#I should've started with 'Kick in the Teeth' though it seems--they got it almost as soon as I started the chorus

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 20

"Kick in the Teeth" by Hippo Campus

#song of the day #(the lyrics i put on my post earlier are from 'A Little Faster' by There For Tomorrow. it was playing in my head earlier) #Hippo Campus is on the Lollapalooza list for 2024 and I was talking to my brothers about the names we recognized #I like Hippo Campus a lot. very fun band name and then a lot of excellent songs #I sang about half of 'Yippie-Ki-Yay' before giving up on the boys recognizing it and then I sang the chorus for 'Moonshine' #I should've started with 'Kick in the Teeth' though it seems--they got it almost as soon as I started the chorus #apparently top of the list for Hippo Campus songs recognizable when sung by me alone #(I would never have tried 'buttercup' I couldn't make that sound at all like the actual band version) #anyway they're a good band these are all songs I recommend! 'Yippie-Ki-Yay's maybe my favorite but 'Kick in the Teeth' is close behind #'so when you go home could you think about me? I'm about as lonely as a cowboy could be #and a night without you's a kick in the teeth / so when you go home could you think about me' #(though I must say I'm a little surprised they didn't recognize it from the way my voice hooks on the pre-chorus #'think I need a little more / than what he's askin for / think I need a little more you' that 'you' is very distinctive)

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

Hi there if possible could we get a Monkey reborn where he is Jealous please?<3

I think that Reborn Wukong is the most easily jealous out of the four Wukongs that I'm going to write. Make this before the movie. Definitely will be making a fluff taking place after the movie and involving Fruitie. Enjoy!

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He couldn't help it. He was just… naturally territorial, especially when it came to you. In his defence, though… How dare that bastard even look at you like that? How exactly? With his eyes. That punk that ran the Inn you all were resting at for the past three days had no right to look at his goddess or have the audacity to openly flirt with you in front of him. 

Since you all checked in, whatever his name was had continuously given you the sweet eye, but you either didn't notice it or didn't care. In Wukong’s mind, your innocently pure soul didn't see it, since you didn't.stop.talking to what's his face. He wasn't anything to look at really, Wukong was taller than him and compared to the Monkey King, the human was a twig, and that was saying something.

I could take him out easily. He thought to himself as he watched with narrowed eyes as you spoke with the male with Wujing. His punishments would be limited considering his master already went to bed, so the only thing he had to worry about was your wrath. Sun Wukong, The Great Sage Equal To Heaven, the Monkey King, the Demon King… couldn't stop himself from boiling over with pure jealousy at the fact of human male audacity.

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a second?” He asked through gritted teeth as he tried to remain calm. 

“In a sec,” 

You should've taken this as a sign, but the conversation with the mysterious stranger was too exciting, you didn't see the signs. The poor Demon King was seething and on the verge of dragging you away by force, but he knew better than to do that. 

“(Y/n),” he once again tried to get your attention. 

“Can't you see we’re talking?” the male looked at Wukong in slight annoyance, yet you still didn't see the red flags… not till it was too late. 

“Wukong!” you scolded and were about to run over to check on the poor guy who was kicked through three trees, but Wukong grabbed you by the arm and dragged you away. “Wukong, listen to me!”

“No, you listen!” he finally snapped as he turned to look at you. “I don't know if you realized this, (Y/n), but you're mine,”

“I know that,” you always got so flustered when he reminded you of that fact, especially when he said it in that growl that gave you goosebumps.

“That punk was flirting with you, and you let him!”

“What are you talking about? He wasn't flirting with me,” You were kinda oblivious to others flirting, getting used to Wukong being the only one to flirt with you. He sighed heavily and turned away from her. 

I should've known… He thought to himself. 

“It was obvious to everyone that he’s been flirting with you since we got to this piece of shit temple.”

“C'mon, Sunny, that's not nice,” you said and got him to release you.

That wasn't true… was it? You really did think he got a bit too comfortable with you, but you just thought he was being hospitable to a travelling guest… apparently, not everyone saw it that way.

In all honesty, since you started dating Wukong a little over a year ago, the advances of other men seemed to naturally filter out of your head. You only saw Wukong in that light, there was only him for you and you for him. Of course, he knew this, but he has had too many restless nights about some human man taking you away from him.

“What the hell was that for?!” The human looked at the Demon King with narrowed eyes as he stormed back over holding his arm. 

“You're getting too comfortable with my woman,” he snarled as he got in the male’s face. “So I gave you a light warning.”

