirt untucked – that’s one of them,” she directed, pointing out Milo crossing the street, on his way to gather the twins from the elementary across from the high school campus.

As directed by Shego, they pulled into the parking lot, falling in with the stream of cars lined up to pick up students, and she rolled down her window. The line moved slow and steady, and halfway to the head of it, Shego spotted her trio of brothers waiting and chatting.

Before she could give herself any more reasons why this was a brainless idea, she leaned out and waved. “Over here!” she shouted.

The twins started toward her at the sound of her voice, eager and curious and smiling, but Milo grabbed them by the straps of their backpacks to hold them back. It was like second-nature to put himself between them and the unfamiliar vehicle. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as they came forward with caution.

“Sis, where’s the van?” Milo asked, a note of accusation in his tone. He was probably hoping it had been towed. “Did you total it?”

“Pssh, no,” she snorted, flapping a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Hop in.”

“Uh, no thanks?” said Milo, adjusting his grip on the twins and drawing them closer to him.

“Excuse me?”

“We’re not getting in there. Not with…” He squinted and tried to peer inside. “Whoever that is. Because that sure as shit isn’t Priscilla.”

“Dude, it’s fine,” she tried again, offering a smile and a feeble laugh. “He won’t bite.” At least, she hoped not. She couldn’t even convince herself, much less her brothers.

Her younger brothers began to back away, the twins taking the violet boy’s cue. “I’d rather call chief for a ride,” said Milo, practically pulling the crestfallen boys with him. “Later, sis. You know where to meet us. And come alone. Without your new friend.”

They retreated back toward the school, and Shego considered jumping out after them and manually stuffing them into the car, but a hand on her shoulder drew her back in. Something about the refusal stung her, and she seated herself once more, staring perplexed at their backs.

“They don’t trust me,” she muttered to herself.

“Don’t be so surprised.”

She wanted to be angry at the remark, but after a moment, her scowl relaxed and she accepted it. “Teamwork is bogus anyway,” she grumbled to herself instead.

When her elder brother wasn’t present, she was supposed to be the unquestioned leader. Yet they’d just turned their backs on her. Sure, riding around with a total stranger after ditching them in traffic earlier couldn’t have looked great, but they should have trusted her. But Dr. Drakken was right, probably more than he knew. She shouldn’t be surprised. Her younger siblings had been snubbing her authority and giving her suspicious looks for a while now, ever since she’d made a show of quitting the team and distancing herself from the family crime-fighting hobby.

Several minutes passed as Dr. Drakken navigated back to the other end of town. “Let it go,” he advised firmly, noticing she was still sitting with her arms crossed, smoothie long forgotten between her knees. “You don’t need their trust anymore anyway.”

Shego shot him a heated glare. “Are you implying my only option is to go with you?” she retorted.

“More of a suggestion,” he said coolly. “You don’t have to care about what they think of you, or the responsibility of them, or whatever punishment that father of yours might deal you. Just say 'yes.’” He flashed her a wily smile, but she wasn’t charmed.

“Don’t play me,” Shego groused, and they were otherwise silent until the next stop light.

At that point, Dr. Drakken leaned forward on the steering wheel to peer past her veil of hair, his brow knitting as he fixed her in a frown. “I don’t mean to come off as impatient, but if you’re going to be fickle about this, maybe it would be better if I quit wasting my time and—”

Shego cut him off when she turned a scorching scowl on him. “It’s not like I don’t want to take you up on it – I do! But I—,” she put a cork in it, the eruption short-lived though she was still hot-tempered.

Thankfully she clammed up before she could fess up to being afraid of what the occupation entailed. Not so much because she was worried of what awaited her, but worried of what it would mean for them – for her family. Not to mention, she could very well be expected to fight them someday.

Shego turned her glare down to her hands, picking the worn paint from her nails and shaking her head. “You’re asking something pretty huge of me here, Dr. Drakken. It’s kind of an epic change. You can’t expect me to switch sides at the drop of a hat and to give everything up for you. It’s a big commitment! I don’t even know you – and by all means, I shouldn’t even trust you.”

The man eyeballed her and made a funny sort of grunt. She wasn’t sure if he was annoyed with being snapped at or if he was acknowledging the magnitude of exactly what he was asking of her, but he didn’t press the subject further.

When he opened his big mouth again, she was glad it wasn’t to try coercing her into consenting to abduction. “Anywhere in particular, Shego, or shall I drop you off at home?”

She gave it a moment of thought. She was tired, sure, but there was too much on her mind. “I have nowhere to be until tonight,” she said decisively with a shrug, and turned a surveying eye on the driver. “Besides stalking me, what is it you and the grunts even do all day? Maybe I could come hang out with you guys instead. Anything’s better than going home right now.” Her dad or Hugo would be there shortly anyway, and dealing with them was an inevitable she was apt to delay.

Dr. Drakken peered back at her curiously for another moment before giving a small thoughtful hum. “The boys left to hit up a casino downtown,” he said. “But seeing as you’re a minor, I don’t think you’ll be allowed—”

A smirk crossed Shego’s face and she gave a single laugh that startled the man. “Challenge accepted,” she said arrogantly. “I’m game.”

[natasha-cole]

#1 Crush: Part 14

Chapter Summary: Reader and Rob enjoy some time alone together after a stressful con weekend.

Word Count: 4461

Warnings: short discussion that ‘s sort of angsty, some mild smut, mostly just a lot of fluff.

Notes: I blatantly stole the date idea from Rob and Rich’s Instagram date. No regrets.

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Being back home after a stressful convention weekend was the one thing that you really needed. You didn’t know why, but you felt better about everything.

At home, you felt safe. Especially now that you were with Rob for a much needed week together. No work, no gigs, no anxiety over wondering if an overzealous fan was close by at all times. Here, you could relax and focus on your relationship.

Rob had convinced you to leave the house today, mentioning that he had made plans for the two of you to just spend time together alone. While you still weren’t completely over the events of the weekend, you were excited to partake in whatever plans Rob had made.

You had been seeing each other for some time and still hadn’t had a real week alone where you weren’t freaking out over things. That morning, you quickly got ready, putting on makeup and dressing casually. You had borrowed one of Rob’s t-shirts as you dressed, not because you didn’t have clothes of your own already residing at his place, but because you loved to wear his shirts. Even though you were with him now, it still made you feel closer to him to have his clothes on. Also, you noticed that it sort of drove him a little crazy when he saw you sporting his clothing. Which was exactly what you were going for most of the time.

You joined Rob in the living room when you were finished, smiling at him when you took in how good he looked in his tight fitting jeans and t-shirt. He smiled back at you and you could already see that spark in his eyes when he noticed you wearing one of his shirts.

“You look amazing,” he muttered.

“I know,” you teased as you gave your hair a dramatic flip. “You look okay too. But, let’s be honest, your shirts look way better on me.”

You pushed your chest out to show off the shirt, maybe even doing so to tease him a little.

He bit his lip and grinned wider.

“I can’t argue with that,” he replied. “Are you ready? We should head out before I realize that I can’t control myself around you and we never make our date.”

“I mean, staying in also sounds like a good plan,” you responded.

“There will be plenty of time to stay in,” he smiled. “Today though… today is all about us going out and being a real couple.”

You didn’t argue. Instead, you followed him out the door and eagerly got into the Uber and waited impatiently as he spouted off directions to the driver.

He held your hand as you waited to make it to your destination, the two of you just talking about anything and everything that wasn’t the drama currently unfolding in your life.

It felt nice to leave it all behind for now, and you already didn’t want this day to end.

—-

The car stopped in front of a local brewery and you got out as Rob paid the driver. He joined you on the sidewalk, taking your hand in his again as he led you inside.

“This place is great,” he began. “They have fantastic beer flights and great food. Then we can play games after. They have skee-ball.”

“Oh, I love skee-ball!”

“I should probably warn you that I am really good at skee-ball,” he teased. “But, maybe I’ll hold back for you.”

“Please don’t. I should probably warn you that I am the skee-ball record holder at the arcade back in my hometown.”

“How many years has it been since you’ve been back home?”

“Well, a lot… I might be a little out of practice, but I figure it’s like riding a bike.”

“Hmm,” he hummed in response. “Maybe I won’t hold back since you seem to be so sure of yourself.”

You chuckled as the hostess led you to your table. You and Rob sat across from each other and she handed you menus before leaving.

You and Rob chatted after you ordered, each enjoying your drinks as you laughed together for what felt like the first time since you had started dating.

It wasn’t until your food arrived that Rob felt the need to bring up the things that had been going on.

“So, has anything else been going on with that creep that you haven’t mentioned to me?”

You sighed as he said it, feeling frustrated that he would want to make this the topic of the day. So, you decided to make it clear that today wasn’t about any of that. You didn’t want to live your life with this being the thing that ruled everything.

“No actually,” you said. “There’s been nothing since the last thing I told you about.”

“Okay, I just- I want you to know that you can tell me anything. In fact, I want you to tell me when things happen. I don’t want to be in the dark about whatever this asshole is doing or saying.”

You gave him a soft smile. Yes, it was sweet that he cared so much, but you still didn’t want this to be brought up today.

“Hey,” you started as you picked at your food to avoid eye contact. “I appreciate your concern and you’ve been so amazing with all of this, but I was really hoping that we could just- not talk about it while we’re home. Especially not now. I was just looking forward to a real date with my boyfriend, one where we have fun and talk about things that aren’t all of that.”

“I’m sorry,” he said as he leaned back in his chair.

You looked up at him, noting that he felt bad now.

“It’s okay. I am so grateful that you care enough about me to worry and keep me safe. But, can today just be about us?”

“Yeah, it can,” he smiled in return. “I won’t bring it up again.”

“Thank you.”

“How’s your burger?” He asked, changing the subject quickly.

“This is really good,” you said as you took a big bite of your burger. You smiled up at him with your mouth full and he chuckled as he watched you.

“I told you.”

“The beers aren’t bad either,” you explained when you finished chewing. You picked one of the samples and took a drink.

“Good. Do you want me to order you another flight?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” You asked.

“Maybe. You might have scared me a little bit when you said you were the skee-ball champion, so maybe me getting you drunk will throw you off your game.”

“Jokes on you,” you laughed. “I’m better at everything when I’m drunk.”

“Everything?” He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Everything.” You stated seriously, teasing him just a little.

“I can’t wait to find out.”

___

After lunch, Rob led you to the arcade where the games were. There was a bar in the space and he instantly went there first to order more drinks. You were already feeling a bit tipsy and carefree as you claimed a spot at the skee-ball lanes. You had already gotten tokens and prepped a lane for each of you when Rob joined you, carrying drinks.

You approached him and took one of your beers, taking a big drink before challenging him.

“You ready to get your ass kicked by your girlfriend, Benedict?”

“That depends,” he smirked. “If you kick my ass- and that’s a big ‘if’- how do you plan to celebrate?”

