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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 10 months

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Psycho Analysis: Master Xehanort & His Many Incarnations

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Kingdom Hearts is probably one of my favorite series ever made. It is a unique blend of Square’s JRPG goodness and the magical whimsy of Disney in one of the most baffling and unlikely crossovers of all time, and manages to deliver a wild (and occasionally convoluted) story about light, darkness, and the power of friendship that keeps you engaged even when things stop making any fucking sense—a frequent occurrence, especially in the later games.

Ah, but what is a Square JRPG without some hammy villain out to destroy the world? Enter Master Xehanort, the evil old man. A scheming Keyblade master who desires to rewrite reality to balance darkness and light, he is the ultimate enemy Sora, Donald, Goofy, and the rest of the Mouseketeers must gather up their strength to fight. Truly he is a Square villain through and through.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

You didn’t think this was going to be so simple, did you? Master Xehanort could give Lord Voldemort a run for his money in the soul-splitting department, because grandpa here is able to make an entire Organization XIII with nothing but himself by Kingdom Hearts III. While some of his Xehanorted followers like Marluxia, Luxord, Larxene, and Xigbar are not going to be discussed here (we’ll be saving them for the inevitable Organization XIII Psycho Analysis somewhere down the line), we will be going over the original game’s villain Ansem, Seeker of Darkness; Xemnas, the leader of Organization XIII from Kingdom Hearts II; Young Xehanort, the time traveling bastard version of Master Xehanort; and Terra-Xehanort, the ‘nort who is responsible for the creation of those first two guys.

Also, full disclosure here: I never finished Birth By Sleep and I didn’t play the twelve quadrillion spinoffs between II and III so my knowledge on some of these guys is down to simply reading plot summaries, watching cutscenes, and so on. Still, I can’t let the voters down, so lets dive to the heart of the matter and talk about the convoluted villain from the most convoluted JRPG franchise around.

Motivation/Goals: Somehow Xehanort’s plans are both incredibly simple and also extremely confusing at the same time.

Thanks to Kingdom Hearts being a relatively simple black-and-white conflict where “light = good, dark = bad,” Master Xehanort’s schemes are a lot less confusing than they initially appear. It goes like this: Master Xehanort saw there was too much light everywhere and decided that the universe needed an equal amount of dark and light. To this end he sought out Kingdom Hearts to utilize its limitless power to reshape reality, but as his plan went further along he became corrupted and consumed by darkness, leading to his council of clone nonsense and all the Heartless, Nobodies, and schemes throughout the series as he now sought to end the world and reshape it for seemingly his own amusement.

Real simple, right? WRONG. At the end of the third game he’s confusingly revealed to be a well-intentioned extremist all along, and he just wanted to bring balance after all! Never mind all the fucked up evil shit he did, never mind how obviously sinister the dude is, never mind how his younger self is the most soulless bastard around, just ignore all that because Grandpa was really just trying to help in his own messed up way. And, yeah, this was how he started before every game after showed him going to even more fucked up extremes to achieve his goal, so... yeah. It doesn’t help that the last game tells us he thought the darkness in everyone’s heart was the issue, as opposed to the previously-established “tyranny of light.”

Performance: As if this man wasn’t convoluted enough, his voice actor situation is nothing short of pure insanity.

Ansem, Seeker of Darkness was initially voiced by Billy Zane in Kingdom Hearts. Out of all the ridiculous stunt casting going on in that game, Zane was probably the best actor aside from Hayley Joel Osment and Hayden Panettiere (and certainly a better and more fitting choice than Lance Bass as Sephiroth). Unfortunately, he was one of the big names who was tossed aside when the sequel came out in 2005, which stings really bad considering his career was obliterated a year later for starring in the film Valley of the Wolves: Iraq, a Turkish film that showed the ugly side of the American occupation of Iraq (and also featured Gary Busey as an antisemitic caricature) during the height of the patriotic fervor surrounding the War on Terror. His career has yet to recover to this day, and it’s sad he didn’t have an iconic video game villain role to fall back on.

Of course, it’s not all bad; his replacement, Richard Epcar (Old Man Joseph in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, the title character of Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo, and Myotismon and Etemon from the first season of Digimon) certainly tore into the role with gusto, hamming it up as Ansem and delivering the sort of magnificent villain performance you would expect from a man who played an evil Elvis monkey. He’s so good in his role they even gave him Terra-Xehanort to play as well! Twice the Richard Epcar for the price of one! Young Xehanort is decidedly less messy, but still changed from David Gallagher in Birth By Sleep to Ben Diskin going forward. Diskin, of course, is most well known for playing Numbuh One in Codename: Kids Next Door and Young Joseph Joestar in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. Kinda funny how both Josephs are playing essentially the same guy at different points in his life.

Master Xehanort’s VA situation is, without a doubt, the biggest tangled mess of them all. When he first appeared in Birth By Sleep, he was portrayed by none other than Leonard Nimoy, a man who needs no introduction and who spent his time going up against the dude voiced by Mark Hamill. Finally we get to see the ultimate battle, Spock vs. Luke Skywalker!

Alas, Leonard Nimoy sadly passed away in 2015, leaving Master Xehanort in an awkward spot. Thankfully, they had an excellent backup in mind for when Kingdom Hearts III finally rolled out: Rutger Hauer, a man who needs no introduction (Ok, maybe he needs one a bit more than Nimoy; he was Roy Batty in Blade Runner and the eponymous character in Hobo with a Shotgun). Unfortunately, his performance wasn’t quite as good as Nimoy’s, though not bad. The fact he was able to carry the burden of voicing a character previously portrayed by a universally beloved actor to a solid finish is an impressive feat only matched by Greg Baldwin wrapping up Iroh and Aku in Mako’s honor. Truly a decent note to go out on!

...Except there was DLC, which featured an appearance from Xehanort. And wouldn’t you know it, Rutger Hauer sadly passed away in 2019, leaving Xehanort voiceless once more. Who could possibly fill the shoes of two incredible sci-fi actors who starred in some of the greatest film and television roles of all time? I’ll tell you who: The guy who voiced Mr. Clipboard in Foodfight, baby!!!

Motherfucking Christopher Lloyd of all goddamn people is now Master Xehanort, and honestly? It’s just perfect. Xehanort looks like he would have that sinister snarl Lloyd gives villains like Rasputin and the aforementioned CGI abomination. This is truly a match made in heaven! Let’s just hope he doesn’t sadly pass away right before he needs to record more lines too.

The only one of these dudes with a consistent VA was Xemnas, who had Paul St. Peter from beginning to end. He previously appeared in a Psycho Analysis when I talked about the Pillar Men, as he voiced the best one (Wammu); it seems playing the best Xehanort squad member was practice for playing the best massive Aztec vampire. You might also know him from Digimon, where he’s played characters such as Wormmon and Leomon. The man has incredible range and never turns in a dull role.

Final Fate: This is one of the most contentious aspects of the guy. All of the incarnations get a pretty interesting sendoff in the third game as most of them come to some sort of epiphany in regards to their lot in life, with Ansem and Xemnas both getting rather tragic farewells where the heroes feel a bit of sympathy for them and Young Xehanort going out gloating to Sora and being an absolute bastard. But Master Xehanort, the big bad who has tortured and enslaved and destroyed and caused untold chaos and devastation in his quest to create a world that fits his idea of balance? He… peacefully goes into the afterlife with his best friend. Needless to say, gamers were pissed this dude had a peaceful ending despite all of the shit he did, especially when he didn’t really meaningfully redeem himself to earn it.

Best Scene: These are the bad guys in an action RPG series, what do you think their best scene is? Their boss fights, duh! Ansem, Seeker of Darkness has his massive marathon boss fight at the end of the first game, where he summons a Darkside and turns into a giant Heartless ship, and if you’d like to count his time possessing Riku there’s that ball-bustingly difficult battle in Hollow Bastion too; Xemnas has his super hard bonus boss fight in the Final Mix of the first game and then his action-packed final battle in the second one, which features you fighting him while jumping down a skyscraper, slashing buildings in half, and a whole lot of lasers; Young Xehanort has his bonus battle in Birth By Sleep and main story fight in Dream Drop Distance; and then all of them get great final duels in the third game, which culminates in the awesome final battle against Master Xehanort himself. The man is incapable of dropping the ball when it comes to boss battles, no matter which incarnation you’re facing. Plus, you get to live out this memetic SpongeBob quote every single game you beat him up in:

Outside of the fights, I think Young Xehanort takes the cake out of the incarnations with the scene where he is verbally flayed alive by Woody of all fucking characters.

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Final Thoughts & Score: Let’s go one by one, shall we?

Ansem, Seeker of Darkness

The first Xehanort we encounter, and honestly it’s hard not to feel a little nostalgic about him. This was our first Kingdom Hearts villain! He’s the one who got us all stuck for hours in Hollow Bastion as kids because Ansem-Riku was an ungodly pain in the ass! And Billy Zane’s fantastic performance led to an unending avalanche of memes, with basically every single line of dialogue Ansem said becoming a meme; Hell, the reason I didn’t bother with a “Best Quote” segment up there is because I would have just been rambling off quote after quote from this guy. And Richard Epcar was obviously no slouch when he took up the role, keeping this original baddie as cool as ever up until his genuinely sad demise in the third game. He’s essentially your average generic JRPG villain elevated by a great vocal performance, cool design, and interesting twists, and for that I think he deserves a nice, fat 8.5/10. The only downside to him I can really think of is that he is overshadowed by Maleficent (who is a way cooler villain), but being overshadowed by Maleficent is a fate all Disney villains must accept.

Xemnas

Kingdom Hearts II is the best game in the series, and Xemnas is the best Xehanort incarnation of them all. It’s not even particularly close, really. Chronologically your first encounter is that sick bonus boss fight in the first game, and from there he goes into the second game as the big bad and gets the most fucking awesome boss fights imaginable, putting the final battles from the first game to shame. Dude can make lightsabers pop out of his hands, how is he not the best Xehanort? Organization XIII were really cool, and Nobody did it better than Xemnas… which is what I would say if so many of the others didn’t have a lot more personality than him. Yes, he’s a great final boss and he’s super badass and he fits into the big Xehanort scheme, but if I’m being honest he never really felt as compelling as a lot of the other Nobodies. Luxord, Xigbar, Axel, they all felt a little more fleshed out and interesting, y’know? Again, though: Lightsaber hands. You can be as vague a villain as you’d like if you have lightsaber hands. Sometimes a simple and fun villain can be great, and a 9.5/10 is a good score for Mr. Mansex here.

Young Xehanort

There is an inherent tragedy to the other Xehanorts. They lack a heart, they lack emotion, and in their final moments they become aware of their own limitations and reflect on their nature, gaining understanding before dissolving away. But not so with Young Xehanort! Homeboy straight up doesn’t give two shits when he’s beaten, because he knows when he dies he’s just gonna go back to his own time and grow up to be the big bad of the series! If you didn’t get the picture in his final moments, let me spell it out for you: Young Xehanort is an unrepentant cunt, and I love him for it. His unique time powers, the voice performance by Ben Diskin, and the infamous verbal beatdown Woody gives him all help make him one of the more memorable incarnations of Xehanort, and I think that warrants an 8/10 at least.

Terra-Xehanort

This guy is the greater-scope villain for the first few games as he is the source of both Xemnas and Ansem, one of the most hideously powerful incarnations of Xehanort due to being a combo of, well, Terra and Xehanort, and nearly singlehandedly kills all the heroes; Donald has to pull out the God-tier magic of Zettaflare to beat him back. The thing is, as I never played Birth By Sleep all the way through, I don’t really fully grasp the sheer scope of his existence beyond knowing he’s a nasty piece of work. I don’t know if I can fairly rate him without all that context; I think, tentatively he deserves an 8/10 if only for the impact he had on the rest of the series.

Master Xehanort

Finally, we get to the big boss. As I’ve said, I never finished Birth By Sleep, but I did play through the third game and Dream Drop Distance, so that counts for something, right? I don’t hate Master Xehanort or anything—it would be hard to since he’s voiced by three of my favorite actors—and he has excellent boss fights, but I can’t just rank a villain entirely on how fun it is to beat the shit out of them. I think his motivations are stupid and messy and he ends up feeling really nonsensical at the end, with his redemption being so rushed it almost feels like what internet weirdos think Steven Universe is. Without him, none of the assholes above would even exist, and yet he gets to go peacefully into the great beyond while Sora yet again gets cockblocked and tossed into a different dimension. Going into this review, I was certain I’d rate him lower because of how bad his ending was, but… nah. He’s too much fun to beat up and just an enjoyable evil overlord character with one of the most convoluted apocalyptic schemes I’ve ever seen, so while he may be hard for me to love, he’s even harder for me to hate. 7.5/10.

Overall, I’m not sure if I’d necessarily call Xehanort one of the all-time greatest JRPG villains—he doesn’t quite measure up to Square’s iconic enemies like Sephiroth or Kefka—but it is pretty inarguable that he is a great, memorable, and iconic antagonist. Maybe it’s just my nostalgia talking, but kicking the shit out of this dude again and again and again across fifty different bodies he’s jacked for his wacky schemes has been fun from day one. I kind of wish the focus on him didn’t eventually overtake and overshadow the Disney villains like Maleficent and Pete, but for what he is, he’s a fun foe. He doesn’t really keep things simple and clean, but the way he’s making me feel tonight makes it hard to let him go.

#Psycho Analysis #Kingdom Hearts #Master Xehanort #Xemnas #ansem seeker of darkness #young xehanort #Leonard Nimoy #rutger hauer #Christopher Lloyd #paul st. peter #billy zane #Richard Epcar #Ben diskin #terra-xehanort #Youtube

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probablyevilrpgideas · 8 months

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I started thinking about Boris' story from the isekai I was posting chapters of here and what that story might be. Starting with who the necromancer who created him was.

I pretty much immediately decided it was a necromancer character i created awhile ago, and got a short chance to play, Kerila/Nisharven. They have a very distinctive appearance I created by melding together visual cues from xenomorphs, Yzma, The Sassomancer (props to @kadabura for such a cool character), and then added some of my own "way overthinking things" to, like how they actually style their hair like that. While Nisharven didn't have a particular race when i created them, Kerila was a githyanki.

I had recently watched a video talking about the Gith (tho i strongly disagree with Pointy Hat's taste, but then I'm an avowed xenophile, so), and decided i definitely wanted to use some of the Gith/mind flayer lore in Boris' backstory.

There's a small problem with that, but a fairly easily surmountable one- WotC claims the Gith and mind flayers as "Product Identity." Which is bullshit, because neither of them originate from D&D. The Gith were created by Charles Stross for a White Dwarf article, and the name was pulled from an old GRR Martin story. Mind Flayers are just starspawn of Cthulhu with the serial numbers and wings filed off. The Gith/Illithid war takes from a book by Larry Niven. So, I personally consider them fair game, since they represent a history of artistic theft. I just need to call them something different and make a few differences.

And given that I actually think about how fantasy species and cultures function, that's easy to do.

Which is a long ass prologue for what I actually am making this post to talk about:

How To Create Truly Alien Cultures

Mind Flayers are described as utterly alien in mind and body. They see themselves as the apex of life, superior to all other life, and as destined to rule the multiverse, creating order under their rubbery grasp.

They see "lesser" lifeforms as only fit to be food, brainwashed thralls, or, essentially, breeding stock. They believe that they are giving these creatures "a gift" when they eat their brains.

These two things don't fucking compute.

This "we are superior to you, and true order can only be found if you submit to our rule" bullshit is all too fucking human. If this is your take on illithids, they're not alien, they're Nazis with squids for heads and slightly more complex justifications.

But, I read up on the canon, because there's this inherent tension between "we eat brains" and "we reproduce by putting our larva in brains." I wanted to see what the existing lore was to see if I needed to square that circle. I don't. A mind flayer only *needs* one brain a month because they actually primarily subsist on the psionic energy of the brain. A mind flayer who can might eat one or two brains a week, but in general they eat a brain every couple weeks, along with other things, such as organs other than brains, which are like healthy snacks to them since they contain the non-psionic stuff their bodies need.

But the lore also contains the seeds to actually start making them genuinely alien.

Let's start with the thing I remembered and didn't need the lore to refresh my memory on- for an Illithid, the Good Ending of life is for their brain to be put in their home elder brain's pool to become one with it. Every Illithid, no matter their personal goals, unless they've gone rogue or something, is aiming for an afterlife where they become one with the ruler of their personal community. That is Illithid Heaven.