“Light? You almost killed me!”

“But I didn't,” he tilted his head slightly. “Is that little body so weak it can't withstand a little kick?” he raised a brow slightly.

“Okay,” you immediately got between the two to avoid your boyfriend giving the male any more ‘gentle warnings’. “That's enough.”

“I'm just talking,” he looked at you with a much gentler expression. He turned back to the human male with a glare when he scoffed in disgust at the new information. Wukong’s manly instinct was right, the bastard was just trying his hand to bed you. 

“You're actually with this hairy demon?” he looked at you in scorn. 

“Pardon?” you couldn't help but question him. 

“I didn't think a beautiful girl like you would degrade yourself being with an unwanted mongrel-” Wukong's mouth opened slightly in shock as he looked from the male you'd just punched to you. 

“You better not dare speak ill of him ever again,” you warned, giving the man a menacing glare that pleased and made the Monkey King smirk at you. He could kiss you at that very moment. “Unwanted mongrel? He's mine. He may be a demon, but he is more wanted and loved than you could ever dream, and with a personality like yours, I understand why you're single.”

He'd never thought it possible, but he was immediately more in love with you at that moment than before. Yes, he was yours, all yours. Unaware, Wukong straightened up while his prideful expression turned to the man holding his now swollen cheek. He knew how it felt to be hit by you because he had been hit many times before. Even though you would feel bad and apologize when you hit him too hard, treat him like your little baby afterwards.   

“Whatever,” the male scoffed and walked away, not wanting to risk either of you hurting him more. 

“Big jerk,” you grumbled and puffed your cheeks slightly in frustration. He smiled slightly at your display before he took the hand you punched the guy with and kissed each knuckle softly… which not only calmed you down but made you extremely flustered.

“That's my girl,” he smirked a bit at you before he intertwined your fingers with his. He couldn't help that he was protective, he just didn't want to lose you. You were his everything, his anchor, his peace, and his love. 

“Wukong~” 

Oh, no… He knew that tone and, as he looked at her, that smirk. 

“What is it?” he questioned, as if he didn't already know what you were going to ask.

“You wouldn't happen to be… jealous, would you?”

“No,” he huffed and folded his arms. “I just don't like that some bastard thinks that he can flirt with you in front of me.”

“That's jealousy,” she chuckled, but hugged his torso and buried your face into his chest. “Foolish Monkey King. Don't you know that you're the only person I’ll ever love?”

“Yeah… but I'm not a person” he mumbled stubbornly, trying to ignore you, but his blush gave him away. He found comfort in both your words and your embrace. You could tell that the demon king was starved for touch and affection. He was weak against your simplest advances.

“Wukong, look at me. Come here,” you said as you reached for his face. Instead of lowering himself as you wanted, he picked you up by your thighs and brought you to his level.

“Hm?” He tilted his head, smug as ever to see your expression as he held you in his arms.

“Look, I don't care if you think you're just a devious demon that only does wrong… I know that you have the purest heart and soul. I love you, you stupid demon, nothing and no one will ever change that,”

You hugged him tightly, making him tense, but quickly relaxed and buried his face into your neck. You always knew just what to say to warm and make his stone heart, which he swore he didn't have, race and have him weak to you, just puddy in your hands. 

“I love you too, peach.”

“You don't need to be jealous, especially not of someone like him,” she assured, and though you doubted mere words soothed his worries, they did. 

“Good.” he tightened his grip a bit. Because you're mine.

“I am…” You smiled and held his face as you pulled back. “And you're mine.” That made him smirk at you before he carried you to bed to get some… sleep, and cuddle… a lot.

#reborn sun wukong x reader #monkey king reborn #request #x reader #monkey king #sun wukong #wukong #reborn sun wukong #reborn #reborn wukong

[watcher-servant]

Rusted Arc dialouge lines

This took way longer than it should've, but I did it.

Side note: His 3rd Ascension is a reference to Ragna from Ragna Crimson & Guider to the eternal edge from Granblue fantasy. He is a 3 star servant coming from an event.

Also, the Witch of the Holy Night Collab is coming out for FGO, and Aoko and Soujuurou look amazing. It also applies to Alice as well, but Alice and Aoko take the cake on NPs for the event.

Summoning (pre event): Greerings, I am the rusted knight, guardian of the Ever after. What's that, a fairytale, I see so you have servants connected to stories. Well then master, what story are you trying to tell?