“Oh, usually just more drinks and a few minutes of bragging,” you shrugged. “But for you, it’s probably going to consist of a lot of bragging for a few days and maybe a picture on social media to prove to everyone that I’m better than you.”

Rob’s demeanor changed immediately and he frowned at you before taking a drink of his beer, seemingly to stop himself from saying what he wanted to say.

“What’s wrong? You joked. “Can’t handle being publicly mocked?”

“It’s not that,” he said quietly as he placed his beer down, avoiding your stare.

Now you felt like you had hurt his feelings over a stupid game that you hadn’t even played yet. You were slightly pissed off that he seemed to be the kind of guy who maybe couldn’t handle losing to his girlfriend and that confused you as Rob never seemed like this kind of guy before.

“Are you mad at me already?” You asked seriously.

“What? No, I’m not mad.”

“We were joking and laughing and you got all serious over a stupid game that hasn’t even happened yet. Look, if it damages your ego that much, I’ll just not even try to win.”

“Oh, Y/N,” he began as he moved toward you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him as he placed a kiss to your lips.

“That’s not it at all. Really, I’m not that guy. I’ve been publicly mocked on social media by Rich plenty of times, I can handle teasing from you. I’m not mad, it would actually be funny if you do end up winning.”

His demeanor changed quickly again and he was smiling and poking at your sides, making you giggle and pull away from him.

“Well, you seemed upset by my joke.”

“No, I’m not upset,” he insisted. “It’s just- maybe posting on social media about anything isn’t a great idea right now. Especially if it gives away where we are.”

“Oh,” you breathed out. “I didn’t think of that.”

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t want that to be brought up, and I’m sorry I did bring it up… but, it’s just how I think now. My first thought is always your safety.”

“Well thank you for being the one to think. Maybe I should do that more often.”

“Hey,” he smiled. “No more thinking.”

He headed toward one of the lanes, turning to challenge you now.

“It’s time for you to lose.”

You grinned at him, grateful that he was making today fun for you, and also that he still thought of your safety even when you failed to consider it for yourself.

—-

Not surprisingly, your few rounds of skee-ball ended up being pretty heated. You and Rob jokingly swore at each other, arguing over who was cheating and whether or not the game was defective. You mostly sat back and laughed, watching as he became frustrated at the last round when he realized he had lost. The fifth round had been the tie breaker, and you had kicked his ass as promised.

You made sure to take pictures throughout the game, focusing in on your final scores that made Rob look as if he hadn’t even been trying. You laughed as you turned your camera to him as he frowned at you.

“What?” You asked as you snapped his picture and put your phone down.

“Pictures?”

“For posterity purposes later,” you said. “I promise I’m not posting them.”

“Just- don’t show Rich,” he mumbled.

“Come here,” you said as you sat down on a stool, reaching your hands out to him.

He obliged and you grabbed onto his arms, pulling him against you as you created your neck up toward him, indicating that you wanted a kiss.

He leaned down and kissed you softly. His lips just barely touched yours as he teased your lips with his tongue. You quietly moaned against his mouth, reaching up more so that you could get more contact. He pulled back, much to your surprise, and smiled at you.

“I can’t make out with you here,” he said. “There are families present.”

You pouted and settled for finishing off your last beer before looking at him sadly.

“But I do know a place where we can makeout,” he said with a wink as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from the chair.

You followed happily as he led you to the photo booth. He gave you a look as if to ask if this was okay, and you stepped inside without a word, pulling him in with you.

“We need a memory of this day,” he explained as he paid the machine.

You smiled widely as the two of you prepped yourself for the series of photos about to be taken. The first one, you just held each other, Rob’s head rested against yours as you both smiled. The next one, Rob moved in to nuzzle against your face, his bead causing you to giggle. The final two shots were proof of the fact that you couldn’t get enough of each other. Your promised makeout session had definitely happened right there, and you had photographic proof of the first few seconds of it.

When you both came back for air, Rob exited the photo booth, helping you out before retrieving the photo set.

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you both took a look at the pictures. You grinned up at him, making a mental note to finish this once you got back home.

When you turned to walk away, you stumbled slightly over your own feet. Rob immediately grabbed you, helping you to steady yourself as he looked around the floor for what might have tripped you.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m great,” you laughed. “Apparently I can’t walk though.”

“Are you drunk?” He asked, his lips turning up into a sly grin as you straightened up.

“I’m not drunk, just a little tipsy.”

“You’re drunk,” he pointed out.

“Okay, maybe a little,” you said as you pulled him to you, reaching your hand up against the back of his neck so that you could lead him into a heated kiss.

For a moment, you both forgot about the fact that you were in public, making out in front of people who certainly didn’t want to see this.

“Oh, yeah,” he said as he pulled away. “You’re definitely drunk. My plan worked.”

“I knew you were trying to get me drunk. But, it did not work,” you argued. “I still won.”

“Well, maybe my plan to get you drunk wasn’t so that I’d win,” he said casually.

“You don’t have to get me drunk to make me easy,” you said softly as you gave him your best bedroom eyes. “I’m always easy for you.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said she was better at… everything… when she’s drunk,” he said seductively.

“Maybe you should take me home then to find out.”

He groaned in response, closing his eyes shut tight as he considered your flirting.

“I would love to, but I did have one more thing planned.”

“Oh?” You asked, perking up a bit to learn that your perfect date wasn’t ending yet. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

___

Some time later, after a fairly long drive, you had pretty much sobered up when you reached the next destination. Rob helped you out of the car, again paying the driver as you took in a deep breath.

All these years you had lived in L.A. and you never were able to find much time to visit the ocean. You had certainly never been on a date to see the ocean and you thought it sweet that this was where Rob wanted to spend time with you.

He silently took your hand and lead you down through the sand, the two of you stopping briefly to remove your shoes to make the trek easier. You felt the fine grains envelop your bare feet as you walked, gripping onto Rob’s hand tightly when you realized that walking through the sand was harder when you were slightly drunk. He never let you go. He led you down to the shoreline, stopping when you reached it and motioned for you to join him as he sat.

You did just that, now able to really take it all in as you no longer focused on trying to walk without falling. You stared out at the endless water, breathing in the salty air, and listening to the waves crash. It was loud here, but peaceful at the same time.

You looked around the beach, noticing a few other people here and there, but it was mostly empty as the sun was setting in the sky. You glanced at Rob who was staring out at the horizon and you smiled to yourself before gazing out with him.

The two of you stayed quiet for a long time, just watching as the sun slowly sank into the water; the sky taking on the most beautiful shades of orange, pink, and purple. Honestly, you had never seen the sunset like this before. Living in L.A. was hectic and fast-paced, your life was always the same. You had never taken a moment to just enjoy how beautiful it could be here.

“Are you bored?” Rob asked suddenly as he took your hand in his, giving it a squeeze as his eyes never left the view in front of him.

“No,” you replied. “This is actually really nice.”

“You told me once that you never come here. No one has ever brought you to see the sunset over the water, and I figured you should see it at least once.”

“It’s breathtaking,” you replied, your eyes never leaving his face as you watched him in this moment.

“Are you even watching?” He laughed as he finally turned to face you.

“Well, I am watching the most perfect view out here,” you smiled.

“I’m flattered, but you’re missing it.”

He turned his attention back to the sunset, and you you hesitantly followed his lead. You were just grateful to be here with him. Yes, the other view was lovely, but you found yourself sneaking little glances in his direction. Maybe it was the lighting from the sunset, or the sudden romantic vibes from being here with him, or perhaps it was simply because you adored him so much… whatever it was, you had never felt so in love with anyone than you did with him right now.

After some time, the sky began to darken as the sun disappeared. You felt at peace for the first time in a long time, and now a lot less tipsy as your buzz wore off. You leaned back into the cool sand, breathing in deeply again as you let all of your worries wash away completely. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of the waves and and the seagulls, running your thumb against Rob’s hand that was still holding onto yours.

The next thing you knew, you could feel some of Rob’s weight on top of you and you opened your eyes, startled, as he pressed his lips against yours. This time, the kiss was deep and slow. His lips worked against yours wantingly, as he moaned against your mouth, parting your lips with his tongue. You smiled against him, obliging as you allowed him to deepen the kiss. You reached up and carded your hand through his soft curls before gripping onto him as you tried to pull him closer to you. He groaned again, trying to deepen a kiss that was leaving you breathless.

He nearly topped you as you laid there, his lower body halfway on yours and he moved his hips against you. You immediately felt the hardness of his erection press against your leg and you pushed back against him, craving the physicality of the moment.

That was the moment when Rob pulled away from you. This time he groaned in frustration as he tried to put distance between the two of you. He rolled over and laid back against the sand next to you, breathing heavily and running his hands through his hair as he tried to slow his breathing.

You felt as if you had done something wrong again, so you reached over and touched his face, stroking his beard as you apologized.

“Do not apologize for anything,” he chuckled. “You did nothing wrong. That was- so fucking hot.”

“Then why did you stop?”

“Because I can't control myself with you. I was trying to think of a way to discreetly fuck you right here,” he laughed.

“Oh,” you breathed out as you turned to your side to look at him. “You really shouldn’t have stopped then.”

“Number one, I can’t imagine that fucking in the sand would be enjoyable for anyone,” he explained. “And number two, I don’t want anyone to watch me make love to you. I want you all to myself.”

“I know the perfect place that we could go where you could have me.”

“Yeah?” He asked as he reached over and stroked your face.

“Take me home.”

___

When you got back to Rob’s place, you were in a daze. You weren’t sure if it was because you were still tipsy, or if it was just because your day with him had been so perfect that you felt differently than you usually did.

You decided to go with the latter, feeling as if your connection with him had deepened significantly just because of this one day.

Since the beginning of your romantic relationship, things hadn’t been easy for the two of you. What had started out as a fun and exciting growing relationship, had very quickly turned into something stressful. You blamed yourself for the baggage that you had acquired and drug into it, even if it hadn't been your choice to do so. Surprisingly, Rob had stuck with you through it all; never complaining and always right there to do his best to protect you.

Today though, you had felt your connection with him grown in a good way.

As he led you to his bedroom, removing your clothing before leading you to the bed; you felt more in love with him now than you ever thought possible.

As he made love to you, his eyes stayed on you the entire time. With every thrust against you, and every gasp or moan that escaped your lips, you only felt that this moment solidified the love that you had for each other.

Sure, all of the times before had been amazing and fun; but this moment right here was something more intense. It wasn’t just sex anymore.

He took his time with, drawing out your pleasure for as long as he could before you broke. You gripped onto him, your fingernails digging into his skin as you cried out. Your body shook, your breathing stuttered as you held onto him as he came shortly after. He continued to move against you, drawing out your releases as you gasped with each thrust. He crashed his lips against yours, quieting your moans as he slowed his movements.

When you were both spent, he rolled off of you, collapsing next to you as he breathed heavily.

Neither of you spoke for some time. You just laid there, breathing and smiling, touching each other’s bare skin as if to maintain that physical contact.

You finally turned to face him when you collected yourself, smiling at him.

