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#you know what we should do now? set off a bunch of explosives in the sky. for fun!
lavenderteacat · 1 year
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sserajeans · 1 year
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friendly fire
kim minji x fem! reader
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synopsis: ever since you bought a new game for your ps5, you've been spending a lot of your free time with hanni, the only other member who knew how to play properly. minji gets tired of it eventually.
others + genre: 6th member y/n, 04 liner y/n, outgoing (and very loud) y/n, straightforward y/n...., 04 line just a bunch of bffs who parent maknae line togt tbh, fluffyflfuufyflfhfyf
notes: requested!, nothing much.. just hope u guys enjoy.. perhaps not proof read, VERY SHORT‼️
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"hanni behind you!"
"y/n i need a revive i'm behind the factory!"
"shit!"
"good game... didn't know players could control tanks..."
"yeah, well! now we know i guess.."
it had been a while since you spent a good portion of your first paycheck on a new ps5 and a first-person shooter game. and ever since then you and hanni have spent every hour of free time the group had playing.
which hadn't been an issue for you and minji!
or so you thought.
promotions for omg finally ended, so you and hanni intended to complete the game's storyline by the end of the day. you both slept early the night before, and getting on the game was the first thing you both did after taking a bath and eating breakfast.
unlike the rest of the girls, minji had schedules that day as a special mc, so she left the dorms an hour after you and hanni started your little game marathon. (neither of you forgetting a cheek kiss goodbye, despite hanni's disgust)
now you see, minji doesn't really get jealous easily, and if she did, she'd rationalize it without having the need to talk to you about it (not wanting to bother you). but with you spending almost every hour of your day playing with hanni, and doing so for the past week, it's been building up, and today was the breaking point.
when minji left the dorms, you were on the console, and when she arrived, you were still playing. the proximity between you and hanni didn't help much either, but you get cold easily and both of you were too lazy to get up and grab a blanket.
"oh! welcome back, min!" minji's worries left for a split second hearing your voice and a smile grew as she removed her shoes and coat in front of the door.
she sat on the couch behind you and hanni, trying her best to observe the gameplay, but ultimately failing as her eyes glued on your right arm intertwined with hanni's left.
"fuck i really need to pee.."
"let minji play for a bit she can cover."
hanni was gonna regret suggesting that.
"oh true." you turned around to face minji and handed her your controller before running to the bathroom. "PLAY WELL FOR ME, MIN!"
you should win a world record for fastest female peeing, 'cause it barely felt like a minute before you came back to the living room, drying your washed hands off with tissue.
"what the hell! i'm trying to detonate the explosives but someone's shooting at me! minji can you get them!" hanni exclaimed in fury as she focused every fiber of her being into the game's side puzzle.
your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes traveled to minji's half of the screen. she was definitely shooting someone! but somehow whenever minji's character shoots, the health bar on hanni's screen depletes.
realizing what was happening in front of you, you bursted out into laughter, hanni's face full of confusion and focus, minji's blank with a light smile.
"babe you're shooting hanni."
"WHAT THE HELL!"
but by the time you pointed it out it was too late. hanni's character died, marking it a game over.
"sorry about that, pham." minji managed to let out in between laughter. you sat beside her and set the game back to the main menu before resting your left arm around her shoulders.
"yeah.... sure.. i'm gonna take a nap." hanni playfully glared at minji before disappearing into the hallways to enter her shared room. "you lovebirds have fun!"
you let out a sigh of relaxation as you felt your girlfriend's head rest on your chest, your left arm pulling her closer. you heard a hum of satisfaction from minji as you kissed the top of her head before resting your cheek on her.
"you knew you were shooting hanni's character didn't you?"
you didn't hear any response, but a soft chuckle instead, which was more than enough to confirm your theory (that you thought you were crazy for to think of it).
"i love you, you know?" you felt her softly nod a yes before replying with a very soft "i love you too." that almost got drowned out by the game's background music.
"we'll deal with hanni's game progress later. how was work today?"
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sapphic-agent · 11 months
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Let's Talk About the Leaks
[Spoilers for recent leaks, turn around if you don't want to be spoiled]
So I usually don't do this as I don't keep up with the manga other than for research and I only really check in with the anime from time to time, but holy hell I feel like I just woke up in the Twilight Zone.
My fellow antis have been talking about this all morning, so I figured I probably should be too. So. I looked at the leaks...
Bakugou's Quirk There's so much wrong here. Not only because of his awakening (he's had like three at this point), but how he was brought back. Apparently a drop of sweat made it into his bloodstream and restarted his heart. First of all, a small explosion is not the same as a defibrillator. If this was Kaminari's quirk we were talking about, that would have made sense. But an explosion- even a tiny one- has way more of a chance of hurting the heart than restarting it. Second of all, that's not how his quirk works. Bakugou's sweat is only combustive on his palms. It isn't just the glycerin in his sweat, it's a reaction of that with the acid that comes from his palms. No other parts of his body have ever produced explosions because no other parts of his body produce that acid. So it makes no sense that his heart was restarted by his quirk. No amount of work or dedication is enough to change your previously established anatomy. ("Pain" being the answer also makes no sense. His sweat wouldn't seek out an injury and try to correct it, again that isn't how that works)
AFO's vs Bakugou There's no way. There's no way that Bakugou's gonna take down the big-bad of the series. First of all, Bakugou shouldn't even be a match for the Demon Lord. It's been stated multiple times that OFA is the only quirk that can stand a chance against AFO. That's literally the point of passing it down and finding successors and why only a few heroes even know about AFO's existence. No random explosion quirk should be able to match against AFO. Second of all, AFO. Sweetie. Sister. Why are you letting this random kid get your panties in a bunch? Because he looks like someone you had a hate boner for 200 years ago? Not to mention his body is barely being held together. Drive a spike through his heart or some shit and be done with it. It's really not that deep for you to be letting him get under your skin. (All Might literally ripped his face off. There's no way he hates Bakugou more, there's just no way) This match-up is also random as hell. AFO and Bakugou don't have a moral conflict. There's no clashing of ideals or a reason for them to hate one another past AFO likening him to Second. There's nothing driving this fight. Either Izuku or All Might (or both) should be the ones to defeat him. There's no emotion to this fight. Nothing compelling and nothing interesting. It just exists to boost Bakugou as a threat level to AFO and make him more important than he is.
Izuku Izuku girlies stay losing, bro. He's barely had a part in this war. Shigaraki's clearly toying with him and that's the extent of their interaction. No deeper conversations, no indication that Shigaraki even wants to be saved. So his role in "saving Shigaraki" is all for nothing and doesn't contribute to the war at all. It would be different if this was a fight in the making. If Shigaraki and Izuku were set up to have a huge emotional moment in the end. But beyond the mall scene, they've barely had any meaningful interactions. Hell, say what you want about Uraraka wanting to save Toga, but at least they have had more than one interaction. Uraraka is probably the only one who does understand her to a degree. It makes some amount of sense that she wants to save Toga. But Izuku doesn't understand Shigaraki nearly enough to save him. They're supposed to be parallels, but they haven't been built up to be. This interaction is meaningless.
So that's what's going on in the manga right now, take it how you will. There's more I haven't talked about but I generally don't have the energy. If you guys have anything to add please feel free to.
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captainsophiestark · 11 months
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Always Be Prepared
Poe Dameron x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Star Wars
Day 21 Prompt: "Just in case this doesn't work."
Summary: Poe and his SO are supposed to be completing a simple, subtle reconnaissance mission, but a complication might make the 'subtle' part challenging.
Word Count: 1,073
Category: Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"This is... not good."
My boyfriend, Poe Dameron, and I stood shoulder to shoulder, tucked into our hiding spot as we watched First Order troops crawl all over the ship we were supposed to be escaping on. We'd come to this world on an intelligence gathering mission. Unfortunately for us, we apparently hadn't gone completely unnoticed.
Poe shrugged, nudging his shoulder against mine. "I don't know, it could be worse. We could've been in the ship when they swarmed it."
I huffed a laugh. "I guess that's true. So what do we do now?"
"Hmm. Did you see any other ships around here that we could take off with instead?"
"Not unless you count the ships the First Order came in on. And somehow I don't think we're gonna have much luck taking one of those."
"Then we need a distraction. Something big enough to draw them away from our ship, so big that we actually have half a shot at getting past those troopers."
Poe and I hummed in thought, each scanning our surroundings and staring off into space to try to get some inspiration. We'd spent enough time studying maps of this place and actually combing through it in the past few hours that if there was anything to be done, we should've been able to figure it out.
My eyes wandered over the door we'd just come from, leading to the heart of the building, including its power core.
A crazy, stupid, terrible idea hit me like lightning. I turned to Poe and found him staring back, the same spark of insanity I'd fallen in love with glimmering behind his eyes.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, a manic grin growing slowly on his face. I shook my head.
"I kind of hate to say this, but yeah, I think I am."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?"
A better, less dangerous idea, I thought, but didn't say it out loud. Poe and I had done and survived all kinds of crazy things in our time with the Resistance, both together and apart. If we'd made it this far, then odds were good that we'd keep making it. Right?
As one, we turned and headed in the opposite direction from our ship, back into the heart of the facility we'd stolen information from. With the discovery of our ship, security had surely been tightened, but we still made it to our target.
The building's energy core hummed before us like a giant glowing weak point. If someone were to blow it up, they'd certainly cause a distraction worthy of attention from a bunch of First Order stormtroopers.
"You know, I feel like it's concerning that we're so in sync about stuff like this," I said as Poe and I moved around the room, quickly identifying weak points where we could do the most damage with just a few charges.
"I think we should be more concerned about why you bring explosive charges with you every time we go on a mission."
I shrugged. "It's working out for us so far, isn't it? You never know when a fast and easy sabotage method might come in handy in our line of work."
"I... guess I can't argue with that," said Poe with a chuckle. We worked together to place the charges, then I hooked up a remote detonator while Poe watched the door. Once everything was set, I gave him a thumbs up and went to meet him by the door. We ducked and dodged through the ever-increasing security measures, thankfully, finally making it back to our hiding spot in front of our ship.
It seemed like another group or two of storm troopers had made their way over, and I knew it was only a matter of time until they started expanding their search radius. It wouldn't take them long to find Poe and I if we didn't do something soon.
"Alright, should we go for it?" I asked, holding the detonator up in question to Poe. Suddenly, this plan felt a lot riskier than before we'd actually been ready to implement it.
"Hold on, one more thing first."
With that, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard, and after a second's surprise I melted into him, kissing him back just as hard. After a few long, savored moments, Poe pulled away, leaving me a little breathless as I subconsciously trailed after him. He grinned.
"Just in case this doesn't work," he said by way of explanation. I just smiled and shook my head.
"Get ready to run to the ship and go like hell, Flyboy. Once I press this button, it's mostly on you to get us out of here. I'll watch our backs."
Poe winked at me, and I smiled back at him. I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself as best I could, then pushed the button on the detonator.
A moment later, an explosion rocked the building. All the stormtroopers in front of us dropped what they were doing to look up in shock, and as the chain reaction of the explosion continued, they started shouting and rushing towards the building to try to do something. As a result, our ship was left almost completely unguarded.
In perfect sync, Poe and I took off running. I let him get a bit ahead of me, then turned as I ran, ready to shoot at anyone who tried to stop our escape.
Lucky for us, the distraction had worked even better than planned. With a First Order facility literally going up in smoke, even the few people left on the other ships in the yard were too distracted to notice Poe and I taking off until it was basically too late to stop us.
Once we made it to Hyperspace headed back for Resistance HQ, I let myself relax all the way. I put a hand on Poe's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek, then flopped back in my seat to watch the stars streak by.
"Nice work," I sighed. "We should start giving classes on pulling off insane shit like that."
"I hate to break it to you, but we're not out of the woods yet, sweetheart."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"One of us still has to explain the mess we left behind us to General Organa."
"Not it!"
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huntsvillegossip · 10 months
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Hello lovelies,
First off, I’d like to thank everyone who has volunteered to help with the reconstruction efforts in town. It is in times like these that we get to see the town coming together as one and make the best of things. Sadly, it appears that even in the face of tragedy, the reporting never stops—you all have been quite busy sending information my way to sort through. 
We all are very much aware about Miss Josie Reigh’s antics at the last town event, causing the Garcia brothers to come to blows over her, with my sources telling me that the two have just now become on speaking terms again. It must have been quite rough on the oldest considering he’s about to become a father of what I hear is quite the bunch of babies. For a moment, I was convinced that he had knocked two women up, until Miss Reigh very publicly declared who the father of her child actually is. A warning to the masses: if you decide to go home with Mercy Wainwright, you should know that he may be lying about his sterility, if Miss Reigh’s literal slap to the face is to be believed. Thankfully, it seems her new boytoy was able to reign her in. Her taste in men may be questionable, to say the least, but Gabriel Westfall seems harmless enough. At least the baby is going to the lovely Chris and Emma Winters, which is a much more stable home environment, considering how much family they now have to help support them.
Moving on to another frequent flier in our column, Jessica Sinclair has reportedly set her sights on yet another man, repeatedly spotted being quite cozy with Jerico Leeds. However, it seems the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree considering she appears to have more of her parents’ adulterous ways in her than she likes to advertise. We all know that the eyes of young men have a tendency to wander when a pretty face is involved, but I don’t think that Bellaluna Darling will be too happy with how you seem to be trying to place yourself directly in her man’s line of sight. Jessie, sweetie, he may be nice, but you of all people should know better than to try to steal another girl’s boyfriend.
Not to insinuate that the menfolk are the only ones capable of infidelity, which is a lesson that Hunter Hilton seems to have learned the hard way after only weeks of declaring Valeria Moreno as his girlfriend. The two were spotted at the festival holding hands only to end up arguing about her other bedroom partners which, as we have previously reported, are both varied and plentiful. No official news of a breakup has been reported, but he was seen storming off after their dispute which I can only assume means the two just weren’t meant to be. Especially since we do have reports that Miss Moreno has upgraded one of her other conquests to the role of boyfriend. Congratulations to Cain Barlowe for locking down quite the popular young lady.
However, I did have my doubts that Mr. Hilton and Miss Moreno were even an item to begin with. Word on the street is that the actual heartbreak to report is between him and one Guillermo Reyes. Sadly, Mr. Reyes doesn’t seem to have changed much since high school. Allegedly, he’s dating Eagan Connolly, but based on what the crowd saw Mr. Hilton and Mr. Reyes had quite the explosive breakup at the festival. Apparently, the name Liam Jefferson came up more than once, so it looks like Mr. Hilton just can’t move past that rejection. Although I do have to side with him in this instance. If my boyfriend punched me in public, I would also tell him to fuck off and snap at him that we’re done.
Now, if you think that relationship drama is a young person’s game, I would beg to differ on behalf of our older residents. I was volunteering as usual at the resident home and was told about quite the tiff between Claire Forbes and Phoenix Romero-Sawyer. It seems their friendship ended due to the former’s unreturned feelings for the latter. However, I do think we might need to have our residents' eyes checked, because the Romero that Miss Forbes has been seen with as of late is not our fire captain, but our game warden Mallard Romero. Miss Forbes is teaching us a valuable lesson here: if you can’t have the one that you want, you can always settle for someone who looks just like them.
In lighter news, congratulations are in order to Antonio Estrada Jr and Mylene Karimi! It looks like all that was needed for these two to run off into the sunset together was to leave the Commune, and so we wish them the best in their engagement, and that they continue to enjoy their newfound freedom. They sure do look a lot happier than Sandra Quispe. The poor thing seems so stressed despite the new help around the house.