Summoning (post event): Well, didn't think I see you again. Glad to see you again, Master of Chaldea. Since you helped me, it makes sense I do so in return. So master what will you have this freelance knight do?

Level up 1: Oh, I felt a change, it's almost like some chains have been lifted.

Level up 2: Mastery is a journey that almost never ends. I wonder what step is this?

Level up 3: Seems I reached a new step in my journey. Don't worry I'll always be of help when you need me.

1st Ascension: This form, never thought I see this face again. I guess proper introductions are in order. My original name is Jaune Arc. Though at this point it may not mean much to anyone.

2nd ascension: Hmm no changes huh? Well that's fine, though I didn't expect to return to my 19 year old self. Though it is nice Juniper recognize me instantly.

3rd Ascension: This...what is this apperance? These scars, my hair, and yet the strangest thing is, I feel so close to my aura. I think I reached a new understanding.

4th ascension: So, this is my limit as a Pretender. It's not bad, for a time I only accepted the role as the Rusted Knight just so I can survive. Though now, I owe a lot to the original guardian, if it wasn't for them. I shudder who or what I could've become.

Battle start 1: Despite the apperance, I'm tougher than you think?

Battle start 2: Now then what plan, would work on them?

Battle start 3: Which would you prefer, sword, fist, kick or a headbutt from a stampeding animal?

Battle start 4: Let's see what I can create?

Skill 1: *drinks from a cup* Thank you *hands it to a genial gem*

Skill 2: Think you can get past my shield?

Skill 3: Focus...*Quick burst of aura*

Skill 4: Gotta remember the basics.

Attack select 1: Got it

Attack select 2: Understood

Attack select: Grit your teeth

Noble phantasm select 1: As my decree of the rusted knight

Noble phantasm select 2: So shall we hear a quick tale?

Noble phantasm select 3: Looks like we reached a crucial point.

Noble phantasm select 4: A new chapter is about to begin

Extra attack 1: Go Juniper!

Extra attack 2: Get ready to fly

Extra attack 3: I'll mow you down

Extra attack 4: Now fall!

Noble phantasm 1: After all the leasons she learned, and the friends she made and lost. Who has she become? The leaves in the tress rustle on the wind. There was one question. Who are you? [Ever After]!

Noble Phantasm 2: I hope your next journey is more kind to you. [Ever After]

Noble phantasm 3: Everyone one is in place don't worry I'll patch you right up. [Aura Amp]

Noble phantasm 4: I got your back just leave the defense to me. [Aura Amp]

Damage from phantasm: I won't fall not yet!

Defeated 1: So...this is where my journey ends

Defeated 2: Finally I can rest...I leave the rest to you.

Battle finish 1: Looks like we made it.

Battle finish 2: *Sigh* that took more than I thought

Battle finish 3: Just like that job is done.

Bond lv 1: Oh is there something you need master. Or did you come to pet Juniper?

Bond lv 2: Despite me bearing this title, there was another knight in the Ever After. The best way to describe them would be...my mentor

Bond lv 3: Won't lie I feel really out of place here. There's so many heroes around...if I was my child self. I know he would ask for a autograph...or to train them.

Bond lv 4: What? Surprised I can play guitar? I'll be honest it's been so long I didn't think I could. Guess the muscle memory remained after so long

Bond lv 5: Didn't think I reached a place Ike this. I won't lie I'm surprised I was actually summoned as a servant. Trust when I say I wasn't anyone worth remembering...though most likely it was my connection to my mentor that I ever reached here. To be honest there's probably more deserving from my world that should be here...yet here I am.

Dialogue 1: Oh hello master, you mind helping me brush Juniper? Trying to get some of this loose fur.

Dialogue 2: The master servant contract. To think you manage to hold so many, I think that speaks volumes to kind of person you are.

Dialogue 3: To think I can use and mold my aura like this. The possibilities I can do...let's try test them out master.

Dialogue 4 (Child servants): Hmm what's that? You wanna ride Juniper, I don't mind and pretty sure she doesn't mind either. You guys gotta take turns though at least 2 at a time.

Dialogue 5 (Jeanne D' Arc): Hmm there's something about her...that just makes me feel odd. It doesn't help she looks like one of my sisters. Plus her name as well...an ancestor maybe. Huh? Oh uh...it's nothing.

Dialouge 6 (Jeanne Alter): Oh its...wait somethings off. Jeanne Alter? Hmm so there are servants with counterparts. Something tells me she's really caring, despite her attitude.