Now, the things I needed the lore to remind me of-

When an Illithid consumes a brain, they receive the memories, personality, etc of the person whose brain they eat. The mind of the victim is absorbed into the Illithid's own mind.

There is one major point of lore I discard, the idea that illithids have no gender and instead individually lay one or two clutches of eggs in their lifespans. Like, I'm here for genderfuckery, but if we're going to make aliens, let's fucking make aliens. Have the tadpoles spawn directly from the elder brain through budding.

This is how you make the "brain consumption is a gift" thing work from the mind flayers' perspective!

The Cycle of One and Self

Ok, so, first you have to step into the webbed, two-toed feet of a mind flayer. You value your individuality, but also long to return to the elder brain which spawned them. For you, your individual life is but a short time in which you serve as a node of the community, to accomplish its goals away from the pool.

Further, you absorb non-illithids into your number when you eat. You don't see the act of consumption as an end of that person, you see it as helping them ascend to be part of a greater whole, which you likewise wish to ascend to. Your brain and mind is a way station for those who were not spawned from the Great One and are not destined to become extensions of it through ceremorphosis.

Now, we can understand this way of thinking, from an academic sense, but it's substantially non-human, in a way that "you are lesser beings and must be controlled by us superior beings" isn't. It gives the illithids a philosophy and a pathos that a person can almost sympathize with, but not, because to accept that perspective, one must sort themselves into "food."

This isn't a whole genuine alien mindset, but it's a good start. A much better start than, say, "look they just do things that seem random, but that's because we don't understand them." There's a logic, however abhorrent or frightening. It actually makes internal sense and isn't just "this is a thing we don't like to think of historical human actions, so it seems alien to us."

#dungeons and dragons #d&d #dungeons & dragons #fantasy #rpgs #illithids #mind flayers

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freezaprime · 2 years

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FAR FROM HOME PART 7 (Frieza x Reader)

*Warning: this story contains adult situations and human trafficking scenarios. Reader’s discretion is advise*

4 decades ago…..

Frieza, in his first form, marches down the hall of the Viagrin castle with Dodoria and Zarbon following behind him. He wasn’t happy today. Not after the attempted assassination on his life which he successfully thwarted. The tyrant wanted answers and he wanted them now. He kicks the doors to the throne room open which startled the guards and the Viagrin king, Penus.

“Lord Frieza?! What brings you here?” Penus asked standing off of his chair.

Frieza nods to Dodoria who had been carrying a brown sack with a dark wet spot on the bottom that was dripping. The pink thorny brute smirked as he threw the sack towards the king but one of his guards stood in front of him and caught it. The guard then opens the sack to reveal the severed head of the assassin who was sent to execute Frieza.

“Quite a clever ploy he pulled for an assassin. Killing one of my men and taking on his appearance in order to get close enough to end my life is something I would commend if only he would’ve considered joining my forces. But I’m not here to compliment you. I’m here today just so you can explain to me why you sent him to assassinate me. And don’t lie to me. I don’t like liars.” Frieza said coldly.

Penus looks from the assassin’s head to Frieza and his expression changed from horror to anger. “You just slaughtered the only race that brought us a bountiful profit! Our economy has plummeted beyond recovery because of you! Why don’t you tell me your reasoning behind that one, Frieza?!” He spat.

A small smile formed on Frieza’s face as he snorted. “Just a bit of spring cleaning and getting rid of the Saiyans was at the top of my to-do list. Besides my army has been undergoing a significant growth over the years since my father retired so much that I needed to make some room.”

“Bullshit! You just did it because of some childish fairytale about the legendary Super Saiyan possessing power so great and unlimited that they would be considered godlike! I’ve heard that shit sputtered around more than once from the Saiyan women.” Penus snapped. “If you’re old enough to take command of your father’s army then you should be old enough to leave those bedtime stories behind and start living in the real world!”

“Oh ho ho ho ho ho! So now you think I’m a child do you?” Frieza laughed.

“Regardless of that, you have absolutely no proof that a myth like that would ever come true!”

Frieza stops laughing. “And that’s how I’d like to keep it as. A myth that will always remain just a myth.”

Penus growled. “Did you even think about how the loss of those Saiyan women will affect our business? Those Saiyans were our most valuable resources and you just obliterated them for your own damn entertainment! Your father would not have approved of this action since it was a part of our agreement to not meddle in the other’s business!”

“Perhaps not, your highness.” Zarbon interjected. “But lately King Cold has had his doubts about your ‘business’.

Penus looks at Zarbon curiously. “What do you mean?”

The green haired man pulls out a holochip and activated it to show the image of a young woman that looked like a nymph of Greek mythology. “King Cold’s latest pet showed a significant number of sexually transmitted diseases, slight ruptures in both the anus and the vagina, and a severe case of malnourishment. The poor thing had to be put down. When questioned on how she ended up in such a state, she said that after the sale of Saiyan women boosted up the Viagrin economy, the rest of them were neglected or handed off to a random horny costumer through a discount sale.”

“In short, your business of selling prostitutes has already come into question by your consumers with similar issues. Not just by my father, but by everyone else you conduct business with. All because you favored Saiyans over the rest and now would be a good time for you to retire, King Penus. Unfortunately because you sent an assassin to kill me, the only place that you’ll spend your days of retirement in is the afterlife.” Frieza said as he disappears from view one second and the next his arm went through the king’s stomach.

“YOUR HIGHNESS!” The guards exclaimed in horror as they charged towards Frieza.

Dodoria and Zarbon quickly took out the guards out one by one through blasting them, snapping their necks and ripped off their heads.

“BROTHER!!!!!” General Hooker had just entered the throne room from the back door to see Frieza pulling his blood covered arm out of Penus’ stomach causing the king to collapse onto the ground. “YOU BASTARD!!!” The general roared with anger as he charged at Frieza tackling him head on. He punched the tyrant as they rolled into the wall but Frieza just smiled.

“How nice of you to join us Hooker. Do you also wish to die by my hand?” Frieza chuckled and threw Hooker off him. He fired several death beams at the general who held both his arms up to protect himself but still got numerous amounts of cuts all over them.

“How dare you do that to my brother, you pipsqueak!” Hooker exclaimed in rage. “What has he done to deserve such a thing?!”

Frieza’s left eye twitched at the ‘pipsqueak’ comment and flew towards Hooker, kicking him to the other wall. “Don’t play innocent with me, General. I know you too were apart of this assassination plan when I recognized your top lieutenant’s face as he was about to kill me. Though you should’ve known that by doing so you practically sent him to his death.” He gestures towards the assassin’s head which laid on the ground.

Hooker groaned as he stood up and glared at Frieza. “He knew the risk and took on the task. He was just as against your killing the Saiyans as we were. I understood him that much. But I had no idea that the great King Cold would entrust his army to someone as immature as you. With the Saiyans gone our economy has fallen and we will most likely go bankrupt with the prostitutes we have now! If only your father gave Cooler control over his forces the Saiyans would still be alive!”

A barrage of death beams fired towards the ceiling as chunks and pieces of it fell on top of Hooker.

Rage filled Frieza’s eyes as he stared at the pile of debris where Hooker was standing. “Never, ever mention that fool’s name in front of me.” He sighs calming down and walks towards Dodoria. “This planet will be purged of all of its current inhabitants at once.”

“Sounds fun, Lord Frieza. Count me in!” Dodoria said chuckling with joy.

“Very well then. Have Zarbon-where is Zarbon?” Frieza asked just noticing his right hand man was missing.

“He said he heard something from the room the general came out of and went to investigate.” Dodoria explained.

Frieza sighed as he walked towards the back door and slightly pushed the unclosed door forward he saw the spiral staircase leading downward. “Zarbon! We’re leaving! Wrap up your exploration and get back up here!”

Zarbon came up the stairs slowly looking really pale.

“What’s the matter?” Frieza asked curiously. “If that was a torture chamber down there then why should you look ill? You too killed a lot of people in various ways and you never shy away from violence.”

Zarbon gulped. “You……might…want….to…s-see this, Lord Frieza.”

“Fine.” Frieza huffs as he follows Zarbon down the stairs. A foul order that smelled like a combination of excrement, urine, and blood wafted as they descended filling their noses to the point of almost gagging. “Disgusting stench. Doesn’t Hooker know how to clean and deodorize his torture chambers from time to time?” Frieza mumbled while covering his nose. After reaching the end of the stairs Frieza froze at the horrific sight that laid before him.

On each blood soaked table laid several naked dark haired women with their legs chopped off. Several of them were crying silently while the rest looked at Frieza and his henchman with pleading eyes. Looking at them, Frieza then noticed their bulging bellies indicating that they were all pregnant. ‘Is this some kind of medical bay for them?’ Frieza thought looking around the room seeing all forms of medical equipment scattered about. ‘Not very hygienic especially for a woman due to give birth.’ He then took a step towards one of the women nearest to him when he felt something fuzzy underneath his foot. The tyrant slowly looked down to see a familiar long brown, severed tail lying on the ground.

“Saiyans.” Frieza whispers looking around to see more Saiyan tails scattered around the room. These women were all Saiyans yet they didn’t look like the ones he’s use to seeing every time he visited planet Vegeta. An average Saiyan would have some sense of pride as both an individual and warrior. These Saiyan women were all broken in both body and soul. ‘If those fools had favored Saiyan women as they claim they did, then why are these ones living in these conditions?’ He hated Saiyans there was no question about that but seeing the state of these women he couldn’t help but take pity on them and at the same time glad that the Saiyans he killed weren’t alive to witness what horror had been brought to their own race.

‘Don’t be emotional, Frieza.’ The words of his father floated into the Frieza’s head. The lizard just shook his head not wanting to remember that day his father said those words.

“Please……Lord Frieza.” One of the Saiyan women spoke in a hoarse voice bringing Frieza back to reality. “Kill….us. Kill us, please.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she said this.

Frieza didn’t dare to speak but walked up to each Saiyan woman and covered up their nude mutilated bodies with blankets that were hardly used. He then randomly fired each death beam straight into their heads instantly granting them a quick death. Frieza uses his telekinesis to move the blankets upward to cover the women’s heads before giving a small silent prayer. He was never one for prayers but given what these women went through it was only appropriate he do so even if it’s only once. Admittedly he was not a good person but all the genocide he’s committed over the years pales in comparison to the suffering these women had to go through at the hands of the Viagrins. After that he fired even more death beams towards the ceiling in a similar manner that he did earlier. The debris fell on the women’s lifeless bodies. Burying them as Frieza gestures for both Zarbon and Dodoria to walk up the stairs and exit that ‘torture chamber’. Now filled with renewed anger, Frieza sets out to eradicate every single Viagrin that he sees as he makes a call to the Ginyu force.

Present day…..

“Feels like it was only yesterday that you murdered my dear brother and slaughtered my precious Saiyan harem.” Hooker said smugly. “Now then have you anything to say before we start this fight?”

Frieza scoffs. “Precious Saiyan harem, you say? How odd considering that those women were going through a fate worse than death. I just did them a favor and sent them to meet their fellow Saiyans in otherworld.”

Hooker charged forward at Frieza but the ivory lizard just stepped out of the way at the last second. Hooker quickly dashed at Frieza again but as he got close he pulls out a knife and tries to stab Frieza with it. “They were all bearing my children! Why would child bearing be worse than death?!”

Frieza grabs the knife and throws it into a random Viagrin soldier’s head and fell dead causing the others as well as Frieza’s forces to step away from the fight. “Well for one; they didn’t get to choose having your little bastards and two; they all had their legs chopped off for some reason. Tell me is it because those women were giving you a hard time breeding with them? Wouldn’t surprise me if they did. They were Saiyans after all.”

“And what would you have done to keep them under control? They were lucky I didn’t hack off their arms like I did the last one!” Hooker growled as he attempted to punch Frieza in the gut but failed when the emperor ducks underneath him and kicks him. “That one was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever bred with. But she was extremely fierce and unpredictable as any Saiyan was. She would attack me nonstop as I fucked her until she went for my neck and nearly killed me. So off with her limbs and I had my way with her every single day.”

“You’re absolutely sick, Hooker. But I will admit that I am no saint myself, however; compared to you I am by far the most sanest person in this side of the universe.” Frieza said using his telekinesis to throw a hurdle of rocks at Hooker. “Whoever this woman you speak of was I absolutely feel sorry for her. Can’t be pleasant to wake up every day to see your hideous face and go through such unbearable pain. I hoped for her own sake she died from childbirth.”

“Ironically she did but didn’t do it alone.” Hooker shielded himself with his arms before he stood up and charged again at Frieza. “My first born son was stillborn!”

Frieza then flew up into the air and cackled. “Thank goodness for that then! This galaxy doesn’t need anymore Hookers running around and sexually assaulting women left and right! Perhaps I should remove that putrid growth of genitals of yours so that way you’ll never procreate again!” He fires a death beam at Hooker’s crotch only for the said general to quickly jump out of the way.

Hooker stares at him while slightly smiling to himself. ‘As long as this continues, that earthling woman will be as good as ours, dear nephew.’

You were skimming through the collection of bathing suits when Kuriza pointed out a pretty pink and red two piece bikini with a frilly skirt hanging on the racks.

“What about that one, Y/n?” Kuriza asked.

“It’s so cute!” You gushed as you walked over to check it out. It was soft and elastic yet when you looked at the size of the two piece you groaned in disappointment.

“What’s wrong?” Asked the boy.

“It’s too small.” You sighed showing him the size small symbol.

Kuriza looked confused. “So?”

“I can’t wear something that will make me look indecent in public.” You said avoiding to explain about one of your breasts possible popping out of the tiny bikini to say ‘hello world!’.

“Might I make a recommendation to you then, ma’am?” A female voice spoke.

Both you and Kuriza turned to see a long, red haired woman with tan skin standing there.

“Sorry but I can’t help but overhear your dilemma. Might I be of assistance to you?” The woman said.

“And you are?” You asked.

“Oh! Pardon my manners! I’m Bebe.” The woman smiles. “I come to this planet quite frequently due to my job as a secretary. You wouldn’t believe the amount of meetings I had to arrange.”

“I bet it is.” You said feeling a bit curious. “So about your help?”

Bebe looks around the store and points to a pink/teal floral pattern one piece bathing suit on a mannequin. “They’re having a sale on that one and it’s real flexible for any body type.”

You awed at the bathing suit and thanked Bebe for showing it to you as you and Kuriza walked over to check the price. It was 9000 credit but since it’s on sale it’s been marked down to 5000 credit. “Is it enough though?”

Kuriza looks at the price tag. “My father sells planets at a higher price than that. You got enough to buy that.” The boy turned only to see your nervous expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Is she looking at us?” You asked getting the dreaded sense of deja vu. Back when you were abducted by the Viagrins on earth.

Kuriza looks at Bebe who smiles at him. “Yes.”

“Is she doing anything suspicious?”

“No. Why?”

“Just keep an eye on her and let me know if she does something out of the ordinary.” You regained your composure after telling him that.

“Okay.”

You picked out the bathing suit and went over to the counter to purchase it.

Bebe smiles to herself as she touches her earpiece in her left ear. “She’s about to leave. Get ready.”

“Roger that, sis.” Her brother said on the other line before hanging up.

Kuriza suspiciously looks at Bebe as she ended the call and slowly moves towards the entrance. He then understood your nervousness about her. Frieza had spent twenty minutes explaining to Kuriza about keeping you safe otherwise Beerus himself would destroy the tyrant for failing to do so. Especially after the deal you made to the deity to make a mouthwatering dish for him. Kuriza had brought it up to his father how stupid you were which was silenced by Frieza stating that to you it was a far easier burden to deal with than what the Viagrins had planned to do to you. For him to say that then the Viagrins must be a really nasty bunch.

“Thank you for shopping! Come again!” The cashier said in a customer service friendly tone after bagging your bathing suit.

Kuriza then remembered his sneezing fits. He always had a bad habit of not controlling his powers whenever he sneezed since he was a newborn. Now seemed like the perfect time to put it to good use and walks with you towards the entrance as he lets his tail tickle his nose. The closer they got towards the doors the more anxious Kuriza got when he didn’t feel the urge to sneeze. But thankfully just as Bebe’s brother was coming into view, Kuriza let out a great big sneeze.

“Such a shame you Viagrins never learned to harness your ki.” Frieza mused hovering over Hooker. “Otherwise this fight would’ve been interesting. Though I can’t help but wonder if you got my message or not.”

Hooker smirked. “I did and I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Of course you didn’t. Let me guess; you killed the messenger?” Frieza asked nonchalantly.