Finally, while things in Huntsville can never go as expected, I’m sure none of us expected to see movie star Joey Albright step into our small town. The man hardly looks a day over 35, and it appears the reason for his arrival is none other than our very own Hope MacGillivray. Let us all celebrate another happy couple enjoying their engagement. Although the two may want to avoid the local police department if they want to stay happy and engaged.
Lovelies, with all the tragedy in our town, it really is great to see so much love going around. Good luck again to all who are helping with reconstruction efforts and try not to give the Reyes Ortega twins too much trouble. They really are doing the best that they can in that family.
Love, Auntie G.
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azikarue · 1 year
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MayBlade 2023 : Day 4 : Sci-Fi
Kenny and Tyson | FFN Rating: K | FFN Link ❖ Tyson was trying not to let what he knew about Kenny’s taste in pop culture sway his decision. It wasn’t easy when the list included Ming-Ming and any piece of media with a talking robot or more than one species of alien.
“Don’t you have any other nerd friends you can ask?” He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around for an out in what he hoped wasn’t an obvious manner. “I’m, uh, kind of busy this weekend.”
And he was. At least, he should probably be training for something. Either Gramps or Hilary would happily tell him for what. Normally he’d be more than willing to skive off, but if the alternative was sitting through a three-hour long sci-fi movie of Kenny’s choosing…
Kenny sighed. “You know I don’t, Tyson.” He carefully set two bowls of noodles down and slid into the booth across from him. It was after the lunch rush and they were the only two in the shop. Tyson knew Kenny had a spreadsheet of their busiest times – offset by season and local events – so it was probably by design. “The other guys are out of town. And, honestly, most of them would be even less interested than you.”
Tyson, Kenny, and the rest of their teammates were all taking a well-deserved break after the last World Championship tournament. Naturally, they scattered to separate corners of the globe to do it. It was a shame; Tyson would have paid to see Kenny drag Kai to one of his geeky movies.
“Max would go,” Tyson said around his first mouthful of noodles. One perk of knowing the owners was that there was always a bowl just how he liked it ready and waiting. Honestly, Kenny probably had Tyson’s visits worked into his spreadsheet, too.
“Yeah, to be nice,” Kenny scoffed, more than likely rolling his eyes under his fringe. It was about time for his mom to start pestering him about a haircut now that the tournament was over and they had some time. “But he’s in New York and the movie comes out this weekend.”
“Why don’t you go by yourself?”
“On opening night?” Kenny asked incredulously. He didn’t seem to notice the noodles slipping from his chopsticks and back into the bowl. “I’ll be the only person there alone. Besides, there’s gonna be a line and it’s no fun waiting by yourself to get in. Not while everyone around you is talking about how excited they are with their friends.”
Tyson wrinkled his nose, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. There wasn’t a lot that sounded less fun than waiting in line for a movie – that he didn’t even want to see in the first place – with a bunch of fanatics. “You’re not doing a great job selling it, Chief.”
“Oh, come on, Tyson! I already ordered the tickets. If we get there early enough, we’ll only really have to wait for concessions. Surely you, of all people, find that worth waiting for.”
Tyson considered him for a moment. He did like theater food.
“Have you asked Hilary?” He’d seen her wait ungodly amounts of time for clothing sales – if they paired her stopwatch with Kenny’s spreadsheets, they’d be unstoppable.
“You know she wouldn’t want to go, Tyson,” Kenny said and stabbed absentmindedly at his bowl, the bulk of his attention fixed on their conversation. “Even if she did, she’d just ask questions through the whole movie.”
“What makes you think I wouldn’t?” Tyson raised an eyebrow at Kenny as he drank the broth from his bowl, halfway hoping that some friend Kenny had forgotten about would come out of the woodwork before he was done. No such luck. “I don’t know any more about Star-Whatever than she does.”
“Yeah, but you’re used to ignoring things you don’t understand,” Kenny pointed out. “It happens to you more often.”
“Gee, thanks Kenny,” Tyson said sarcastically, sliding his dish to the edge of the table.
“I only mean that you’d appreciate the spaceships and explosions for what they are without needing years of backstory summarized!”
Hilary did have a habit of talking through any movie that wasn’t one of her chick flicks. He thought it was funny how the ‘serious lack of communication skills and common sense’ she complained about in his movies didn’t bother her in her romcoms. And, having made the mistake of watching movies out of order with her before, he didn’t blame Kenny for not wanting to go down that road.
“I guess that’s fair,” he admitted with half a grimace.
Kenny gave a hum of acknowledgment and let the conversation die down in favor of finishing his noodles.
Tyson watched him and drummed his fingers on the table to the rhythm of his thoughts.
He knew Kenny’s circle of friends was as small as his was these days. Mostly because they had the same exact circle of friends. And, with the guys out of town, it was just the three of them. Honestly, Kenny was probably by himself a fair bit, too, now that Tyson and Hilary were dating.
On top of that, they were fresh off another Championship win, meaning none of them had done anything more social than training together in weeks. For Kenny, that mostly entailed tuning up beyblades and keeping tabs on the competition so the rest of them were prepared for the worst.
Kenny was a huge part of the reason that Tyson had a shiny, new gold medal hanging up at home. Tyson probably owed him ten movies.
“That settles it, then.” Tyson nodded to himself.
“Uh… settles what?” Kenny looked leery as he stood up and began to clear their empty dishes away. He must have already taken Tyson’s no as his final answer if he was getting ready to go back to work.
“I’ll go see your space movie with you.”
“You will?” Kenny’s voice rose a pitch in excitement as he nearly fumbled the bowls, and Tyson knew he’d made the right choice. “Are you sure?”
“Sure I’m sure!” Tyson slid out of the booth and patted his friend so hard on the back that he almost dropped the bowls for a second time. “Just remember, I’m not a cheap date! We’re making that wait in the concessions line worthwhile.”
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minnierevercez · 1 year
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Hello good people of Tumblr, here is a Bad Batch fanfiction I'm writing ! Hope you like it, Chapter 4 (of 10) is up today, yay !
Patch me up
Hunter x OFC
Current word count : 16,531
Summary : A mission gone wrong gets the Bad Batch in the middle of the Empire's new cloning plot. Hunter has to balance leading his squad through this dangerous quest to save their fellow clones, and dealing with their sarcastic new recruit, whom he isn't quite sure how to interact with.
The Bad Batch had entered a war zone.
Cid's intel, as always, had been faulty, if not outright wrong, and the mission wasn't going according to plan ; to any plan. The facility she'd sent them to was allegedly abandoned ; harsh weather and unfriendly fauna was supposed to have driven the Imperials away soon after their initial arrival. The mission was to scavenge what they might have left behind in their haste to leave and be gone before the local creatures could get a taste.
Hunter's eyes scanned the ground of the planet. Given Cid's track record, he should have expected that the rumors would be wrong ; most likely made up to try and keep prying eyes away from the new military outpost, now that he thought about it. The Empire was still here – and kicking ; facing civilians that were not supposed to be part of the equation either. This wasn't what he signed up for, he decided, contemplating the battle raging below.
“This is not what I signed up for”, Tech calmly remarked as he deftly ducked the fires of a single TIE fighter, making a sharp turn at the last second in the hopes their assailant would hit the rocks he'd just avoided. The scraping sound told them all they needed to know ; the explosion sounded soon after. Fragile little things.
“None of us did”, Echo put in, his gaze following the blazing debris. “We're definitely having a conversation with Cid this time ; I've had enough of her blasted missions.”
The Marauder shook as they flew over the battlefield and Stormtroopers fired their blasters at the shield from the ground. Hunter grabbed the back of Echo's seat to steady himself. He shared the sentiment, but there were more pressing matters.
“We are, but first we need to get out of here in one piece. Tech, pull us up before they can get another TIE in the air, or call in reinforcements. We're going back to hyperspace”, he commanded.
Tech complied, and the ship slowly gained altitude. Omega flew from her seat.
“Hunter, no ! There are people being attacked down there. Innocent people. They'll die if we don't help ! We can't just leave. We have to do something !”
That, he really should have expected. He knelt down in front of her to better look in her eyes, and seized her shoulders, schooling his features in what he hoped conveyed both regret and determination.
“Omega, we weren't prepared for this. If we don't get out now, we'll likely die ourselves. Look out ; they're everywhere. I must think of our safety first ; of your safety. I can't risk it.”
Tears filled her eyes as she did look out the viewport and at the battlfield. “But they don't deserve this...” She murmured, voice trembling.
Hunter looked appealingly at his brothers for support ; he still had a hard time dealing with a distraught Omega. However, no help came ; the team seemed to be pondering her words.
Tech was the first to speak.
“Actually, I don't have a read on any incoming ships. And this facility doesn't seem that heavily guarded, according to my scans.”
Hunter looked at him sharply, his jaw set in anger ; but Echo cut him off before he could speak.
“I don't see any walker, either ; it's only a bunch of Troopers down there. I'd bet the Imps didn't expect a confrontation. It wouldn't take much to overtake them. Maybe even get some intel on what they're doing way out here.”
Omega's eyes were trained on Hunter with growing hope. He closed his, defeated. Trust his brothers to make things difficult.
“Wrecker ? You okay with this ?” he asked resignedly, already knowing his brother's answer.
“Anything for the kid !” the giant roared, raising a fist to the air. “Let's blow the suckers up !”
Well. If that didn't settle it.
Opening his eyes with new determination, Hunter nodded at Omega.
“Alright. But you have to promise to obey any and all order I give. If I tell you not to move, you stay. And if I tell you to leave us and get the hell out of here, you comply. Do you understand ?”
The blond kid's brow furrowed ; as expected, she was not at all thrilled by this idea.
“Omega, do you understand ?” Hunter pressed. She set her jaw, nodded forcefully.
“Let's save them”, she agreed.
So that was the beginning of Chapter 1, feel free to check it out on Ao3 !
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cure-fanventure · 4 months
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==> Backtrack
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Ah, there we go. You are now KITE again.
And with impeccable timing, too: the alarm klaxxon that’s been splitting your eardrums for the last five minutes has finally died down. You’ve been trying to reach your friends, but every time you attempt to contact Fenn or Vera, you get an “ERROR: Subject out of range” message from PesterChum. Which is impossible, because the app doesn’t even have that setting. You’re starting to freak out, and the only person you can seem to reach anymore is Axel Fucking Roseah.
-- deadliestWallflower [DW] began pestering anKing [aK] --
DW: Axel, Are You There?
aK: yeah i’m here. for various values of whatever the fuck “here” is.
DW: What Do You Mean?
aK: i mean that my sat phone should work anywhere on the surface of planet earth
aK: and also about 100 feet below it, with the gpr attachments
aK: but i can’t get it to call anyone.
DW: That Is Incredibly Concerning.
DW: What About Via PesterChum? Can You Reach Vera Or Fenn?
aK: no, not since fenn hung up on me earlier.
DW: Why Did She Do That?
aK: she thought i was fucking with her when i mentioned that you were currently dodging a nuke.
DW: Ah. Well, You Do Have A Tendency To Fuck With Her On A Regular Basis.
aK: well yeah but not about shit like this!
aK: this is way too fucked up, even for me.
DW: Yes, I Suppose An Imminent Nuclear Disaster Would Be A Bit Far For The Son Of The General.
DW: Speaking Of Which, Our Unit’s Alert System Has Just Sounded The All-Clear, So I Believe It Is Safe To Go And Poke Around A Bit.
aK: fair warning, i deployed the cruxtruder in your living room.
DW: You What?! aK: yeah i kind of signed on as your server player so we could get things rolling. I couldn’t contact fenn or vera, so that leaves the two of us to pair up.
aK: kind of weird that it coincided almost immediately with your alarm stopping though.
aK: anyways good luck out there. for real.
-- anKing [aK] ceased pestering deadliestWallflower [DW] --
That might be one of the sweetest things Axel has ever said to you. Which is kind of sad, once you think about it. But you know he means well. Most of the time, anyway.
Opening the blast door to your cellar, you ease your way into the living room, taking note of the large device placed carefully so it’s just barely missing your coffee table. You’ll deal with the Cruxtruder later; for now you want to make sure nothing has been damaged.
You didn’t notice any of the telltale rumbles of an explosion earlier, which means one of two things: either the blast was far enough away on the base that the shockwaves didn’t make it to you with much force, or something else tripped the alert to begin with. Your windows and doors, however, are still covered with their blast shields, meaning that while you’re safe enough indoors, something out there is enough of a threat to maintain automatic quarantine over. The shielding is designed to protect against everything up to and including a direct nuclear strike, and the self-contained water, air, and power systems are all capable of keeping you safe from anything short of antimatter radiation.
You really hope there isn’t any antimatter radiation.
After having waited a few minutes and not being reduced to a puddle of goop, you decide there is not, and continue about your tasks. You spin open the Cruxtruder, and receive another message from the mysterious System Administrator. You consider dumping one of your Pokédolls into the kernelsprite, but think better of it, because you’re not sure you want to face down a bunch of imps and ogres with the powers of a goddamn Darkrai. In the end, you decide to allow the game to select something at random.
The orb flashes through a myriad of random shapes, and eventually comes to a halt on a stylized image of a king cobra. Shit, you think that means they’re going to be venomous imps and ogres now. Well, still better than Darkrai. As you watch the sprite zip off into the aether, you hear a loud thud from the kitchen. Axel has deployed the Alchemiter, and is currently looking for a good spot to put the Totem Lathe.
-- deadliestWallflower [DW] began pestering anKing [aK] --
DW: Well.
DW: Thank You For Not Crushing My Kitchen Table, I Suppose.
DW: But I Think We Are Going To Run Out Of Floor Space Soon.
aK: no worries, check this shit out.
aK: they must have added this option for situations like yours
The Lathe above your head suddenly begins to shrink, scaling down to about a quarter of its original size, whereupon Axel tucks it neatly on the countertop next to your kitchen sink.
DW: Huh. How About That.
aK: clever, right?
aK: the game designers, i mean, obviously
DW: Obviously.
DW: Alright, I’m Going To Get Your Stuff Deployed
DW: And Then We Can Sort Out Entering The Medium Together I Suppose.
-- deadliestWallflower [DW] ceased pestering anKing [aK] --
After getting Axel situated, you return to your living room and give the Cruxtruder’s wheel a spin. A chocolatey brown rod of cruxite pops out of the tube, on top of which is a prepunched captcha card. You scoop this up, and look at the picture. Curiously, it seems to be a pod of some sort. You’re intrigued as to the possibilities, and so you take it directly over to the Lathe, get it spun out, and set it in the Alchemeter’s smaller pad.
A giant… something flies down onto the larger pad, or at least the image of this something. It’s huge, with gossamer wings and a massive, horned head. It squats down, and plops out the pod you saw on the captcha card before flying off into nothingness. Weird.
You approach the pod, and prod at it cautiously, not sure what to make of it, or how to activate it so you can enter the Medium. Upon closer inspection, you can see something wriggling around just below the surface. Taking out one of your knives, you gently slash the pod open at one end, and out squirts a small, indistinct insectoid of some sort. You catch a brief glimpse of two wide appendages on its head before it vanishes, pod and all.
With a loud scrape and a rattling thud, the shields over your doors and windows suddenly retract. While you’re glad that you’re no longer under quarantine, the timing of your release is more than just a little suspicious. You’re almost certain that you’ve now entered the Medium, the actual Medium, and have to be prepared for anything.
And a damn good thing you are, too, because the second you enter the living room, you’re immediately jumped by a black-and-white imp. The thought of Fenn’s favourite panda plushies crosses your mind as your knives cross its skull, and it erupts into a small pile of grist. You clear the room, then reach out to Axel.
-- deadliestWallflower [DW] began pestering anKing [aK] --
DW: Well, That Was A Rousing Success.
DW: I Have Entered The Medium And Slain My First Imp.