Dialogue 7 (Voyager): Hmm to think I meet the original Voyager servant. So far there's only 2 of us, but I think we found good company in our current classes. Seems even Juniper took a liking to you.

Dialogue 8 (Deck of heroes reference): It's strange, I swear it was my first time fighting along side them. Yet I could feel I can trust them. A lingering trust...can't be right.

Dialogue 9 (Tamamo no Mae): Hmm, Hmm huh oh Tamamo no mae right? No, it's uh, it's nothing. No, wait, what are you? HEY!?! OH ohhhhhh

Dialogue 10 (Oberon): Fairy King Oberon or Vortigern? Either way, you wouldn't be the first liar I've been around. As you're the first pretender I'll give respect, but that doesn't mean I'll fall for your lies. Dealing with a certain cat was more than enough

Dialogue 11 (Hephaestion): Pyr...no sorry about that. You reminded me of a old comrade from long ago. It's nice to meet you Hephaestion...quick question you mind a spar?

Dialogue 12 (Tlaloc): Wait you embody a city? That's pretty cool...though a part of me is worried if the Ever After takes a servant form. No wait...the blacksmith is the closest I can think of.

Dialouge 13 (Alessandro): The grand scam artist. I'm not interested in any of your tricks

Dialouge 14 (Lady Avalon): Hmm..Lady Avalon? It's a pleasure to meet you though and if you don't mind me asking...what is Avalon like?

Dialouge 15 (Mordred): Oh its you Mordred, something you need? A sparring partner...alright then.

Dialogue 16 (Atalanta or Atalanta Alter): Oh Atalanta, I believe it's my day to watch over the kids. Don't worry me and Juniper will watch them.

Dialogue 17 (Diarmuid): Seems that curse of yours is still causing you trouble? If you want I think we can seal it for a moment. Oh it seems that's that needed. I wonder how different you fight with swords

Dialogue 18 (Medusa): Hmm, think Pegasus and Juniper might get along. I think they would and it seems she likes you as well.

Dialogue 19 (Medea): I think I see why you were hesitant with me for a while. Jason is...a bit of work. Though something tells me there's more to him

Dialogue 20 (Emiya assassin): Kiritsugu...it took some time but it looks like you find some light again. Even got a family as well.

Dialogue 21 (Frankenstein): Oh hello Fran, is there something you need. Alright I don't mind you tying my hair...no full bows though.

Dialogue 22 ( Edmond Dantes or Count of MC): It's good to see you again Lord Count. I can tell despite the change of scenery your act of guardian is still strong. If you don't mind, I want to have a chat when you have the time.

Something you like: Hmm good question, beside Juniper being on this list. I do enjoy a nice meal with people and maybe be it around campfire. That is a idea though, a nice camping trip.

Something you hate: The merciless pursuit of power...getting innocent folks involved and hurt in the exploits. Another I can't forgive...is a fallen maiden, who doesn't deserve any mercy.

About the holy grail: If I was younger I would've made a wish with the Grail. Though with my experience now...there's always a cost when using such powers.

During an Event: Sounds like something big is going on. Wanna go see what's that about?

Birthday: Your birthday? Have you already told somebody it's today? Know what, follow me. I think it's time to show how fast Juniper can run.

#rwby #jaune arc #fate servants #fate grand order #crossover au #rusted knight #Pretender servant

[strangerthingfanfic]

Chapter 1&2

Chapter 1: The Attack

“It’s bullshit,” Nancy said when Steve asked about their relationship prompting him to push his way out of the bathroom and out the front.

He knew he should've stayed and made sure a very drunk Nancy made her way home safely but he was too angry to think rationally.

Heading to his car he saw someone who made his blood boil, even more, Billy Hargrove, standing smugly on the other side of the street staring at him.

Not feeling up to dealing with the jackass right then Steve looked down and unlocked his car door and when he looked up again Billy was gone.

Glad that ended with ease Steve opened his car door and started to get in when all of a sudden someone gripped his arm tightly and after hitting his head on the top of the car Steve passed out.

When he woke up he was on a soft bed. The room was dimly lit. Rubbing the back of his head he tried to sit up but got dizzy almost immediately.

“That's a nasty bruise on your forehead Harrington I wouldn't move too fast,” a familiar voice said mockingly.

Fuming Steve replied, “this is kidnapping Hargrove, that's a federal crime”.