“Why kill him when I can just fuck him?”

This made both the Frieza force and the Viagrin soldiers shiver in disgust.

Frieza’s eyes widened and his face twisted into a horrified grimace. “Dear god! What’s wrong with you?!”

A sudden surge of ki caught Frieza’s attention as he looks on to the rising smoke. It was Kuriza.

“Well played, Hooker. Well played.” Frieza turns to the general who was now flying towards him and puffs out a pinkish smoke into Frieza’s face making the lizard tyrant cough. “How did you do that?!”

The Viagrin soldiers gasped in shock after seeing Hooker breathe at the emperor.

“Is he even allowed to do that?!” One of them exclaimed.

“He’s not even a woman but the general breathed into his face like that? What is he thinking?” Spoke another.

“I’ve seen enough hentai’s to know where this is going!” The third yelled.

Hooker chuckled and grabs Frieza into a super tight bear hug. “I learned a lot from the last time we battled, Frieza. I spent the last four decades honing my ki to the point where I can take you down.” He then leans into one of Frieza’s domed ear. “Though if you were a woman I would’ve love to take you to paradise and back. Hell why don’t I just do you here and now? In front of your men.” He caressed Frieza’s crotch with his own making the lizard lord feel violated and slaps the general with his tail hard enough to loosen his grip. “Alright then.” Hooker then punched Frieza down towards the ground causing a smokescreen of dirt to erupt upon impact.

“Lord Frieza!” Kikono exclaimed in horror.

“DIE!” Hooker yells as he throws multiple ki blasts at Frieza kicking up more dirt into the air.

Silence filled the air as Hooker seized his attack to watch the dust settle.

An audible chuckle was heard through the air and by the time the air cleared, Frieza was standing in the crater his fall made but this time he was in his golden form. “Very impressive, Hooker. But I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this short knowing that you’d want me to be separated from the woman you’re nephew is after.” He disappears for a split second and reappears behind Hooker and brings his clasped hands down on Hooker’s head sending him crashing down into the same crater Frieza was in. The tyrant then fires each death beam into his arms and legs as well as his torso causing Hooker to scream in pain. Frieza relished the sweet sound of agony from his bleeding opponent who’s blood was pooling underneath him. “Anyone else want to die today?” Frieza asked casually.

The Viagrin soldiers immediately dispersed in different directions.

“Good.” Frieza then takes off towards the rising smoke. He let out a disgusted growl as he felt his arousal rising. ‘Damn you, Hooker! You dare try to use that family technique on me so you could assault me!? You are by far the most disgusting Viagrin I’ve ever met!’

“Didn’t I tell you to alert me if she was doing anything suspicious?!” You hollered as Kuriza pulls you through the tropical forest.

“The best element of surprise is to do it when the enemy least expects it! My father taught me that!” Kuriza responds running deeper into the forest before seeking cover inside a hollow tree pulling you along. “We’ll stay in here till my father comes.”

You sighed as you looked at your new bathing suit. A loud gurgling sound came from your stomach. “So much for lunch.”

“Tropical planets like this always has native, edible fruits to eat in their natural environment. So there should be plenty of food growing here like that one.” Kuriza points to an apple sized blue fruit hanging high on the right side of the hollow tree.

You set your bag down and start to reach for the fruit which seems impossible due to it being so high. You begin to jump at the fruit but still no luck.

“Just fly up to it.” Kuriza said bluntly feeling annoyed.

“I…..” You wanted to say you can’t but you decided to just try it anyway. “To infinity…and beyond!” You made a Buzz Lightyear pose with your eyes closed.

Immediately Kuriza broke into a laugh. “What was that?!”

You groaned in embarrassment as you looked at the laughing little lizard boy. “Trying to fly?”

“You did it wrong then!” Kuriza chuckled as he calmed down. “ Like this, silly.” The boy floats up towards the fruit and plucked it. He drops it into your hands as you begin eating it. “Hey! I want some too!”

You nod and pull the fruit in two giving the other half to Kuriza. You both sat inside the hollow tree and ate the fruit.

“Can you really fly?” Kuriza asked chuckling a bit.

You sighed. “No.”

“Why not? It’s easy.”

“For you it is. Not to me.”

Kuriza huffs. “It’s only easy because I learned to fly. Learning to fly is no different from learning how to walk. You just need practice is all.”

“Well that’s not the case where I’m from. But I know quite a few people who do fly without riding a plane or a helicopter.” You said.

“Really?” Kuriza asked.

You nodded.

A twig snapped not too far from where you were which caused you to freeze up and drop the nearly eaten fruit.

“She’s gotta be here somewhere.” A man’s voice spoke.

“If we find her I call dibs on that ass of hers!” Another one spoke in a lustful manner.

“We’ll all get a turn with her, guys. Besides we have the same father so it doesn’t matter who fucks her first.” A third chimes in and laughs with the other two.

A knotting feeling formed in the pit of your stomach as you slowly covered your mouth to keep quiet.

“But what about the kid? Bebe said that she was with a little boy that looks like a mini Frieza.” The first one asked.

The third man scoffs. “Kill the brat, of course. Would any of you want another Frieza in this universe?”

You instinctively grabbed Kuriza and held him close. There was no way you would let those bastards harm Kuriza despite the fact that he can defend himself since he’s Frieza’s child.

Kuriza tried to squirm out of your grip. “It’s okay. I can fight them off plus my father should be on his way here after the explosion.” He whispered.

“Then you should meet him halfway there.” You whispered back. It was stupid but right now you were concerned for Kuriza’s safety. “I’ll stay here and wait for him.”

Kuriza narrowed his eyes at you. “No. I’m not going to just leave you. Don’t you even dare suggest that.” The little lizard remembered Baja’s saddened expression as she sent him off in a pod. She had been both his right hand woman and nanny who was always loyal to him and his father. Always took some pride in fulfilling her role and never complained. Baja had been the closest thing to a mother figure than his father. Now she was gone from his side and his life. Kuriza had only met you very recently after that but certain aspects of you reminded him of Baja with the exception of your lack of knowledge with some things that are common to him and that pathetic attempt to fly. Now he doesn’t want to see the same thing happening to you. “I’m gonna create a diversion and we’ll make a run for it.” He said quietly.

“You gonna sneeze again?” You smirked a bit breaking the tension.

Kuriza shook his head in annoyance and pulls himself out of your arms. He peaks his head out looking around the woods. His crimson eyes landed on the Viagrin soldiers who were still mumbling to themselves while searching for you. Kuriza then noticed a huge hive with cat sized bees swarming it. ‘Perfect. Those insects are venomous enough to take out a whole army of those fools with a single sting.’ He grinned mischievously. Using his telekinesis, Kuriza pulls the hive down upon the trio which causes a huge panic among them.

The bees believing that the hive was under attack, stung the frightened Viagrins mercilessly. They attempted to fight back against the bees but the venom was coursing through their veins at a rapid pace to the point of collapsing to the ground as the bees continued to sting them relentlessly.

“Now’s our chance!” Kuriza exclaimed as he pulls you out of the hollow tree and towards the direction of the ship.

“What kind of bees where those back there?!” You asked.

“The kind that can end your life faster than my father could! It’s best to avoid those as much as possible! As a matter of fact don’t go to planets with giant bugs at all!”

“Good to know kid!” A rough voice spoke.

A blur of energy bullets popped out of the trees aiming for Kuriza. However the lizard prince was moving too fast and you ended up with a couple bloody holes in your right arm causing you to scream in pain and surprise. Letting go of Kuriza’s hand, you fell over onto the ground clutching your wounded arm as blood pooled in the dirt.

“Y/n!!” Kuriza looks over your wounds. “You’re gonna need medical treatment ASAP!”

“Shit! I hit the woman.” A voice spoke. Emerging from the bushes was a fourth Viagrin soldier who looked over to see his three dead comrades. “I told those idiots not to go further in. Oh well…” He shrugged. “At least I get the pleasure of dealing with you myself, Frieza’s brat.” The man aims the gun at Kuriza who steels himself to fight back.

A hand suddenly shot through the Viagrin’s stomach catching him off guard. He slowly looks down to see a golden arm pulling back out and turns to see an infuriating Golden Frieza who watches him fall to the ground dead.

“Father!” Kuriza’s smiles but then falters as he sees Frieza’s erected member. “Why-“

“It’s best that you don’t know, Kuriza. Now go back to the ship. I shall tend to Y/n’s wounds myself and we’ll catch up to you.” Frieza interrupted Kuriza as he returned to his usual ivory white.

Kuriza nods before looking at you with both a sense of relief and worry. He then leaves for the ship.

Tearing off a large piece of cloth from the dead Viagrin, Frieza wraps it around your arm. “This will keep you from bleeding out so much but it’s only temporary until we get to the ship.”

You laid there grunting at the pain in your right arm. “What was taking you so long?”

“I got caught in a trap but it wasn’t enough.” Frieza said chuckling a bit. He helped you stand up when you noticed his dick slowly retreating back inside him.

“Were you fucking someone else or just aroused?” You asked.

Frieza glares coldly at you. “I suggest you keep your pretty little mouth shut or I will shove my cock into your mouth and you won’t like how it’ll feel.”

You went silent as you felt a slight knot in your stomach once again but at the same time heat gathers in your nether regions. ‘Why did he make it sound so good when he meant it as a threat?’ You wondered as the two of you headed back to the ship.

You woke up in Frieza’s bed and wondered how you got here so fast. ‘Oh right. I was put into a healing tank and I dozed off afterwards.’

“How are you feeling?” Frieza purrs causing you to sit up to see him approaching you with his dick semi showing itself.

You looked at your right shoulder to see that the wound was completely gone as if it never happened. “Much better. Thank you, sir.”

“Good. Now I need your mouth.” Frieza said calmly while climbing on the bed.

“What?”

“Just do it.” He commanded firmly.

You sighed as you gently took him into your mouth.

“No teeth please. You use teeth and I’ll rip your head off.”

You nodded as you sucked on his dick with your lips curled underneath your teeth. It was quite a weird time for oral sex considering how you were almost kidnapped again.

Frieza moaned softly as you bobbed your head slowly and sped up a little. You let your tongue explore his shaft making him hitch a breath.

‘So thick. Can’t believe this was in me last time.’ You thought to yourself as you observe his thick ass penis. Purple as the biogems adorning his body yet fleshy. You sucked on his dick which earned another moan from the Emperor. His fingers slid into your hair as you felt him pushing your head down on him. Gesturing you to speed up. You did just that and not long afterwards he came in your mouth.

“Excellent work, my dear earthling. You may retire to your room until next time.” Frieza dismissed you.

“Are you sure? Is that all the pleasure you need, sir?” You asked feeling your underwear getting soaked from your horny secretion.

“I’m fine for now. Besides you were injured so I don’t want to stress you out by having intercourse with me tonight. You probably are traumatized by today’s event.” Frieza said without much emotion. “I’ve had Berriblu bring you your dinner to your room for tonight. Good night and rest well.”

Something was wrong with him. You couldn’t tell what it was but normally you two would eat together at dinner time. Not this time though. ‘Did something happened while I was with Kuriza?’ You thought while walking out of Frieza’s room.

Frieza let out a disgusted growl as he rushes into the bathroom where he spent a whole hour scrubbing himself down in the shower. “That pig of a man dared to touch me that way! Me! Lord Frieza of all people! And then he puffs that damn aphrodisiac breath into my face to get me aroused…” He held back the urge to puke. “No one has ever dared try to assault me before and I will make sure that it will never happen again.” He murmured still scrubbing himself down.

“Father?”

Frieza looks up to see Kuriza staring back at him with concern.

“Are you alright, father?” Kuriza asked.

“Yes Kuriza. I’m merely venting out is all.” Frieza said rinsing himself off with the shower head.

“Y/n was getting worried about you when she left your room.”

Frieza smirked. “Was she now? As sweet as that is there is nothing to be concerned about since I am not a weak fool. Neither are you, my son. However she did get hurt today so I’m considering on taking her to safer planets.”

Kuriza looked at his father with a confused expression on his face. “But weren’t you going to lure out the Viagrin leader so you could kill him yourself?”

“It still is the plan but today’s incident was unexpected. Besides the earthling could use time to recuperate.”

“Her wounds are already healed though.”

Frieza shook his head. “Healing pods can’t heal mental stress unfortunately.” He takes a towel off the rack to dry himself off. “On another note; I don’t approve of you letting your sneezing fit control your powers but I am glad you did.”

Kuriza smiles. “It was all I could think of at the time to get Y/n out of there.”

Frieza nods. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes father?”

Keeping a smile plastered to his face, Frieza bent down to his son’s level. “You told her how I gave birth to you, didn’t you?”

Kuriza’s face paled. “N-no! I didn’t.”

“Kuriza.” Frieza said in a firm tone as he dropped the smile and stared hard at him. “It’s not nice to lie to your own father like that. You better be honest with me.”

Kuriza gulped nervously. “Yes f-father. I’m s-sorry! She was just asking a bunch of annoying questions and I lost it!”

“I see. Extend your arms and hands out with your palms facing upward please.” Frieza commanded Kuriza.

Kuriza hesitantly did so and in one quick motion got his hands slapped firmly by Frieza’s tail. “OWWW!”

“Never tell anyone else about it. Is that clear?” Frieza huffed.

“Y-yes sir!” Kuriza groaned as he started to walk out of the bathroom but was stopped by a pair of strong arms belonging to Frieza. “Father?”

“Are you alright after what happened today?” Frieza asked softly.

Kuriza turned to see his father’s expression soften. “Of course I am. I’m your child after all.”

Frieza smiles and gentle hugs Kuriza. “Indeed you are.”

Hooker sighs as he stares at the purple banana like fruit. He was lucky that he survived Frieza’s ferocious attack to his limbs and thanks to the healing tank his wounds were fully recovered but he had his mind elsewhere. It was only a small glimpse of the emperor’s cock after being exposed to Hooker’s breath but it was enough time for Hooker to admire it. The general peels the banana before licking the tip of it imagining it being Frieza’s cock instead. Slowly he took it in deeper letting out a moan and started to bob his head on it. He could just picture it now; Frieza trembling underneath Hooker’s touch as he sucks him off and that lovely purple pointed dick oozing out some pre-cum.

A demented smirk grew on his face. How could he have not seen it before? How could he not been able to see……….how fuckable Frieza was to him? ‘No matter. He will suffer for my brother’s death but not through death. Frieza will pay with his own body and will forever live the rest of his life as my personal bitch!’

To be continued…..

#frieza x reader #kuriza #sorry for the wait

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kooldewd123 · 10 months

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Okay, I wanna talk about the Pokemon anime for a second, because the way they've been treating the dub has been increasingly ridiculous and I need a place to vent about this and maybe try to spread awareness?

Long post, kinda rambly, sorry.

So I think most Pokemon fans are at least tangentially aware of some of the dub's problems. I know it definitely got some attention back when XY blew up and started getting attention outside of the usual anipoke sphere. You probably expect me to start talking about the soundtrack replacement here, but the much bigger issue at the moment is actually the release delay. Generally speaking, the English dub tends to release about 3-4 months behind the original Japanese release (XY actually had a good streak with only a 2-month gap up until the start of XYZ). It's not good, especially considering the standard set by Funimation for other popular weekly anime dubs, but at least it's consistent and we learned to just live with it. The Japanese episodes would release, the English side of the company would pretend they didn't exist, and English-speaking viewers either had to seek out fansubs or dodge spoilers for a couple of months. However, this situation has gotten much, much worse as of late.

The latest series, Pokemon Journeys (JN for short), aired its dub on Netflix. Netflix of course did its usual thing and released the series in batches every few months for people to binge. This is a problem for two reasons: First, JN just isn't a particularly bingable show. Due to the timeslot it originally aired in in Japan, the show is more episodic than any that came before, even the famously "slice-of-life" Sun & Moon. It works well in bit-sized morsels every week, but there's not usually enough connective tissue to feel satisfied consuming it all at once. Secondly, it destroyed the consistency I mentioned before. Instead of getting a new episode every week, we would get 12 episodes every few months, purely at the whim of whenever the hell Netflix decided to release them. It started out fine-ish, with about three month windows between releases to match the three months' worth of episodes each batch contained, but as the series went on, we started to see windows of four or five months between releases, inflating the dub delay problem to ridiculous levels. Today, June 23, the penultimate batch of episodes released, containing the grand finale of the Masters Tournament, where Ash defeated Leon to win the World Coronation Series. If you read that sentence and thought "huh, didn't that happen a while ago?" you would be correct. It aired in Japan all the way back in November, eight months ago. The first episode of the batch, Ash vs. Steven, is nearly an entire year old, first airing in July.