DW: It Was An Odd Colour. I Think Fenn Prototyped A Panda Plush.
aK: if so, that means their prototypes are affecting our queens
aK: and perhaps ours are affecting thiers?
aK: what did you prototype anyways?
DW: I Ended Up Using The Randomizer.
DW: It Picked A… Oh Fuck.
aK: what?
DW: A King Cobra. They’re Going To Have Venomous Imps.
aK: ah. shit. well, fenn has first aid training, at least
aK: you kind of have to when you’re living with vera.
DW: This Is True. Hopefully They Will Be Alright.
DW: By The Way, Have You Successfully Entered The Medium?
aK: hell yeah brother! and you are never going to guess what my artefact was.
DW: Do Tell.
aK: well.
aK: i used to be a hero like you
aK: until i took an arrow to the knee!
DW: … GOD
DW: DAMN IT!
-- deadliestWallflower [DW] set her mood to RANCOROUS --
-- deadliestWallflower [DW] ceased pestering anKing [aK] --
-- anKing [aK] began pestering deadlistWallflower [DW] --
aK: suck ittttttt!
-- anKing [aK] blew a raspberry and ran --
Gods but that little shit gets on your nerves sometimes! The fact that even the game caved in to his stupid little meme-fest just makes you want to grab his smug face and kiss him really hard to show him who’s boss and-
Ah fuck this is definitely a blackrom thing now. Son of a bitch. You swiftly alchemize a nice bowler cap so you can doff it and throw it to the ground in frustration. Rumple this headwear, fucknuts!
You sit in your mom’s favourite recliner and fume quietly to yourself as you scroll through the library of alchemical recipes included in CURE. It was very polite of Micro to add in things that might be less common household objects in some places, but they didn’t give you any real weapons or gadgets outright. Looks like you’ll have to alchemize the really out-there stuff by experimentation.
As you look up, you notice some more panda imps have had the audacity to strut on in like they pay rent or something. Cracking your neck, you heft your trusty knives and begin the long task of collecting grist, namely by collecting imp heads.
You wonder how Vera is holding up.
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We were told not to make Harley-Davidson motorcycles and we cannot listen to that kind of demand and we begin to make our own Bikes and it was not well liked by the max and we did it at only a few locations as and they came by several times to tell us not to continue to make the bike. And they were coming by in groups of around 500 Harleys saying not to they drive by the factory on the road as you know it's only 50 ft away and then say don't make us come back and stuff like that so we went ahead and kept making the bike it sets me to close the road off and we heard these noises and look out there and they're trying to remove the barriers and with explosives so we thought wow what what a bunch of assholes. And our son is correct we don't put up with it it is not what you see here cuz he's surrounded by millions of you. Answer out there as they were out there trying to blow up the barrier we had a helicopter flying over and they weren't stopping so we sent out a drone and they look pretty fierce in there half the size of the chopper as we said so the sister you'll be fire upon. And we said no thanks and they're trying to set another charge the drone open fired and got rid of about 700 idiots in their bikes and all on fire and we heard back on the radio they said that was nice and they said we're going to send more so they come down the road there around 20 mi away and we pulled a few off yeah 15 mi away I told him to turn around they refused and they're fired upon. Put a thousands of them bikers died and they couldn't do it like 10 times finally 11th time it's for the bikers and they approach to the proof it was a 20,000
And this happens at a Harley-Davidson plant that we reopened and it's still open and the empire stopped to bothering us and we shift the motorcycles out and they try to buy them all. They say they're using it for motivation and we grabbed the ones trying to take the bikes and we go after their buddies and we use it for Intel and the hour producing Harley-Davidsons we take over the factories and then too good for many other things so there are several of these plants in our areas and we're producing a bunch but not that many there's so many orders out there it's not even right so we're sending them to where they used to go from there and there's a fight with the max they're figuring out the code, that is the people are picking out with the max are saying all over the place and going after them and taking them and taking their bikes and the warlock are getting clobbered and people are taking them both down they're both huge assholes they really are they don't care about their acts and what they say kids religious idiot kids and they're getting beaten to hell pretty bad right now we're opening up three more how did Davidson factories Trump is saying I know where they are and dumb stuff like that right now we own probably only 15% of the company by factory and that's really what it is. That's after acquiring these three factories we have several more to go it's still going to be about 25% but today is production we would be about 50% of the company at 25% of the factories cuz they're not making them that many and we'll see how it goes we might just add factories cuz you're a pain in the ass and yeah we have a little battle with him and we'll see they just got toasted they tried riding the older bikes and we grabbed a few and pulled them off and we're forced to hit the others now there's a huge number of them wanting to go out there we noted we were shying away from it and we should not and we are going to do this and pull them in. We are entertaining making the changes but that will highlight who and where we are right away we might make a new motor for sale and we have to sell it as Harley-Davidson and not really and s&s motors is still building and they're still pretty big. So we're going to have to open it up his factory and we'll begin motor production and we'll be able to produce more Harley-Davidsons later
We're going to do this and by the way we're watching you try and make these Vaydor cars and you're terrible and weeklings. And we hear you being laughed at and he's said he tried to push you along and you don't seem to be doing it even the Chrysler guy said it's done real bad he couldn't see stuff it was terrible. There's a bunch of people who went by and looked like Max laughing at him and the max are coming by too he was horrified but there are three manufacturers and they're warlock and they're trying to build them and they have the footage in the film they sent it to a bunch of people and it's out now and it went to a foreigners and they're going to try and do it for information. He says he has to get big cuz he's going to get out of here and she's huge
Thor Freya
Olympus
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You taught me this egotarian stuff so he's paying for it
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rubywithin · 11 months
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Atelier Frixi Opening
Okay so I add this item...-drip- then stir, not too fast though and just a couple times. Then I add this pieces of grass.....then pour in some of this liquid....not too much at once! Then back to stirring....okay Frixi don't mess it up -knock, knock- (Frixi) "Oh come in". It was Nina ugh hope she doesn't want to drag me on some new adventure. (Nina) "Hey um Frixi wanna go fight some monsters?" (Frixi) "I um am busy alchemizing.....-BOOM-. Aw man....I got distracted and forgot to carefully stir till the item was done. (Frixi) "-Sigh- I guess I can come now since I just wasted a bunch of ingredients!". (Nina) "Shouldn't you clean the place first?" (Frixi) "It will be fine" I took a couple of my finished items. I wasn't very good at fighting but I knew how to make a few offense based items. The two of us walked outside of town and into some nearby woods, it was very quiet. (Nina) "Watch out Frixi some monsters try to lure you into a false sense of security!" I felt nervous......then I noticed they were all just asleep!
(Frixi) "Hey um they are just asleep so wanna attack them now" she gave me an angry glance. (Nina) "Of course not....attacking a defenceless opponent would be cowardly!" (Frixi) "Nina they are monsters they would happily attack us if we were defenceless!". She frowned.....(Nina) "Yeah but I need combat experience....a sleeping opponent wouldn't help". Hmm that gave me an idea what if we woke one up, (Frixi) "How about we do this Nina...". She agreed to the plan, I set off a bomb to see if the explosion would wake them up. -BOOM-....no they are still asleep but how....-ROAR-. -Gulp- what was that? I turned around and saw a bigger monster and it was charging at us, (Nina) "Frixi get behind me" she charged at it but it sent her flying back. I rummaged through my bag....I didn't have time to throw another bomb. -Thump- n...no way the monster fell down in front of me it had an arrow in it!
(???) "Are you okay?" I heard the voice from above and saw some guy in a tree! (Frixi) "Yeah thank you so much for saving us from that monster..." he looked disappointed. (???) "Next time don't do something so reckless, hmm do you know where I can find Firsport". (Frixi) "Oh yeah just take that exit and head left when you get out and you should find a sign and the path into the port". He thanked me and left.....I gave Nina some medicine...."Nina are you okay?" (Nina) "Y..yeah ugh I still need a lot more training". I filled her in on what happened and how lucky we were to of survived, if it wasn't for that archer guy. (Nina) "I don't know about that...I think someone used some sort of sleeping powder on the monsters here". (Frixi) "Oh yeah there is still some remains...think it was that guy?" She nodded and clenched her fist. (Nina) "I bet he purposely was trying to bring out that monster....anyone could of gotten hurt by his plan!" I guess she was right but he did save us.
We made our way back to town but along the way we bumped into a group of men who were heading towards the forest. I was curious about them but needed to get home in case my brother was there. I went back into my room and he was there cleaning. (Frixi) "Um Lloyd I'm sorry it happened again" he let out a big sigh. (Lloyd) "I agreed to let you set up this workshop if you could get used to alchemising. But you keeping making a mess". (Frixi) "I know it's just Nina asked me.." he stopped me, (Lloyd) "If you want to get better you need to tune out distractions. I'am not saying this to hurt you it's just skills like your need to be tuned!" (Frixi) "Yeah like you and blacksmithing" we both laughed and shared some memories about his early projects. I helped him finish up the cleaning and we ate dinner before going to bed!
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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years
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HI!! I'm a big fan of your writing! Can I request Jealous! Shinobu with a Fem! Reader who was offered followers by a coworker! thank you!
Networking
Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader Modern AU
A/N: Hi! I don’t really know what kind of scenario would lead to offering someone followers so I did my best! I’m not a very social person I don’t know these things Reading this back, I think you must have meant a coworker of the reader but I had made it Shinobu’s coworker instead, oops! Tengen’s is getting all up in Shinobu’s business this week lol. Word Count: 958
Shinobu watched attentively from where she sat in the booth filled with her coworkers as (Y/n) sang her set for the company New Years party. She had been so excited for her when (Y/n) had told her she had been considered for one of the musical acts for the high end party. She was so talented and Shinobu was glad that her girlfriend was finally getting the recognition she deserved.
As the notes of the final song faded out, Shinobu preened on (Y/n)’s behalf, soaking in all the praises and applause sounding throughout the large ballroom turned nightclub.
Shinobu waited for (Y/n) to meet up with her at the booth while she conversed and drank with Mitsuri, Kyoujirou and Giyuu from her department and got lost for awhile talking about meetings and conferences coming up over the next few months.
When the next musicians appeared for their turn on stage, there was a lull in the conversation and Shinobu realized that a considerable amount of time had passed since (Y/n) had gone backstage. Midnight was only about fifteen minutes away and they had promised to meet up to start the New Year off with a kiss. Concerned, Shinobu looked out into the sea of people and did not like what she saw.
Tengen from the social media team had caught (Y/n) in the opposite corner of the room. Shinobu quickly excused herself from the table. She knew Tengen already had three girlfriends but she wouldn’t put it past him to try for a fourth.
She wasn’t worried (Y/n) would leave her, no. That wasn’t a concern. She just didn’t like when people like Tengen felt entitled to someone who was clearly not a available. Especially when it cut into time she could be spending with her girlfriend.
Shinobu marched across the dance floor and the waiters handing out drinks. Her arms wrapped around (Y/n)’s waist, startling her before she sunk back into Shinobu’s embrace.
“What are you doing over here?” Shinobu asked (Y/n) with a smile, pointedly ignoring Tengen.
“I was just asking about possibly collaborating together,” Tengen answered instead, making Shinobu’s smile sour, “You’ve got yourself a flashy girl, Kochou. The social team is trying to get a new ad campaign going and we’re looking for talent to sponsor. I think (Y/n) here would be a good fit.” He grinned, putting a hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder.
“Is that so?” Shinobu pulled (Y/n) away from Tengen’s touch, though he didn’t seem to think anything of it.
“Yeah, I was just telling (Y/n) how beneficial this would be for her career. Just the rumors of partnering up with us would bring her a bunch of new followers.” Tengen stepped closer to (Y/n) again almost trying to box Shinobu out with his stupidly large muscles, “Speaking of, what are the socials you use? I’d love to be the first of the explosion of popularity you’re about to witness. We should probably exchange numbers too.”
“I don’t know. It seems like a lot to commit to on such short notice.” (Y/n) was rather overwhelmed by the prospect. Just getting invited to sing at this party was a big step for her, now they were talking sponsorship deals?
“Hey, you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m not leader of the social team for nothing. I’ll take good care of you, I promise” Tengen grinned confidently, holding his hand out and waving his fingers expectantly, “A lot of people would kill to have my services, you know.”
“Uh—“
Shinobu pushed Tengen’s hand away and moved to stand in front of (Y/n) blocking Tengen’s view of her, but the man looked more amused than off put by the gesture.
“If (Y/n) decides she wants to take you up on your offer, you’ll hear it from me at work, got it? Now if you’ll excuse us, we have plans elsewhere.”
Shinobu began walking away with a hand curled around (Y/n)’s bicep, not at all listening to Tengen as he called after them.
“I’ll be bugging you on Monday then, Kochou!” His laugh steadily drowned into the music the further away they got.
“Where are we going?” (Y/n) giggled at Shinobu’s insistence as her girlfriend pulled her out of the room and down the hall, out into the cold night air, slushy snow squishing beneath their feet.
Shinobu led (Y/n) into a nearby alley and walked in far enough to not be immediately noticeable from the sidewalk.
“I just wanted to have you to myself for a few minutes. Is that so wrong? You’ve been busy preparing for your set all day. I missed you. You were really good by the way.”
“I missed you too, but I’m not sure that is what this is about.” (Y/n) smiled knowingly.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Shinobu said, feigning ignorance.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Sure you don’t. You were totally jealous.”
“I was not.” She denied.
“You were too.”
“Nope.”
“Fine, fine,” (Y/n) let it go knowing Shinobu could play this game for hours, “can we go back inside? It’s freezing out here.”
“In a minute, it’s almost midnight and I don’t want any more interruptions getting in the way of my New Year’s kiss.”
Muffled cheers sounded from the party inside as the clock struck midnight. Shinobu’s back hit the brick wall and she pulled her girlfriend to her. When they broke apart to breathe, wisps of hot air escaped their lips and wafted up into the street light lit sky and dissipated like stratus clouds.
“Happy New Year.” (Y/n), pecked Shinobu’s lips again quickly, still a little out of breath.
“Happy New Year.” Shinobu echoed distractedly, leaning heavily against the cold bricks. Then she pulled her girlfriend back in for another bruising kiss.
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phantomrose96 · 3 years
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Joyrider
(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)
...
The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.
It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.
Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.
So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.
“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”
“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”
Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.
“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”
The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.
“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”
Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—
A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.
Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.
“Get off me!”
And a voice answered from behind him.
“I can help with that.”
Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.
The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.
“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”
The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.
“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”
“Hey,” Danny answered.
“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”
The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”
Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.
“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”
“On it,” Tucker, from behind.
“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.
Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”
“Lay her down, maybe?”
“Good idea.”
Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.
“Danny!”
“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”
“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.
“What?” Danny asked.
“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”
“Loose?”
“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”
Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.
“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”
Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.
Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.
Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.
“Danny, she’s not breathing.”
The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.
Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.
A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.
“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”
“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.
“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”
“Why were you possessing that girl?”
“Hmm?”
“Why were you possessing her?”
The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”
“A joyr—she was dead.”
Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”
Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”
“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”
“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”
“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”
“Doing what?”
“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”
An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.
“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”
Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”
“The. Dead. Body.”
And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”
“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”
Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”
A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”
Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”
Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”
Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”
An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.
“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”
And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.
“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”
“I didn’t die.”
“Then what did happen?”
“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”
“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”
Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”
“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”
“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”
Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”
“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”
“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”
“Go.”
“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”
“Go.”
“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”
A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.
“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”
Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.
“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”
Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.
“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”
Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”
“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.
Danny only stared.
Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”
Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.
What might happen when it hit him?
Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?
Would it do something else?
Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?
Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to try it out?”
Danny stood.
Danny stared.
Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.
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Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]
Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.
Canon World – until 15k
What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.
Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)
Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.
And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.
be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.
Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?
Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.
Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?
Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.
Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.
Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?
Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.
Canon World – 15k++
Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.
The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.
Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.
briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.
"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”
and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.
Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.
in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?
Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.
Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.
objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.
catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.
Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.
Canon World – Jealous! 
Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?
Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.
Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.
Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.
Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.
How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.
What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.
Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.
His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.
Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.
Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong
how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.
Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.
What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.
Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.
we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited
Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?) 
Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?
We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.
Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)
safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.
Alternative Universe – No Quirks
Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.
Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”
Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.
Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.
Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.
Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.
Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.
Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.
Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.
sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.
Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.
97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.
Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors. 
I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.
Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku
A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.
Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)
In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations
While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.
Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.
Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.
Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe
Alternative Universe – Quirks
Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.
A/B/O – Secret! Baby
Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.
Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)
A/B/O – Quirks
Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants
Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”
Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.
Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)
i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.
Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.
As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)
A/B/O – No Quirks
Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)
Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.
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Void - Part 7 (M)
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Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut
Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)
Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.
Word Count: 10.9k
Part 7 / ?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol masturbation, voyeurism, more non-monogamy
The men at the table stare at you, dumb-founded. Jungkook’s mouth hangs open. Hoseok hides his mouth behind his hand; his eyes are wide with shock. Jimin spins around, trying to gauge the others’ reactions. Namjoon leans back in his chair, face unreadable, his chin resting on his hand as he looks from you to your powerpoint. Jin laughs uncomfortably then clears his throat and silence falls again.
Yoongi speaks first. “You put sources on your powerpoint about how we should all start fucking?”  
“It’s important to cite your sources,” you mutter, shuffling your feet.
Taehyung sits up straighter on his cot. “Are you saying we should start fucking you or each other?”
“Well, the bonobos do both. They are fully bisexual. Almost all aggressive contests are settled by sex. Even when two males squabble over a female, they often resolve it by rubbing their genitals together.”
“What?” Hoseok injects. “You want us to start rubbing our genitals together?” His cheeks blush.
“No, no, no.” You shake your head. “I meant you all should have sex with me.” Your own cheeks heat up as you say it. “I can’t control what you do with other people. In an ideal world, it would be both. But it seemed best to start with me.”
Jungkook mouths the words “start with” to himself, still staring at the table.
“But like, how would that work logistically?” Taehyung asks.
“Well, there are seven of you, so that could be like one per day. Take a week off for my period.”
Jimin splutters, whirling to face Yoongi. “Did you put her up to this?”
Yoongi shakes his head, frowning.
“No one put me up to this!” you argue. “This is what I think is best for the mission.”
An explosion of opinions pours out of all the men at once. Hoseok is swearing under his breath. Taehyung is trying to get Jimin’s attention, but Jimin is arguing with Yoongi. Jungkook wants to know how you decide who goes first. Jin says something to Namjoon that you can’t hear.
“So, um…” You struggle to regain command of the room over the chatter. “My period starts tomorrow, so take a few days to think about it.”
“Officer.” Namjoon’s deep voice cuts over everyone else and the conversation at the table ceases. “You and I need to speak privately. Now.”
The commander stands up from the table and gestures toward the door. The rest of the crew looks back and forth between the two of you wearing expressions of shock and confusion.
You avoid their gazes as you follow Namjoon’s direction out into the hallway. He steps out after you, closing the door behind him. A flurry of chatter resumes after the door shuts, but it’s too muffled to hear what the rest of the crew are saying. You and Namjoon stare at each other.
“So…” you say, shifting your weight between your feet.
“Let’s talk in my office,” he says, squeezing past you and moving in the direction of the sleep pods.
You examine him from behind as you follow him to his office, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. Are his shoulders tense? Is he angry with you? Are you about to be scolded?
His office is also his bedroom. And you did just offer to fuck him, no strings attached. But of all your crew, Namjoon is the one that you have the most strictly professional relationship with. His walls are almost as impenetrable as yours. But he is a man, right? And men like sex, right? It would have been more awkward to not include him. This wasn’t about personal feelings. It was about the mission. And you were all in the mission together.
________
Sweat pools at the base of your spine under the hot studio lights. A reporter drums her long red nails on her clipboard as the sound technician adjusts the microphones between interviews.
Press junkets are your least favorite part of the job, made all the worse by your mission director insisting you all dress in full launch gear, despite the launch still being two weeks away.
“This is the last one.” Namjoon turns around from his front and center seat to whisper to the rest of the crew.
Yoongi groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “Why do we have so many of them when they all ask the same questions?”
The eight of you have been trapped in this room all day as a parade of different reporters trail in and ask the same inane questions.
This new reporter opens with a softball. “How’s the food?”
“Good!” Namjoon patiently answers this question for the third time today. “The ICSE has recruited the top food scientists to figure out which foods hold their flavor and nutrition best in long term storage. And our chief botanist here is going to keep us well stocked with fruits and vegetables. Right, officer?” He gestures for you to chime in.
“Yup!” You are grateful to Namjoon for pitching you a question that isn’t about you being the only woman in a crew full of men. You’ve already had to explain how periods in space work twice today (short answer: pretty much the same way they work on Earth). “We have lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, peas, bean, soy, carrots, cabbage, chilis, potatoes, lemons, oranges and strawberries, plus a bunch of fresh herbs. They even found a way for us to grow mushrooms out of our culinary compost.”
The reporter makes a disgusted face at the idea of compost mushrooms and pivots to a new line of questioning. “What will you miss most about home?”
“Why don’t we go around the group?” Namjoon prompts. Even your commander seems to be fading in enthusiasm by this point. “I’m going to miss long walks in the fresh air, and my family, of course.”
Most of the crew answers with some variation of friends and family. Yoongi will miss his brother’s cooking. Taehyung will miss his dog who is going to live with his parents. Jungkook will miss long showers and his mom.
“What’s one personal item you’re taking with you?” she asks.
Namjoon is bringing a Chinese elm bonsai tree that he calls his tiny friend. Hoseok is bringing a stuffed Earth plushie given to him by his niece. Jin is bringing vodka.
The reporter narrows her eyes at the mention of alcohol and leans forward. “So what do you do if you feel a crew member’s judgement has been compromised?”
“We have protocols in place,” Namjoon answers. “Tests of cognitive impairment and such. We’re also coached in what we call “expeditionary behaviors” which are key to maintaining peace and cooperation on board.
Yoongi chimes in. “The key to solving all disputes is our ability to be honest with each other. When there is a problem, we sit down as a group and discuss it.”
“Our readers are saying what a tragedy it is that we are shipping seven of our most eligible bachelors off to space for a decade.” She laughs. “Any broken hearts being left here on Earth?”
“Oh!” Namjoon draws back and looks unsuredly at the rest of the group. This was not a question he was expecting to be asked today. “Umm…” he laughs nervously.
“My mom is devastated!” Jin cracks from the back row and the rest of the crew laughs in relief.
But the reporter doesn’t want to let go of this idea so quickly, so she turns to you. “Well, you must certainly enjoy having such handsome crew members.”
“Uh…” To your complete mortification, you actually blush in response. You clench your fist to try to get a grip. To your right, Hoseok’s hand flinches, as if he can feel the need to hold you back. “I’m going on this mission to find life on other planets.” You grit your teeth. “My only interest in my crew is whether or not they do their jobs.”
The woman shakes her head, laughing. “Doesn’t hurt that they look good doing it.”
_______
Namjoon opens the door to his office and gestures for you to enter. The number of papers on his desk seems to have multiplied, which theoretically shouldn’t be possible.
“I’m going to say three words to you,” Namjoon says as he closes the door behind him. “And then I need you to repeat them back to me: banana, river, finger.”
“Namjoon,” you cross your arms. “I’m not cognitively impaired right now.”
He mirrors your closed stance. “Please repeat the words.”
You sigh. “Banana, river, finger.”
He pulls a piece of paper from his desk and wipes it clean, before handing it to you, along with a pen. “I need you to draw a clock face.”
“Seriously?”
“Set it to quarter past eight.”
“This isn’t necessary, commander,” you grumble as you take the pen and paper, drawing a rudimentary clock face and setting the hands to 8:15. “See?” You hand the paper back to him and he inspects it.
He nods, rubbing his chin. “Repeat the three words again.”
“Banana, river, finger.” You put your hands on your hips. “You think my judgement is compromised?”
Namjoon sighs. “Everything seems to be in order. You must admit, your behavior recently has been uncharacteristic to say the least. Are you sure everything is okay?”
“Well, no, everything is not okay, that’s why I’m doing this.”
He leans against his desk, looking you up and down. “I fail to see how fraternizing with the entire crew will improve things.”
The back of your neck heats up in embarrassment, but you press on. You need the commander to be onboard with your plan.
“You admit we have a morale problem, right?”
He nods. “Hard to suggest otherwise. What with all the recent events.”
“Okay, so I was going through the principles of expeditionary behavior last night as I figured out what to do. Principle One:  Communication - talk so you are clearly understood, talk about intentions before taking action, share information freely.”
“I know the principles.” Namjoon interrupts.
“But don’t you see? That’s why I had to call the meeting. Why I had to get everything out in the open, share information freely.”
“That explains why you needed to inform the crew of your relationship with Jimin. It doesn’t explain why you think it would be good to involve everyone.”
“Principle Two: Self-care - manage psychological and physiological health, balance work, rest, and personal time, be proactive to stay healthy and mitigate stress.”
Namjoon arches an eyebrow. “A lack of sex doesn’t damage your health.”
“With all due respect commander, I think it does.”
“There are outlets to relieve sexual urges other than exploiting our only female crew member.”
“Well, they were all trading porn with each other. That’s how this whole thing started.” Namjoon purses his lips in thought. That seems to be new information to your commander. You continue your argument. “Principle Three: Team-care - monitor team for signs of stress and fatigue - which we have a multitude of, cooperate rather than compete, encourage participation in team activities.”
“Are you considering this a team activity?”
“Well, yes. Like the bonobos do.”
Namjoon shakes his head. “Let me speak so I am clearly understood. I can’t prevent you or the rest of the crew from doing what you want to do with your personal time. But I can’t participate in it either. I’m the commanding officer on this ship. It’s inappropriate. We can’t have an equitable relationship.”
“That’s why it’s not a relationship though, it’s just sex. And if everyone involved is consenting...”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Let’s be honest about intent for a minute. Is that really what you want? You want all seven of us?”
“Umm…” Your stomach churns as you are unable to admit that, yes, that is what you want. “I think it’s best for the mission.”
“Part of principle three is to volunteer for unpleasant tasks if they benefit the team. Are you sure that’s not what you’re doing right now, officer?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Though embarrassing to admit, boning your attractive colleagues is not an unpleasant task in the slightest.
“You should also consider the fact that whatever forms do get signed will have to be sent back to mission control. And may get out to the press.”
“I thought HR decisions were confidential.”
“Juicy stories have a tendency to find their way out. Especially when they distract from failed missions that added years on to our trip.”
“I understand, commander. Information must be shared freely. I still think this plan is necessary if we’re going to complete this mission successfully.”
“Okay.” Namjoon sighs, dropping his hands to his sides. “It would seem there is no talking you out of it.”
“No, sir. I intend to implement with full commitment.”
The two of you stare at each other for a minute. An immovable object and an unstoppable force.
“So… should I go?”
“Yes, you’re dismissed.”
________
After the press junket is mercifully over, Hoseok catches you in the hallway.
“Hey, you coming to Tae and Jimin’s quarantine party tonight?” Tonight is the last night you all are allowed to see other people before you enter your two-week quarantine prior to launch. “Seems like you could use a drink.”
“I don’t know,”  you sigh, leaning against the wall.
“What’s on your mind?” He leans next to you.
“That last reporter, she got in my head.” You rub your forehead.
Hoseok rubs the back of his neck. His jawline tenses as he mulls over what to say.
Hoseok is so handsome. And smart. And newly single. He broke up with his girlfriend a couple of weeks ago before signing the final mission papers. And now he was going to be the one of only seven people in your whole world.
In another life, you would want to date him. You’d be dying to go to a party with him and plot how to get him alone for part of the evening. In another life, you would have fallen in love with him. But in this life, he’d been dating someone else for the whole time you’ve known him. And you have a mission.
What’s most grating is that the gossip columnist isn’t wrong. You’d be hard pressed to find a better set of men anywhere on Earth than the seven you were leaving with. They were all attractive, smart, kind, disciplined, athletic young men. It would be much easier to be entirely professional if you had a crew of balding middle-aged men.
“Do you think it's a mistake? Me going on this mission?” you finally ask.
“What?” Hoseok gasps. “No! Why would you think that?”
“The mission director said it was supposed to be only men. That mixed gender crews are too complicated.”
“Have we ever done anything to make you feel like we don’t view you as a professional?”
“No, no, of course not.” Other than being ridiculously good-looking.
Hoseok’s fingers twiddle nervously. “And we won’t. We’re a team. You’re our colleague. This mission is so much bigger than any one of us. And you’re the best candidate for this position.”
“I’m the only candidate.”
Hoseok smiles. “Well, that’s exactly my point. We’d be lost without our biologist. Besides, you were better than all the male candidates even before they dropped out.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Oh yes, I do. Are you forgetting how badly you kicked my ass all over organic chemistry? And I was the chem major! It was such a disgrace.” You both laugh.
You smile at the memory: early morning study sessions, Hoseok bringing you coffee in exchange for your homework help.
“Come on,” he insists. “I know you. You can’t not go. You’re going to be the first woman on Europa. It’s been your destiny since college. Don’t you want to see it with us?”
Yes, you wanted to see it so badly. You picture the two of you looking out over the icy surface together.
“Come tonight.” Hoseok insists. “It’ll be fine, you’ll see. We won’t mess this up for you.”
“Thank you, Hoseok.”
_______
You leave Namjoon’s bedroom and climb into your own sleep pod, the question of what mission control or the press know about what’s happening on this ship weighing on your mind.
Unfortunately, googling it for yourself won’t work. It takes between 10 and 20 minutes for a single signal to get from your ship to Earth, depending on exactly where you both are in your orbits. Then it takes another 10-20 minutes to return. Usually if you wanted to research something, you’d submit a formal request to your research assistants back on Earth,  who would gather a collection of relevant documents for you and send you a bundle of them all at once. But asking your research assistants to assemble a dossier on your rumored sex life was out of the question. You need someone you can trust.
You pull out your laptop and compose the following email.
Hi Dianna,
How are you doing? I’m sorry I’ve been slow to respond to your messages lately, things have been a bit messy out here. I was wondering if I could ask you a favor. Are there rumors about my personal life going around the ICSE? Or in the press? I was wondering if you’d be willing to run a quick google search and let me know what you find.
Thank you! I hope you and Melissa are doing well.
Dianna should have been on this mission with you. You wish you could talk to her in person. You’ll have to send her a video message when you have more time. But you are interrupted in your thoughts by a knock on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Jimin.”
You hit send on the email and open the door.
“Can we talk?” he asks.
You nod and stand to one side to allow him into your pod.
He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “So I’m confused.” He runs a hand through his hair as he steps into the pod. “Last night you were mad at me for suggesting you date Taehyung. You said you wouldn’t be passed around between crew members. But now you want to have sex with the entire crew?”
“I’m not being passed around. This is my plan. I’m in control.”
He shakes his head. “The end results seem to be the same though. I don’t understand.”
“This way we don’t have to pretend this is something it’s not. It can just be sex, just release. We don’t have to pretend it means anything more than that.”
“But it means something to me.” Jimin frowns. “I have feelings for you.”
You sigh. “They’re not real though. It’s hormones and boredom. It’s just because I’m the only woman here.”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes it is! You didn’t feel this way about me on Earth, right?”
Jimin stammers for a minute. “People can change. Relationships can change.”