“I love seeing you smile,” he said as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Well, I have a lot of reasons to smile,” you replied. “One really good one at this moment.”

“Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Yes, and it's getting really annoying,” you joked. “You should stop.”

“Okay, I'll never utter those words ever again,” he teased.

“Never mind, don't stop.”

You pouted as you moved closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his body.

You loved these moments of contact. The way his warm, sweaty skin felt against yours, the way you could feel his chest rise and fall as he tried to steady his breathing after getting so worked up. You loved the way he looked so gone afterwards, his sleepy blue eyes watching you as you traced your fingers against his beard, stopping always to tease at that white patch that you were so intrigued by.

And he would just watch you every time. He looked at you as if you were the most perfect thing in the world, and honestly, you hoped that he could see that you looked at him the same way.

He reached up and fumbled with your necklace just then, a soft smile forming on his lips as he looked at it.

“You know, I really love that you wear this all the time.”

“It means a lot to me,” you smiled.

“You mean a lot to me,” he pointed out.

“Are we trying to one-up each other?” You asked.

“I’m not challenging you,” he chuckled. “I learned my lesson today.”

“Good, because I will win this one too.”

“Really?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, “I definitely love you more than you love me.”

“Oh, something tells me that this is one challenge that you will not win,” he said sternly.

“I always win.”

“No way,” he muttered as he nuzzled against you, placing soft kisses against your neck as you shuddered. “I promise you won't win this one.”

“Thank you for today,” you whispered. You didn’t want to argue about who loved who more right now. You had a good feeling that you both cared for each other equally at this point. Now, you just wanted to enjoy him and let him know that today had been the perfect day.

“Of course,” Rob replied.

“Really, just being with you like this… it was so needed.”

“I know it was,” he replied.

“You’re a good man, Benedict.”

“Well,” he chuckled. “We still have the rest of the week ahead of us to be together too.”

“How are you going to top today?” You asked as you pulled back to look at him.

“Aw man, do I have to make each day better than the last?”

“I mean, probably,” you said teasingly. “I don’t know how else you’ll keep me interested.”

The two of you laughed, holding each other tightly as you savored this rare moment together. Work and life had the tendency to get busy and difficult, but occasionally, it let up just a bit to allow the two of you moments like this. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore the reality of your life all the time, but for now, you could. You could just focus on the love of your life and your growing relationship with him, something that you so desperately wanted to work. You had spent years pining over him, and he had spent just as much time pining over you. It wasn’t always easy, especially considering the current circumstances, but it was definitely something worth fighting for.

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Just Friends Chapter 2: Cheer Up Bitch

You hated that you had to work today. With everything that was going on you wanted to do nothing but stay at home and cry. But you were a pro-hero and a grown ass women. So you told yourself to suck it up, choke down your shitty feelings for your shift. You had tomorrow off to wallow so all you had to do was to keep it together until then.

~Bakugou's POV~ He sat there at his desk waiting for her to show up. It was unlike Kubo to be late. In the 4 months they have been working together she was always on time or early. He checked his phone to see if she texted him. "Maybe that idiot is sick or something."

When he looked up he saw her enter the office in a hurry. Upon reaching her desk she tossed her bag down by her chair and logged into her computer with a huff. His brows furrowed as he studied her face. Her eyes were puffy, red, and tired. She had obviously been crying. "You're late." He said staring her down. This earned him an icy glare. "Sorry." She said curtly.

Damn, that glare was enough to make even him back off. Clearly, she was upset about something. Should he ask? No, it wasn't his business. As long as she did her job he didn't care. They had tomorrow off so maybe whatever she was pissed about she would get over it over the weekend.

"They changed our patrol route." He said examining the new instructions on his computer. "Great." She said with fake enthusiasm as she checked her email. "Also that lead we had on the Fujita ring was a dead end." He sighed in annoyance. You two had caught on to a drug and weapons ring about a month ago and were finding it difficult to get any hard evidence to warrant a takedown. "Fan-fucking-tastic." She groaned. "Come on." He said getting up. "Let's get out of here."

Today was weird. He and Kubo normally would normally chit chat during their patrols. Talk about random stuff like their shared taste in music, make fun of Bunji, or playfully throw insults at each other but she was quiet today. The only time she spoke is when she was spoken to and he was only getting grunts or hums for replies. The longer this went on, the more annoyed he became. He didn't want to admit it, but he actually enjoyed talking to her. He found her...tolerable.

He started to get somewhat concerned when they encountered a low-level villain and she didn't argue with him to take the lead. They always argued over who got to take down thugs. It was their thing. He enjoyed their thing. It was their thing to get each pumped up for a fight.

By the time they got back to the office, he was thoroughly annoyed. They went to their separate locker rooms to change out of their hero costumes and met back at their desks. She barely looked at him and didn't say a word. She grabbed her bag and logged out of her computer.

He figured he would try one last thing. "Night bitch." He got no response. His brows furrowed. "Aren't you going to call me an asshole?" He growled. She finally looked at him with a harsh scowl on her face. "I didn't realize I needed to state the obvious today."

That was the last straw. He grabbed her arm, dragged her to the deserted hallway and pinned her against the wall. "The fuck is your problem?" He snapped. "What? You want me to call you an asshole? Fine, hey Bakugou, you're a fucking asshole." "No, you've been quiet all day and you didn't even call dibs on the fight earlier." She rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought you would love it if I just shut the hell up and let you take the lead." "No-I-that's not the point!" "What is the point?!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "I'm fine!" Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose trying to calm down. "When you came in this morning you had been crying." She was giving him a death stare as she crossed her arms, but he wasn't going to back down. "So what? Why the fuck do you care?"

He huffed. "I'm your partner. I...Just tell me what the fuck has got a stick up your ass. It's pissing me off." She sighed and chose a spot on the wall to scowl at. "Inasa and I broke up last night." Her voice was soft and quiet now. Bakugou let out a heavy sigh. He took her arm again, more gently this time. "Come on." She quirked a brow at him. "Where are we going?" He huffed. "We're going to a bar so you can cheer up bitch." . . . ~Your POV~ "Another beer please!" You slurred while waving around your empty glass. Bakugou snatched the glass from you and set it down on the bar. "Stop that, you drunk idiot." He said holding back a chuckle. You smiled drunkenly at him. "Bakugou?" "Yeah?" He grunted before taking another drink. "Would you fuck me?" Bakugou spewed out his beer and immediately started choking. "What the fuck Kubo?!" "No! Not like literally. I meant it more of a figurative type thing. Like...am I pretty?" Bakugou did not know how to handle this situation. "Kubo, I'm not talking to you about this." He growled.

You threw your arms around his shoulders and pouted. "Come ooonnn. I need to know if Inasa dumped me because I'm not pretty." "Wait a second. You said you guys broke up." You let go of him and your eyes got sad. "Broke up. Dumped me. Whatever." You nodded at the bartender that placed another beer in front of you. "It...it just sucks." Bakugou sighed. Now it really made sense to him why you were acting the way you were. "Did he say he was breaking up with you because you weren't pretty?" He asked. You swung your feet back and forth. "No..." "Then that wasn't a reason." He polished off his beer. "And if he said that he'd be full of shit." He muttered.

You cracked a cocky grin at him. "Bakugou...you think I'm pretty?" "Shut up Kubo." He tried to play it off but the red on the tips of his ears betrayed him. He ordered another beer and two tequila shots in efforts to ignore your giggles. "He probably broke up with you because you're fucking annoying." He said batting your hands away when you tried to pinch his cheek. You went quiet. "Really?"

He looked over into your big sad eyes and actually felt bad. He forgot you weren't your normal confident self at the moment. He sighed. "No. You're not that annoying and you're...really pretty." He mumbled that last part. "Really?" You asked. Your bottom lip quivering. "Yes damnit!" He huffed and decided to go for it. There was no way you were going to remember this tomorrow. "You're a good fighter, tolerable, and you're fucking hot. If he doesn't want to make it work with you he's fucking dumb. So just be thankful you don't have to worry about any of that stupid relationship bullshit and just focus on being a badass hero okay?" To his surprise, You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Katsuki."

"Don't say I never did anything nice for you." He grumbled as he brushed you off and slid a tequila shot to you. "Cheers you drunk bitch."

"Cheers you soon to be drunk asshole." . . . ~Bakugou's POV~ Kubo was drunkenly singing Coconut as she held onto him for balance. Being somewhat tipsy himself, he found it rather amusing. She let go of his arm and started dancing down the street as they walked back to her place. "I said DOCTAAAA! Is there nothing I can take?" He chuckled and joined in. "I said DOCTAAAA! To relieve this belly ache?" They continued to belt out the song and stumble back to her place. Once they reached her building they sang a little quieter but were in a fit of drunken giggles the whole time. He hadn't let loose like this in a while, and usually, it was by himself at home. The alcohol and the fact she wouldn't remember anything tomorrow made it easier for him to let out his goofy side.

She unlocked her door and they were greeted by a big black pit bull. "Oh fuck!" He jumped back in surprise. "Hadesssss!" She laid down in her doorway while the dog attacked her with kisses. "Hades, this is Katsuki Bakugou." She said sitting up and pointing at him. He decided to kneel down and say hello to the massive animal. "I completely forgot you had a dog." Hades was in love with him immediately.

They shuffled into her apartment and slipped off their shoes. "Want a beer?" She asked walking to the kitchen. "Um, I don't-" "Here you go!" She handed him a beer which he reluctantly accepted. He was just planning on dropping her off and leaving, but free beer. They cracked open the cans and took a sip. Her phone went off which seemed to surprise her as much as him. It was well after 2am. She went over to her bag to rummage through it and get her phone. Her happy drunk demeanor changed. "What's wrong?" He asked. She shook her head and tossed her phone on the couch. "Nothing. Want to go outside? My balcony has a pretty sweet view." "Sure." She put on some One OK Rock, went out to the balcony and turned on some string lights. On his way out he peaked at her phone that was lit up with text notifications.

Inasa: Hey (Y/N)! I just wanted to check in on you. Inasa: Are you doing okay? How was work? Inasa: Missed Call Inasa: (Y/N) I understand that you may not want to talk to me, but I just want to know if you're okay. Inasa: 2 Missed Calls Inasa: (Y/N) please let me know if you're okay? I'm pretty worried here.

"Geez, this guys doesn't understand that she probably wants some space." He knew what he was about to do was probably overstepping his bounds, but he knew Yoarashi enough to know he wouldn't quit until he heard from her.

(Y/N): Hey, this is Bakugou. She's fine. We just went to a bar after work. Just making sure she got home alright. Inasa replied almost immediately. Inasa: Thank you Bakugou! I'm glad she has such a good partner and friend! I appreciate you looking after her. Please let her know that I said hello. Thanks again!

Bakugou rolled his eyes and put the phone down. He was surprised Yoarashi didn't accuse him of taking advantage of her or some shit. He walked out onto the balcony where Kubo was lounging in one of the chairs sipping her beer. He sat down in the chair next to hers and looked out over the city. She was right, it was a nice view.