Billy laughed and said “I saved your worthless ass, Harrington. Someone didn't seem to like the fact you hurt Nancy and left her alone even though you knew she was wasted. Oh yeah and the fact you didn't even notice she was still hurting from losing her friend, what was her name, Barb”

This pissed Steve off more but he stayed where he was and said “were you spying on us, Billy? Who the fuck tried to kill me since you know so much huh”?

Suddenly Billy was sitting at the edge of his bed looking at him.

“It was a werewolf. I'm guessing someone in her family because they were beyond pissed and weren't going to spare you. I mean after they knocked you out the dragged you out and started scratching at your stomach trying to disembowel you.

I couldn't let them do that's so I went over and kicked its ass. If you look at your chest you'll see the bandages as well as this nice parting gift he left me on my eye” Billy said.

Steve looked at Billy's face and sure enough, there was a scratch over his left eye. He also felt pain in his chest and stomach area.

“Why did you save me?” Steve asked curiously.

Billy smiled and Steve’s blood ran cold as he saw Billy's teeth. He had fangs. Fangs that were dripping a bit of blood.

Billy closed his mouth and said softly “don't worry Stevie that blood belongs to the were that tried to kill you. I wouldn't dream of biting you until you want me too”.

This was all too much for Steve at the moment and he fell back asleep.

Billy smiled and covered him up.

A small tiger came bounding in. It had white fur with red decorating the bottom of it's ears and feet.

Leaping into the air the little tiger became a 13 yr old girl with red hair and she landed right onto Billy's lap.

“Dad, is he going to be ok. That were got him good” the girl asked, staring up at her dad with deep blue eyes.

Billy placed a hand on her head and said “he's a strong guy Max, he will be fine. Now you go and get you're homework done and tomorrow I will take you to the arcade to hang out with your new friends”.

After placing a kiss on her forehead, Max headed out and to her own room. She was obsessed with keeping her high score on dig dug and he liked her having real friends finally.

The clan they came from was no place for any child to be raised and as soon as he was financially stable enough he got the hell out.

The first thing he did was enroll himself and her in school.

He looked younger than he actually was and passed as her brother.

That's where he met Steve. The man caught his eye the moment he saw him. His brown hair and beautiful and loving eyes just drew him in.

He hadn't let himself love since Max’s mother abandoned them when Max was born.

She had known Billy was a shifter and a vampire but she was convinced it wouldn't pass to Max so the moment when Max was born a small pup her mother was gone.

Thinking about it made Billy growl. When he heard Steve moving he chastised himself for being too loud.

Billy stood up and suddenly there was a full-sized white male tiger in his place. He laid down beside Steve's bed and kept watch all night.

Chapter 2: Vampires are Real

When Steve woke up he was alone and the sun was up.

He looked at the clock and couldn't believe it was almost 11 am.

Not only did he have a pounding headache from drinking so much his head also hurt where it had hit the steering wheel.

His chest and stomach also hurt.

Steve tried to get up but it hurt so bad he just collapsed back onto his pillow.

Had he dreamed what happened? Maybe he was in a car crash and not attacked by a werewolf and found out Billy was a vampire.

But that reality came crashing down as Billy entered the room with a tray of food and Robin trailed in after him with drinks.

“I made breakfast. I didn't know what you liked so I put all the different breakfast foods on your plate. Robin here also wanted a plate of everything. I myself prefer waffles with eggs and sausage with a side of toast” Billy said handing Steve the massive plate of food.

Robin went over and handed him a cup of coffee. He took a sip. He had never tasted such rich coffee in his life.

“Its ground at the source,” Billy said before putting a huge fork full of sausage and waffle in his mouth.

Robin started to eat a bit of everything and also was amazed at the richness of the coffee and she wasn't even a coffee drinker.

Steve just stared at the two of them. Eating and chatting like old friends.

“What the hell is going on” Steve said louder than he meant and scared the others.

“We are having breakfast dingus, what does it look like?” Robin said, placing a huge fork full of stuff in her mouth.

“He's a damn vampire. How's he awake, how's he in the sun, how is he eating food?” Steve said, trying to relax and catch his breath.

“Slow down Harrington. I will explain. First of all, those are all misconceptions about our race.

We can go out during the day, we can eat normal food, most of us wear religious jewelry and go to church.

The only difference is we can't die from disease so basically unless some asshole kills us, and I don't mean stake us with a wooden cross unless of course, they hit the heart, we live forever.

Oh yeah, Max, she is my daughter. I just dropped her off at the arcade to hang out with the others.