“Jungkook and Taehyung didn’t have feelings for me on Earth either and now that they’ve seen me naked they’re suddenly 'in love' with me. That’s not real. That’s just biology. We’re just apes in space with too much time on our hands.”
“Jungkook’s in love with you too?”
“I don’t know. He thinks he is.”
Jimin frowns, but seems less sure of himself. “Is this because I suggested sharing? Cause that was a dumb idea and I take it back.”
“No! You were right. It’s what’s best for the mission.”
“So what? It’s like this or nothing? I have to share you to have any of you?”
You don’t answer him. Currently, no one else has actually signed, so Jimin might get you all to himself anyways.
“Am I… am I not enough?” Jimin asks. “I can be more. I can do better. I can do whatever Yoongi does that you like so much.”
“This isn’t about Yoongi. It’s about the mission.”
“You said you liked me. You said you wanted to be with me. Was that just about the mission?”
“It’s not about what I want.”
“Yeah, yeah… it's about the mission.”  
He turns to go, but you catch his hand in yours. His thumb rubs across the back of your hand. All the men are just as touch-starved as you are. It’s probably unfair that you are playing to that now.
You see an idea flash across his face right before he scoops you up into his arms, kissing you passionately. “I’m going to show you,” he whispers between kisses. “I’m going to show it's real. I’m going to be what you need. My feelings are real.”
Then he places you back down and leaves. You lean against the door breathless.
________
Mistake number one: You should not have challenged Jin to beer pong.
Mistake number two: You should not have said goodbye to your parents and dog right before going to a party full of strangers and booze.
Mistake number three: You should not have gone to find Hoseok when you are this drunk and he smells that good.
You collapse onto the couch beside Hoseok, too tired to stand up anymore. Hoseok smiles to see you, face flushed red.
“Hoseok,” you whisper, even though he’s already looking at you. “Hoseok, I have something important to tell you.”
He leans in closer. “Yeah?”
“Europa’s oceans are ninety-six kilometers deep.”
He laughs. “Of course, I know that! I wrote my graduate thesis on Europa’s oceans!”
“Yeah, but like…” You wave your hand. “That’s like soooo deep. Like not intuitive, you know? Like that’s ten times deeper than any ocean on Earth. I can’t even conceive of how deep our oceans are, let alone Europa’s.”
You scoot closer to him on the couch. “That’s like…” You pull out your phone to do some basic math. “That’s like 120 Burj Khalifas!!”
Hoseok nods. “Yes… It is super deep.”
“Stacked on top of each other!” You slap your knee in emphasis.
“Yes, I know!” He laughs again.
You sigh. “Can I tell you a secret?” You lean in closer and put a hand on his thigh. He leans in too. “There just has to be life down there. I know there has to be.”
“I hope so.” He rests his hand on yours.
“We’re going to find it together, you and I.” You grab his hand and squeeze it.
Hoseok looks down at your joined hands and you worry that maybe you’ve gone too far. Maybe tomorrow this will be an awkward and embarrassing moment. But right now it feels nice. His hand is warm. You wonder if it would be too much to lean your head on his shoulder.
But then Hoseok’s phone buzzes in his lap. His ex-girlfriend’s name flashes across the screen and you drop his hand.
“Sorry,” he mutters, getting up off the couch. “I should take this.” He leaves and the couch next you is colder.
“Hey!” Jin stumbles over to your seating area. “Have any of you guys seen Namjoon?”
“I think he went to meet that girl he won’t tell us about,” Yoongi answers from a chair a few feet away. When did Yoongi get here?
“So everyone is getting laid tonight, huh?” Jin laughs.
“Not everyone,” Yoongi mutters, nursing his beer.
“Don’t be such a grump, Yoongi. It’s basically our last night on Earth! Take advantage!” Jin laughs before wandering back into the crowd.
“I’m not getting laid tonight either!” You yell across the room at Yoongi. More direct than you would be when sober.
He cracks the first smile you’ve seen from him in days, raising his beer into the air in a little clinking motion. You do the same with your plastic cup full of what Jimin had described as “Tae’s jungle juice”. It was red and smelled like tequila.
“Why aren’t you getting laid?” you ask, taking a swig of the juice for courage.
“Got dumped, not really over it yet,” he answers matter-of-factly. “What about you?”
You shrug. “The only men here are about to be my only companions for the next twelve years. Seems like a bad plan to fuck them.”
Yoongi laughs. “Suppose so.”
“Well, don’t you worry. If that reporter is right, we’ll all be having space orgies in a month anyways.”
Yoongi chokes on his beer. “Shit.” Beer dribbles down his chin as he laughs. “I think we need to find you some ice water and a cab.”
“Probably a good plan,” you mutter as you lie down on the couch and close your eyes.
________
When you wake up in the morning, there are still no signed HR forms in your messages. Had you been a fool to think any of them were interested? How much time does it take to decide such a thing? Perhaps by putting the idea out there explicitly, it had lost all of its taboo appeal.
There are two other things waiting for you to notice though: your period and a calendar reminder that today is chili pepper pollinating day. After dealing with the first of those problems in the bathroom, you head for the lab to find Hoseok.
You find the science officer in the lab as always, sitting with his knee tucked up against his chest.
“Hey, um…” You shuffle your feet. Want to fuck me? No wait…
He blinks at you, bleary-eyed.
“Oh, you don’t look good. Were you here all night?” you ask.
“Um, was I? Yeah. I suppose. Lost track of time.” He rubs his eyes, before looking you up and down, then casting his gaze back to the floor.
All you want to do is ask about the forms. Or the meeting. Or what he thinks of you now. But you don’t.
“I need to pollinate the chili peppers today.” Usually Hoseok is the person who assists with that. “But I can get one of the other guys to do it if you need the sleep.”
“No!” Hoseok lurches forward, standing up a bit too rapidly and needing to put his hand back on the bench to steady himself. “I mean, I’m fine.”
You should disagree with him. He is exhausted. But you’d like more time to talk to him.
Pollinating the chili peppers is both time-sensitive and time-consuming, hence why it took two of you to get the job done. There were no insects on your ship to do the job for you and if the plants didn’t get pollinated, they wouldn’t bear any fruit. Chili peppers were your favorite crop. Not only a vital source of Vitamin C, but all your food benefitted from having a bit of spice added to it.
You and Hoseok head for the greenhouse together. The initial set-up gives you something to talk about in the beginning. Hoseok gathers the pollen from one flower onto a paintbrush, then hands it over to you to paint onto the stigmas of each little flower on the next plant.
Slowly the conversation dries up as you fall into a silent rhythm. Other than enjoying the chili peppers, this was also one of your favorite tasks on the ship because of the high likelihood that the two of you would brush hands periodically. It always gave you butterflies. But today he seems extra intent on keeping his distance from you. Was he disgusted by you now? His hands are trembling.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
His hand twitches so hard that a little rain of yellow pollen cascades onto the floor. He curses in frustration before turning to face you. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
"I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“This, um, plan of yours…” he gestures to the vague tension in the air. “It doesn’t feel like you.”
“I’m trying to save the mission. That has always been my top priority.”
“Yeah, I’m still not clear on how this benefits the mission.”
“I outlined it all in my presentation. Plus Yoongi said…” you start to say, but are cut off by Hoseok's derisive snort.
“Look, if you’re in love with Yoongi, go date him, okay? Don’t feel obligated to include the rest of us out of pity.”
You frown. “I’m not… I’m not in love with him. It’s just sex. Just biology.”
“This isn’t you!” Hoseok argues back. “You hated the idea of anyone ever treating you that way. And now you want all of us to… to… use you like that?”  He splutters out the end of the sentence.
“No one is using me! This is my plan!”
He sighs. “Well, I can’t be a part of it. Excuse me.” He leaves you alone in the greenhouse.
Your lower lip trembles and you bite it to stop it. He’s disgusted by you. Yoongi was wrong; Hoseok doesn’t want you. It takes you the rest of the day to finish the pollinating on your own.
_____
There are no forms waiting for you when you wake up the next morning either. Perhaps this was a mistake after all. If the men aren’t looking for release in the same way you are, then there’s no point to any of this. Even Jimin has been keeping his distance, so all you’ve done is mess up the one relationship you did have and offend your commander and colleagues.
Your tablet buzzes with a notification. It’s a reply from Dianna.
It’s great to hear from you! I hope things aren’t too crazy up there. I haven’t heard any rumors at work, but I’ve not been directly involved with your mission. We’ve started the plans for Titan and it’s taking most of my focus. I can ask around though if you want me to. I was surprised to find this article when I googled. Is this accurate? I assumed you would have said something.
Hope you are well! Melissa and I are going to send you a video of our new puppy.
Dianna
There is a pdf of a magazine article attached to the email entitled “Love Amongst the Stars”. At the top is one of the official launch photos of the whole crew that has been zoomed and cropped so that it’s only you and Jimin sitting next to each other. The tagline reads “How two astronauts had to leave Earth to find each other”. It makes you cringe so hard you have to put the tablet down for a minute before you can read on.
It’s some sort of fluff piece about a secret affair between you and the mission specialist. You scan the article, trying to figure out what they know. “A source close to the couple spoke with us...” Who is their source? You haven’t told anyone on Earth about what's going on with Jimin.
“Coworkers said they always sensed a special connection between the two…” This is nonsense. Jimin is one of the crew members you knew the least about prior to launch.
“Other crew members are very supportive…” Uh, sure.
“Maybe we’ll even get our first space wedding…” You groan out loud, closing the pdf.
Maybe that seals it then. You’ll just be space-married to Jimin for the next 12 years and that will be that. The idea makes you feel a bit claustrophobic in your tiny sleep pod, so you throw on your exercise clothes and head for the gym to try to clear your head.
_____
What you call “the gym” is actually just a bunch of resistance bands and cardio equipment stashed into the walls of one corner of the hangar. When the gravity was off, you had a variety of different choices for which equipment to use. There was a treadmill in the ceiling and an elliptical in the wall so multiple people could use the equipment in your off hours. But with the gravity on, the stationary bike on the floor is your only option.
As you begin your warm-up on the bike, you mull over your next move. Why hadn’t any of the other men come and talked to you yet? Jungkook had confessed to you, why wasn’t he signing up now? And Yoongi? Yoongi said he wanted a form only a few days ago. Why did it feel so different now?
Were you stupid? Had you embarrassed yourself in front of your entire crew for no reason? Maybe Namjoon and Hoseok were right and this was a bad plan. You pedal faster, trying to burn out some of the tension in your lungs.
The radio buzzes and Taehyung’s deep voice sounds in your in-ear. “Looking for a location for our biologist.”
“I’m in the gym,” you radio back, pausing your bike ride to catch your breath.
Moments later, Taehyung pokes his head in the door of the hangar. It’s good to see him up and about, even if his arm is still in a sling.
“Hey.” He steps into the room, adjusting his hair with his one good hand. “I need to talk to you about this, um, ape sex thing.”
Oh my gosh, is it finally happening? Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe Taehyung is more interested in you than you had realized. He fishes into his pocket and pulls out his tablet. You wish you weren’t so sweaty and gross for this conversation. Taehyung is such an intimidatingly attractive man.
Taehyung opens up the tablet and flips to the form as he walks closer to you. It’s happening. He’s going to sign the form. Shit. Then what will you do? It’s one thing to say you want to have sex with your whole crew, but what if he’s hoping to go right now? You need a shower.
Taehyung has nice hands. Long strong fingers delicately navigate the touch screen. It seems totally improbable that a man this attractive would be into you, even if you were the only woman in the universe. It adds to your suspicions that hormones are driving everyone crazy. Perhaps if you slept with him once, he’d lose all interest.
He finds the form and then turns his gaze up to you, staring you down with those eyes. It’s a good thing  Taehyung rarely turns his full gaze on you, because it is almost too much to bear. Shit, is he going to sign it? Is he waiting for you to give him some sort of signal?
“You can’t do this to Jimin,” he says.
“What?” Not what you were expecting. “Do what to Jimin?”
“This.” He gestures over the HR form. “Signing these forms with everyone. Having sex with everyone. You’re going to destroy Jimin.”
“Jimin’s the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place.” It’s a lie. You know it's a lie. Or at least a gross exaggeration. But Jimin was the one who first brought up the idea of sharing. All for the benefit of the man in front of you now.
“No way.” Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “No way was it Jimin’s idea that you sleep with the whole crew.”
“Well…” You can’t bear his gaze anymore and look down at the floor. “He wanted me to sleep with you.”
“What?” He puts down the tablet. “Why would he want that?”
“He, um…” You rub your arm. “He thinks you’re in love with me.”
“What?” There is only surprise on Taehyung’s face. It’s actually a relief to see that Taehyung is as shocked by that idea as you were. “Why does he think that?”
“I don’t know…” You feel kind of dumb now. Of course, Taehyung doesn’t feel that way about you. Look at him. “Cause you told him you were jealous. Cause you can’t stand to be in the same room as us.”
Taehyung bites his lip. “Oh, um, shit, sorry, that’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” you ask. If Taehyung wasn’t jealous of Jimin, then...“Who are you jealous of?”
“Nevermind…” Taehyung stumbles backward, putting his tablet back in his pocket. “Forget I said anything.”
“No wait,” you get up off the bike to chase after him, catching by the sleeve. As he turns around, you make a show of turning off your microphone. He does the same. “Are you jealous of me?” you ask. “Do you like Jimin?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen and he bites his lip. He glances toward the camera in the corner of the room, then stands up and begins unzipping his jumpsuit.
“Um…” You are distracted by the golden arms that peak from either side of the tank top as the zipper reaches his groin. “What are you doing?”
“Need something to block the camera.”
“We have towels,” you mutter.  But now he’s attempting to peel the tank top up over his head.
“Yeah, but this way anyone watching will think we’re having sex.” He answers. “Shit, can you give me a hand?” In his attempts to remove his shirt, he seems to have forgotten he is wearing the arm sling and is now stuck with his shirt over his head. His injured shoulder is black and blue from his accident with the ROV.
You gingerly try to disentangle him without getting too close to his warm, bare skin. You succeed in freeing him from his shirt and he tosses it up and over the camera.
“You want them to think we’re having sex?” you ask.
“Don’t you? It plays right into your whole ‘save the mission with bonobo sex’ plan.” He zips his jumpsuit back up as he turns around.
“I suppose.” Though the plan was also supposed to be that there would be no more secrets between the crew. “What plan of yours does it play into?”
“The one where Jimin doesn’t realize I’m in love with him.”
Of course, Taehyung is in love with Jimin. That makes so much more sense. They’ve been so close for so long. And Taehyung has always paid very close attention to anything going on with Jimin. “You’ve never tried to tell him?”
Taehyung laughs wryly and shakes his head. “How would that conversation go? Hey man, I know we’ve known each other for years and I’ve already seen you naked and that you just think of me as a friend, but I’m in love with you. I know that’s awkward but now you have to spend the next twelve years with me, knowing that I’m attracted to you when you don’t feel the same way.” Taehyung sighs. “Doesn’t sound like a good plan to me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, I’ve ruined the friendship for nothing and then I don’t even have that.”
“Yeah… I get that.”  There’s something touching about realizing that Taehyung has been fighting the same battle as you for the last two years.
“I couldn’t tell anyone before launch because what if they wouldn’t let me go then? You know?”
“Yeah, the director wasn’t big on sending anyone who might ‘complicate’ the mission.” The two of you share a sad knowing smile.
“Yeah… And I thought it would be fine, you know? I like women too. I’d just date women until launch and no one would know. I wasn’t planning on falling in love with my roommate.”
“I don’t think any of us knew what this would be like.”
“I knew it was going to be a problem. I should have pulled out…” he continues.
Your mind flashes back to your own moment of doubt when Hoseok talked you into still coming on the mission.