"Kubo?" "Yes Bakugou?" "What's the real reason Yoarashi called it off?" She let out a heavy sigh and took a swig of her beer. "He couldn't keep doing long distance. I can't say I blame him. We've spent practically our entire relationship long distance. We've only ever had summer vacations or random weekends and now being heroes hundred of miles away from each other..." She trailed off and chugged her beer. "This past month we've barely been able to talk to each other because of conflicting schedules so I knew it was coming sooner rather than later." "Mmm." He didn't know what to say so he just listened and drank his beer. She sighed. "I know it's for the best."

They stared out at the city for a few minutes and drank in silence. "If you saw it coming and know it's for the best why are you so fucking upset?" He asked genuinely confused. He never really got all this relationship crap. It just seemed like a waste of time to him. She scoffed. "1. We were together for a long time, so I'm going to miss him. And 2. I'm the daughter of Shiin and Banshi. Once a guy finds that out they're going to run for the hills." She lifted her beer to him. "Here's to me being single and lonely for the rest of my fucking life."

He laughed and lightly knocked his beer against hers before they chugged. She laughed and leaned her head back in her chair. "You're fucking dramatic you know that?" He teased. She smirked, her eyes were getting heavy. "Yeah a bit."

"I'm sure you'll be just fine you idiot."

He soon heard her breathes become deep and saw that she had passed out. He shook his head and grabbed her empty beer can from her and threw it away. He went back out to the balcony and picked her up. She barely woke up and just nuzzled into his chest as he carried her to her bedroom.

He had never been this close to her before. Her hair smelled like honeysuckles which overpowered the smell of booze on her clothes. He placed her in bed as gently as possible and took off her shoes before throwing some blankets on her.

"What the fuck am I doing?" He thought to himself. He had been mindlessly acting up until this point. He watched her for a moment. She looked pretty peaceful for someone who was passed out drunk. He went and got her a bottle of water from her fridge and a bottle of aspirin and put it on her nightstand.

"She's my partner. I can't have her dying on me or some dumb shit." He brought her phone into her bedroom and plugged it in. "Okay Katsuki, too much. Stop doing shit for her."

He took one last look at her before heading towards her door. "She really is pretty." He growled and smack himself. "Get your shit together and fucking leave already."

"Night asshole." She mumbled. He smirked. "Night Bitch."

When he finally made it home he kicked off his shoes and went to his bedroom to collapse on his bed. He found himself looking over to the empty side of the bed and wondering what she would look like there.

"....Fuck."

[vintage-miseries]

The immediate smell upon entering the CCB is of cedar wax and bleach. The two warring smells sat within the nose like a nest of brambles, prickling mercilessly. He knuckled one and sniffed, a deafeningly loud sound in an otherwise silent building. Someone shuffled in response, a paper rustled, and a secretary coughed politely behind the front desk. Above, the dinted metal fans whirred and clunked, a repetitive drone that rattled the nerves like a fly in the ear. The walls, a mossy shade of brown-green with all the appeal of congealing vomit pressed in with their over-cluttering of leaflets and notes.  Paintings hung up at random between heavily worded flyers advertising insurance, CCB-approved minicabs and restaurants, and self-help lines. The whole environment was stagnant.

 Rocking in his chair, Quillan checked his watch for the third time that minute and sank a little more inwards. He was filthy, his stolen clothes grimy and ripped in places from his flight, his shoes ill-fitting and worn to non-existence in the heels. He was desperately aware of how badly he probably smelt, given the dearth of empty seats around himself and the full rows to the back. He checked his watch again; the hour had rolled over.

When he’d arrived, and that had been at around half past eleven in the morning, there’d already been a small collection of people already waiting to be seen, and since then (it was now quarter to one), only four people had had the pleasure of wandering through the oak door at the front of the room and into the caseworker offices. He’d only seen two of those people leave.

Above the door, a flickering rotary sign scrolled past for the hundredth time, its bright red lettering calling out for number 24. Quill licked his lips. His own ticket had read out #36 when he’d arrived, but since then the sweat from his fingertips and his constant handling of it had smudged it beyond legibility. He hoped to God they would still see him.

 Across the room, an electronic bell chimed, and the rotary board blinked. NOW SEEING #25. The room shuffled as a whole, the collective glancing down to stare empty-eyed at tickets that might have been a hundred digits away. After a moment, a throaty voice called from the back:

“He left!” A pause, and then another cranking from the rotary board. NOW SEEING #26. Another shuffle, then a woman with frizzy red hair staggered up and walked herself and her overlarge brown duffel bag across the room and through the door. The room settled again.

Above, the fans chopped on monotonously, someone blew a bubble with their gum, popped it, and went back to chewing. Above, some small rodent pattered about in a vent, and in a far corner, beyond the door, Quillan could hear someone arguing with their caseworker. He closed his eyes, acutely aware of the sweat dripping down the back of his neck. He could feel a vein throbbing in his temple, could hear the wet, repetitive chomp of molars on bubblegum behind him. His face contorted, his brows furrowing deeply, his teeth grinding. The whole room vibrated with bored sound, and beneath his shirt, the four mostly healed bullet wounds throbbed in time.

 He hadn’t been fully aware of himself, not when he staggered to his feet, and not when his chair went reeling back. Only the clatter it caused as it bounced across the linoleum brought him back, and by that point every eye in the building was on him. He faltered, struck immediately by morbid, nausea-inducing embarrassment, and hovered between the desire to carry on with his sudden bought of bravery, pick up his chair and sit down, or run out. Across the room, one of the secretaries lifted her head, and her stare fixed on him.

�� So – sorry..” He bent, fixed his chair, and sat. Two moments later he stood again, white as paste, and stumbled over to the desk. The secretary behind it eyed him from behind gaudy, horn-rimmed glasses. She was pretty in an imposing kind of way, with dark hair, a heavy tan, and a neck that was just a little too long.

“Yes, sir?” She had an accent the likes of which he’d never heard before. His palms itched.

“Hi, uh, yes, h – hi,” He leaned forward, pressing his hands down upon the counter to steady himself. “Look, I kn – know there’s n – n – numbers, b – but this – sss is imp – imp – p – p – portant!”

“Okay, sir,” She returned her eyes to her computer monitor and gives a thin, unconcerned smile. “Have you filled out the required forms–?”

“Y – yes! Yes, I h – have! No, th – this is—look, som – wuh – one t – t – tried t – to k – kill m – me!” He threw his hands up in frustration, and immediately noticed the sweat stains on the lino countertop. Withering, he dropped back into place and hurriedly tried to wipe away his shame.

“Okay, sir,” She chewed the end of her pen a moment, then procured another sheet of paper beneath her desk and made three separate marks upon it. “Then can you fill out this sheet as well? You can bring it along to your caseworker as well.”

“Are you serious–?!”

 “Mr Chevalier!” A woman’s voice, followed by a bang. The case door flew open, it’s handle cracked into the drywall behind and showered the floor with plaster flakes. Three men came bundling out in various states of disarray. The first, and the shortest, a man in a faded leather jacket and scuffed boots, came staggering out backwards, while two taller, much wider figures followed him out. Chevalier, his hair out of place and his black eyes wide, staggered and only just regained his balance before going over completely. The two others, dressed in the black CCB uniform, set themselves between him and the door and crossed their arms.

At a standstill, Chevalier took a step forwards, then a hasty three back. Something small and blue slipped out of his pocket and landed open behind him on the tiles. Quill, who’d quite forgotten who he was or what he’d been doing, glanced at the small document. A CCB issued passport, the open page bearing a large red stamp that read REJECTED.

 “This is – This, Marty, man, c’mon, we’ve played poker together! You know me, I’m harmless!”

Marty, the man on the right, shrugged his heavy shoulders and tipped his head.

“Just doing my job, René.”

“C’mon, man! This is – this is racism!” He seemed to fixate on this idea, and leaning to the side, as if to spy whatever poor caseworker stood behind it, shouted:

“THIS IS RACISM!” He cupped his hands to his mouth as he said the word, embellishing it. “Why would you even give me a K6 licence if you’re just going to punish me for it? I do my checks, Cynthia!”

“Alright, c’mon René,” Marty had uncrossed his arms and was now advancing again. “You’re making a scene.”

“No, no,” René, putting both hands up, back-stepped again, reopening the distance between them. “No, it’s fine. I’m leaving. I’m going. I’m a good boy.” He circled the collection of chairs and made his way towards the exit. Marty and his associate watched, and after a moment, they rolled their eyes and turned away.

“Oh, and Marty?” Chevalier had re-entered, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a cigarette hanging off his lip. There was something deliberately 50’s about his look, as if he’d watched Grease one too many times and was attempting to imitate Travolta. All he was missing was the patch on his back.

Marty turned, a hard look creasing his face, but he listened as Chevalier said:

“Tell Cynthia she’s a racist for me?” A smile split across René’s face, and a devilish sort of light danced in those jet black eyes. Marty only scowled.

“Out, Chevalier. Now, before I throw you out. Understand?”

“Sure,” René rolled his cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other, then tapped the end with his finger. “Just grabbing a re-application sheet. Two minutes.”

 God. Uncomfortably aware of the man now standing at his back, Quill faced the woman at the desk again and drummed his fingers uncomfortably. The secretary, meanwhile, seemingly faced with either speaking with a nervous disaster or an asshole, gave Quillan a wide smile and said:

“I’m sorry, sir, as you were saying? They tried to kill you?”

“Yes! Y – yes, l – look, they sh – shot me, th – th – three t - times!” He grimaced, then waved a hand at his chest.

“And who were they, sir? These people who shot at you?”

“I don’t know!” Frustration bloomed in a rare moment of anger, and he slapped his palms down on the desk. “I d – didn’t stop to ask q – q – questions!”

The secretary nodded, chewed her pen cap once more, and then met his eyes with another smile.

“Okay, sir, in that case,” She routed around under her desk a moment, then came up with another sheet of paper. “This is an emergency report sheet, we process these within 15 working days—“

“Are y – you kidding m – me?” Quill grabbed at his hair and pulled on it, just as the rotary board above cranked up another number.

 NOW SEEING #27

 The woman nodded, as if she understood, and simpered a while as she clicked around her screen.

“I’m sorry, sir, but these are the policies under which we operate, if you would like, I could give you a copy of our complaints policy? Or maybe if you’re in a rush you could e-mail us over your query?”

Undone, Quill gaped at her, then screwed up his eyes, took one last deep breath of piney-bleach and walked away. He left the desk, passed the rows of seats, and tossed his ticket stub in the direction of the nearest bin. It missed by a mile.

He got as far as the parking lot before a hand dropped down on his shouder. Warm, firm, and halting, he half expected to see Marty standing behind him. Only it wasn’t, it was Chevalier. The man was looking at him with a curious expression upon his face, concern, amusement, both, something else? He couldn’t tell.