"Well," you might be thinking, "you said earlier that the English side of the company doesn't acknowledge the Japanese episode releases. If someone managed to completely avoid any news about the Japanese episodes, it's not as if they would get spoiled by the official English Twitter account, right?"

Right?

Note the timestamp there (I'm in EST). Not only did they release this Tweet on the same day the finals aired, they did it as soon as the episode finished. Even for the people who followed the Japanese releases and watched the episode with fansubs or even raw, this is so early in the morning for most of the English-speaking audience that anyone who didn't get up early enough to watch the episode live could potentially be spoiled from it. Granted, the Internet was ablaze with spoilers regardless, but the official account joining in on the spoilers when the people it's supposed to be advertising to have no way of officially watching the episode certainly isn't a good look. Surely they wouldn't do it again, right?

Right?

Following Ash's departure from the anime, the next series was called Pokemon Horizons (HZ). One of its core story hooks is a mysterious pendant worn by one of the main characters, Liko. In the two-part debut, the mystery deepened when the pendant activated, transforming into a never-before-seen Pokemon that the English Twitter account again highlighted, taking the wind out of the sails of what was supposed to be a really cool and exciting surprise.

At the time of me writing this, not only is there no news about when HZ will be officially available for a western audience, but the JN dub still hasn't even finished yet, and likely won't until Netflix decides it's time to drop the final batch of episodes in a few months.

And the weirdest part of all this? From the way they've been treating HZ, it feels to me like they want to bring the Japanese and English sides of the anime closer together, and maybe Netflix fucking up the release schedule beyond recognition ruined their plans. Both of the Twitter incidents show implicit recognition that there is a portion of the English audience following the Japanese release. And when they announced that Ash would be leaving the anime and HZ would take his place, they did so through a video with Japanese audio and official English subtitles, with a later HZ trailer even specifically mentioning the Japanese release date (both of these videos releasing on the English YouTube channel, mind you). Most of the HZ cast have names that remain the same or only slightly changed between languages (highly unusual for this series), even extending to side characters like Anne or Alec. So now we're stuck in this weird limbo situation where the anime feels like it's trying to be more accessible to the West, while in reality being the most disconnected it's ever been. I'm super curious to see if/how the HZ dub will try to amend this issue whenever it inevitably comes out, and where the marketing goes from here. HZ has me more excited about the future of the anime than JN ever did, and I truly hope the dub can live up to it.

I don't remember exactly what the point I was trying to make at the start of this is. Just please fix this shitty distribution situation Netflix got you in, TPCi.

#can you tell i'm bored at work #pokemon #anipoke #pokeani #pokemon anime #pokemon journeys #pokemon horizons #jn #hz #ash ketchum #kool speaks #koolmathgames.com

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mister13eyond · 10 months

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big brain thoughts about my oc i've been developing today, in a hopefully more coherent form than they are on twitter? here you go!

so, i think Vin should eat dreams.

he's a demon, and all demons need to gather mana (life force/magic/call it whatever you like) both to survive and also to grow stronger. at least, in my worldbuilding they do. and some do that through consuming whole human souls for one big boost of power- and others do it through harvesting small doses of life in the form of strong emotions. your monsters inc solution, if you will. those demons tend to be the kind who find a way to evoke strong emotions for harvest- incubi through lust, or demons disguised as performers who collect praise, or demons who make horror to collect fear, and so on, and so forth

anyhow, dreams are nothing but the brain recapping and unpacking our feelings and experiences from our waking hours, so what more powerful source of emotion IS there? dreams remove all the logic and the structure of the conscious mind and leave behind only feeling- joy, nostalgia, stress, terror, lust, longing.

so what BETTER source of feeling? what better form of pure unconstrained emotion? and so: vin eats dreams.

how that looks is actually the concept i'm rotating around in my mind, because a structure immediately fell into place when i considered vin as the framework for a series of vignettes- think twilight zone, elvira, tales from the crypt- in anime terms, think death parade and mononoke and mushi-shi. one central character who orbits the edges of these small, self-contained narratives, focused on their own episodic plots and individual characters.

but also how that looks is like this: vin is a reoccurring figure of varying importance in any of these individual stories. he's an observer with no control over the dream- therefore, the level of his involvement is entirely determined by the dreamer.

sometimes this means he might just be glimpsed in the background, a freeze-frame moment where you see he's been observing all along. sometimes he makes a single-scene cameo- the first to die in a horror nightmare, or a single weird encounter at the store. sometimes he gets promoted to the role of supporting cast- he gets to join the party, talk directly to the dreamer, participate in the events of the dream directly.

he can't affect other people's dreams or change the outcome, of course. that can only be done by the dreamer (and THAT depends on whether or not the dreamer is lucid- many dreamers are as passive in control of their own dreams as vin is.) he's only along for the ride. but occasionally he gets moments where a lucid dreamer might see through the haze of sleep and actually talk to him, and he enjoys those moments. he enjoys the times he gets to really see down into the bones of someone's subconscious and understand them.

ultimately, this even opens up a possibility for vin to be involved in any number of collaborations or anthologies. do YOU want to draw vin in the background of your dream comic? want to put him as an npc in your game about lucid dreams? want to reference a gold-eyed, freckled boy in your surreal unreality short story?

do it! please. please i'm begging you i love it, please do it

anyways. that's my current vin thoughts. this is utterly incoherent but I am so excited that it's clicking in MY brain, at least

(my ULTIMATE goal is for people to start dreaming about him. once that happens I'll know i've made it.)

#my ocs #my oc #vin #vinegyaru #meta #headcanons #character analysis #idk what else to describe this as #i just think he should be elvira but for dreams

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sincerelystranger · 1 year

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these are all the parts/lines that I had to write an entire story to write

Good Things - “I deserve some good in my life,” Mo said, and He Tian couldn’t tell if he was telling them or trying to convince himself. “I can’t have the only good thing in my life be some fucking asshole that comes and goes as he pleases. I’m not going to spend the rest of my life waiting to be chosen.”

Isn’t what everyone wants from 19 days more dialogue? Is it too much to ask for 4 idiots boys to be more articulate? That’s really the main motivation behind why this short got written

Honesty is the Best Policy - It was between one wet slide and the next that Lan Zhan came to the horrifying realization that he might like Wei Wuxian.

I was only working on Linger by the Door during this time and suddenly this line came into my mind and I just had to write it? It was a very horny time for me. And I wrote like 13k of the story in one sitting. It’s probably why it ended up being sort of a half-finished sort of thing.

The scene in the bathroom where WWX thinks LWJ wants a bj from him is *chef’s kiss* - loved writing that

Blood Sport

There’s no line or anything. I was just really interested in the dynamic of abusive relationships at the time and I wanted to write it with She Li and Mo Guanshan. Still think their dynamic is really interesting.

Starry Night

Omg, my open wound. I want to finish this someday. I really do. I haven’t even gotten to the part that I want to write with this. Tears in my eyes and guilt in my heart about this one. Also, I wrote this because the image of Mo Guanshan and He Tian smoking was so sexy that I had to get it out of my head before it caused my psychic damage.

Plow On, Farmer Boy - Wei Wuxian plows the fields during the day and gets plowed by Lan Zhan at night

That’s it. I wrote this entire little porny piece because I wanted to write this summary. Would you believe me if I said this summary came to me in a dream?

Linger by the Door

The first fanfic that I ever started and worked on. Happened because I watched “The Untamed” 17 times and was consumed with the need for more. So I wrote what I wanted to happen after the last episode

The SongXiao arc came to me in a dream and I had to delete 5k of the story to write the scene by the campfire. Wei Wuxian’s tears on the little bag containing Xiao Xingchen’s soul could not not be written.

Also, LWJ defending WWX from his uncle and WWX being so in love with LWJ that he can’t even be happy about it – love it! Wish I was a better writer so I could’ve depicted the scene better.

All my stories with Nie Mingjue in them are written because I’m obsessed with Nie Mingjue having big ole tiddies. Please just know that whenever Nie Mingjue is even mentioned in my stories, I’ve had to forcibly delete at least 4 sentences about how big and juicy his tits are. If Nie Mingjue does not have huge tits in your mind, I’m sorry but that’s just not OC for me.

#i was watching some interviews with writers #and they were pointing out which parts they wrote the entire scene/story for #and I thought it would be fun

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dizzydizney · 2 years

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I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. I am not ignorant to the problems this franchise has. I can hate the bad parts while still loving the good parts. I can say “this isn’t right” and “here’s how it could’ve been better” at the same time. I can love Uma and Mal, honestly. I’m a grown fucking woman, I contain multitudes :P

I know this series has a horrible double standard when it comes to race. Colorblind casting, female driven stories - great! Casting nearly every antagonist as a black girl, obviously not great. They really didn’t think about the optics of what they were doing and it came off in a terrible way.

I wish Uma and Audrey were treated better. And believe it or not, I have lots of problems with the way Mal was written. The movies kind of fell apart and failed to deliver on a satisfying story over all. Each movie has its high points, and they obviously all have their low points too. I mostly wish the movies were written with a lot more (read: ANY) thought and care. That any character felt like they had a satisfying arc in the end. But, that’s something we’ll never get!

You wouldn’t know it these days but fandom is not politics. Liking a “bad” character does not make you a bad person. Liking a movie or a show with shitty writing doesn’t make you a shitty person. You can say “Yes I recognize the issues with [character/movie/show] but I still choose to engage with it bcoz...” whatever! It has bad writing but you like the songs, the characters, one particular relationship, etc.

Liking something with faults doesn’t magically make you ignorant to said thing’s faults!!

If you get an inkling of things like, in this case, the racist optics and double standards, pay attention to that! You need to be able to spot these things. Bcoz there is absolutely no such thing as pure, perfect, unproblematic media. Any and everything you can consume has SOME issue with it. Just be smart, listen to what people (especially POC, especially here) say about it. You can learn, be aware, be critical, be smart, consume, enjoy, have fun, praise the good parts, scorn the bad parts. You can do it all at once!

And I mean it’s easy to see the issues in Descendants. And it’s also easy to not want to engage in the constant negativity surrounding it. Especially in this case, and I’m sorry, when a lot of the times the argument seems to just be “If you like this character then you’re racist” end of story. It’s not accurate, and it doesn’t paint a good picture of the whole fandom when there’s no room for nuance.

Yet again the only reason I started the whole “poor little meow meow Mal did nothing wrong” in the first place is bcoz I was fed up of all the negative takes on her. Calling her a killer ?? pretending that she’d done all sorts of evil and fucked up stuff like it was canon when there was NO evidence to suggest it. And I’m tired of that. Sure the story was unfair and she got off easy, but people are basically just writing fanfic about all her made up misdeeds so they can have MORE reasons to hate her and MORE reasons to get angry at this fictional little Disney child that doesn’t really exist! CHILL

And I’m sorry but choosing ONLY to focus your anger on Mal and saying it’s because of double standards in the story, and then turning around and excusing other characters for the same shit that Mal does... That’s funny.

Anyway long story short to answer your question Nonny. I don’t think H is singling me out but I’m sure I’m lumped in there with everyone else. Like it’s not even funny anymore. But nothing anyone says is going to change anyone’s minds so. Everyone feels how they feel and we’re all just screaming into the blue void of tumblr

#descendants #disney descendants #mal #mal bertha #mal descendants #dizzy speaks #qna #anonymous #i screenshot this bcoz i dont want anyone finding it when they look up H haha #also obviously but no shade to H #she seems like a cool person and is obviously a great content creator #its just the fandom in general

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petegrammarman · 6 months

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Monthly Consumption - October 2023 Part 1: Horror Games

Doing a new thing when where I write a short bit about stuff I consumed each month. It took longer than expected. This first part is just the horror games I played.

Video Games Part 1

Resident Evil 2 – Remake

Not as good as the first one but still a blast. Mr. X did not overstay his welcome and provided many a good haunt. I love the layout of these games, these remakes do such a good job of resource management and difficulty. You are always on the brink of running out of stuff. The one time I had absolutely no bullets, I still had a great time just running around the zombies and was able to eventually get ammo again. THAT’S GOOD PACING. This is probably one of the few horror games I know where challenge plays into the horror very well. If you don’t have that balance, frustration becomes the name of the game.

The Upturned

Silly little game that definitely feels like something from the PS2 era. I didn’t like all the padding and it felt like it was a bit repetitive. Having multiple levels of crows chasing you was just not fun. Plus all the repeated throwing of furniture was hurting my finger. Definitely a quirky game but it was more on the annoying side. Introducing challenge was a downside, I am not here to test my ability to throw furniture. Just let me throw stuff and have fun. The wave-based combat was totally unnecessary and just makes me not want to play it. I will try to finish it as there looks to be a lot of fun stuff I have yet to encounter, maybe even my opinion will change!

Spooky’s House of Jumpscares

Definitely reminds me of a time when everyone was making horror games. It starts simple and goes places. I don’t know if those places are interesting but it probably was a thrill back when it came out. Another game that is kind of plagued by trying to make itself challenging. Finding the exit as quick as possible became tedious and then having the game be about the different spooks made me more tired of the premise than excited. Another one that deserves more time to see if my opinion changes.

Scorn (kinda)

I played this last year but this year I watched my roommate play through most of it via her streams. It’s still a complete marvel of a thing. My problems with it mostly rely on the gaminess of it (woah just like the previous two on this list). The combat and puzzles are not my favorite thing, the former can definitely contribute to the overall narrative, and the latter can add to the sense of confusion to the world. But both kind of place this thing in GAME territory rather than EXPERIENCE, which is what Scorn really should be. I don’t think it can be anything else at this point in time, and it is still an amazing thing to have exist, but the context of GAMES as a whole kind of put an expectation on the whole thing that holds it back. Totally unique and worth playing though.

The Convenience Store

This one is purely narrative, the interactivity is limited but also beneficial to the story. There are a few easy puzzles, but it mostly just contains tasks to place you in the role and setting. I feel like horror games need to either exist in Resident Evil or Convenience Store in terms of interactivity and challenge. Not choosing one side of this spectrum just meddles with the experience in an unfun way.

Iron Lung

Great experience, uses the interactivity in a fun way. Just an amazing premise for a game with a tight horror plot. Really paces itself well and that ending hits perfectly. As far as challenge goes, there is some here, but it uses it to great affect similar to Resident Evil. The challenge is time-based, you have to get somewhere quickly without hitting the walls, and so it affects your play and adds tension. Simple yet effective.

#myarts #monthlyconsumption

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sassenashsworld · 7 months

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Miracle Mart

It's not a Fanfiction.

It's a small... hmm we call it essaie in french then a 'try', that mean short text of random subject.

I have write it a couple years before, even before being a mother.

To be honest, there's a couple of another absurd short tales before this one in the series; MK, why this world. Should maybe put it online

I was in the garage, in front of the workbench, when I felt a chill from my soul.

I can feel my grandfather's presence from ten years ago behind my back. I feel him bend over my shoulder and ask, softly, "My boy'hon, why do you do it like that? I’m enough afraid that you cripple yourself. Wait."

And I felt the need to see his hands grab the two boards I was holding, pull out one of his miracle blocks made precisely to nail boards at an angle, or tighten it in the vise in a way that allows me to work well, then watch him look through his countless cabinets, chests, and shelves, scrutinizing the boxes until he take out a small green box containing a drill and…

I wake from my awaking dream… None of this is still in existence… He passed away ten years ago.

-= Ding =-

"Treasure? What exactly are you doing, Simon… Simon?"

I pass my head through the door that connects to the sunlit apartment—no trace of my companion, but rather a strange colorful arch in the midst of my living room, where the couch should logically be.

I rubs my eyes.

-= Ding =- … in the new aisle… for children's smiles, please view aisle twelve, section Keep your heart young… -= Ding =-

I approach, fascinated, and peer over the arch, seeing my favorite little biker rubs the back of his neck as he gazes at a screen that displays an interactive map of the store along with a list of suggestions. I walk by the ark and glance up, shocked to see a massive Wal-Mart Olympus replica packed with odd merchandise.

When I look closer, I see multicolored bubbles on the shelves, trails that lead nowhere, and mirrors with inscriptions like:

FOUNTAIN OF JOUVANCE. 24 hours, return for a day.

IN WONDERLAND, Are you as talented as Alice?

I WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, but don't spend too much time thinking about them.

I went to watch Harry Potter with everyone else, and I tried not to look at the large Victorian-style frame that seems to reflect more than my image.