Taehyung sighs and leans against the ice drill. “But I couldn’t just let him go off into space without me. Even if he’d never feel the same way, at least he’d still be in my life.”
The emotion in Taehyung’s words makes your eyes begin to mist. “You really love him.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung sighs again. “But he’s in love with you.”
“Well, he thinks he is.”
“What does that mean?”
“He only feels that way about me cause he thinks I’m the only option.”  Maybe he would feel differently if he knew about Taehyung’s feelings.
Taehyung frowns and shakes his head. “You don’t give him enough credit.”
“Oh come on, you know him. How many women did he date while we were in training?”
“A few…”
“And how many of them was he in love with before he found the next one?”  
Taehyung purses his lips. He can’t argue with that. “So why are you with him then, if you don’t think it’s real?”
You shrug, rubbing your arm. “I like him. Lord knows he’s attractive. And he wants me. It’s nice to feel wanted, I guess.”
“You could have that with any man on this ship though...”
You scoff. “They’re all suffering the same delusion. It’s only-available-vagina syndrome. I just want us all to fuck and get it out in the open. Maybe if we could get it out of our system, they would see I’m nothing special. And then we can get back to the mission.”
Taehyung eyes you up and down. “You don’t give yourself enough credit either.”
You shrug. “You wait and see. Jimin will get bored of me. They all will.”
Taehyung pulls his tablet back out of his pocket. “Do you really think that if everyone just like, banged it out, that it would help morale?”
“Well, it certainly couldn’t get any worse.”
“And Jimin thinks I’m in love with you?” He reopens the HR form and stares at it.
You nod.
“What if I signed this? And we let him think that for a little longer? Just until I figure out how to tell him the truth?
“Like we’d pretend the two of us are involved?” Maybe that would help you get the other men on board with your plan.
Taehyung nods. “Would that be okay?”
“Yeah, that would work.”
Taehyung smiles and signs the bottom of the form, then sends it to you. “Thank you,” he says before he leaves you to resume your workout.
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Other than Taehyung, no one else approaches you over the next few days. If anything, the crew seems to be treating you more professionally than they did before you announced your plan to fuck them all. You have signed forms from Jimin and Taehyung and have been rejected by Namjoon and Hoseok, but you’ve heard nothing either way from the other three. What are they waiting for?
By the time you reach the end of the Monday morning weekly meeting, you’ve had enough waiting.
Namjoon finishes his debrief of the week’s goals and claps his hands. “Anyone have anything else mission related we need to discuss?”
“My period is over,” you announce to your assembled crew.
A muscle pulses in Namjoon’s jaw. “Officer, I wouldn’t consider that mission-related.”
You cross your arms and lean back in your chair. “Just freely sharing information.”
“Already?” Jungkook asks. “I thought you said it would take a week.”
“No, finished this morning. It varies a bit from cycle to cycle.” you answer. Hoseok’s leg begins aggressively bouncing up and down next to you, but you press on. “I need to make a schedule. So I need to know who’s in and who’s out.”
“Ooh, what if you shared out your tracker info so we’re all on the same page.” Taehyung enthuses.
Yoongi scoffs. “Why don’t we just add it to our mission task list then?”
“I’m not clear on why menstruating means we can’t have sex,” Jimin interjects.
“Enough!” Namjoon regains everyone’s attention. “We need clear boundaries between what is personal and what is professional. Right now, you all have jobs to do. Dismissed.”
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By the time you finish your chores for the day, you have convinced yourself that getting the rest of the team on board is essential to your successful completion of the mission. So you go in search of Yoongi.
You find him in his workshop. Pieces of an air filter are spread out on the workbench and he’s in the middle of cleaning it. You had forgotten that is the actual purpose of the workbench. So much for climbing on top of it and seducing him that way.
He looks up when you enter and you decide to cut to the chase. “I haven’t gotten your HR form yet.”
“Yeah…” He goes back to inspecting the clogged tube in front of him.
“You said you wanted to sign one with me.”
“I did say that, yes.”
“And now you don’t?” You thought if anyone was going to be supportive of the plan, it would be Yoongi.
He sets down the part he had been inspecting. “Have you really thought this through?”
“Yes!” You put your hands on your hips. “I made a whole powerpoint! With sources!!”
“I think it's a bad plan.” He picks up another long tube full of dust and threads a brush through it.
“I thought you’d be onboard with this plan. You said if I was fucking everyone, there’s no need for jealousy.”
“Yeah, well, I was wrong.” He sets the tube down and turns around to look at you directly. “ Is that really what you want?”
Why is he questioning you now? He was the one who put this whole idea in your head. He was the one who knew all your fantasies. “But you said…"
“I know what I said.” He begins pacing back and forth in front of the workbench. “But there’s a difference between a fantasy and a reality. You really want to have sex with a different man every day for 12 years on some kind of rotating daily schedule? Like how we water the crops?”
“You’re mad there’s a schedule?” You try to come closer to him, but he backs away from you, turning back to the air filter.
“Sexual desire doesn’t run on a clock, you know,” he says as he starts to pack up the equipment. “What if you’re not feeling it that day? What if they’re not?”
“I’m just trying to be fair to everyone.”
“But nobody actually gets what they want!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.
“And what do you want, Yoongi?”
He pauses, then deflates, dropping his hands to his sides. “Nevermind, forget about it.” He grabs a wet wipe off the shelf and begins cleaning the dust of his hands, not looking at you.
“No!” He’s the one who has been egging you on this whole time. “You were the one who was all ‘you have to fuck Jimin to save the mission’. You said you didn’t care if I fucked Jimin too. What do you want from me, Min Yoongi?”
“I’m going to go get some dinner.” He mutters, throwing the dirty wipe in the trash and turning to leave.
Oh no. He’s not going to escape you that easily. You need some straight answers. “You started all this, Yoongi! You said every man on this ship wanted to fuck me and none of them do! What was that?” You follow him down the hall toward the kitchen.
He stops and turns around in the middle of the hall. “This isn’t all on me! You made choices too!”
“Because of what I thought you wanted!” you yell back. “What is your deal? First you want me to fuck you, then you dont. Then you want me to fuck everyone and then you don’t. What do you want from me?” Your voice is echoing down the hallway but you are way past caring about it.
Yoongi opens and closes his mouth, then spins back around and heads for the kitchen, with you trailing behind him.
Jungkook is sitting at the kitchen table with a bowl of ramen. He looks up, startled as the two of you barge in.
“And what about you?” You fire the question at your youngest crew member. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
The poor boy nearly chokes on his noodles. “I, um…” He swallows, wide eyes glancing between you and Yoongi.
You lean against the table next to Jungkook as Yoongi steps around the two of you to head for the pantry, but you see his fist clench as he walks by. You lean closer to Jungkook. “Didn’t you enjoy my video? Don’t you want to see the real thing?”
“Uh...” Jungkook glances at Yoongi again. “Maybe the two of you should talk this out…”
Yoongi’s hands tremble, but he doesn’t turn around, intent on starting the rice cooker. You turn your focus to Jungkook instead. “This isn’t about him. Whatever the flight engineer wants to do is up to him. He knows where I stand. This is about you and I.”  You are going to get a man on this ship to fuck you. Today.
“It’s not like I’m not interested…” Jungkook’s knee bounces up and down rapidly as he watches you. “But I told you I was in love with you and you literally had a panic attack.”
Oh right. That was back when you thought you still had a shot of stopping all this. Before half your crew had seen you naked. Before all of them had heard you having sex. Before you’d announced that you wanted all of them to fuck you. But you can still control this, if you can get them onboard with your plan.
Your tablet buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out to give yourself a moment to think. There’s a message from Jin.
Hey, come find me when you get this and we can talk. I’ll be in the kitchen.
You brace yourself for yet another rejection note. But you click on the attachment to instead find your HR form, Kim Seokjin’s signature scrawled right next to yours.
Holy shit. He signed it. Under no false pretenses. What do you do now?
“What is it?” Jungkook asks.  
But then Jin appears in the doorway. He startles when he sees you. “Oh! I thought you’d still be on shift.”
You shake your head. “You signed the form.”
“What? He did?” Jungkook asks.
“Oh, um, yeah,” Jin answers, laughing nervously. “That’s what you wanted right?”
“Yes, that’s what I wanted.” You stand up and move closer to your pilot. Jungkook crosses his arms. Yoongi finally turns around to observe the three of you.
Jin. Jin with his broad-shoulders and plump lips. Your friend. Your very handsome friend. He’s going to help you save the mission.
“You’re the first one I’ve gotten, so you can go first.”
“Wait, what?” Jin stammers. “But you and the commander?”
You shake your head. “He didn’t sign.”
“You and Taehyung though? I saw him take off his shirt and then cover the camera.”
“Oh right… sorry… I guess you’re the second one. But Tae’s still on shift.”
“Don’t forget about Jimin.” Yoongi helpfully chimes in.
Jin takes a step backward. “But I thought for sure these two…” He gestures at the other two men in the kitchen.
“Nope,” you move toward him. “Not yet.” You suddenly see a way to get them all on board at once.
“Oh, well, um...” His ears are bright red. “Maybe we can talk more about this after dinner?”
“That’s one option…” You lick your lips and find the top of your zipper with your hand, blushing as the next part of your plan unfolds in your mind. “Or you could fuck me now.”
“What?”
“Holy shit.” Jungkook mutters beside you.
Jin dives around you, moving toward the other side of the kitchen. “There are people eating here!”
“Nothing they haven’t seen before.” You begin unzipping your jumpsuit in what you hope is a seductive manner, rolling your hips as you follow him across the kitchen. You have both Jungkook and Yoongi’s rapt attention.
You take a cue from Taehyung and peel off your tank top, throwing it over the camera behind you, leaving you in a bra and the bottom half of your jumpsuit. “Though if these two are going to stay and watch, they better sign the forms as well.”
“Stay and watch?” Jin swallows, hands clenched at his sides.
You grab the waist of your jumpsuit, teasing it down just slightly as you make direct eye contact with Jungkook and then Yoongi. “What do you think boys? In or out?”
Jungkook lunges for his tablet. A satisfying ping on your own tablet confirms that this plan is working. Yoongi just crosses his arms and leans back against the counter.
You drop the jumpsuit, leaving you in nothing but your bra and underwear. You prop yourself up on the kitchen table next to Jungkook’s now cold bowl of ramen.
“What are you doing?” Jin asks, whole face beginning to turn red.
“Look…” You shimmy out of your bra straps so that your bra is only held in place by your hand. “I’m going to need you to fuck me right here on this table, Kim Seokjin. For the good of the mission.”
“Why does putting your bare ass on the surface where we eat help the mission?!”
“No more secrets. No more jealousy. Everything will be out in the open. Like the bonobos do.”
Your fingers tease at the clasp of your bra. All three men stare at you. You lock eyes with Yoongi, daring him to look away. Implement with full commitment. You drop your bra to the floor.
“Stop, stop!” Jin moves toward you as you slide your fingers into the band of your underwear. “Just hang on for one second.” He picks up your jumpsuit from the floor and comes closer, draping it around your shoulders in an attempt to cover you. “Look at me.” He grasps your chin and turns your gaze to meet his. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
You lick your lips. “Yes.”
He kisses you, hard. It’s aggressive, urgent even. His hands are on your shoulders, then sliding down your back, pulling you toward him. Your eyes close as you momentarily lose yourself in it. Despite you begging him for it, it still surprises you how insistent he is. His hands keep sliding down your back, until they reach your buttocks, running over the thin cotton of your underwear and scooping you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders for balance, and then he is lifting off the table.
He breaks out of the kiss to pick you up even higher and then proceeds to throw you over his shoulder.
“Jin! What are you doing?” You kick your feet into the air.
“I am a man, not an ape,” he says, picking up your jumpsuit and bra and tossing them over his other shoulder.  “And if I’m going to fuck you, it’s going to be in the privacy of my own sleep pod, where the only man enjoying it is me.”
He hauls you ass first out into the hallway, with Jungkook and Yoongi both watching wide-eyed as you are carried away.
“I can walk,” you argue as Jin turns for the sleep pods.
“Nope,” replies Jin, readjusting you on his shoulder before carrying you down the hall.
As you reach the junction to the bridge, your ass runs into something warm and firm.
“What the-” says Namjoon. Your whole body flushes hot as you realize you’ve run butt-first into your commanding officer.
“Shit, sorry commander.” Jin laughs. “Excuse us,” Jin says and continues down the hallway, not setting you down or stopping.
Namjoon has pressed himself up against the wall with his hands in the air, a look of shock on his face. He looks like he is about to say something, but then Jin reaches his sleep pod and sets you down inside and you can’t see the commander anymore.
“Well, that was the best thing that has happened in a long time.” Jin chuckles as he closes the door. “The looks on Namjoon’s and Jungkook’s faces will power me for a year. You okay?” he asks, handing your bra and jumpsuit. “For the record, I’m not expecting anything else to happen here.”
“You don’t want to do anything else?” You hold up your jumpsuit to cover yourself, more disappointed than you would like to admit.
Jin eyes you up and down. “I mean… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested, but that wasn’t my intention in bringing you here.”
“You hauled me half-naked to your bedroom and your intention wasn’t to have sex?”
“I know, I am such a gentleman, aren’t I?” He laughs, then shrugs. “Seemed like maybe you needed an out. Things were getting kind of crazy back there.”
“But you signed the form? Doesn’t that imply a sexual relationship?”
“I guess I’m not really a ‘sex in front of two other men before we’ve even been on a date’ kind of guy.”
“How about a ‘sex in the sleep pods’ kind of guy?”
“Are you even actually interested in me?” Jin asks, getting more serious. “Because none of what happened in the kitchen felt like it was about me. I don’t want to be some pawn in your plot to make Yoongi jealous.”
“It’s not about Yoongi!” You groan. “Why does everyone think this is about Yoongi?”
“Have you seen the two of you interact recently? There are some seriously repressed feelings going on there.”
You bang your head into the door of the sleep pod in frustration, before looking up at him. “You’re a very attractive man. Maybe I have feelings for you?”
He sighs. “Yeah, but you don’t. You can’t swap us out for each other.”
Shit. The way you’ve been treating the men is exactly how you feared they would treat you. While you fear being wanted because you’re the only woman, you’ve made all the men on the ship feel as though you think them interchangeable simply because they’re men.
“It never occurred to me that any of you would have real feelings for me.”
“Well, you are very dumb.”
“Hey…” You hit him gently on the chest. He catches your hand in his.
“Amazing they would trust such a crucial mission to someone who is so very stupid,” he teases, still holding your hand.
“I’m not this stupid about mission related stuff, just all this relationship crap.” You laugh softly.
“So tragic. Someone with so much training ought to have better sense.”
He squeezes your hand and you look into his eyes again. He smiles a soft reassuring smile and for the first time in weeks, you feel like maybe everything will be okay again at some point in the future.
“You’re a good man, Kim Seokjin.”
“Best man on the ship.” He chuckles.
“Kiss me again.”
He arches his eyebrows. “Why?”
“Because I want you to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Look there’s no one else here right? This is only about you. I want you.”
He kisses you again, tenderly this time. His warm arms wrap around and you realize you’re still naked except for your underwear. You curl into his embrace. He smells good, warm and manly, like good cologne. You run your hands over his muscular shoulders that you can feel through his clothes. It’s slow and leisurely, like you’re savoring each other.
“You sure you’re not a ‘sex in the sleep pods’ kind of guy?” You tease as you slide your thigh in between his legs and feel his erection pressing against you.
He groans, resting his head on your shoulder as you grind against him. “I’d like to think of myself as more of a ‘sex in the sleep pods after the third date’ kind of guy.”
You pause and look up at him surprised. “You want to go on a date?”
He nods. “At least three of them, in fact.”