I think she has a major crush on Lucas. I just hope it stays at the crush stage and doesn't move further” Billy said with a smile and shoved another fork full of food in his mouth.

“Just relax Steve, if Billy hadn't been there I would be burying you today instead of having breakfast with you” Robin said with tears welling up.

Billy wiped away the tears and said sweetly “but I was there and Steve will be fine beautiful”.

Robin blushed and thanked him before quickly shoving more food in her mouth. She didn't know how to tell him she had no interest in guys but that could wait for later.

Sighing, Steve took a bite of his food. It melted in his mouth and he couldn't help but moan in enjoyment.

Billy smiled with excitement and Robin knew right then that those two were going to be getting together.

“I like your moan, Harrington. Maybe next time I can make you moan” Billy said, licking his lips.

Steve blushed and put food in his mouth.

Around 2 pm Billy went to pick up Max from the arcade leaving Robin to watch over Steve.

“Are you sure we can trust him, Robin? I mean the guy is a full-fledged vampire. Also I'm sorry you're stuck watching over me on your day off. I promise I will be back scooping ice cream with you in no time” Steve said, trying not to move too much.

“I don't mind dingus. And when it comes to Billy I fully trust him. He had come to my house after dropping his kid off and told me everything.

Also, Steve if you think Billy being a vampire is a major shock to the system just wait until you see what else he can do.

He told me What happened to you, about who and what he was? He didn't keep anything a secret.

Also, you're crushing so hard. Who cares what he is right? I mean he likes you too so take advantage of that” Robin said as she smoothed Steve's blanket.

Steve blushed but didn't say anything. He was still organizing his feelings when it came to Billy.

Before any more could be said a giant white tiger with a little white tiger on its back came into the room and glared up at Steve and Robin.

Suddenly the small one bolted out the door while the bigger one slowly became Billy. “You better run kiddo” Billy growled and smoothed his hair back.

“I told you that there was much more dingus” Robin said laughing.

“Can you believe I found her making out with Lucas behind the arcade? She is so grounded and Lucas’s mother has informed me that he is grounded as well. Sue is an amazing woman. I wish Max’s mom had been like her” Billy said to no one.

“I'm sorry to hear Max’s mom wasn't there,” Steve said gently.

Blushing Billy smiled and said, “thanks, Steve. I'm going to go and make dinner. Glad I didn't scare you too much there”.

“Nah you're ten times more adorable in that form” Steve said jokingly making Robin roll her eyes at all the flirting.

Billy gave a low growl and then headed out of the room.

“Just tell him how you feel about him,” Robin said.

Steve smiled and laid back. He was thinking about it, he was also thinking about dinner.

“This isn't too bad. A soft bed, a good friend, Billy, Max and of course food” Steve thought to himself as he waited for Billy to return.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #fanfic #max mayfield #billy deserved better #ao3 fanfic #steve harrington #ao3 tags #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #harringrove #vampire #shifter billy #vampire billy #shifter #reblog please

[diaco1968]

Ice Ice baby

Wanted!Shoto Todoroki x hero!reader

Basically a request from my friend :D

Don't you just want to see this powerful boy helpless?

Warning! Cuffs. Handjob, orgasm denial

You navigated your way through the dark unnaturally cold alley ways. A thin layer of frost on the ground, looking as if someone recklessly dropped white paint and the droplets freely scattered all around. Except it was droplets of glowing delicate ice. Mid summer. You smirked as you followed the trail, getting more and more certain that you were closing in on the person you've been looking for as the tempreture dropped.

Your squad back there was absolutely demolished by this guy. Every last one of the idiots frozen in place in mere seconds and he just walked away from their pitiful pleas like he just swatted a bunch of flies. The thought made you click your tongue irked. 'Useless bunch of total morons.'

"Came for more?" He had his back to you, his head slightly turned to the side as he kept you in his line of vision, without actually having his eyes on you. Not to your liking, you'd much rather he have his attention on you and nothing else.

"More? More what? Your tiny little popsicles?"

That caught his attention as he turned towards you with a raised eyebrow. Truth was he was confused how you managed to escape his initial ice attack. Unless you were not there at the time he froze those heroes to the ground. Not a problem, you'd get a taste of his 'tiny little popsicles' soon enough.