I approach Simon, shaking my head.

"What's going on?"

"I know what it is. It appears to be a shop of… anything."

"I'm curious how much. So, do they provide courage or power? That would be amusing."

"No idea… wait a minute… look here, on the list: Einstein's Intelligence, aisle fourteen. That should be something you like."

I'm deliberating. Einstein's intelligence is stunning, but it also necessitates his nobility of mind and good heart. Perhaps it's not for me. We agree to try at least one thing, so we start strolling around the lanes, dazzled by what we see.

SWORD EXCALIBUR, live Arthur's quest and return to your kingdom as a wise man.

"I suppose you'd be interested in that," my partner said.

I shake my head as I grasp his hand in mine. I'm not sure I want to take the first opportunity.

WISH WELL, as if you were still in need of it here.

HOWLER CATERPILLAR from The Simpsons.

GOOD MOOD IN THE MORNING.

"That would be good for you, sweetheart."

"Speak for yourself."

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES, to be consumed moderately.

"It can be a good whisky!"

My remark does not elicit an answer from my companion, who mumbles something about putting the past behind. I look up, and there he is. My heart races to the point where it appears to be about to capsize over my rib cage. I stretch my hand, uttering another stifled gasp, my finger pointing in the direction of the light.

STAIRWAYS TO HEAVEN, to see your dearly departed.

"No! Don't do it. We all recall what happened the last time you visited God. (*MK, Why this world - Let's just say it.) You're not going to do another apocalypse."

"I just want to see my grandfather; I need him."

"Look, you've already seen him once, and…"

"No way in a story. I need to meet him in person. I need to spend some time with him. Like when he appeared in my nightmares over the first few years after his death. I need it."

"Look at the fine print here."

He points to a poster that can be found on nearly every column in the store. I approach, intrigued and begin reading aloud.

"False hopes are not refunded, nor are persistent illusions guaranteed. We recommend a simple dose of happiness for increased enjoyment."

I smile at Simon, and we go down the alley of happiness. I exclaim at the same time as he, and then he shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

The happy lane returns us to our apartment, and I smile at the life lesson that has just been served to me. So, we go back to our living room, and the ark vanishes behind us.

Intriguingly, I notice a card still on the couch cushion and take it.

FOR ONE-DAY ACCESS TO THE MIRACLE MART - give it forward.

#sassenash writing #miracle mart #not a fanfiction

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chittychittypewpew · 2 years

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My greatest fears

The one that constantly makes me burst into tears

Maybe it’s just me and my habit of overthinking

Overthinking…

The only thing I do like and i always do

It’s what makes me split into two.. or maybe three switching countlessly

Because the other side of me feels that there’s more being offered to me from life and another one will give me another chances with all the dreams that build like a cotton candy … sweet

But the other try to drag me down and isolate myself from the rest because it made me feel like I’m living a lie force me walk on the darkest road

My fear is eating me slowly, piece by piece as it is not a race… it consumed me wholeheartedly

Being forgotten like the past that everyone wants to erase

Being ignored like the plants that want to grow but couldn’t be showered with love

Being neglected like the old toys that kids shove into a corner, because the new ones are the only one that they speak of

I have people around me that feel like they are doing their best for me

But I’m selfish and I want more because my boarders are harder to knock down than just finding something like a key

The borders that were built up so strong filled up insecurities, disappointments, and fears

Funny, I already feel my future will just be overflowed with a couple of drinks

Maybe light a few cigarettes on cold nights or hotly day

And take a risk of sitting on high heights

Because within these walls that I build, I feel that the only two people left are the Devil and I

Yes only the two of us

Chattering

Telling that it’s time to go and die

That I can’t be here no longer

Time is up and all will not be any better

I give him no reply…

Not because I am shy

But because I have killed my inner self to start anew at least three times already

I’m here, still alive … breathing today

Even if I constantly feel the fear of being ignored, it’s okay

There will always be a bay

Filled with people that have no walls

Where I can feel a sense of belong, loved, cared and with them I can stand tall

Although the fear always kicks in to my stomach, my face, my soul, and mind

I’ll be on my grind

Because that other part of me is still fighting and believes there’s so much more

I’ll then start myself for being the reason that I will fight for

I’ll go against my demon and start a war

As I have stood and roared

Because I’m sick of the walls that restrict not only me, but the people who genuinely love me for who I am

That fear that can easily think that it could conquer me, is wrong because I am no simple lamb

Once I have finished my battle

I will then go around and make my words rattle

Hoping that I will one day be able to help others

So I can help bring more colours

Into the lives of many, by starting with me sharing my own story

I want myself and others to not worry

But I don’t want to get ahead of myself as I still have a long way to go

I still need to spiritually and mentally grow and know

That as of now, I lift my chin up and smile

It’s of time that I try to change my lifestyle

So here I go again…

May my happiness contain with lovely and fond memories that will always make me feel like I have something to gain!

“ Life is Short Life is Long, it just constant battle within “

Love,

Chits

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

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You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

>>><<<

It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

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It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

>>><<<

Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

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abimess · 3 years

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The Halloween intruder

Jane Banner x Reader

Summary: After a hard day at work, all Jane can think about is getting home to you. However, what she finds is a threat. Little does she know that the supposed threat is your doing.

Warnings: just fluff I guess?

Hi, guys! Not much to say here hahaha tt's just a fluffy short story, I hope you like it. Also, requests for spooky season are open and are being prioritized so feel free to send them.

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Life can be somewhat ironic, if you stop to think about it.

Ever since she was a little girl, Jane had always dressed up as an FBI agent for Halloween. No matter how hard her parents tried to convince her to try new costumes, she always counted down the days to put on that agent costume.

But now, at the age of 32, being an FBI agent on Halloween was the last thing Jane wanted to be.

The thing is, crime increases exponentially during this time of the year, which leads to endless overtime work and coming home late.

The only thing that keeps the blonde going is you. Knowing that you would be home waiting for her was all she needed to keep working without complaining.

With a relieved and exhausted sigh, Jane leaves the official FBI headquarters. October 31 is finally over. Starting tomorrow she could work normally, or the closest to normal at least.

As the blonde parks the car in the garage, she already feels increasingly consumed by fatigue, her muscles tingling from incessant activity.

The only thing she wants at the moment is to hold you, so she steps out of the car with leisurely steps.

Looking at the windows, Jane sees the house lights are off. The blonde could never judge you for being asleep, it's almost one in the morning after all.

Walking to the front door, the blonde brings her hand to the doorknob with effort. But then she stops, eyebrows furrowed and muscles tensing. The door is open.

Jane doesn't want to think the worst, her throat closing at the possibility. But the combination of lights out, when you would normally wait for her, and the front door open, when she was so insistent about safety, couldn't be a good sign anywhere.

So the blonde enters the house quietly, one cautious step after another. Jane sharpens her senses, searching for any sign whatsoever of movement, but is met with silence and stillness.

"Y/n?" She calls out in a whisper, ignoring all her training, the blonde's only goal being to find you. "Y/n, where are you?" she calls once more, and the response remains to be silence.

As soon as she turns down the hallway, she is faced with the door to your shared bedroom open. Before she can enter the room, however, a figure jumps out in front of her.

It takes only a second for Jane to recognize that grotesque mask and overalls, having seen it several times throughout the month. The blonde had lost count of how many Michael Myers she had arrested these past few days, and this one before her would be another. If she didn't finish him off right there.

In one swift motion, the blonde knocks the person in front of her to the ground, and before they can think of getting up, she has them pinned down. As Jane holds the person's arms violently, her knee pressed hard against their back, the person groans and grunts in pain.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The person below her says, and Jane frowns at the familiar voice. "It's me!" The blonde widens her eyes next and removes the mask from the person underneath her to reveal your face, barely visible because of the darkness.

"What the fuck, Y/n!" Jane says, exasperated, getting up and turning on the light immediately. "I could've hurt you!"

"Relax, I like being beaten up by beautiful women." You joke as you stand up, your hand on your back as you try to contain a grimace of pain. Despite the playful smile on your face, Jane remains frowning, her expression furious.

"This isn't funny, Y/n" she scolds, her arms crossed in anger, "I carry a gun, it could've ended very badly."

You remain silent, the possibility of this evening ending in tragedy washing over both of you. Noticing Jane's hardened expression, you take a deep breath.

"Hey, I'm sorry," you say softly, moving closer to her and stroking her upper arms. "I didn't think this through. I won't do it again." You assure her and Jane switches her gaze between your eyes. A few seconds later, she snorts.

"You're lucky you're pretty." She says next and you scoff playfully. "Did you just call me stupid?" You ask, bringing your hand to your chest in a false posture of insult, and Jane lets out a giggle.

"Can you blame me?" She replies, her eyebrows raised in a mixture of defiance and faint hints of irritation, and you chuckle. "Yeah, I guess not." You relent, and Jane rolls her eyes.

"I love you, you idiot." She says, punching you in the shoulder and you giggle as your body is pushed back with the impact.

When you return to your original position, you step forward, your hands moving like magnets to the blonde's waist as hers instinctively seek your neck.

"I love you, Agent Banner." You reply, making Jane smile. Noticing her calmer (and less likely to try to kill you) you risk leaning forward, and the blonde meets you halfway.

As Jane allows herself to get lost in the kiss, she smiles against your lips. It's not possible that the love of her life was a goofball.

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Five)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 12.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?) sad oc, mentions of sex, kind of over the clothes action, drama, heated dance session lol, slight memory of sex, hair pulling, back scratching, mention of boner, second chances (?)

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May

Gloomy: The dictionary may describe it as hopeless and despairing but really it should just be a picture of your sad, sad face.

1 month…yes, one whole month has passed since you last spoke to Jungkook. No text, no calls, no random show ups, nothing. Gloom. Gloom. Gloom. Graduation came and gone so quickly…you walked the stage with your friends minus two but honestly you can hardly remember the event. You tried your hardest to be as excited as everyone else but the feeling of gloom stayed with you.

By the end of the month you finally started accepting he isn’t coming back and right around that time you actually heard from him—Jungkook that is. He sent you a pathetic text that he’s moving out and will be by to retrieve his things. More gloom.

The next couple weeks after that are a blur, you recall the sound of movers throughout your apartment. You didn’t have the courage to speak to him…you didn’t have the courage to even leave your room if you didn’t have to. You were so wrapped up in everything you didn’t even consider that fact that you will have to find a new roommate to cover the other half of the rent.

Every day just dragged on, every day a repeat of the last. Wake up, drown in black coffee, scroll mindlessly through your phone and work your full time job. You called in sick too many days already so you have to go or you’re at risk at getting fired. The same day, every day. The same gloomy fucking day.

Jimin tried to call or text every day to make sure you were like, alive. He apologized over and over for not telling you as soon as he found out about the Taehyung situation but he felt that if Taehyung was going to tell you then it is best it comes from him and not Jimin. You can understand that. He also frequently would show up at your apartment to surprise you but you rarely let him in. You did feel bad though, he’s just trying to be there for you.

Jimin 6:04pm

Please let me in?

Jimin 6:05pm

Well…I have some take out for you babe, ill leave it on the doorstep.

Jimin 6:05pm

Call me sometime ok? Love you

Guilt would consume your body but you just couldn’t deal with human contact right now.

June

Around month 2 you finally felt okay to see people again—your close people that is—aka Jimin was finally allowed in, he made you take a hot bath while he cleaned up for you and made you a proper meal. The amount of instant ramen containers lying around the place was by far one of the grossest things he’s seen. The shit that was growing…he shudders just thinking about it.

He would come over every day after work in the evenings. He left day time babysitting to Trina.

“Girl…all this over a boy?” she would constantly say.

You also tried applying for job after job, but the postgraduation life is harder than you thought…at least for you. Jimin landed a job as a kids choreographer, Trina starts up at one of the local elementary schools as a kindergartner teacher and you? You’re still working at the bakery down the street. You applied for many entry level positions in the marketing field but failed miserably in interviews…which only further discouraged you and worsened your mood.

It was also around this time you decided to finally delete Jungkook off all social media and block his number. You refuse to hear from him at this point…not that he was reaching out or anything. You wonder what he’s up to postgraduation? No, you don’t want to know or care. You considered hanging up a picture of his face on your wall so you could throw darts at it but you decided that was maybe on the crazy side. Taehyung sends you weekly texts, asking about how your day/week is going. He updates you on his life as well, apparently he got the curator assistant position at the museum that he wanted. You still feel hurt over everything but you are happy for him. It’s funny, you feel so betrayed over that but Jungkook is the cause of your gloom.

Every day just drags on, you feel heavy everywhere you go. Even when you’re just at home in bed.

By the end of the month your friends somehow convinced you to go on a date—a horrible date at that.

He was awkward as hell, a bad kisser and would lightly…tap your ass in attempt to be sexy. It was a disaster, you don’t even remember what the two of you even talked about at dinner. You just remember his tongue being horribly shoved down your throat and his weird ass tapping habit.

July

Then month 3 finally came around. A month where the weeks went by breathing became just a bit easier. Yes, any and everything still reminded you of Jungkook but it didn’t hurt as terribly as the previous months. By the end of the month you even agreed to your first real social outing. You are hesitant, but you agreed…

“I don’t know guys…a birthday party? We like, don’t even know the girl?” you frown, nibbling on the flesh of your bottom lip.

You are sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, clothes piling all around you as you try to decide on what to wear.

“You need to get out babe…plus it’s a friend of a friend, so it’s cool.” Jimin says holding up a rose colored crop top, motioning for you to nod yes or no to his suggestion. You cock your head to the side, deciding what pants to go with it.

“I have to say I agree with Jimin, y/n.” your new roommate Holly chips in, “Since I’ve moved in I don’t think I’ve seen you go out even once.”

“Also a party is the best place to find some easy dick.” Of course that’s what Trina has to offer.

“Yes to the crop top Jimin.” You point your head towards the shirt, “Okay don’t have to call me out like that Holly.” You glare at your roomie, “And Trina, we both know I ain’t ready for no type of dick.”

“So we’re looking for some pussy tonight?” Trina smirks, “Nice.”

You rolls your eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips, “Shut up.” you throw a pair of shorts at her face.

“But seriously y/n…Maybe Trina is on to something…” Jimin sits down next to you, crossing his legs in front of him, “Maybe this is a good chance to like—”

“If you say move on I will literally kill you.” You cut in, “There’s nothing to move on from!” you throw your hands up dramatically. “Taehyung used me, Jungkook wants nothing to do with me. And—”

“Then why aren’t you ready for any type of dick?” Holly puts in her 2 fucking cents.

“Because I don’t want to be associated with any boys! Jimin is the exception.”

“Somehow I don’t feel flattered by that…” Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder.

“When’s the last time you got off?” Trina abruptly asks. You turn your head in shock at her shamelessness.

“Trina!”

“Answer her, I’m curious too.” Jimin squints at you trying not to laugh.

“It’s…” your eyes slide to the side, “It’s been a while.”

Trina shakes her in disapproval, “Damn girl, really? My fingers constantly playing DJ, you know what I’m sayin?” Trina goes in for a fist bump but you just push her hand away.

“You’re gross.” You laugh out loud, and it sounds like music to everyone’s ears.

“I’m just real babey.” She flicks her hair back with a proud smile on her face.

Having these 3 around has no doubt helped you deal with the loss you feel. You feel like you are still mourning the dead. How’s Jungkook even doing? You’re too afraid to ask Jimin. Too afraid that he’s doing amazing without you. He must of realized how much better off he is without you around and that makes you feel small.

“Fine…” you mutter under your breath…Jimin snaps his head to look at you, his sly smile growing as he watches you fiddle with a short mini skirt.

“Fine what?” Trina asks with a smirk.

“Let’s find me some dick tonight.”

“Hell fucking yeah.” Jimin claps his hands together, “Tonight is about you!”

“y/n makes her debut tonight! She’s hot, she’s single and she is ready to mingle!”

You can’t help but giggle, your hands bunching up the material of the mini skirt as you look down at it, making your decision.

“Let me get ready and we can get this night started!” you rush to your feet, all the sudden feeling excited for tonight. You are going to actually do your hair and your makeup—you even shaved. You are definitely breathing easier tonight and you have to take advantage of that!

“Let’s do shots as we wait girlies,” Holly shows a bottle of rum she had hiding behind her back, shaking it in excitement.

“Naughty girl.” Jimin winks, standing to his feet, heading towards the kitchen to grab some shot glasses.