You smile. “That would be nice. I’d like that.”
He kisses you behind your ear. “So are Mondays my day then? Can I take you on a date next Monday?”
You gasp as he rolls his hips against you, the heat of him seeping through his clothes. “That’s a long time to wait, especially if you’re going to make me wait through three of them.”
“I’m sure we can find other ways to entertain ourselves.” He cups your naked breast in his hand, massaging gently.
“Is there anything in particular you want to do today?” You palm his erection through his pants and he gasps.
“Stop that, you temptress…” He grits his teeth. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Aww, come on, there must be something I can do for you.”
“Well…” He bites his lip. “I will admit that I am awfully curious what was on that video that got five of my crew members suspended.”
“I could show you.” You start to shimmy down your underwear. “But there was no touching in the video.”
He kisses you one last time on the cheek, before pulling away and pressing himself into the opposite wall of the sleep pod. “Okay, show me. I’ll be good.” He puts his hands up by his head in mock innocence.
You finish removing your underwear, spreading your legs apart as best you can. You trail a hand down between your legs, finding yourself wet already. “It was me masturbating.” You tease around your clit without touching it directly.
He groans, hips kicking forward as he stays up against the wall. “Show me.”
“Well, first I took my fingers and sucked on them.” You narrate your actions as you wet your fingers. “Then I touched my nipples.” Your nipples harden before you’ve even touched them, but you continue to tease them for his benefit.
His eyes dart back and forth between your face, your breasts, and your spread legs, as if he can’t decide where he wants to look first. He licks his lips like a man starving. “Keep going.”
“I’m very wet.” You continue your narration as he clenches his fists. You run your fingers through your wet folds, then hold them up to show him. His hips buck again as he groans, still fully dressed and pressed to the wall. “And then I touched my clitoris.” It’s your turn to moan as you finally touch your swollen pleasure center, stroking slowly and keeping your eyes fixed on Jin.
“Goddamn…” He drops to his knees, hands resting at his sides, eyes fixed on your hand as it strokes around your clit.
“Do you wish it was your fingers right now, instead of mine?” you ask.
He nods, tongue darting out of the corner of his mouth. He begins inching toward you on his knees. “Do you think… maybe…?”
“I thought we said no touching,” you tease when he gets to your feet, his head level with your hand, eyes fixed on your wet cunt as you continue to touch yourself.
“I just…” His eyes flick up to meet yours. “I want to smell you.” A pulse of arousal rocks through you at how eager he is. You nod. He moves his nose right over your pubic mound and inhales a long slow savoring breath, tickling your hairs.
“Ah…” He releases a long, loud satisfied moan. His knuckles turn white, but his face is relaxed. “You smell amazing.” He inches even closer, just millimeters separating you from his face and inhales again.
“Oh shit.” You feel the pleasure skyrocketing as your orgasm catches you off guard. You grab him by the back of the head to stabilize yourself and his nose bumps firmly against your clit.
He groans again, loudly right against you as he grinds his nose into you, letting you ride his face as your orgasm washes over you. You thread your fingers through his hair to hold him in place. He wraps his hands around the back of your thighs to press himself into you harder. You cry out as waves of muscle contraction course through you over and over.
“Fuck…” you both say in unison as you collapse back against the door. Your eyes meet and you both start laughing. He places a light kiss right below your belly button before he gets up.
“Well, I see why that was worth getting suspended for,” he says, unzipping his jumpsuit and using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face.
“And you didn’t even come yet.” You slide your underwear back up, wondering if he would consider a blowjob to be a step too far before your first date.
“Um, actually…” he gestures down at his crotch and the new wet spot you find there makes your pelvic muscles clench.
“You came in your pants? Over me?”
Jin laughs. “God, you have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” He picks up your clothing off the floor, before kissing you softly on the forehead. “I will have a hard time waiting for Monday.”
“Me too.” You mutter and get a sudden sinking feeling. You don’t want this to be over right now. You want to stay here with him, to cuddle and be held by him, but you have made this very clear to everyone involved that these dalliances are not relationships. It’s just sex. And now the sex is over. Until next week.
You slip back into your clothes and give him one last kiss. You tablet pings as you head out into the hallway and you fish it out of your pocket.
Yoongi: Okay, I’m in.
Below his message is his signed HR form. A swell of smug satisfaction makes you smile as you cross the hall and climb into your own pod. You open up a group message for the five men whose signed forms you now have in your possession and type out the following:
Mondays: Jin
Tuesdays: Jungkook
Wednesdays: Taehyung
Thursdays: Jimin
Fridays: Yoongi
“Saturday and Sunday to be determined,” you whisper to yourself as you hit send.
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High School Sweethearts
Peter Venkman • She/her Pronouns • SFW/Angst • Yeah he’s a man whore, but just imagine with me, what if Venkman was married • Field Journalist!Reader • TW: Miscarriage Mentioned
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“So…did you and Dana do anything after we practically rescued her from being a dog forever?”
“Hey I know y’all think the gal and I hit it off, but it’s nothing like that”
Ray squints as he quickly turns to Egon for a reaction when the doctor had much pressing matters packing away his collection of spores, molds, and fungus carefully.
“Besides Egon not being of help and Winston going to his family, what are you going to do now that you’re on a restraining order?”
“Stay home for a bit and contemplate life. Then use my psychic abilities to land a job until the mayor comes to his senses”
“Now you’re acting crazy” Egon states picking up his box going to load his car. “Hopefully the university takes me back as long as you’re not trailing behind me Venkman”
“Hey!” Peter snaps before groaning and leaning back in his chair again. “It’s not worth being mad at any of you for something uncontrollable”
Both Egon and Ray stopped in their tracks, sharing an exchange, before quickly turning to their friend.
“Do you have brain damage? I knew that explosion did much more than explode marshmallow fluff on all of us. Venkman we should check you out”
“How in gods name can you be this calm after a week of court cases AFTER saving the city of New York” Ray exclaims as Peter shrugs twiddling with a pencil from his non-existent desk that got put in storage.
“Ladies, we’re always going to be Ghostbusters. Whether the mayor likes it or not. Think of this as a mandatory sabbatical and one day, the mayor will be on his knees begging for us to come back. Or maybe a judge. I don’t know who’s desperately need us. But that day will come”
Peter isn’t much of one to be your go to. He’s described as a stressor, problem starter, pain in the ass, and more things that just make him out to be an asshole. But he has his moments. More so in private quarters than public.
As the man himself makes his way to his apartment, Peter opens the door to figure out shortly that it wasn’t locked.
“Have I been robbed?” Peter asks out loud as he looks around his apartment setting down a box of his belongings before realizing. “This is cleaner than usual…”
Right after saying such, he got smacked in the face as softly as the person could do from sitting on the top of the bookcase.
“Really?”
“I didn’t do anything to deserve that, and get down from there before you break something. AGAIN” Peter snaps holding his arms out to catch the woman carefully setting her down, smirking at the height difference as she immediately smacks his chest in response to the glued stare. “Whatttt….you were even shorter when we got married”
“You’re lucky I love you Venkman or I’d kick your ass”
“We both know that you’d still kick my ass” Peter laughs bringing himself into her space. “Mrs. Venkman” he smirks before pressing his lips against hers.
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“You’re not going to get any pictures without any film in it”
The girl tried not to crush her camera in her hands from the obvious comment made by the guy who decided to sit beside her.
“You’re annoying”
“Then I’m doing my job right, but I’m still waiting for an answer”
“How many times am I going to have to tell you no”
“Oh come on! Help me get close with the popular kids and be my plus one to the party this Friday night”
“I don’t see why a freshman like you is so eager to get close with the seniors. They’re just a bunch of Barbie blondes and drug abusing athletes that make fun of the quiet freshmen that wants time in the dark room to develop her pictures not for a stupid quickie”
The guy looks at the girl and an idea instantly popped in his head. He quickly swipes her camera in order to get her to chase after him all the way to the art room.
He stops to see a senior trying to get the room alone with a junior cheerleader as he reveals the girl chasing after him out of breath.
“Sick dude. You two go ahead” The senior takes the junior somewhere else to give the two the dark room.
The girl quickly took her camera back as the guy makes sure no one else was coming before closing the door and taking a seat at one of the tub tables.
“There! Now you get the room”
“…This isn’t a—“
“Nah this isn’t a ploy for anything. Well. I’d still like you to come with me to that party but it’s obvious you’re not the partying type”
“I…I can—yeah no. I can’t even pretend for you even if I tried”
“It’s cool. Butttt…I’d still like to take you out that same night. Maybe see a movie and get some food.” He couldn’t contain his actually feelings at that point as his face started to heat up. So was hers but it’s barely noticeable in the dark room.
“If you don’t do any of those mind tricks on me…then..yeah” she smiles turning away from him as she started to set everything up. “It’s Y/N by the way”
“Pete. Or well. Peter but everybody calls me Pete”
“Oh really? Who calls you Pete”
“You just did”
The annoyed groan that escaped form Y/N only made Peter laugh.
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“I was there for the trials. I just sat in the back and kept my mouth shut. But that judge is a fucking moron” Y/N frowns watching Peter shrug. “What’s your plan now?“
“Sit and wait for the mayor to get his head out of his ass” He states opening a beer for himself and handing Y/N a soda once he rejoined her at the couch. “But seriously. I don’t know. Egon and Ray have better chances of getting back in at Colombia and Winston had another job in case well…”
“Mm. Can you blame him? What was going to happen when you caught all the ghosts in the city?”
“More would hopefully come out from the shadows. But regardless. He has the right idea and I burned my bridges with Colombia”
“Dean Yeager is a fucking idiot, Pete. But hey if he didn’t fire you guys. The end of the world would’ve happened and we wouldn’t be here anymore” Y/N sets her drink down on the coffee table as she crawled over to her husband to lay on him. “Yknow…I have my connections”
“Oh yeah? What’s my pretty lady going to help me do until they come to their senses?”
“Just give me an idea and I can help you, handsome” She smiles straddling him on the couch.
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“You know my parents like you. So why are you sneaking in my window?” Y/N whispers helping her boyfriend in.
“Yeah but you were also out for a week and we only called. I wanted to check up on my girl face to face”
“Is that all?”
“What? Do you want me to give you your homework and ruin the mood, or take my shoes off and get in your bed for much needed cuddles after the week you’ve had” Pete smiles kicking his shoes off as Y/N closes her window before joining him in her bed.
Pete carefully adjusts as he brought her close in his embrace. Resting his chin on top of her head, rubbing soothing circles on her back, tangling their legs together…He didn’t say anything more. All he wanted was to be with her as did she.
During the night Y/N’s mother went to check up on her when she spotted the two fast asleep. Instead of kicking Peter out, she turned off the lights and carefully brought Y/N’s blanket off the floor onto them gently. She quietly leaves the room smiling at the two before closing the door.
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Five Years Later
“SOMEONE STOP THAT CARRIAGE!” Dana yells chasing after Oscar as the people in the city of New York did their best to help the woman even if the carriage swerved.
Bikes quickly moved out of the way, cars swerved, people did their best, and even Dana fell once when she got close.
By the strike of luck, Y/N was heading back to the office after her lunch when she saw the carriage stop in the middle of the road. Without a second thought she quickly ran over and in front of it to stop the car that knocked her over instead.
“This is…my fucking day” Y/N groans as the driver ran over to help her up while Dana quickly picked up Oscar out of the carriage. “Your kid okay, ma’am?”
“Yes! Oh my god…” Dana cries holding onto him. “I got you..I’m here.” She quickly turns to Y/N. “Thank you! But a-are you oka—“
“I’m grand. Just going to be sore for a while”
“I don’t know how I could ever repay you”
“It’s fine ma’am” Y/N brushes off the dirt as she walks to the sidewalk with Dana and Oscar. “I’d get him checked out just to be on the safe side”
“O-Of course. Uhm I didn’t get your name”
“Venkman is fine” Y/N states as she picked up the step to get back to work.
“It was the weirdest thing, Egon”
“Well, Ray and I will look into it when we stop by later” Egon finishes a note handing it to his lab assistant as Dana’s presence was still very clear that something else bothered her. He didn’t need his device to determine that. “Something else on your mind Dana? Venkman won’t—-“
“No it’s uh. It’s about Venkman but not in that sense…”
“Oh?”
“Is he…does he have a sister or anything? That you know of?”
“Mmmm. No. But then again he never really talked about his private life with us. Why?”
“The woman that helped save Oscar, I asked for her name and she said Venkman”
“Hm. Interesting…”
“Oh my god”
“Yeah. I know”
“Well. Guess we know more about Venkman than he thinks we do”
“I don’t want to be a detective about it when we could ask him ourselves. But it was strange. That the woman he fancies. Runs into another woman named Venkman”
“Yknow that there are millions of people on the planet. They all don’t have to related. Unless we are thinking more toward evolution and the connection from religious beliefs”
“We are getting too off topic” Egon went through the books to find more information that could lead to why the baby carriage just went crazy.
After small discussion and Peter making his usual entrance whenever the three are all together again. Ray couldn’t keep any of it to himself anymore.
“Oh”
“Oh? That’s…your only response to Dana Barrett”
“Uh. Yeah” Peter started to mess with some of the jars on the counter as Ray quickly grabbed the one he currently touched. “Okay what else Ray?”
“Someone helped Dana when the carriage went crazy. Stopped a car from hitting her son” Egon states.
“Okay…? And you’re going to go investigate it. Make sure the kid is alright”
“Egon just get to the point!” Ray states. “The person that helped Dana was named Venkman and she was a woman!”
“I clearly, didn’t need to say anything” Egon rolls his eyes joining Ray on his side to stare at Pete to get his response.
“So!”
Peter stares at the two without saying anything more. But both Ray and Egon were getting impatient. One more than the other.
“Do you have a sister and never told us?”
“If she’s anything like you Venkman, I don’t think I want to meet her”
“Woah. Egon dial it back”
“My apologizes. I’ll meet her if you introduce us” Egon sighs. “But I won’t like her if she’s anything like you”
“Rude. And no I don’t have a sister. There’s millions of people—“
“In the world who can share the same name and not be related. But why would there be two Venkmans in New York City” Ray exclaims staring Peter down to speak up as he just continued to stare back.
“Shouldn’t you two be going to help Dana?”
“Yes but I’m curious”
“Woah Egon. Curious about little ol me? Or the woman that shares my last name. Yknow I kept this a secret for so long that I’m surprised it’s coming out now” Peter states standing up and starting to head out of Ray’s store. “Let’s go help Dana and then you two will see after we check up on her who this other Venkman is”
After doing the examinations for Dana on her kid, his room, and the carriage..they retraced the steps of the incident and found the slime.
“Peter, how is Uhm. Your sister?”
“Not my sister, but I’ll make sure my wife is alright” Peter states heading off once the two got what they wanted. But all three stood there like a deer in headlights.
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“Y/N, Peter keeps trying to break into the room”
“Okay…then just let him in?”
“Not before the ceremony!”
“This isn’t a wedding! This is graduation and we are going to the ceremony together. Can you just let him in mom!”
“Fine fine!” Her mother lets Pete into her room as he was already in his gown that draped over his tux.
“Give us a minute?” Pete asks her mother as she nods closing the door behind her on her way out.
Pete went back to looking at Y/N and simply admiring the short white dress she decided to wear for graduation. Then her signature converses instead of heals.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous”
“Yeah? Well you were there when I picked it out”
“Yes yes I was. But yknow. It’s also fitting given the fact of what I’m about to do…”
“Pete, we can’t before—-“ Y/N stopped talking when Pete got down on one knee taking out his grandmother’s ring.