 “Hey, are you okay?” His voice was surprisingly gentle. “I heard what you were trying to say in there, even if she didn’t. You look like you’ve been through hell.” He let Quill go and finally lit his cigarette. “You want to talk about it?”

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Wan High Weeping (Part 25)

Azula stood before the mirror once again, she tried not to think too much about it. She just needed to dress herself, put on some costume makeup, and be done with it. She wished that she had someone to apply the makeup for her so she wouldn’t have to see herself at all. Her hands were still swollen, making the entire process that much harder. They keep her from being able to be as elaborate with her makeup as she desired. But then again, she didn’t quite want to stare at herself for that long. Even so, she had told Teo she’d be at his house within the hour.

 She slipped into her costume and prayed that the zipper wouldn’t catch. It slid up with ease and for the first time in a while, she felt at least somewhat relieved. Relieved but light headed and dizzy. After her last episode she decided to skip a day or two’s worth of meals. Keeping herself up right was becoming a chore but at least she could fit into her costume.

She walked to her bed and dropped onto it, she needed a moment.

 Azula woke up to the doorbell ringing. She checked her phone to see a good influx of texts and a handful of missed calls. It was nearly 6:00. With an ounce of dread, she realized that she had passed out. The doorbell rang again so she texted Teo that she was on her way and thanked the lord that her father wasn’t home.

 “Where were you?” Teo asked.

 “I was taking a shower and getting dressed.” She lied.

 “That was one hell of a shower.” He mumbled.

 “Did your father drop you off here?”

 “He was on his way to eat out with some friends, your place was along the way.” He replied. “No big deal.”

 “Right.”

 Still fighting off the fuzz in her head, Azula gathered her purse and car keys. Frankly, she was nervous to help Teo into the car. She barely had the energy to get herself into it. She wondered if she should just ask him if he wanted to skip the party. She didn’t know if driving was such a good idea. At the same time she didn’t want a second discussion of her eating habits, or lack there of. She was trying to take her mind off of food. Which was just another reason why going to Chan’s party was a dangerous idea. Spite won out though and she helped Teo into the car and slipped herself in. She sat for a moment, simply fidgeting with the keys until the spinning in her head passed.

 “You good?” Teo asked.

 “I’m never good.” She scowled and she contemplates again why he was bothering with her. She was only a source of negativity. She put the keys in the ignition and started the car. She allowed Teo to turn her radio on.

 “You would listen to metal…”

 She couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not.

 .oOo.

 The smell of Chan’s house is familiar and puts an ache in her heart. He was an asshole to the highest, but she missed spending nights at his house watching dumb action movies of his choice. The sofa they used to sit on was now occupied by he and Chu-Leng and a few of the other volleyball stars. Naturally, Usha sat upon his lap. She was probably already tipsy, the girl was such a lightweight and couldn’t handle drinks for the life of her. Azula wondered who would drag her sloppy ass home now that she wasn’t there to do it.

 She could smell candles too, Chan’s mother liked to use them around the house. She’d been there enough to detect the odor of their family dog. She could also smell alcohol and an alluring assortment of holiday treats. Mostly the warm and sweet tang of chocolate and the softer, subtler perfume of freshly baked cupcakes. She was filled with longing and then relief as Teo cut her line of thought off. “So, we’re here. Now what?”

 Truth be told, she didn’t think that she’d make it this far. “Now we avoid Usha and Kori so I don’t…” She trailed off. What was she going to do, she’d be on the floor before anyone could throw a punch. The volume of the party alone was disorienting. She needed to take a seat again.

 “I can get you something to eat or drink.” Teo offered.

 “No thanks, I already ate.”

 He sighed very visibly. “Will you at least drink something?”

 “No soda.”

 “Punch?”

 “Water is fine.” Perfect actually, her mouth was so dry. She spread herself out on an unoccupied sofa.

 He gave his offer one last try. “Can you please eat something. I could bring you a plate of fruit, a really small plate, just eat a little.”

 But that was just it. These days it was never just a little. It started out with the promise of a little but turned into a meal that could probably serve she, Zuko, Ozai, and then some. She couldn’t risk that in front of so many people.  “Just get me the water.”

 She watched Teo make his way to the food stand, feeling horribly alone and exposed. Last year she would have been wholly in her element, making conversation, bragging about her costume, and drinking some. She would have been one of many in the center of attention.

Now she was alone.

Unnoticed.

 She supposed that she would rather be unnoticed. She sighed and rested her head on the sofa. Her stomach muscles were aching from having heaved so much. She felt like death. That would have been a good costume for her. She let her hand dangle off of the sofa. She was fighting to keep herself awake.

She felt a hand on her leg. “Teo…” she murmured. Maybe she ought to take him up on his offer after all. The hand trailed upwards. “Teo, what the fuck are you…” She jolted up and landed a swift smack.

 “You should thank me.” Jet said. “I’m the only one who’ll…”

 She used the last ounce of her energy reserve to grab him by the collar and land another blow. “Pester someone else.” She hissed and                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   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                                                             shoved him away. He stumbled back, apparently, he had already downed his share of liquor.

 “Whatever, I’m not into fat bitches anyways.” He re-adjusted his collar and shimmied away.

 Azula dropped her head back against the armrest. This was a dreadfully poor decision. She hoped that no one was giving Teo a hassle. The boy returned a few minutes later with a cup of fruit punch. “There was no water.”  She sighed again, but her throat could handle no more so she downed the glass anyways ignoring the unpleasant burn it brought.

 “Are you sure that you’ll be okay.” The concern in his eyes was almost painful to look at. Azula chewed the inside of her cheek. He took her hand and the concern seemed to grow. She didn’t have to look to know that he was staring at the raw soars on her knuckles. “Maybe you should see a doctor.”

 “I’m not crazy!” She snapped, sending her head throbbing.

 “I wasn’t talking about that kind of doctor. Your hands are really swollen.” He stroked them with his thumbs.

 “I don’t need to see a doctor, I’m fine.”  Even she knew that it wasn’t true, she was growing concerned for herself. More than she already had been.  But she couldn’t see a doctor, not yet. She couldn’t afford to embarrass herself and her father like that. “I’ll be fine I just…” She hesitated. “I just need something to…”

 “I’ll get you something!”

 Azula grabbed him by the arm before he could leave. “I’ll get myself something to eat.” He let him follow her to the concessions area where she grabbed a few strawberries and pineapple slices. They were nowhere near enough. She didn’t think so anyways, frankly she couldn’t even remember how much she used to eat. She was faintly aware that it was more than that though. So she took a few more strawberries. Nobody save for Teo was watching her, so she treated herself to a small cupcake as well. The frosting, was truly divine and rich in flavor. She noticed Teo take one for himself and took another. She hadn’t eaten anything in a while, she supposed that just two couldn’t hurt. The cookies looked rather tasty too, so she sampled one of those as well. The table also hosted a collection of brownies, a few doughnut holes, and a bowl of candy. She couldn’t decide which she wanted to try more. She decided that a small sample of each couldn’t hurt.

She had missed the taste of sugar so much.

So much…

 Apparently enough to finish off another few cupcakes. Way too many of them. Her stomach felt heavy, heavier than it had in a long time. A sickly feeling settled in her belly because she knew Teo had been watching the whole time. She swallowed. Teo and everyone else.

 “Azula.” His voice was soft, she barely heard it over the laughter in the room.

 Usha laughed the loudest, flailing her hands wildly in a motion that could have been fanning herself. Azula could smell it on her, she was already drunk. Next to her Kori gives a slow clap, “good show, Azula.”

 She fought to keep her composure and what little dignity she had left, but she knew that there was color on her cheeks. Her whole face was probably red. Chan stood at the edge of the crowd looking every bit as disgusted as Teo ought to. He reached out a comforting hand. Azula swatted it away, she knew what he really thought of her.

 Their laughter seemed to grow in volume. So many faces; the entirety of both the girls’ and boys’ volleyball teams, Jet’s team, and many other faces she’d seen around the school. They all knew…

She didn’t even spare Teo a glace. She had to get out of there.

She rushed for the door.

 For once she hadn’t meant any harm in giving Aang a shove, he just so happened to be in her path. Truth be told she hadn’t really noticed him at all, he was just another body in a house that was all to crowded.

Just another set of judgmental eyes.

 Azula slammed the door to her car and slumped over the steering wheel. She was so, so tired in all regards. She was tired physically. She was tired emotionally. She was tired of the lack of control. She was tired of her father and his standards. She was tired of her own standards. She was tired of herself. She was tired of her classmates, of school, and of her ex-friends. She was tired of being the outcast. She was tired of being afraid of food, tired of thinking about it so constantly. She was tired of being hungry…

She was tired of feeling how she did.

She was exhausted.  

 Her shoulders trembled as she let out a shuddered cry.

She wanted it to end.

 Her phone buzzed. She knew that it was Teo. She didn’t know if she should answer. She didn’t know if she should answer but she did. She texted him back, telling him that she was in her car. She didn’t understand why he was still texting her. Why he still wanted to be in a car with her.

She was his ride home.

 Azula unlocked the door.

She momentarily forgot that he need her help to get into the car.

She didn’t like the look of pity on his face.

 “I’m sorry.” He muttered, once she had him buckled in. “This is my fault, isn’t it?”

 “Yes.” She answered, but only because it was easier to blame him than herself and her own lack of self-control.

 He opened his mouth and closed it again. He said nothing the rest of the way to his house. Nothing save for another, much quieter apology. It was hard to make conversation with the taste of sugar on her tongue and the knowledge that she had overdone things in front of everyone. What was wrong with her?

She helped him out of her car. “I was just trying to help.” He murmured.

 But that was just it.

She wasn’t the kind of person that someone could help.

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( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) | (⑅ ‘﹃’ ) | (´；Д；｀)

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

Noriko’s current best friend is a six foot tall geeky South Korean girl by the name of Kyung-Sun Lee! Noriko and Kyung-Sun first met in junior high, as Kyung-Sun was one of six fellow students who set up the school magazine club with Noriko, who took the helm. (The club hadn’t existed (mostly due to lack of prior organisation and interest) before Noriko suggested it to the student council-- even with all she’s accomplished now, she’s still rather proud of doing that.) While they always got along fairly well and Kyung-Sun always admired Noriko a lot, though, they didn’t become close until high school; Kyung-Sun stood up and stuck by Noriko during a particularly bad, messy time, and Noriko appreciated that a lot, and since then they’ve been thick as thieves.

(Honestly, if there’s one way to gain Noriko’s genuine friendship, it’s to defend/stand up for her when she’s in hot water. Noriko likes to think of herself as very capable of handling whatever others throw at her, but it really does mean a lot to her if someone does that for her.)