You get ready quickly, but taking your time where it counts. You give yourself a once over in the mirror and you have to say you are impressed. Your black jean mini skirt sits right below your ass, while your tits pop in this rose crop top. You wear short heels, and simple jewelry with just the right amount of makeup that makes your features stand out, and you have to say you would kiss yourself if you could—you look fucking good.

“woooooo” Jimin and Trina whistle out at the same time as they walk back in your bedroom.

“I’d fuck.” Jimin says plainly.

“Same as fuck.” Trina says bluntly as she swallows down a shot.

“Yeah you look pretty y/n!” Holly smiles, not really on the same level of honestly as your other two friends.

You burst into giggles, throwing your head back in approval. “Thanks guys…..Lets fucking do this.” You walk towards Trina and grab her shot glass, and you take the bottle from Holly, pouring yourself a shot.

“Ready to fucking mingle.” You gulp down the rum, the burn only encouraging you, the warmth stinging your entire chest and you couldn’t feel more content.

This house was one of the bigger ones, it was full of people and more people and like, more people. You managed to swallow down 3 or 4 shots back at your apartment and the alcohol is definitely working its magic on you, the world just a little nicer.

The amount of people doesn’t even bother you like it usually would, instead you find yourself barging through the front door and making your way to the dance floor with your 3 friends trialing behind you.

The heat of the living room is already intoxicating you, the amount of bodies rolling and grinding makes you feel loose and free. Before you know it Jimin is pushing a drink into your hands and you hug him gratefully as you begin chugging it back.

“Woah slow down, we have all night—actually fuck it, I like your spirit tonight!” he chuckles lightly, his hands going to your waist, rocking you to the beat of the blaring music. Trina and Holly disappear into the kitchen to grab more drinks while you and Jimin dance to whatever b…t…ah, forget it, you forgot the band’s name.

“Are you having fun?” Jimin slurs out, his eyes barely visible as he laughs at nothing.

“So much fun!” you yell out over the music then you lean down into his ear and whisper, “Thanks so much Jiminie…I know I was a little difficult…”

“A little?” he teases.

Jimin’s eyes travel behind you before they are widening. You notice, of course. You are about to turn your head to take a look at whatever he is seeing when his snaps back to you in panic, his troubled smile growing.

“Let’s go find Trina and Holly, yeah?” he tries to usher you toward the kitchen and you oblige. Too drunk and feeling too good that his odd behavior goes ignored by you.

“Kay!” you smile, hooking your arm with his. “Letsa go!” you say like you’re fucking Mario.

The two of you walk to the kitchen, finding Trina and Holly playing a game of beer pong with two random guys.

“Hello my bitches!” Trina hollers over the thumping bass, as she scores a cup of pong, her other hand on Hollys lower back.

“Wait, gotta use the bathroom, be right back!” you slur into Jimin’s ear, he just nods distractedly as he watches the game, laughter erupting his body for probably no drunken reason.

You walk back into the living room and start heading towards the other side where the bathroom is. The journey to the bathroom is fun, you accidently bump into a lot of people but they don’t seem to mind as they will just drunkenly smile at you and you would smile back in your own drunken daze. You skim the room with a dopey smile on your face, just admiring the crowd. You are shocked with yourself…you missed people and you cannot believe it. You continue to observe when your eyes land on tattooed hands. The hands are grabbing a handful of ass on the dance floor. You know these hands. Your eyes travel from his hands to his strong arms to his face…it is hiding in the nook of some girls neck and you feel like someone knocked the wind out of you. Jungkook.

He is kissing on some girl, no doubt leaving bruises behind from his attack on her neck. His hands cupping this girls ass so tightly, he guides her hips into his. You watch as she throws her head back in pleasure and you see him smirk. All his signature moves. You are left speechless. What could you even say? Why does this hurt? Why does this make you feel fucking sick? Why does it feel like you aren’t supposed to be witnessing this? Well, you know why but god, why?!

“y/n!!” It’s Jimin, jogging up behind you, “Fuck, I was trying to avoid you seeing this…” he admit softly, “I swear I didn’t think he was going to be here tonight…he didn’t seem that interested when I asked him about it…”

“It’s fine Jimin…” you mumble.

“Does it feel weird? Seeing him with this girl…?” Jimin is obviously trying to get you to admit something right now but you are not in the right head space to even give it a second thought.

“Why should it? Plus I’m used to this…she’s just some random girl for one night.” You twirl the ends of your hair between your fingers.

“Oh babe…” Jimin glances down at the ground, “This girl…she…he’s brought her to every party for the last month…” Jimin sounds as sorry as you feel.

The same girl? That’s impossible, you scoff. There’s no way Jungkook is actually seeing someone. But that doesn’t stop your stomach from twisting and turning and making you feel fucking sick.

“What do you mean?” you finally slur out, leaning your frame on Jimin.

“He brings her and they leave together too…” Jimin holds on to you, “I haven’t really asked him about her though.”

“Whatever. Fuck him, right? I won’t let this ruin my night.” You smile coyly, draping your arms around your friend. “Bathroom please.” You pout theatrically, pointing your head towards the bathroom.

“Okay let’s get you peeing in peace.” Jimin laughs, guiding you towards the door.

Once at the door, you knock a couple times to find that it is empty, “I’ll wait for you out here.” Jimin assures you.

Once inside the small room, you bunch up your skirt and pull down your panties, squatting on the toilet. You sigh in relief as you pee, but the relief you feel in your body stops when you recall the way Jungkook held and kissed this random but not so random girl.

Why should it bother you? It’s about time Jungkook got serious! But why did he have to dump you to achieve that? And why did It have to be with someone el…

You reach for the toilet paper, ripping it after a few sheets and wipe yourself as you drunkenly sing a tune. So what? You can easily replace Jungkook too!

You stand up, pulling your panties up and your skirt down and take a long good look in the mirror. Your hair is still intact, your makeup is only a little smeared—quick fix, and your tits are still poppin’. This night is just beginning, you decide. A whole new wave of confidence begins washing over you.

“Ready!” You pounce on Jimin’s back, he stumbles forward while laughing wholeheartedly.

“Should we look for Trina and Holly again? They’re probably still playing beer pong!”

“Sure.” You smile, walking hand in hand with Jimin as you make your way back to the kitchen.

Hours pass and you are now outside on the back porch piss drunk with your 3 friends and a couple new friends. Nick and his pal that you can’t remember the name of—but you remember Nick. He’s really tall and has nice muscles covering his body, his light hair is messy and looks like you would have fun pulling it.

“And that’s why I think aliens are already here bro, like they are probably here at this fucking party bro.” No name friend finishes his point. Nick holds in his chuckle as his drunk friend rambles.

“Totally bro.” Then his eyes land on you. Fuck, were you staring? Oh well, it’s best to get to the point. You two have been making eyes at each other all night and it’s time to make the next move.

“Hey Nick, wanna grab a drink with me in the kitchen?” you inquire with a sly smile.

Jimin’s eyes widen before he’s smirking “Don’t be silly, wrap that willy.”

Trina and Holly laugh at Jimin’s words while you turn fucking red with embarrassment.

“Sorry about him…” You excuse Jimin, but you continue to smile slyly.

Nick grins with all his teeth as he takes your hand and leads you back inside the house. His hand is much larger than yours and you are already imagining what his beefy fingers will do to your vagina. God, what’s his dick like???

You enter the kitchen and you and him walk towards the cooler full of beers, he lets you stand to the side as he goes to grab them.

“Nick!!!!” you hear a familiar voice and you wince. Jungkook stands next to the cooler, his hand wrapped around the girls hand, but he briefly lets go of it to dap up your fuck for the night.

“What’s up bro!” Nick returns the handshake, a wide smile on his face.

They know each other?

“I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight?” Jungkook’s hand goes back to holding on to the girl.

“I wasn’t going to but,” he nods towards you, “Glad I did.” He winks. Jungkook’s eyes follow Nicks nod and when he sees you stand there awkwardly he goes completely pale. Your eyes meet uncomfortably, Jungkook let’s go of the girls hand without a second thought.

“y/n?” he questions with a pained expression.

“You know her?” Nick asks, totally out of the loop.

You shift from one foot to the other, not really sure what to do or say. So you settle for his name. “Jungkook.” It feels foreign on your tongue. Like if you said it 3 times in a mirror a sinister ghost would come to murder you.

Jungkook opens his mouth then closes it then opens it then closes it again.

“Baaaaabe,” the girl next to him whines, “let’s get out of here already.” She says, not even acknowledging your existence.

Jungkook shamelessly eyes you up and down, his shock is very evident as he looks at you.

You can’t help but smile a little, knowing you look damn good.

“Let’s go too, Nick.” You saunter to his side, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

That’s when Jungkook knocks out of daze, his brows crease as he looks between the two of you.

“Wait—you and Nick?” he asks, completely amused.

“Is that a problem?”

“Nope.” Jungkook looks fucking smug as he smiles, his hand going to grab the girls hand again. “See you later?” he asks you. You of all people! “Uh? Probably not?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Jungkook winks, turning around to leave as he leads his girl out.

Nick just continues to smile, completely oblivious, “So cool that we all know each other!” he grips on to your waist.

“Wait, how do you know Jungkook?”

“We—”

“Wait, it honestly doesn’t matter. Let’s just get out of here.”

“My place?” Nick breathes into your ear, he pushes your hips into his crotch so you can feel his half hard cock.

“Why are you already getting hard?” you tease, leaning up to kiss his neck.

“Honestly, I can’t stop staring at your tits. And I am imagining all the things I want to do to them.” He confesses hotly.

The uber ride to his place is short, only 10 minutes and it goes by quickly as you two have one another’s tongues down each others throats. His hands traveling all around your body, he even manages to slip his fingers past your panties to feel how wet you are.

“Fuck I can’t wait to get you inside…” his rapid breaths fan across your face as you nibble on his neck.

“Gonna fuck me?” you whisper quietly, not trying to get heard by the Uber driver, but you could also hardly care if he hears you or not, he gets 5 stars.

“Want you to ride me.” He palms his cock through his pants as he imagines you bouncing on his cock for him.

“If you deserve it like a good boy.” You replace his hand with your own, rubbing him ferociously over his jeans. You haven’t felt dick in months and the feeling is driving you absolutely wild, you haven’t felt this needy in a long time.

The Uber comes to a stop, parking in front of an apartment building. He lets the two of you know you reached your destination. You and Nick giggle as you thank him and stumble out of the car as you follow him to his apartment. He would stop every few seconds to plant kisses on your lips and grab your ass with a tight squeeze. He groans and rolls his eyes back as he explores your body.

“Wait til we’re inside,” you breathe out, your voice silky as hell.

Finally, after a short, kiss filled elevator ride later you arrive at his front door. His lips never leaving yours as he pulls out his keys, fumbling with them until he finds the right one.

He pulls away for a second to unlock the door and desperately pushes it open to let the two of you inside. Your lips are already back on his as you two trip into the entry way of the apartment, you walk him backwards, until his back is against a wall.

The apartment is dark besides the living room TV, you take a second to pull back and admire Nick’s fucked out expression, the blue glow of the TV making everything feel surreal.

You dive back in to kiss him, he prods his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around with yours making you moan into his mouth.

“Hi guys!”

Your eyes shoot open, mouth still attached to Nicks. You push your head back, disconnecting from Nick and yank your head to the left where you see a wild Jungkook sitting on the living room sofa, his mouth full of the cereal he is eating. He is wearing the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on him.

“Jungkook?! What the fuck?” You spit out, totally fucking shocked. Like, obviously.

“Hey man…” Nick breathes out heavily, trying to speak properly, “I thought you would be at Vanessa’s tonight?”

“Nah,” Jungkook smiles, “Dropped her off and came home.”

HOME?

“H-Home?” You look between the two guys, what the fuck does he mean by that. This is Nicks place, right?

“Oh you didn’t know?” Jungkook nods his head toward Nick, “Nick here is my beloved roommate.”

“What the fuck…” you mutter under your breath, trying to understand the mother fucking situation. Were you about to fuck Jungkook’s roommate? Are you still going to is the real question?

“Wait, how do you two even know each other?” Nick starts to look antsy, “Don’t tell me she’s one of the girls you’ve fucked…come on bro, leave some for the rest of us.” He chuckles somewhat bitterly.

“No!” you’re quick to say. You begin smoothing out your skirt, then your hair. “We just…”

“y/n is my bestie!” Jungkook grins, putting the cereal down and standing up. He walks forward until he is making a triangle with you and Nick.

“Was.” You spit out harshly, crossing your arms across your chest. Nick just stands there confused as hell, looking between the two of you.

“Anyway, I should get going.” You turn your body to Nick, a look of apology on your face.

“What? We can just go to my room?” he slurs, tugging on his pants uncomfortably, his boner still apparent.

“Sorry, no longer in the mood.”

You pull out your phone to order an Uber when Jungkook takes your phone from you.

“I’m not drunk, I can drive you.” He offers. You push your head back in disbelief, how does Jungkook have the AUDACITY to offer that to you?

“Why the fuck would I want that?”

“So we can…” His eyes slide over to the ever growing confused Nick, “Talk.”

You haven’t spoken to Jungkook in 3 months and today is finally the day you are able to breathe a little easier and he just has to barge back in.

“Like I said,” You snatch your phone back from him, “Why the fuck would I want that?”

Nick shifts around uncomfortably, his eyes darting from you to Jungkook.

“Well, I am gonna head to my room…uh, bye y/n…it was nice meeting you…I guess…”

You and Jungkook both turn your heads toward Nick at the same time, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“Yeah, bye.” Jungkook dismisses his roommate, his jaw clenching.

“Nice to meet you too…”

Nick walks backward until his back meets his bedroom room, he looks at the two of you one last time before turning around to disappear into his room.

“I said, let me drive you home.”

“And I said, why the fuck would I want that?”

“y/n don’t choose now to be difficult.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you, his hands running through his dark, messy hair. His eyes shut in frustration, “I just want to talk to you.”

“And I don’t want to talk to you.” You take a step back, “Plus, how would your girlfriend feel if you took me home?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow, his mouth setting in a firm line.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Could of fooled me and like, everyone else.” You scoff.

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to say. While she’s not his girlfriend she’s also not not his girlfriend. It’s complicated.

“Can I please, just please, can I take you home?”

“No, Jungkook. The fucking audacity,” you scoff again, “You haven’t spoken to me in 3 months,” your voice fucking cracks and you feel like dying. “Don’t start now.”

“y/n…” he runs another frustrated hand down his tired face, “I didn’t mean for it to go this long…” “I don’t fucking care, Jungkook.”

You feel your chest begin to burn, and your eyes begin to gloss over but you won’t cry. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

“I want nothing to do with you.”

You stare at the phone in your hands as you begin ordering your Uber when he yanks it from your hands once again, he hides the phone in his back pocket and you snarl.

“What the hell Jeon?”

“I said I am driving you home so we can talk so that’s what we are gonna fucking do, okay?” he grabs your hand and begins walking you towards the front door. There’s something about Jungkook...you decide to listen. You watch silently as he puts on his shoes and grabs his wallet and keys.

“Okay…” you finally answer, your voice timid.

He said you guys are going to talk but the car ride has been mostly silent save the low radio playing in the background. Maybe it’s better this way, you think. You aren’t sober, that’s for sure but you also don’t think you are drunk enough to handle this properly. You decide maybe that’s also for the best.

“You sir, are a fucking asshole.” You speak up, your fingers playing with the zipper of your purse. The car smells like it always does, his fresh laundry car freshener and you get sucked into a million memories linked with this scent.

“I know.” Jungkook eyes you from the driver seat, you shiver from the running AC and so he turns it down, “There’s a blanket in the back if you want to grab it.”

“No thanks, don’t know where that’s been.”

“It’s clean, I promise.”

Your eyes go wide as you recall his last promise to you…”Just a few days. I promise.”

“Yeah, I don’t actually believe in your promises anymore.” You continue to pick at the zipper of your purse, your eyes never leaving the zig and zag of the material.

“I needed space y/n, fucking sue me.” He groans out, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Oh I wish I could.” You snap back.

You feel your chest burn and tighten again, your eyes slightly watering. You have to force them shut to keep from any tears growing.

“I called and texted you every day.” You whisper, his grip getting tighter on the steering wheel.

“I gave you a few days Jungkook. But I never heard from you until 11 at night one night telling me you are fucking moving out.”

“I know, that was…fucked up, I admit. But I had to do what I had to do and I just wish you would let me explain that—”

“No.” you cut him off, “You don’t deserve to explain anything.”

“You mean so much to me y/n…”

“Don’t.”