“I don’t know how to explain to you how I got my grandmother’s ring without it sounding like my mom had great expectations the second she met you…but”
“Peter Venkman…if you’re going to ask. You better fucking ask” Y/N dropped it her knees bringing herself closer to him as Pete instantly brought his hands to her hips.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N…I love you and I know we are going to different colleges but I can’t live without you. You’re the only girl for me and I want to marry you. So please…will you marry me?”
Y/N smiles as the tears fell. She brought her arms around his neck bringing her closer to his person.
“You know my answer is yes”
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“YOURE MARRIED?!”
“For how long?”
“Since junior year of college. I proposed when we graduated high school. Let her go across country for a program she got selected in for her journalism. Then she transferred to Colombia. We eloped and yeah. That’s that”
“She transferred to Colombia and you didn’t introduce us sooner???” Ray elbows Peter as he pushes him away for space.
“Are you ashamed of her is that why you didn’t say anything sooner?”
“No! She’s my high school sweetheart and I love her to the fucking moon and back. I would take a fucking semi for her. But she likes her privacy and it made both of our careers easier. Then two years ago something happened and we wanted more. But whoever created this fucking hunk of junk had other plans and kicked us in our teeth. So yes I kept my wife a secret because I didn’t want to hear the jokes or comments that she could do better and she didn’t want to hear the man whore comments just from my existence in the world.”
“You do give off man whore vibes. But then explain the kiss after we defeated Gozer”
“You know that article that came out with me and Dana on the cover after saving New York?”
“Yeah?”
“My wife took the picture and wrote it” Peter unlocks the door to the apartment letting his friends in. “She got promoted and I got no kisses for three days after that. WE’RE HERE”
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU YELLING” Y/N snaps making her way to the front door in just a tshirt and shorts as she was addressing the cuts form earlier, only to lock eyes with the gentlemen on either side of her husband. “I didn’t know you were inviting guests”
“Love this is—-“
“Dr. Raymond Stantz and Dr. Egon Spengler, you think I don’t know your friends’ names that you just won’t shut up about?” Y/N smiles shaking both of their hands as Egon shot Ray a surprised look while he was more smug about the fact that Peter was relieved that Y/N loved them.
“She’s…sweet. Totally not your style Venkman”
“Hey!” Both of them exclaim making Ray laugh a bit as he immediately brought Y/N in his crushing embrace.
The slime is gonna have to wait till later. Egon has got some investigating to do while Ray takes all of Y/N’s attention which started to drive Peter mad.
“To distract me from Ray taking all my girl’s attention, what are you looking at brainiac?”
“All these framed magazine covers about the Ghostbusters.”
“Okay. Stating the obvious. What about them?”
“Is your wife the one that interviewed us for half of these? Why didn’t you introduce her sooner?”
“I didn’t want him to” Y/N interrupts. “I like our bubble, but I’m glad I get to meet you two as his wife finally and not the journalist” she smiles as she carefully brought herself under Peter’s arm.
Peter immediately bringing her close as Egon stared at the two like it was one of his experiments. But he was genuinely happy for him.
When the three got arrested and were sent to trial, Y/N sat in the back like she usually does to these kind of things. She heard the three get shushed and argued with when they were only trying warn the judge. Then it kind of…exploded.
“ISNT Y/N HERE?!”
“FUCK” Peter snaps pushing Tully over trying to check for himself when one of the brothers tossed another chair in their direction.
“DO SOMETHING!” The judge exclaims as Ray did his best explaining fast in order to get them out of the restraining order and to make sure Y/N was okay.
Y/N hugged the wall in the corner trying to calm herself down as she watches the lawyer get dragged by her ankle out of the court. Okay. I know I believe in them. But why does it have to be my husband in the catching business?!
Then her mind went blank for just a moment.
Find something else to focus on…
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“Y/N…hey…” Pete frowns joining his wife in her hospital bed whether she liked it or not. “This shit happens…it’s uh. Well. What do you want me to say? A lie? It gets better? Things happen for a reason? At least there’s a heaven? I don’t know what to tell you to make you feel better cuz I’m still processing what happened. And frankly. I don’t like a lot of optimistic people.”
Y/N giggled when he said that last part as Pete smiles pushing the hair in the way of her face to out of his view.
“You want to cry? I’m not going to make fun of you…well. Maybe a little but” He laughs as Y/N smacks his chest laughing herself. “What! Did you know you look ugly when you cry? Snot coming out of your nose, puffy eyes,—-“ he pretended to act wounded every time she smacked him but at least she’s laughing. “See now I don’t cry because I’m a man”
“O-Oh really?” Y/N continues to laugh as she adjusts to wrap her arm around him resting her head on his chest. “Do we need to talk about the puppies?”
“Okay okay. They were so adorable that it just started raining”
“Ohhhh raining, okay. You gonna die on that note?”
“Yes! It rains every time I’m emotional. It was raining before I got here” Pete admits as Y/N looks up at him for a moment with more silence. He’s hurting and he doesn’t shut down like she does.
“Things…h-happen for a reason” Y/N’s voice broke as she told that to Pete who instantly took care of the tears that roll down her cheeks.
“I’m here gorgeous. I’m right here”
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“Hey! Hey…Hey gorgeous. I’m gonna need you to talk back so I know you’re okay” Peter yells as he ran over to Y/N after catching the ghosts.
He quickly takes off his proton pack before dropping to his knees and pulling Y/N close to him.
“You breathing? You still in there? Don’t make me do mouth to mouth” Peter smirks as Y/N snorts out a laugh as she held onto him. “There’s my girl. You’re not hurt are you? I might have to take the big one out and beat his ass if he hurt my one and only. No one is allowed to lay a hand on you.” He laughs as Y/N smacks his chest before grabbing his tie and closing the space between them pressing her lips onto his.
Fuck I really love this gal Peter sighs continuing to kiss his wife as he held her close to his person.
Y/N parts from the kiss bringing her hands to hold Peter’s face. “I’m so glad…I don’t work with y’all”
Peter laughs sneaking in another kiss. “Yknow…you’d only distract me if you worked with us”
“Uh huh. I’d probably do a better job than you”
“Mmm…I’ll deny that. But the boys probably agree with you”
The two continued to laugh as they held onto each other until either of them felt okay to part. Guess the others are going to wait a while…
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when he accidentally injures you | Xiao, Albedo, Bennett
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a/n: hello anon!! im doing well, thank you!! hope you are too !! thank you for giving me the chance to add characters HHHH ive been DYING to write for Xiao, Albedo and Benny so i took the opportunity to! hope you like it !! also,,, this is probably my longest post !! i loved writing this <3
pairing: Xiao x gn! reader, Albedo x gn! reader Bennett x gn! reader
warnings: vague mentions of injury and blood
Xiao
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★Xiao and you had been on a stroll, something you casually did together whenever Xiao was in a good mood. the adeptus wasn’t one to get out of the confines of Wangshuu Inn, so every time he does, you cherish it and spend it as if it was your last
★but this particular stroll didn’t go as planned, at all
★the two of you had left Wangshuu Inn in the morning, when the weather had seemed as if it would be sunny the whole morning, but it had betrayed you the moment you had set foot in Minlin, the skies had loomed with darkness and occasional rumbles of thunder
★Xiao could have easily teleported the two of you together, but a sudden attack with a ruin hunter had caused him to get distracted
★he could easily defeat the creation with a simple use of his elemental burst, but you were in the vicinity and he didn’t want you getting injured, despite the chances of hitting you were low, he wasn’t going to take the chance
★he had strictly told you to stay back and out of sight, making use of the terrain to jump and strike at the core with his polearm whenever the hunter was aiming to him, but he should have known you were stubborn
★the moment you had ran into the fight, arrow pointing to the ruin hunter, the said war machine had immediately turned towards you, all four of its arms aiming missiles towards you
★Xiao had been too slow, and when he had realized it was aiming towards you, you had already been sent back flying after the hit
★your name fell on his lips, his eyes widening in anger when he had seen what the creature had done, and without any hesitance Xiao summons his elemental burst and sends the creature falling to pieces
★“y/n,” Xiao mutters, worried that he would be met with the sight of you dead, “y/n, where are you?”
★you gave a weak groan, unable to raise your head after hitting it on the sharp rocks. Xiao made his way towards you, and the rain started pouting
★Xiao knelt down and cradled your head gently, seeing the gash on your head. you were most likely suffering from a concussion as well from the way you were unable to look at him in the eye, and your hands grabbing your forehead as if it had exploded
★his eyes showing evident worry, and this was the first time he had felt so scared
★he knew he was powerful, and he was beginning to regret even taking you out of the safety of the Inn. this shouldn't have happened, he was with you because he wanted to protect you,
★and here he was being the cause of your injury
★“y/n, can you hear me?” he asked, and when you hissed the moment he placed a gentle hand on your head, he curses lightly, unable to keep himself calm as he always had anymore, “hold on,”
★Xiao had lived for years and had suffered watching deaths and injuries of the people he had been close with since he had became the adeptus of Liyue, but for once, he had felt a different type of hurt when you had been injured this time
★because this was his fault; what if it had happened again?
★he had teleported the two of you back to Wangshuu Inn, and had asked Verr Goldet to help you just because he was afraid of hurting you further
★and she knew more than to question what happened, especially after Xiao had told her with the weakest voice she has ever heard him use, and pleading eyes to take care of you.
★when you had healed completely, you noticed Xiao had distanced himself from you more than when you had both met the first time, and it had worried you to no end
★it had came to a point where he would disappear whenever you tried to search for him at the balcony, and you were getting upset that he was running away from you because of the accident that was caused by your stubbornness; and the fact that you knew Xiao blamed himself had only made you more guilty
★”Xiao,” you gently said, walking outside with a bowl of his favorite almond tofu, “I miss you,”
★he had to contain himself to avoid disappearing on you again after he heard the words. Xiao wasn’t much of an emotional person, but the memories from the accident had left him afraid of getting close to you again, in fear that he would hurt you once more
★but when he had met your glossy eyes and saw the pained expression you held, he knew that it was only going to be worse is he had avoided you
★”y/n-” Xiao started, but you had only dropped the almond tofu and ran into his arms, hugging him tight as if you were afraid to let him go
★and (with reluctance), Xiao had hugged you back, twice as hard
★it would take time for him to get back to his usual self and trust himself to go out and adventure with you again, but for him, you would wait your lifetime.
Albedo
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★An experiment going wrong was a part of alchemy. It was something Albedo would expect to happen fifty percent of the time he conducts something for the first time
★He has gotten a handful of injuries from it that he had sometimes forgotten that people outside of the realm of alchemy wouldn't know what it would be like to expect a burn or scars after the first test
★So of course, sometimes even the smartest people could be careless
★Albedo had brought you to his lab in Dragonspine, claiming that he had found a rare plant and wanted to see if it was able to withstand heat
★Putting it in a flask, he had placed it on a test tube holder and your curious eyes had caught sight of the glowing pink tube
★“What’s this?” you stepped closer to inspect the glowing flask, and Albedo wordlessly looks at you with a fond smile. your curious gaze at his work had always made him feel happy; you truly were endearing
★Albedo turns on the burner, and the moment the fire had hit the flask, the substance had instantly exploded, causing you to recoil back and grab at your face when the substance had burned your face
★instantly, Albedo had abandoned his failed test and attended to you, trying to pry your hands away from your face
★“My love, I’m so sorry,” he says gently, trying to see the damage that the explosion has gave you, “please look at me,”
★you felt tears well in your eyes, the burns on your cheeks combining with the coldness of the snow stinging your face
★when Albedo had successfully pried your hands away , he grabbed them gently and looked at you, “we- we need to see the deaconess,” he mutters to himself, feeling his heart ache seeing you holding back tears, never in his life had he regretted conducting an experiment so badly;
★he had wished he was able to take the pain away from you, he absolutely despised seeing you so hurt
★after you had healed, Albedo would make a rule that you weren’t ever allowed in the premises of his laboratory ever again, and that you were banned from joining him whenever he was conducting experiments
★it had hurt you when Albedo had adamantly decided on it, but you knew that it would only hurt him more if you tried to fight him about it
★he was still blaming himself for the incident; despite him knowing that errors were completely common in alchemy
★his greatest fear was hurting you, and if he was given a choice, he would rather have you far away as possible from anything that could lead to potential harm
★(and that especially meant that when the time comes and he loses control and destroys Mond, he hopes you would be far away from him as possible, too)
Bennett
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★Bennett knew he was bad luck, he knew that was mostly the reason there wasn't anyone on his team. no one wanted to get hurt and gain nothing on an adventure. no one wanted to bring a bunch of medical supplies for when an accident that was bound to happen, happens
★no one but you
★you were the only member in Bennett’s team; you were a duo. you didn’t wield a vision, but that didn't make Bennett think of you any less, in fact, he thought you were the bravest person ever for being just a feet away from him outside of Mond, and now you were a team member of his
★injuries were common for you. there would always be some sort of scratch or bleeding whenever you went out on an adventure with the pyro vision holder. if there wasn’t a monster encounter, the two of you would accidentally trip and fall into a lake
★but when the latter happens, Bennett would have a fire for the two of you, and settle in an empty (at least, you hope was) hilichurl camp nearby to warm up in
★it was the norm now, and despite Bennett wanting you to just choose another team because he couldn't handle seeing you in pain from his luck, you had always reassured him that the unexpected turns of events because of his luck was just what you had loved about adventure, and you always trusted him to take care of you whenever something like that happened
★but of course, it was only a matter of time until it was Bennett himself who had hurt you
★you were both fighting a cryo abyss mage, the bastard’s protective shield already broken by Bennett’s elemental skill, causing the creature to start crawling on the ground pathetically
★you were sure its health had already decreased a significant amount that one slice could kill it off instantly, and you had wanted to give the final blow
★but Benny seemed to have a different idea
★the moment Bennett had saw you coming, it had been too late for him to stop, because the same moment you had ran towards the abyss mage, he had raised his sword and sliced the creature hard to the point that his sword had accidentally sliced your stomach as well
★thankfully, your clothes were thick enough that the cut hadn’t been deep enough to get stitches, but it still hurt so badly that you had fallen to the floor, clutching your stomach
★“y/n, what happened?!” he asked, too worried to remember that it had been him who did it, “are you okay?!- wait, no, that was a stupid question, let me see,”
★Bennett was an excellent team leader, but sometimes, he could be a little oblivious
★he gently lays you on his lap, taking out supplies from his belt. he had saw a glimpse of red, so he takes out towels to wipe the blood
★he had gently asked if he could lift your shirt, and when you had weakly nodded, he assessed the damage
★and that was when he had saw the burns by your cut
★burns. the abyss mage was a cryo one, and there wasn't any source of fire where you were but him
★Bennett felt his breath hitch, hands holding the towel clenching in fear. what had he done?
★“no, no, no,” he says in slight panic; this was exactly what he was afraid would happen, “no, no, y/n I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you,” his voice broke, gently pressing the towel on your wound to soak up the blood, and when he heard you hiss in pain, he felt tears well in his eyes, “I’m so sorry...”
★he knew the cut wasn’t deep, and you were going to be okay, but the mere thought that the fact you couldn't move and were in pain was because of his doing had caused Bennett to be unable to focus
★you were taken to Barbara immediately, Bennett carrying you bridal style the whole way back (he had been silent, while you had tried to start a conversation with lighthearted banter with him, he had only given you a half hearted laugh before focusing on his journey back) and was healed with a simple swish of the deaconess’ hands
★but afterwards, Bennett had started to spend less time outside of Mondstadt, saying that he had preferred to read at the library with you, and that was extremely unlike of him
★you knew it was because he was blaming himself for what had happened, so you had to let him know that you were fine, and that you knew that it was bound to happen anyways
★It would take a lot of reassurance for Benny to agree to even step a foot outside again, but in the end, it would be worth it to see his adventurer spirit once more
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