Kyung-Sun, while sharing much of the same interests as Noriko, has a different vibe to her-- she’s a chirpy, nerdy, gushy, excitable sweetie pie, the kind who rarely has a bad word to say about anyone and who just really wants to fit in and make friends. (TBH, most of Noriko’s closer friends have been or are massive fucking nerds.) At a glance, Noriko’s and Kyung-Sun’s friendship seems slightly lopsided, given that Kyung-Sun has such an innocent personality and tends to follow Noriko around like a lapdog and praise everything she does, but for what it’s worth, Noriko genuinely loves Kyung-Sun dearly, and would fight any asshole who tried to fuck with her.

While Noriko paints herself in a Popular High School Girl sort of image, how she actually is in school has some layers to it: technically, she has a fairly big friend group, but she’s only close with maybe 3-5 of them, and the rest are people who suddenly grew interested in her when she Got Famous and who Noriko knows would throw her to the wolves in a hot second if shit ever hit the fan. It doesn’t bother her much, really-- shallow connections are still connections, after all, and she’s not much inclined to trust people anyway.

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

Celebrities. Being on television. Kissing really attractive people. How people totally misinterpret Becky Sharpe from Vanity Fair. Cramming for the test on imaginary numbers next Tuesday. Buying better quality eyeliner. If she can get a good portable chess set online for cheap. How she’s going to murder her sister and get away with it one day. Kissing more really attractive people.

Noriko’s a girl of many different trains of thought at once, is what I’m saying.

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

Noriko has always been glad that she’s not a gal prone to pondering deep universal philosophical concerns; as she sees it, what’s the point of brooding over the past or the future? Live in the now, baby! She tries her best to take things as they come, without spending her time stressing about stuff way ahead.

That said, Noriko has a strategical mind, and spends a lot of her energy mentally managing each and every individual aspect of her day, determined not to let a single thing slip out of place for her. Given how busy her schedule is, though, Noriko is veeeeery prone to hideously overworking herself a lot, and the more exhausted she gets from doing that, the more stressed and worried she gets trying to keep everything going the way she wants it to do...though she’ll do her best to make sure no one can tell. Silly rabbit, Suzuki Noriko-chan doesn’t get stressed out by things!

[ridiasfangirlings]

How about some Oiran!Fushimi and Client!Yata? Like maybe the Homra boys buy Fushimi for a night so Yata can pass onto adulthood already. Naturally they fall in love but Fushimi is still a prostitute of Yoshiwara and can't leave until someone buys him. Thanks!

I really love the mental image of Oiran!Fushimi, with the makeup andcolorful silks and everything. Say Yata’s part of the swordsman groupHomra who help keep the peace and are generally very popular andrespected, they’re known as a rough group that nonetheless focus onprotecting the weak and taking care of people who try to prey on thepoor. Yata’s a rising star in the group, he’s younger than most ofthem and his height makes people underestimate him a lot but he’sfast and quick learner and he’s extremely loyal to their leaderMikoto, Yata’s always praising Mikoto and is basically Homra’s numberone fan. Because of his age Yata usually doesn’t go with the otherguys down to the pleasure quarter (vice commander Kusanagi would killthem all) but finally when he comes of age the Homra guys are allexcited to take him out for some drinking and whoring. That Yata goesbright red at the very mention of women and can barely talk to themwhen he passes by them in town is not considered an obstacle in theleast, Chitose especially figures the best way to get him over it isto just toss him in the river and see if he floats, more or less.

So since it’s a special day and maybe they just finished a big jobrunning some rogue samurai out of town or something it’s decided thatthey’ll take Yata to one of the most expensive pleasure houses, sothat he can lose his pesky virginity in style. Yata’s not really intothat but he doesn’t want to look like a kid who can’t handle women sohe goes along with everyone, trying desperately to smother hisnervousness as he’s dragged into the pleasure quarter where he’snever even so much as set foot before. Yata would probably be quietlylosing it too, like he keeps staring at everything wide-eyed andspotting heavily made up women staring at him from the windows ofhuge buildings where they’re like almost on display and Yata can feelhis face going redder and redder with each step. Finally they reachthe place Chitose chose and everyone’s all excited, they settle downat a table to drink and let the oiran entertain them. Yata’s a littleconfused at first because his mental image of prostitutes washalf-naked women throwing themselves at him but all the oiran aredraped in silks and makeup and they know a lot of other skills,several are playing instruments or talking with the other patrons orreading poetry and Yata’s like wait are these guys reallyprostitutes. The other Homra guys find that hilarious, like yeahthey’re supposed to entertain you in all ways, get it. Yata’sstill trying to figure the whole thing out when he hears this softscornful tongue click from the oiran who’s pouring him sake. Yataturns to glare at them and finds himself staring into thesecaptivating blue eyes.

Yata’s face starts going red again and he stumbles over his words ashe tries to talk to the oiran, who just looks at him scornfully andsays this isn’t a place for virgins. Yata’s surprised torealize this oiran is male and he’s trying to figure out if the guy’slike in hiding or something, the oiran rolls his eyes and notes thatthere are several male oiran here and hasn’t Yata noticed. Yata’slike how the hell was I supposed to notice and the guy just sighs andis like whatever, I have better things to do than deal withfirst-timers. He leaves and Yata can’t believe that an asshole likethat works in a place like this, like who the hell would want tospend a night with him. That’s when a couple of the Homra guyssidle up to him with matching smirks as they tell Yata that for hisbirthday they bought him a night with the most popular oiran in theplace. Yata’s getting a little tipsy by this point from too much sakebut he’s still sober enough to be really embarrassed. He doesn’tresist too much when one of the attendants offers to lead him to theroom though, swallowing down his nervousness as he tells himself thatit’s fine, this is a coming of age thing after all.

He’s led to a single room with a soft bed and incense burning, thereare pillows arranged on the floor and a drink made for him and italmost looks like he’s in a fancy hotel rather than a brothel. He’ssitting nervously on the floor when the door opens and the oiranwalks in. Yata manages to stutter out a hello and is shocked intomomentary silence when he’s answered with a familiar tongue click andan annoyed ‘Great. The virgin.’ Yata’s like shut the fuck upso what that I’m a virgin, the oiran just sighs like let’s get thisover with. Yata’s halfway drunk but still tense, the oiran sighsagain and offers to massage his shoulders first. Yata’s like I guess,since I bought you for the night and the oiran snorts a little. Yataasks his name and the oiran answers that there’s no point in knowinghis name, but if Yata must know it’s Fushimi Saruhiko. I imagine thatfirst night they don’t actually sleep together – Yata’s too nervousand drunk and Fushimi’s just being an asshole most of the time butthey end up talking a lot instead, Yata drunkenly admitting that he’sanxious about the whole thing and that he wants so badly to fit in atHomra and be just one of the guys you know. Fushimi just indulges himbecause it’s a paying customer but he does find his heart beatingoddly fast every time Yata compliments him, like Fushimi has a fullset of entertaining skills beyond sex and he uses a lot of them whendealing with drunken Yata, like he plays some music and reads a bitof poetry and kicks Yata’s ass at go and Yata’s super amazed eachtime.

The next morning everyone’s congratulating Yata on losing hisvirginity at last and Yata just rolls with it because he’s tooembarrassed to admit that all he did was hang out with the prostituteall night. He tries to say goodbye to Fushimi before he leaves butFushimi blows him off because as far as he’s concerned Yata’s justanother client, nothing more. Except Yata can’t stop thinking aboutFushimi and ends up saving his money to come back and buy a nightwith Fushimi again. Fushimi assumes Yata’s finally ready for some sexthis time but instead Yata just wants to hang out with him again, hehad fun last time and he thinks Fushimi’s kinda interesting even ifhe is a jerk so Yata would like to spend more time with him. Fromthere Yata starts going to see Fushimi every time he has enoughmoney, all the Homra guys and the other oiran assume that Yata’s justanother one of Fushimi’s regulars but they never sleep together, justhang out and talk and Yata feels almost like Fushimi’s someone he canconfide in, while Fushimi feels like Yata’s the first one who everreally saw him for himself, looked beyond the makeup and silksto the person he is. Fushimi doesn’t quite trust the feeling though,he was sold to the brothel at a young age by his asshole dad and he’sbasically assumed ever since that he has to rely on himself tosurvive and no one else.

Then one day Yata overhears one of Homra’s new recruits bragging,they made some big score and a bunch of the newer recruits went tothe pleasure quarter to celebrate. The guy starts talking about howhis parents sent him some cash and he used that and the extra fromHomra to buy one of the popular oiran, one named Fushimi. Yata canfeel the blood pounding in his ears as he hears the guy start to talkabout how great the sex was and how he had Fushimi begging for moreand finally Yata can’t take it and decks the kid. He gets disciplinedby Kusanagi for it and Yata’s like 'but that asshole said thingsabout Saruhiko…!’ Kusanagi knows some about what Yata’s friendshipwith Fushimi and he kinda sighs because he figured this would come upeventually, reminding Yata gently if what Fushimi’s profession is andthat like it or not, as long as Fushimi’s bonded to that housethere’s nothing Yata can do to stop him from spending the night withanyone who can pay for his services.

Yata’s really upset by this sudden reminder of reality and he ends upgoing to the pleasure house with all the savings he has left, wantingto see Fushimi. As soon as they’re alone Fushimi starts teasing himfor being so eager and Yata just grabs him by the shoulders and islike 'I’m going to buy you.’ Fushimi doesn’t get what he means andYata repeats it, that he’s going to buy Fushimi and take him away.Fushimi laughs like that’s a nice idiot’s dream but it won’t happen,my freedom costs more than you can pay, virgin. Yata’s like Iknow and I don’t care, I told you: I’m going to take you away with meand we’re going to be together. His eyes are so intent and honestthat Fushimi finds himself wanting to believe and as they talkto each other they keep leaning in more and more until soon they’remaking out. Making out progresses to sex and the next morning they’relying together in bed with Yata telling it to Fushimi again andagain, that he’s going to buy Fushimi no matter what it takes, sothey can be together.

[throwingideasatthewall]

The Clone Wars     The Zillo Beast Strikes Back

         (Season 2 Episode 19)

I really thought the first episode     was surprisingly good and I hope the     quality     con-      tin     ue s;

           Moving on;                         Cost   ly-                Recap,       getting real deep                 into the details                   ......              Good     that shows commitment to the story                       ..     And      attention to the (good) details 

               . .                      [Also how yeah are they going to transport that     beast?]

                Who said spent a little more time     explaining it to       the natives          [Why   they needed a dead    beast]

         Still good                 still good,

          Pretty

         Okay

“Tensions       Run         high,”

Hey,    that’s      a       reasonable    reaction,

   (They’re going to put extra   security     on it?)

  How long   till it breaks out.

[I mean thing   might look tiny]

Look at all those        buildings

     [also this will be a nice   scale

 We really didn’t   get much of it

On the   desert planet

 Cause there were no buildings around

  After the   destruction

  (Neat      Detail-)

That one trooper’s      really excited

You think you want to be a   zoo-logist?

Neat

Spiky and big       but sleepy

Uhm.     (Cute)

(Oh you stop with that death music it’s     adorable)

As are most animals

Though that’s likely     more so      anticipation music        . .        So it’s Fine

      But just look at       ‘em,

Ador-able       !