Jungkook pulls over on the side of the road, turning off the ignition.

“What are you doing?” you sputter out.

He clicks his seatbelt off his body and turns to face you, “Getting comfortable.”

“Why?”

“Will you look at me?” Jungkook tilts his head towards you, “Will you please look at me?”

“No.” you stay facing forward, your hands folded in your lap.

“y/n…please.” His voice sounds strained and you almost feel bad. Almost, but not quite.

You don’t need this…you don’t need him. Ouch, you feel pain in your chest as you think that…oh, the lies you tell yourself.

“Say what you need to say Jungkook, so you can take me home.” Your face stays neutral.

Jungkook sighs out, feeling almost defeated, but not quite.

“I…I am so sorry.” He finally says.

“About what?”

“Everything y/n.” his voice cracks and somehow you feel satisfied.

“You’ll have to be more specific if you ever want my acceptance”

“I know…the first thing I am sorry for is not telling you about Taehyung. That was…that was wrong of me—”

“No shit, but go on.” Your voice stays steady as you speak.

“I was worried about other shit, I was selfish and it’s taking me a long time to forgive myself…but I’ve thought a lot about it these last few months and—and…”

“Oh? You’re worried about you forgiving yourself? Shouldn’t you be a little more concerned about I don’t know, me?”

Jungkook frowns at your words, because well, you’re right. And he’s getting to that part but you keep interrupting him. But he lets you.

“Yes. I am most worried about you, of course.” He breathes out. “You have no idea what these 3 months without you have felt like…”

“Really Jungkook? If anyone knows its fucking me. I went 3 months without you too. You left me!” you start to lose your composure as you speak, your hands gripping on to your poor purse. “When I was going through a really hard time you straight up left me.” You whisper.

“Please believe me…I had my reasons. It was truly for the best y/n.”

“For the best?” you scoff. “You’re such an asshole.”

Jungkook winces at your words, he knows you mean them and that hurts him even more.

“Can you just trust me?” Jungkook blurts out.

Huh? You shake your head, disappointed he would say something so …well, ridiculous.

“Just stop, Jungkook.” You hesitantly roll your eyes, still shaking your head.

Jungkook licks his lips over and over, trying to figure out his next words.

“I really really,” he begins to lose it, his eyes darting all around the car. “just need you to trust me.” He blinks repeatedly, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular.

You, of course, do not believe your ears. Trust him? How could you possibly trust him?

“I just really…I really had my reasons y/n. And I’m sorry, but I just need you to just trust me, that I had my reasons and that I do care about you.” His voice is shaky and you’re uncertain how to take this information.

“I’m confused…” you begin, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want me to trust you? Even after you left me? Even after I ‘threw myself’ at you?!”

“You weren’t in the right head space y/n…you were vulnerable and…and you didn’t actually want me. You just were feeling used and rejected and needed something to make you feel wanted. To feel better. You wanted to use me for that and I couldn’t let you. But how much could I handle? You liked one of my friends, dated him…sort of, even slept with him and I had to be your shoulder to cry on when,” his breathing picks up heavily as he tries to speak, “it doesn’t matter.” He grits out.

You sit there…speechless. He wasn’t wrong, was he? You were feeling lost and rejected and used and you just wanted something or someone to feel better and who better than your best friend? But it’s also his fault you needed things to work out with Taehyung in the first place!

“Jungkook—”

“I’m not done.” He breathes out, his hot breath reaching your skin.

“I needed some space to think. But I realized I couldn’t properly think things through if I saw you every day, so yeah, I moved out. I’m sorry…” He runs a hand through his hair, a light chuckle makes it way past his lips “Then I met Vanessa.”

“I don’t want to talk about your little girlfriend.” You turn to face forward in your seat, your eyes glancing at the stop sign ahead.

“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend. But it is complicated.”

You continue to look straight ahead, your heart racing in your chest. The subject of “Vanessa” making you feel anxious.

“Complicated how?” you gulp.

“Don’t worry about it.” He laughs to himself, you turn your head to look at him.

“Are you serious, Jungkook?”

“We fuck y/n.”

“But it’s more than that right?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook bites down on his lip.

You look at him bewildered.

“Do you like her? Love her?”

You grip your purse in your lap, waiting for his answer. How would you feel if he answers yes? Are you brave enough to endure that answer? And if he says no? should you be happy? Should you feel relieved?

“No.” he closes his eyes, he folds his hands in front of him. “It’s complicated.”

You sign in relief—oh. Relief is the emotion you are feeling. Why? Why should it matter?

“Why are you telling me all of this?” you whisper.

“I want to be friends again, y/n.” he says softly, his eyes searching yours.

This is madness, how the hell could you save this friendship? Your face scrunches up and the first couple of tears slide down your cheeks, you shake your head as they continue to fall.

“You don’t know how this makes me feel…” you cry out. “I don’t even know how it makes me feel.”

You miss him, so fucking much and he’s right here offering himself to you. But you ‘re so hurt.

“y/n…I know I hurt you. But you gotta believe me when I say it is the hardest thing I have had to do…you understand that right? I had to do it…you understand right?” he begs.

“You were so quick to abandon me, Jungkook.” You drop your head into your hands, the tears uncontrollable now.

“I…” Jungkook begins to panic, his own eyes glossing over. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Please y/n…I can make it up to you.”

“Things would never be the same, you get that right?” you bawl into your lap, your words coming out broken.

“Please baby, I just need you in my life again…” Jungkook admits, his own words choppy. He reaches his hand to touch you, to his surprise you don’t flinch. His hand cups the back of your head and he begins to massage it softly.

“I have missed you so much and nothing I mean nothing can replace you.” He hesitates to continue, “trust me…I have tried.”

You sob into your hands harder, the weight of his words crushing you.

“I’m sorry Jungkook but I…I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he absorbs your words, his mouth falls open in shock. Don’t believe him?

“What—what do you mean? What are you saying?” his panic filled voice makes your stomach churn.

“I reject your offer. Now please take me home.” You lift your head and stare straight ahead. “I’m serious.”

Jungkook face twists into a bewildered expression, he doesn’t believe his ears. You…reject him?

“Wait—”

“I said take me home now.” This time you snap your face in his direction, the cold look in your eyes piercing his very soul.

“Okay.”

Hopeless: the dictionary describes it as without hope ; despairing. But in reality, it’s just a picture of Jungkook’s poor, poor face.

Jungkook parks in his designated spot in the lot of his apartment complex, he reverses in because why the hell not. So extra. His drive home was silent… not even the radio on a low volume keeping him company, just complete silence. He turns the car off but doesn’t make a move to get out, he just continues to sit here in his car and sigh out dramatically every 5 seconds.

He’s so confused and lost on what to do. He bangs his head against the steering wheel a few times just for the hell of it, he just…he didn’t think you would reject him. But honestly? Can he blame you? All he’s done lately is be selfish and mess up over and over again. But he wishes you could just trust him but he also wishes he could just tell you the truth. Maybe then you could understand his position and you wouldn’t be mad at him anymore. But he has to wait.

Jungkook’s head is still banging against the steering wheel when more thoughts of you bombard his mind. His breathing picks up and he starts to sniffle, he doesn’t want to cry but you just…you don’t want anything to do with him. He balls his hands into fists and hit the steering wheel over and over causing the horn to go off a few times but he doesn’t care he’s so upset, he just….

When Jungkook saw you tonight for the first time in 3 months he swears his heart actually stopped. He swears it raced so quickly that it just stopped. He let go of Vanessa’s hand so quickly because he wanted to rush to you and hug you close, he wanted to just feel you. Not having touched your skin for the last 3 months…he doesn’t want to imagine even another day.

A few tears slip past his closed lids, he chuckles darkly as he recalls you and Nick. He thought, wow, the universe is cruel and also hilarious. His fucking roommate? He shakes his head, laughing again but his lips remain downward. He feels so fucking helpless right now. But he deserves this, he deserves to feel this pain. He did this to himself and he’s fully aware of that.

Jungkook thinks of your face, he thinks of your smile, he thinks of your eyes and he cries harder, his tears landing on the steering wheel and sliding down landing on to his lap. Yes, he feels like all hope is lost but he knows he cannot give up. He will win you over again one day. He lifts his head and wipes his tear streaked cheeks with the back of his hand and breathes out steadily.

“y/n…” he whispers to himself. Your name leaves his mouth in frustration. He won’t give up. He can’t.

~~~~

“And they were roommates?!” Jimin shouts, a banana half sticking out of his mouth, Trina gasps and whispers “Oh my god they were roommates.”

“Yeah, it was a total shit show.” You bang your head against your breakfast table. Holly rubs your back as she sits next to you.

“Then what happened?” she pries further.

“Yeah what the hell happened y/n!” Jimin yells out.

“He asked to be friends again…and I totally rejected him. Maybe I was too harsh? He was so sad guys…it makes me think…I might agree to kind of being…friends?”

Jimin shuts his eyes as a frown decorates his face, he places a hand on his hip and he inhales a sharp breath, “Listen…you’re both my friends and of course I want you to be good again…but he hurt you …bad.”

“I know Jiminie, but his reasons…” you bite your lip, “Never mind.”

“Well, I don’t like it.” Trina butts in. “He fucking left you, remember?”

“Yes Trina, I fucking remember—”

“Then fucking act like it!”

“Trina relax,” Holly intervenes. “They have a long history, right? It’s hard to just forget about everything…”

Jimin stands from his chair, hands on both hips. “Fine, if we are doing this…then you better actually try. Don’t half ass shit, if you’re going to be friends then don’t be an asshole to him, don’t make snarky remarks…I know your ass.”

Jimin has a good point, you haven’t actually thought about how you will act.

“I’ll be a good girl.” You raise your right arm to salute him.

“Fucking smart ass.” He rolls his eyes.

“Are we serious right now?” Trina shakes her head, “You moped around for 3 fucking months y/n. You cried every time you even thought of Jungkook…which was a fucking lot.” She points out, “Listen, you stayed strong when you talked to him in the car. Don’t break just because you feel bad for the dude because he’s fucking pitiful. He doesn’t deserve your pity girl. He’s an asshole!”

“Trina, be nice.” Holly says sternly, reaching forward to grab on to Trina’s hand. Trina visibly relaxes and nods her head towards Holly and smiles softly.

You and Jimin share a look. Are they….?

“You…” You slam your eyes shut, Trina’s words ringing loudly in your ears. You know she’s right. “I’ll think about it some more. For now, I gotta get ready for work.”

~~~~

“Doesn’t Hazel look so pretty here?” Adam shoves his phone in your face as he gushes about his girlfriend.

“Yes dude, she’s so pretty.” You deadpan. “Now can you please put the brownies in the oven? We’re low.”

“Wait wait…here’s one of us together at the park.” He nudges his phone in your hands, you roll your eyes but you take it.

The two of them are sitting on a park bench, she’s leaning into his frame and they both have wide smiles on their faces. They seem so in love. And you know they are because fucking Adam reminds you every 20 seconds.

“Their love makes me sick.” Jade walks over, her hands patting down on her work apron, her tone is bland but she still tries to smile. “Like, we get it.”

“Who loves who more?” you begin with a toothy grin, “Adam to Hazel or Lenny to the sugar cookies?” you laugh while pointing at said Lenny stuffing his face with the reject cookies. Jade and Adam chuckle while they stare at him.

“Hey guys, really?” Lenny says with his mouth full. “You know I feel bad when we throw them away.” He pouts, crumbs decorating his lips.

“Lenny I catch you eating fresh ones all the time!” Adam points out.

“Sometimes they’re a little ugly…” Lenny reasons, “So I…”

“You don’t have to explain my guy, you just really love your cookies.” You hand Adam back his phone as you head towards the walk in freezer to take out the brownies yourself. You load up a tray and stick those suckers in the oven.

“You’re useless Adam.” Jade sticks a piece of gum in her mouth and chews obnoxiously “U-s-e-l-e-s-s. Useless.”

“You’re always so mean to me Jade what did I ever do to you?”

All 4 of you shoot your heads up when you hear the bell go off on the door of the bakery, its loud chime signaling the arrival of a customer.

“Oh.” Jade says while popping a bubble. “It’s your usual customer y/n.”

You tilt your head towards the front of the store to get a look at who she is talking about, and yup its him. Your most consistent customer who orders the same damn thing every single day. 2 oatmeal raisin cookies and that’s it.

“Can someone else just take care of him today?” you whine, “I’m not in the mood to argue.”

“You know he’s just going to ask for you…” Lenny says stuffing his face with another cookie.

“God damn it.” You huff out, you grab two gloves from the box on the counter and begin walking towards the front of the store.

You reach the front counter and take in your enemy—you mean, your customer.

“And what do I owe the pleasure Mister Oatmeal Raisin?” you raise a brow towards the man. He’s only a few inches taller than you, his hair is a sandy color today and you hate to admit it looks good on him.

“You know you could just call me by name.” the man sways side to side with a smirk on his face.

“I like Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He has been coming to this store for the last couple of months and you two…don’t necessarily get along swimmingly. He complains a lot and is a total smart ass. And you? Well, you’re not much better.

“Well, I’ll have my usual.” He smiles, “And you know the drill, please make sure there is a normal amount of raisins and not a million, I don’t want 8 raisins a bite. But one every now and then.”

You roll your eyes extremely dramatically, pressing the buttons on the screen for his order.

“Sir yes sir.” You salute towards him, “How could I not know the drill?”

“That’s the spirit.”

You spin on your heels and head towards the back to heat up his two cookies. You carefully select one cookie with barely any raisins and one cookie with a million, just like he didn’t want. You cackle to yourself as you place them in the baggy, feeling beyond satisfied.

“How haven’t you gotten fired?” Adam crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you, “And how hasn’t he complained about you? You do this every time I don’t get it.”

“He likes her.” Jade says plainly while scrolling through her phone.

“As fucking if!” you scoff, “He wants nothing but to annoy me!” But you can’t help but smile.

“He literally only asks for you every time you’re in.” Lenny reasons, “but you shouldn’t like him back…he likes the worst cookie on the menu. Sugar is where it’s at.”

You laugh at your coworker while walking back up towards the front of the store, reaching the counter.

“Your cookies!” you hand him the baggy with an evil smirk, “I hope you enjoy them.” You wink.

The man opens the baggy and inspects each cookie and with his own evil smirk he winks back at you, “Are we serious right now?” his sly smile doesn’t leave his face as he begins to complain, “You are such a brat.”

“$4 Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He hands you the cash, you put it away quickly and with a wide smile you gesture towards the door for him to leave.

“Min Yoongi.” He shakes the bag of cookies in front of him, “Not Mister Oatmeal Raisin.” He turns around and starts walking towards the door but before he exits he tilts his head to look at you one last time, “See you tomorrow…y/n.”

You feel a harsh blush creep up on your cheeks, or your whole face actually. Maybe your whole body. You feel taken aback he knows your name but then you remember you have a god damn name tag.

“Uh…yeah.”

“See you tomorrow…y/n.” all 3 of your coworkers mock in a deep voice.