"I wish I could stay and chat, but I don't have time for this ma'am." He raised his right hand, a harsh freezing breeze shooting off his fingers and turning into sharp ice around your feet on the ground. You inspected your heavy ice boots rooting you to the ground, then your eyes moved up to his arm, and just like you expected little patches of frost had already started to appear as he used his quirk again."farewell." He started to turn and walk away but the sound of ice cracking had him snap his eyes back on you surprised.

"Not gonna even tell me that I shouldn't move, or my frozen legs are gonna break and come off?" You said as you effortlessly pulled your other leg free from the shattered ice completely unbothered. Looking up at his surprised eyes you gave him a haughty smirk "I think you do have some time to spare now, what says you?"

He narrowed his eyes as he looked down to your legs then back up at your face "somone is not bothered by ice, I see. No problem. Got just the thing for you. You have a pretty face. Pity." He lifted his left hand this time and before you could react, a burning flame flew past your cheek making you wince quietly. More so from the shock than anything. "Ouch, going straight for the face, are we? Not very polite of you." You rubbed your cheek lightly before removing your hand garing at him, secretly loving the way his smugness wavering and fading.

'Nothing!?' His gaze was intenese as he looked for any sign of burn on your cheek, but there was none. How can one be immune to both Ice and fire?! He had never had to face this problem before and as much as he tried to hide his anxious expression, his face was slightly off. He looked nervous. You offered him an evil grin. Too evil looking for a pro hero. "Where did your sharp wit go now?"

He clicked his tongue annoyed as he raised both hands, launching himself at you. You didn't know what he was going to throw at you, but it didn't matter. It's not like you had to block or repel anything. Truth be told, You did take damage, you were just too quick to heal for him to notice that. He did not hold back on you with both his quirks.

~

His whole body was shaking and mostly covered in now a thick layer of frost as he froze you to the ground again, raising his left hand but all that emitted from it was a puff of visualized air from the contrast of cold and hot, with a pitiful dying hiss. "Damnit..." he breathed out too cold to do more now, you had made him over exert his limits and yourself had barely broken a sweat.

"Aw, what was that?" You chuckled as the familiar sound of cracking ice echoed off the walls of the dead end signalling you were free of your icy binds once again. "Are you done yet?" You walked to him slowly and intimidatingly. He tried to step back but his body was too cold and heavy for him to move.

"Looks like you are done." You said smugly as you pulled the quirk nullifying cuffs out, making quick work of binding his arms behind his back. His jaw was clenched as he tried to stop his teeth from colliding due to the cold. "So what now? Turning me in, little lady?"

You raised an eyebrow giving him a look as if he had said the most stupid thing in the world. From close up you could see why he was known as the Todoroki masterpiece. Not only his double quirk was very outstanding, he looked like such a unique specimen. Two colored eyes, each deep, sharp and threatening enough to make you lose yorself in 2 completely different worlds. A mop of two colored hair you were sure no one else could pull off withouth looking like a clown. A burnt scar on his left eye adding to his mature expression. Peculiarly handsome.

Now, you would normally hand him over, like he had logically assumed. But, at the very moment there was no need. The crimes he was wanted for were pesky little things, no murder or anything, more like an honourable thief. It was the person who wanted him caught that was a big fish otherwise he wouldn't even have to get wanted at all. And honestly you couldn't begin to give a flying fuck about what a big fish wanted.

You smiled and much to his surprise pushed him down flat on his butt, his back hitting the wall and he hissed out annoyed, but soon was distracted as you pushed his torso forward and re-did the cuff, his hands now bound behind him to a pipe. "... you are a pro hero, right?" He looked up at you suspiciously with narrowed eyes, getting a deep chuckle in reply.

IsgoungWht You raised your foot and even though he thought you were going to kick him, he refused to flinch away. However he jumped as you brought your foot down lightly resting it on his crotch, adding more of your weight till you were bent down to his eye level resting your elbow on your knee "You bet I am."

He groaned, frowning as his eyes darted between your foot and your face, annoyed but intrigued. "Your guidelines seem to have changed quite a bit from what I remem-Ngh!" Both his knees jerked up a bit at the sudden add of pressure.

You only smiled at him, running the back of your fingers over his jaw and under his chin, raising his head a bit "now that you've found time, you're actually chatty, huh?"

He puffed out his cheeks and glared up at you.

"what do you want?"

"Now we're talking." You grinned and removed your foot, sitting in between his legs "I have no intention of turning you in to that prick that wants you."

He studied your face carefully "... that much is clear."