(I’m sorry I cannot take this     seriously with him sleeping     so peacefully)

Good    for        ‘em

  *em

[Oh yeah      [just]       bring the     Chancellor here.

 Is he going to get     Donkey     Kong-ed?         i’m sorry     but just the idea.     .

Of Sidious     held hostage      By a   giant beast,      On top of     a building..

It’s just so     hilarious.

(Not to mention his     force lightning      powers)     Baby      [An-imal]      Possib     ly        .     Okay,      Right,       Why would      they     stop.

 Aight         —-         Okay           -         Good      Ideas           -     A-ight.

   Whelp,          Good

     Uhm,        Right,

  Okay     ,

  Now,     Right,

Wh-       Elp,  

 Uhm,     Okay,

Right,

Nice

Okay

Chancellor      isn’t having it

Look    

At him

You ruined his evil     diatribe, Windu

He isn’t having that     “you should assume some accountability”        argument..

Ruining the   giant monster plot-          -      with his logic

   Good       times

[Palpatine’s going to dismiss him    rudely      isn’t         he?

    He’s pissed           -              Terrible war

Note; how he said nothing   about the beast safety

Which is Windu’s     main concern

[and his earlier   gaslighting of      Windu’s    conscience

*Put      Down      *             ?        .    

^ ^

Nice

 Sleepy.      .

 Bean.      (Pet      Name-       Light     ly.]

 Any way!

  [There’s the   scientist.]

  Seems        Nice.

   She doesn’t have   au-thority

 Nor      Do     You.  “Good care,”

 Nice

Mace         Is     Humanitarian       towards          Ani-     mals-

 -also can we stop calling at the        “beast”?

   It’s an      animal?

[’Beast’ is for when it’s attacking you      And           it’s not fully identified]

 And     it’s   adorable

[as well   as has an already established name]

[i’ll say call it whatever you want     but this is   assumed     authority,       And whoever     names it first             is          king         . . . .      Seriously ?     does no one  care for it as a     cute fluffy animal?       (I know it’s scaly  my point stands)

Like seriously everyone’s viewing it as a       resource

[Makes me   sad]

Starting to think that one clone trooper      Should      be in   charge,

He at least       seem-ed to give a     -shit

Well treated

As a resource

Windu;       i’m calling bullshit     but   alright

[is he going to     spring him?

*em

I want Windu to spring ‘em for      environmental justice

Ok, how long does the plotting   bullshit goes down and they start   tearing the scales off the thing?

Um

Ma-jestic

He’s calling     Heavy.. bullshit

Good for     Windu..

(I like this character   .very much.)

 Nope      [Death       Music      .]

 Big

  Good           -           Aight

Uhm        ..     Bu-        ld

Obi-Wan      shut up 

[You are the worst character]

Not in character design

Just in being the     absolute    .worst.

  Great

    Neat

   Al-      right-

I mean-     he could be studying it to find which climate would be best for it -   I mean you can’t just drop a random      Non native-       Life      Form     -     Onto     a random planet-       and   Hope for the     best-

And this is the closest thing to safe neutral   controlled   territory       . . .      that they have

So make sense that they bring him here   to figure it     out

  [The chancellor      able to manage     who they have treaties with and which planets are inhabited

[and what uninhabited planets could be   possibly viable        environment        . . . .         Re-hom-ing    locations-

For him     *em

*Effort*

Oh yeah   not worth the effort to make sure the very   rare species     doesn’t      dare

  [this is why you’re     the fucking worst.]

     In.uni.

   Any        Way-

   Well that was a   calm way of saying,           He didn’t      give me an      explanation            . . .       Which is     understandable      and          A pretty         decent      response,

    .         Try

    Wait what?

Can we       re-wind that again?       ...  Obi-Wan     -     no       -        All he said 

“was that he didn’t get an answer,”

He-

  Do not   escalate the situation.

  Do not send     Anakin to badger the    chancellor.

[If Windu wants to escalate the situation   he will,]

You are not the responsible [least     Toxic] Adult

Please just let       Windu handle it

[I love how they cut away like you know   Windu’s    rolling his eyes

[Obi-won- 

“]

]

Well,  not too bad     just seems tired

Planet acclim-      ation          -         Or the   sed-      atives           -           Will do   that    to you)

Though admittedly it could be a less     in-vasive     environment-

With more   com-patibility-

 Oh

   ?

  What?

    Oh       No!

[Don’t hold    the fluffy bean!]

What   is going on   exactly?

Like don’t get me wrong I know there’s 

  slight discomfort

But    how     bad-

[like is what they   inserted into them a sedative?

Enough,

 Good-

 That’s      Good

  But seriously

If you’re going to      study an animal   you shouldn’t do shit like that

Passive observation

  Seeing if it sheds

  Perhaps,        Getting        Samples

The only time   those things to be    taken off -      ... them         ...  is upon     death         -     with respect to the    life        cycle,            And,      the decomposition     cycle-

     Not going-

Toxic   excessive-

And causing        -   pain

 Aw

Sentient       Bean-

   Oh          No.

Oh it is picking things up   relatively quickly,

Surprisingly    quickly,

figuring out that     this was the one to      Yell          at           ...    despite there being      Mryaid        Of     possibilities,

  And   would usually focus on the,

  Pain-    ful         Ones,

  Com

  So take a small       scrape sample. off the scales

   Like you straight   up tried to       rip   off      the scales.      ... Armor-

And not the   Jedi’s?

   Just thought -in the     pecking order they’d be lower

   Under tanks    and 

    shielding

And protection to the     higher ups           ...

Centurion        Armor.

 First

  Ok how about you   don’t..

Or send her to the planet   and wait to     see if she sheds.

Like,no

Until the   bean       ... is dead       (Un     fortunate)

 You      can’t-    be doing-          ....    Stuff-         Like         That-

    -         What the     fuck?

  Also;     mace Windu       a thousand miles away;      I hope the fuck you do       you be a dead son of a bitch,

Lady, just call the Jedi

Mace Windu is clearly an     environmental         -     animalistic         focus            -      Have him insta kick this      bitch

(Which he can as    his specialty)

Call tox

    *Like         Medic

And kick the bitch   to accountability

* or semi   accountability in this case 

 (’Cause if you get caught with a           Spoon-       -”

 Pr-otest

  Good

  Mace Windu       -     Has a teammate-

 Intelligent

Oh no-

Oh noo

That    could’ve been possibly        meant

“I thought   that was just an   extraneous detail”

👍

 Animal

You’ve been calling it a   Beast   this whole time

Also,     damn look at those    sad eyes!

That Things 100%         Sent.

You can’t do      that!

Ok I need to plot this out

This living creature-

Is sentient      enough        To     Un-der      Stand

Lan-guage

   And feel pain

Let me just play a few scene   so I get the morality right

So,     dude’s sleeping under ground,

(Those guys apparently just         . Got injured by its sleeping movements,)

 Then

  It finds some guy

 Tries to get it off him        (Reasonable)

   Those two guys flee     (After     Anakin spent multiple occasions getting in     it’s way..

  Clearly     un-wonton       and     un-wanted

    So clearly going over the        “don’t bug others         rule,”

    Then these guys   -definitely heck with it

     By throwing        bombs,          And    generally breaking        every        (rule).  The liquid thing is kind of weird

      That being the equivalent of        pumping     planet waste material            Poison)               So it pretty well fits under the attempt of harm                /murder

        And the    guards clearly attempt        to murder it.

So immediate      accountability is in play

  But     they try to kill them

   (Note I know the situation is bad but it’s     Immediate Accountability

     Not immediate death

(However,       it’s really weird with non      humans)

    (Or even just   humanoids,)

  Because I know what another      human could do

  Humanoids have the same       about structure

   With minor     ex -cessive- differences?

    Like- how

(The standards      are really different        here)

   I’m not sure she could have even picked them up       without hurting them.

         I really hope     we get to see her talk

        So   we can get more info

      Because that’s    really    fascinating.

 Co-mment

 Hey     it noted that!        ...   That’s   -really   neat

[Also   geez that must suck,       Having    to be moved from your   planet...      Against       your       will     and things   that you might not be able     prevent. .         Because     some asshole won’t     share the damn planet, 

And everyone   else is enabling.

(It’s the frozen planet thing    All over again    .but better.]    This time   the species     might not actually have an option,

But   doesn’t   negate         -  it’s   sentience,

Kill

Dude,   seriously,

Like I’m not a fan of it   but you could just sedate them,

Turn the fuel wanted some kind of solid       (Point)

And

Argh-

(It brings me no   moral pleasure to say this) 

Cut the scales from the     skin-

Without,   too much pain 

Assume

(Still   should   not do it)

Monster

(Also lady just      call the Jedi)

 You know one who’s against it

You don’t even have to mention the   chancellor by name

Just say some crazy orders got   brought down the line

 And you need   -some help

Oof

‘She   ain’t having your bullshit’

Right

Okay

Whelp

Good scene       setting.    

You really feel how   out of place   Anakin is,    -  

Oof

The music’s    really nice

Really helps set the scene

And the height       Just-

Perfect       (Sets a beautiful        set of risk)

 Oof and Obi-Wan questioning     Am-idala

(The costume choice works        very nicely here-       Causing Amidala        to stand out,       From the       variety,         But still have the kind of    muted sense of the situation,

    (Lot of other senators           wearing purple            (-though more             solid)

And the lighting is pretty nice too,

Looking pretty   naturally with the setting-

Oh,     no,

Aw, that’s kind of nice

 A good    bit of levity

(Possibly    parodying     the masters,         Amidala          and        Anakin      technically)

     (Anakin    did build        CP3PO         though)

     Aight,          Nice,

.

 Pro      B-

 You know   that actually would make sense

I was actually expecting     the more blow it up    solution

   But    just trying bugging the      Senator      (Chancellor)       Palpatine             .       Is a pretty good    (non-escala      tory)         First  step       . . .       .

That would   just let Senator   Amidala see it,     assuming   she wouldn’t have an   issue;     and wouldn’t   notice the smell     rift.    .. -      Male-stare

‘ Mace Windu   told you to leave it alone     and let him handle it,     And you decided fuck     that       I’mma   gonna screw things up,       Didn’t         You?”

Ch-ancellor

Oh     that’s actually a smart plan        -     Gang up on the   chancellor       .      Never mind      A second    pair of eyes     might be   helpful in case   he tries that      hologram   shit again,

(Never mind the fact that     Ami-dala- doesn’t go missing   under mysterious circumstances,”

It’s  a good   plan

Kinda

That’s-    pretty damn fair-     -      Voice-         -     That’s- a little too     environmental but I get the point

(As in it’s ignoring the fact that the    Zilla beast does have a voice,    Just no one‘s listening

  Or reading its body language,     Like a good    sentient would

  (The issue is it’s         accountability          -The ability      to hold others        accountable-

  Which it doesn’t seem to be capable of doing to the         fine degree of      other humans-

   Other   humanoids-

 “ Be it’s      accountability,”         Is More        accurate          a phras-           ing

     Also geez can you imagine that   sit-uation?