“Shut up guys!” you whine into your hands, “Can we please just get back to work!”

~~~~~

A few weeks later

The drive to Jimin’s is a quick 7 minutes but you did take a little detour. You decided to stop at the pizzeria that’s on the way and grab a hot pizza for the two of you.

“Hehe.” You look over to the steamy food sitting in the passenger seat.

Jimin has been such a great friend to you all this time and you feel like you’ve never really thanked him…so, tonight you two are going to have a fun night in—he just doesn’t know it yet.

Who doesn’t love being surprised with food?

You pull up to Jimin’s apartment complex and after driving in circles you finally find a parking spot. You grab your purse, your backpack, and the pizza and make your way up to his apartment.

You knock on his front door a few times but get no answer. Maybe he’s not home? No, you definitely hear music coming from the other side…so, you decide to call him.

“Hello?”

“Jimin~ let me in!” you sing into the phone.

“You’re—you’re here?”

“Let me in already!” and with that you hang up and wait patiently outside the door.

A few moments pass before the door is opening up, when Jimin really registers that it’s you he’s kind of closing the door until only his face is shown through the crack.

“Ummm…yes?”

You quirk a brow at the boy, “What do you mean ‘yes?’ let me in!” you begin walking forward when a panicked Jimin opens the door wider to let himself outside and shut the door behind him.

“y/n…why are you here? Did we have plans tonight?” he looks down at the pizza in your hands.

“Not exactly…” you admit, “But I figured we could have a night in.”

Jimin frowns. Fucking frowns!

“Or not?” you say awkwardly.

You hear some sort of banging on the other side of the door and then it clicks.

“Oh? You have someone over?” you smirk.

“Uhhh…no. Nothing like that.” Jimin’s eyes slide to the side as he tries to think of what to say next.

“Babe—”

“Jimin!”

The door is being swung wide open and your eyes travel from some horrendous toes socks to some tight jeans to a striped t shirt to yes, Jungkook’s surprised face.

“Oh.” You both say at the same time.

You and Jungkook stare at one another for a few moments, neither of your eyes leaving the other when Jimin clears his throat.

“Sorry y/n. Jungkook is already over…” he gives you an apologetic smile.

“Is it just you two?” you ask quietly.

“Huh? Uh, yeah.”

You glance down at the pizza and think to yourself. You and Jungkook may not be friends but you can be civil? Yeah, totally! You can definitely be civil! You already bought this fucking pizza so you and Jimin are going to eat it! And you guess, Jungkook too.

“Okay, let me in.” you start shoving your way past Jimin, you watch as his and Jungkook’s eyes go wide.

“Maybe you didn’t hear him, but I am already hanging out with him?” Jungkook sputters out. He awkwardly moves to the side anyway to let you through.

“I can be civil with you Jungkook. Plus, I don’t want this pizza to go to waste. So let’s eat.” You walk through, nudging the pizza box into Jungkook’s hands, he takes it while looking at Jimin with shocked eyes.

Jimin just shrugs and follows you inside.

“Yeah, let’s eat.” He says nonchalantly.

Jungkook is left at the door with the pizza in his hands as he is left completely dumbfounded. He is malfunctioning.

“Jungkook?” you call out over your shoulder, “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

“Yeah, Jungkook hurry up!” Jimin smirks, he isn’t totally sure what’s going on but he kind of likes it.

“So what were you guys doing before I got here?” you shove an entire slice of pizza down your throat, the sauce getting left behind on your lips.

“I was teaching Jungkook some of my dance moves…we made a bet that he couldn’t learn the entire routine in 3 times…and—”

“Let me guess, he fucking learned it.” You laugh.

Jimin groans, his head thrown back as he begins nodding his head ‘yes.’

“So annoying! What can’t he do!” Jimin throws the pizza crust in the box and Jungkook immediately picks it up and eats it.

“Pshh, I could name a few things.” You point out bitterly. “But we won’t get into that.”

“Yeah, please don’t.” Jimin pleads.

“I’m curious…what is it you think I cant do?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you and your eyes darken in his direction.

“You really want me to?” you take a napkin and wipe your lips, “It’s nothing nice.” You admit.

“Oh then yes, please don’t.” Jungkook is quick to say.

“Yes, please don’t.” Jimin begs again.

The 3 of you are sitting on the living room floor, maybe only 30 minutes or so has passed by and it’s not too awkward. But it’s not necessarily comfortable either. Jimin looks between you and Jungkook constantly, waiting for someone to crack but neither of you really speak to each other. Both of you really only communicating with Jimin.

“So Jimin, are you going to show me another routine?”

“Why? So you can prove you’re the master of everything again? No thanks.”

“Jimin, maybe you can show me a few steps?”

Jimin smiles awkwardly while Jungkook is quick to burst out laughing. You snap your head towards Jungkook and raise your brows at him.

“Why is Jungkook laughing, Jimin?”

“Umm…” Jimin smiles softly, “You aren’t the most…”

Jungkook laughs harder as he watches Jimin trying to explain.

“Aren’t the most…?” You tilt your head towards the boy.

“C’mon y/n don’t make me say it…” Jimin drags out his words in a whine, he plays with his fingers, looking around the room awkwardly.

“Just say it Jimin.” Jungkook chuckles out.

“If you’re trying to say I’m a bad dancer, we all know that’s not true!” you defend once you catch on, you pout at the boys.

“Well…”

“You have both told me I am a good dancer!”

“Well, you know how to move. But steps…following a routine…that’s different. You aren’t very coordinated.” Jimin finally admits, a sheepish grin on his face.

“He means you can roll your hips but your feet are clumsy as fuck.” Jungkook says, still laughing at the situation.

“Shut up.” You glare at Jungkook.

“No, he’s right.” Jimin begins laughing as well, he looks at you and smiles. Well, if Jimin is saying it…maybe it might be true. It’s not like you didn’t kind of know. But still!

“Fine, whatever. Don’t teach me then.”

Suddenly, Jimin’s phone is going off and he rushes to the kitchen to answer it. You and Jungkook eat your pizza in silence, awkwardly catching one another’s gaze.

“So—”

“Don’t talk to me.” You cut in. Jimin isn’t here so it’s not like you have to be totally social with Jungkook.

“Oh.” Jungkook dramatically slumps his shoulders and pouts. You watch him as he throws a silent fit like the baby he is. “Okay.”

Jimin walks back into the living room looking annoyed, he stands between you two and throws a hand on his hip.

“I have to go down to the front office, there was a mix up in packages…I shouldn’t take too long…” he bites down on his plump bottom lip, “Please be civil while I’m gone. Jungkook…” he looks at the boy then at you, “y/n…” he warns.

“Sir yes sir!” you salute towards your friend with a straight face.

Jimin only narrows his eyes as he looks between you two.

“I’m serious…” he says.

Then he is putting on some shoes and heading out the front door, the soft click making you shudder. You’re alone with Jungkook.

A few minutes pass and you both awkwardly just sit there, sometimes catching the other looking. You finally huff out and accidentally giggle.

“What’s funny?” Jungkook’s curiosity getting the best of him.

“It’s just…I feel like we’re Jimin’s divorced parents and we’re trying to be civil for our child.”

Jungkook stares at you with scrunched brows, then looks away while a chuckle escapes his lips.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

You only nod your head in response. You two go back to the awkward silence.

You aren’t used to this…this awkward and odd silence that lingers between you two. It feels so fucking suffocating you almost wish you were on total talking terms so you didn’t have to endure this shit show.

“You know I could…no, forget it.” Jungkook bites his nails as he speaks, “I…”

“What?” you don’t mean to snap at him, but somehow even talking with an attitude feels better than not talking at all.

“I was going to say…I could teach you some steps…then you could surprise Jimin. He’s been working on a salsa piece…I can teach you some? Then maybe he will stop talking shit on your dancing.” Jungkook laughs awkwardly.

“Wait—he talks shit?!” somehow this doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“Only a little.” Jungkook shows you how little with his pointer finger and thumb. “But uh, want me to show you?”

“I don’t even want to talk to you, you think I want to dance with you?” you raise a brow in amusement. You forget this boy has all the audacity.

“Dancing doesn’t have to have any talking.” Jungkook states with a sly smile.

“So you’re just going to show me the steps?”

“Precisely.”

You don’t know why, but this sounds better than actually speaking and/or just sitting in miserable silence. And maybe, just maybe you have a desire to be close to him.

“You think I could learn in time before Jimin gets back?”

“With me as your teacher? Definitely.” He fucking smirks at you and you can’t help but feel that feeling in your stomach. Not necessarily a bad feeling but a fucking feeling.

Jungkook stands to his feet and extends his hand out to you for you to take.

“Here, stand up.”

Your eyes travel from his hands to his eyes and you blink lazily at him…wait, you’re really doing this? He stares down at you and he smiles softly and it creates a warmth in your chest that you’re trying so hard to ignore. You can’t.

Even so, you hesitantly begin to reach up to grab on to his hand, once your skin touches his you feel it. The burning. You should be used to it but right now, the fire is raging and the heat is almost too much. But you let him close his hand over yours as he helps you up.

You’re now standing in front of one another, in complete silence again. But this time it’s not awkward—no, it’s a different type of tension. Your hand lingers in his, neither of you brave enough to let go of the other. Jungkook looks down at you and you up at him, and you feel a million things. But the number one thing you feel is pain. You slowly pull your hand back and break eye contact with him, your head dropping low.

“Show me already.” You whisper.

“Shh, no talking.” Jungkook quietly demands. “Only speak with your body.” He puts some music on the speakers and smirks at you.

Jungkook steps closer to you and you stay grounded in your spot, you can feel the heat of his body begin to radiate and warm you. One of his hands find yours, he weaves his fingers through your own and puts one hand on your hip, he looks down at you to warn you this is how he will guide you.

“Just follow me.”

“You said no talking Mr.Jeon.” you say almost under your breath as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook rolls his head back with a smirk on his face, he looks at you and nods.

He puts his left foot forward and steps with his right foot in the same place at center, then puts his left foot back again. You try to copy his moves but even with such simple steps you step on his feet. He looks up at you disapprovingly. You only smile at him.

You two continue to try these steps until you finally manage to understand them even just a little bit. Jungkook brings your body closer to his as you two move your hips to the music while following the simple steps. His chest flush against your own, his heart beating so loudly you can feel it. Your heart isn’t any better. You start to finally get the hang of it, the music slowly taking you to another place. Jungkook moves his hips to the beat so flawlessly and honestly? You’re doing pretty fucking good if you do say so yourself.

Jungkook’s grip on your hip tightens as he grinds himself closer to you, you feel lightheaded as you two dance to the song. Your breathing getting just a little heavier and you feel lost and pathetic but you’re too immersed in the dance to care. Jungkook finds his head falling into the crook of your neck, his hot breaths fanning against your sensitive skin and you find your hand skimming up his back until you have a handful of his hair. You lightly tug on his locks and Jungkook quietly groans. You don’t know if you’re even doing the right steps anymore, your feet moving all around the place, but somehow it’s working. You’re still following his lead and you’re sure the dance looks somewhat okay. All you care about is how both of your hips move to the beat of the music and into each other. You two are so in sync its driving you nuts.

Jungkook lifts his head and watches as you close your eyes and he closes his own eyes, his head falling forward, your foreheads close to touching. You feel so dizzy, so light and airy, so fucking great like you’re floating. You can’t help but feel the heat creep up your entire body, you feel sweat start to build as you two move. You tighten your hands around Jungkook’s neck and pull him down impossibly close, until his forehead is touching yours. Your harsh breaths mingling with his. You get dragged into the memory of when he had you pinned to his dorms mattress, you recall how his lips left kisses all along your throat, his hot breath reminding you of the past. You think of how he rolled his hips into you effortlessly then as well, you think of how you scraped your nails down his back as he thrusted into you. God, you need to think of something else but Jungkook is filling your mind.

Jungkook’s breathing picks up again, as does yours. Your memories making this dance that much more sensual. You remember the way Jungkook nibbled on your ear as he let filthy words spill from his mouth when he fucked you. God, you should not be thinking this but his body feels so good. God, you should think of anything…literally anything else. You remember how he held you close much like how he is right now. You two continue dancing to the song that is soon coming to an end. You know exactly how it feels to have Jungkook inside you, moving and stilling. You know exactly what it feels like to come all around his cock. God, you need to stop. You need to slow your breathing. God, you…you…you...he continues to guide you along to the music when you feel something hard poke against you. Oh. Oh. OH. Hard. He’s hard.

Immediately, you pull back and take several clumsy steps backward. You blink at him with wide eyes when you realize that maybe he was recalling the same memories as you. Your wide eyes concerning Jungkook.

“Okay, that’s enough lessons for today.” Your harsh breaths don’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, his own breathing quite unsteady.

“Right.” Jungkook mumbles.

You two stand around for a few moments, just taking in the experience you just shared.

You still feel…how do you feel? You just shared a hot dance with your best friend? Wait—ex best friend? You don’t know. The memory of his body moving with yours, his skin touching your skin, his breaths on your neck, his hair balled up in your hands. God, it felt so good.

But so wrong.

“Umm…thanks.” You finally say.

Jungkook perks up at the gratitude, even if it’s somewhat forced. His frown turns into a small smile and you can’t help but smile back.

“I miss you y/n.” Jungkook instantly regrets it by the look on your face. Your expression turning hard. “Sorry I—”

“No, I miss you too.” You answer honestly. “But this doesn’t change anything.”

“But why not? Do you really not want me in your life for like, ever?”

Jungkook’s questions settle deep within you. The depth they hold…it’s too much. You wonder? Is this anti-Jungkook thing permanent? Or are you just trying to teach him a lesson?

Jungkook rubs his temples as he thinks, he sighs out instead of talking more.

“Not forever.” You finally say. Jungkook looks at you, a sliver of hope flashes across his face.

“But when?” he asks softly.

Yeah y/n. When? You know you both can’t go back to how things use to be but maybe starting over? God, you don’t know what to do! You know someone like Trina will be disappointed you became friends with Jungkook again so quickly, but you know someone like Jimin would be happy his two friends are back to being on okay terms. Why are you trying to please everybody? What do you want?

“Will you ever give up?” you say a little more lightly.

“No…” he says under his breath, his eyes focusing on the TV. “Not until you agree to be my friend again.”

You look at Jungkook with disbelief written all over your face, this boy has the fucking audacity once again. You’re amused though.

“Excuse me?” you say, cleaning your ear out with your point finger. “I didn’t catch that.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, his eyes are large and doe like and it brings you back to every moment ever that he has given you this look.

“You’re stuck with me until you love me again.” He says more firmly.

“Who said,” you look at him with soft eyes, “That I ever stopped loving you?”

Jungkook smiles, he fucking smiles. His adorable bunny smile that makes your heart race.

“You still love me?”

“Only a little.” You jut your lip out, “I mostly hate you.”

Jungkook only frowns for a second before he is smiling again, “That’s fair.”

The two of you stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes, you sway back and forth wondering what you want to say to him—you miss him, of course but…

“Let’s take it slow.” You finally break the silence. You miss him more than anything and it might be worth it to have him in your life again, “You aren’t going to be a priority in my life anymore.” You crack you knuckles, the sound filling up the room.

“I know,” Jungkook feels his heart twist at your words but at least it’s something. “We can go however slow you want y/n.”

“You are on—”

“Thin fucking ice, buddy. I know.”

You exhale a shaky breath, thinking about how to go about this, “We can text every now and then, I’m not sure I want to hang out with you quite yet.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe a group hang out first…”

“I’d like that.”

Jungkook reaches over to grab your hand but you pull back, “That’s a no from me for the affection.”

Hurt flashes across Jungkook’s features but he softens up as he nods his head. “Noted.”

You wonder if you’re making the right decision. This wasn’t easy, you know? This actually felt quite hard. But somehow you feel like some weight has been lifted off your shoulders, like things maybe just maybe will be okay.

“I won’t push myself on you, I promise.” Jungkook sits back down on the floor, crossing his legs.

“Just be yourself, Jungkook.”

“If I wanted to be myself I would be hugging you right now but that’s apparently off limits.” He jokes.

“One hug.” You open your arms timidly. You feel one hug can’t be too bad?

Jungkook widens his eyes in pleasant surprise. He stands to his feet again and opens his own arms.

“C’mere.”

You watch in disbelief as he grins with his arms wide open, expecting you to go to him! And you do. You fucking do.

His arms wrap around you, he pushes you into his chest and you feel so fucking good. So warm, so cozy. His scent making you feel dizzy again, his warmth causing you to heat up. You lean back and look at his content face, he honestly looks so fucking content. Like, this hug is everything to him. And maybe it is, but you don’t know that.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” you both snap your heads toward the front door to see Jimin standing there with a package in his hands.

“I can come back later?” he smirks at you two.

“No no no no!” you drop your arms from hugging Jungkook and take a few steps back, “We were just—”

“We made up, Jimin.” Jungkook says calmly with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“We’re taking it slow!” you rush to say.

“Oh?” Jimin winks, he walks forward until he’s in the living room joining you two. “Does this mean you will be joining us this Thursday at Jungkook and Nick’s place?”

“Huh?”

Jungkook shifts on his feet, “Yeah, uh, me and Nick are having a small get together on Thursday…you can bring whoever you want…but you’re definitely invited.”

“Before I answer that…Jimin how did you not know about Nick and him being Jungkook’s roommate?”

“Listen! Jungkook is always HERE! I never go over there! The few times I was there Nick was never home okay?!” Jimin whines obnoxiously.

“Okay, whatever. And Jungkook, I said—”

“You said group hang outs.” Jungkook pouts.

Oh. You did say that. But this soon? And is she going to be there?

You chew on your lips before answering, “Okay. But I’m bringing Trina and Holly.”

“Oh bro, Trina is not your biggest fan.” Jimin cuts in.

“Yeah, I know how she is I already anticipated that.” Jungkook shrugs, he looks at you with a small smile.

Okay, starting over? Taking it slow? Can you and Jungkook do this? You look between the boys and smile,

“Okay. See you boys on Thursday.”

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