 -

 Like either force-d to kill another sentient species or be submitted to   this?

  -

   I give the Zilla beast a lot of damn   credit-

   For the re-straint

Real         shit           . ..    Sit-

   Neither have    you,

  Seen your    -self

   In action!

Like   yeah dude you pull out a laser sword,      When someone threatens you,

(Pretty damn unaccountable)

At least the Zilla beast has a       damn good excuse,

    Life

Yep-

 Warr         ant a discussion

   No,         It warrants the   envir-onmental focus-          Kicking the     offender,          Straight to      accoun-tability            And     every     one else,    Lea-ving    the damn thing       alone,     (Bastards)          ....    ?

I mean-

 That’s       kinda fair-

Heck     not every-       one-       

   Heck- not every generation-     Has an environmental focus

    And,  animals are damn   weird-

   But- I’m going to say      if you see a puppy kicked-        You should      tell that dude to        fuck       off,

  And no I do not      resent that-

   Even if it’s      food

(Which no one should be messing with     in the first place)

   But fair-

  Chan-cellor   

    Still don’t    like this-

 Stop being a complaining        dick and eit        -her do it or    don’t-

  Oh does he have a   hesitation from his previous experience?

    Secrets do not stay       secret

   Mate you deployed the military,              Who have to answer                 to the council,

          Not to mention all of the               Internal law and military                 enforcement                    On planet                     That saw     this shit go down

                (Would probably be    defensive of you holding a dead    creature)

Also yeah   it’s Obi-Wan’s        fault

(How he knows about something      he didn’t witness.       Idk,       Guess   someone told him.”

   Anakin?

   What-       ever.

    Aight

Called        out

No the point of democracy is to form a      hierarchy of authority         And with some people’s decision     matters more than others          There was very little ability to        self determined,

     And often times  ends up just arguing over    basic human decency,

    Doesn’t have to involve   subterfuge

   But things can escalate for the worst with   toxic behavior

       *enabling            espec

Die

Oy!

Any   -one paying attention to that?

(Dude, blown cover!      )

No, better option just go straight to     Windu,

You thought     he was being held for a tests     ... He   wasn’t    ,       Time to get the ass kicking squad in for     questioning,

 Windu

*Not      Obi-      Won-    -

 That was   damn threatening

  Aight,

(Also yes, you do,    Go tell    Windu.)

Here’s the conversation;

 ‘Ok, I’ll just relay that to      Master      Windu-”

    “Wait, no - don’t do that-         !”

   (Done jokingly)

 The conversation’s         fine,

  War is never going to be won until someone assumes         accountability

Both points of “feck you” 

  Well at least Anakin isn’t hail-ed as the    “enabling Savior”,

   And does sorta take          Amidala     ’s          Side,         ,       Re-     asonable

          [call             Windu]

Shit     ...

Also      “your       groomer       has     groomed        you       well”

    To       never        pick       a side       .  .. Ex-         Cuse-        Me-         -         Help         ing     ...       He   noticeably     switched            his       body       over      to your side,

      And his   “both sides thing,”               .... .        Was is clearly a        ‘feck          you,

  Appro    -priately

     Oh

     No he       DOESN’T!

      And Anakin isn’t innocent   here,

  So knock off the   tone

  No puppy dog   was kicked,

   Anakin fully   knows what he’s advocating       is wrong

   And appro         -priate tone should be applied

 ‘That was      malicious

You can’t hoodwink an     adult,

Productives are well aware    of common decency            Rules,

 Selectives know      their shit

   This is an          act of        malician          . . .          And should be           framed as such     .   yeah I have no idea what’s going on with   him either

[Doing that    unaccountable juice again.)

Oh,     hi,    ,       Wait you’re just gonna straight up gas      ‘em-

  But-

(Does this turn them   into a super angry pissed off monster?)

Zilla

Stop enabling   this!

   [Character            Yell,]

        Bitch,

Kill      em’

  ‘I will grab the thing    , but I’m still asking you to do the thing,”

    This is why       ‘sorry             is bullshit,’

      . .

      Um      Whelp,         Time         to see     the baby       get kicked,”      -          “I’m  Sorry,”

We talked about how that doesn’t excuse     actions    ... I swear if they pull that they said they were sorry, so that means everything’s ok every episode,

  [I will    strike every episode]

Til the mark

Any      way.

Begin     procedure        .       And with that she is undoubtably      irredeemable,           . ...

(I swear to god if they play happy music of an ending where she is supposedly redeemed

   Or enabled)

Calling    heavy   bullshit,

   A   puppy     killer     runn      -ing           free       With        No           Ch   -ance        Of even the slightest bit of      come      uppance,            ....   Isn’t      happy         - - -         Any       Way,              Even worse   that      it’s sentient           -           Going to switch        from       “That’s              A          Puppy!”         to       “THAT’S              A         SENTIENT!”

(Both are equally      frick-ed up)

  De-     served-   

 Yeah-

Turns out when you threaten someone’s life they immediately going to assume accountability mode   

              (Not)

 I’m just really angry

At the characters in the        universe

But yeah,  Damn,

        Poor             Zilla,

         Got            tears            in my eyes

     [Like imagine          that bullshit]

Like either she was restrained            her self enough        so she didn’t kill people

Or the situation was so bad          it literally caused       an adrenaline          like situation

     Free-         ing herself

     Seeing as she doesn’t seem to be a bad   “pers’- 

     [The accountability scale-           still         un-established,”     [Selective          accountability?

     Involuntary         accountability?

    Does her body       just flare up into attack mode          when stuff like that happens)

   Just-

   Whoa-

   No-

  Don’t shoot the      baby   !     sent    ient!

 I don’t     like the sound of that,

You’re not going to like    

what they did to her?

[also wait,    what are the properties of that gas?

  Like what does exposure      do to her?

  [I know they said it was poisonous,        But      that was coming from the assholes  that thought stabbing      her was a good idea,

*em

 Any      Way,   

Good point

Like how          dude’s backing away               .       Good trooper

I hope he was the       Zoologist           One            .      seems to be       smart,

Oof

(Dude didn’t even get to see the        Zila,)

   Oof

   It    doesn’t even attack anyone!

  (It goes away        from the tanks)

    My        Damn          heart,

        Oof

       I hurt

      Good

(Oh geez,   she probably didn’t even know they were still out there.”

 Oof,

Okay, fakers,

Also she took out was the beams screwing with her,

 There         was like one guy,

   (I remember         I thought about commenting,          “Karma,”.        at that moment,

  If Lady’s on the ground        it’s her own fault,

Zilla,     didn’t do anything to her

Dick,

  ?

  Oy,       Bullshit,

   She, went the other direction

  And      seemed very specific about     avoiding things

 I’m calling      very light         (Cir-cum        stantial-)    Bull shit

    There must be a fire     Oh no

    (Yeah the structure-

     Must suck

    To be sp-

How is he     reaching her 

after her thing was destroyed?

Damn

Also, wait 

it’s night?

How long     have they been   standing there?

(Also Mace     Windu       is going to     kick    your      ass.”

Also, look at that

She’s trying to go under the beams!

This is clearly not     malicious,

  And I mean it makes     a lot of sense,

   She’s a ground living          creature,            (Sentient)

        She probably thought lower altitude was safe

  And not with all    this      (non      sense),

    toxin

Oh yeah    just gas     the city!                 -      with multiple     in-     habitants     of    different   biological      structure-

                                 [Don’t bother turning it into a   blade]

                                 Or                                     bullets]

.

 Hurry

[Not try anymore       practical       solutions,]

Why...   

 Have you done     this?

[Oh yeah don’t bother sounding the alarms for      everyone,

   Screw them

    Only           the servants matter,”

 “Gen,       No,      don’t stay      with   General    Kenobi,        He      will       get      you     killed,

Now, I kno

Fun

-     See,   she gives them a warning yell!

She’s more-so tripping than     malicious,

Also made if you saw a (malicious) beast coming your way and decided to stand near it

  -That’s your      own fault,

   Like,        Darwin’s          law           No          Euth,

     To be fair dude does give the orders.  And that      was her way of saying I don’t like that guy

         I’m just really sad about her      condition.

 Tr-

   High     er    Van         Ta          Ge

    Point-

    Also yeah that does seem like a smoother safer advantage point where she wouldn’t hurt anyone

   Aight,

   Okay, seriously      how the fuck are            there fires?

   She      hasn’t- 

   That’s just something completely     different,

    [Like-         I don’t know if I wanna know the story but that           is intriguing]         

      Aw,           Small,

       See now    she’s sticking to sections       where she can’t      hurt       people.         .

    Whelp

    “Also everyone get to your   rooms,

    These       frickers;

 Like there was an alarm      earlier      right?

   There was a      siren       ..

  How?

  No-pe

 Yes you stay on top of that dome

   Proud          Of           This          Zilla’

     Eva-           Cute?

     Also wait   wasn’t she just in the scene below

 Some        One-

   Dude all she did was   yell at him,

  Re-     Strain         T!

   Gosh darn, Yoda -     you fricking        enabler

Also how long until Windu finds out she’s been injured and..  freaks out.

 Loading.

Lost

And,   they were all given fair warning and if you’re not smart enough to get out of the way that’s your own fault

* Un    accountable

  Off

How’s    Windu    feeling?

 Aight

 Bullshit,    you planned that-

Also   why are you including everyone else?

That seems like a   security   hazard?

Toxin

.

De-stroyed

Clearly no

You should be     glaring daggers at him  

being like   “bitch    no,”

Padme      Isn’t      innocent

Pr-

[Windu        is going to kick a bitch]

   It

  No

   Hi,

  Hey, want to talk to you

 VALID

  Good

  OH NO   

Fuck off Yoda

  (Amoral-

You shouldn’t   shoot them in the first place-

Also this is just establishing that     Mace Windu is literally the only sane person,

 Yoda literally only cares about the       chancellor         . . .      and would’ve shot him

   Dick,       Don’t

(Feckin   dammit Anakin,)

   The Zilla        Just       Wants      a nice talk.

      Bad

Yes just let the Zila talk you         irresponsible fuck

Like, seriously        Now she’s       going to have to try and catch you with her hands,

   And if anyone gets hurt      it’s their own damn fault.

  Som-

    Stupid

     Damn-         Just.  Talk

  with the damn Zila,

  -

  I swear..

 I fuck-

She was already paying attention 

you damn fuck

                Zilla-         catch-  Whelp,

Dumbest freaking      plan ever,

Zilla,          Pick up

“ also you have to think about what Zilla- is thinking at them       at this moment-

Like-

  Oh- shit

No   

They could possibly die!  She     just yells at them this     entire time!

   Damn...

Pretty sure   that dude tried to shoot      her...

  Not-

 Dick

   Oh         No,

   This-

   She gave dude      five fucking warnings

        De-press                   ....

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