You gently put your hand over his mouth and rolled your eyes "shhh I'm talking." You removed your hand raising an eyebrow and daring him to talk, but he remained unfazed and quiet. "Good. You see, what you did back there to my squad doesn't sit right with me, so what we're gonna do is you endure a bit of humiliation then I let you walk free. It's a win-win scenario, trust me. Deal?"

He didn't look one bit like he trusted you as he scrunched up his nose and raised an eyebrow "I don't know, doesn't look like I have a choice."

"Exactly."

Your grin widened significantly and you nestled comfortably between his legs looking throughly at his outfit for the first time. Black skinny jeans with a loose short sleeved shirt. Casual. You ran your palm up his bare arm, brushing off some of the frost that still persistently lingered. Your other hand wandered up his shirt curiously, fingers lingering on his prominent abs a little too long.

"You're weird."

He said maintaining a very intense eye contact. You rolled your eyes "you think?" He opened his mouth to retort but snapped it shut to suppress a surprised yelp, that instead escaped his lips in a strangled grunt as you pinched his left nipple hard.

You chuckled at the glare he shot you "oh wow, perky, are we? Is it for the cold?" Your hands moved down his body, fingers nimbly undoing his jeans. Eyeing him mischievously as he tried to discretely wriggle away from you to no avail "relax, I can warm you up."

"I'm fine, I don't need-..." he trailed off, watching curiously as you palmed him through the fabric of his underwear, running your fingers up and down his length, his leg jumping lightly in reflex as you squeezed down a bit too harshly, clicking his tongue annoyed once more. "I still have no idea what you want from me..." he grumbled eyes not leaving your hand as it dived inside to fetch his hardening cock, delicate fingers wrapping around it and lazily pumping up and down. "Improvise. You'll get it eventually." Your thumb rubbed over the head, squeezing a bead of precum out of it and smearing it around the tip. He hissed out a breath, twitching in your hand.

"Shit..." he did have a vague idea about what you wanted him to do but there was something oddly arousing about being helplessly bound to a pipe in a dead end at such a intriguing character's mercy.

~

He bit his lower lip to suppress his low grunts and moans, closing his eyes as your hand sped up, your other hand joining in to cup his balls and squeeze softly. His hips were bucking in your hands, abs bulging and rippling lightly in sync with your touch, covered in a thin layer of shiny sweat droplets. If his quirks weren't cancelled, he would be smoking with heat. Just as he was seeing white from the pleasure you stopped.

Again.

He threw his head back with a quiet sigh, opening his eyes "I should've known." He said with a breathy voice as he caught his breath.

You nod laughing at him teasingly "yeah you should've. Those sounds you make are very sexy though. Almost got me going too." He raised his head and smirked at you smugly "maybe you should give it a shot then?"

You shrugged your shoulders "tell me what I want to hear and I'll consider."

He chewed the inside of his cheek before finally giving up "...please." voice barely louder than a whisper.

"We've been over this, not enough." You scolded again. He sighed loudly "pleease!"

You smiled softly at him making him even more annoyed.

"please what?"

He narrowed his eyes at you before looking at you pleadingly "please finish me off and let me cum."

You grinned "nope, see you around, pretty boy." As you stood up and turned on your heels to leave.

"Wait what!? Not gonna Finish what you started?!"

you looked over your shoulder. It was the first time he looked this distressed

"I will. Later. We will meet again."

He growled and pulled at his restraints with a loud clinking noise "you can't leave me here like this! At least take these off and let me go!" He pleaded.

"I'm sure you can get out of them on your own. You're a big strong smart boy after all." You sent him a kiss from the entry of the alleyway as you winked and disappeared chuckling.

He growled hitting his head back on the pipe sitting there in silence for a while as he thought to himself.

'Strong smart boy'

'Smart boy'

'Smart'

...

!!!

"Bloody fucking hell! I'm going to get you back for this, I swear!" He grumbled angrily as he activated his ice quirk and froze the normal metal cuffs, breaking them and freeing his hands. He was basically not restrained at all this whole time! He smiled depite feeling like an idiot as he rubbed his raw wrists. He would be enthusiastically looking forward to seeing you again.

#todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

[thatlovestrucklady]

Home • Michelangelo

Summary: You finally come to visit your boyfriend and his brothers after a long, busy couple of work weeks.

Warnings: Slight swearing, some sexual themes; other than that, straight fluff ensues :)

Of course, it had to be the one day in the week you were scheduled to hang out in a sewer that it was nice out. You couldn't necessarily act like you were surprised; these kinds of things were just examples of your tough luck lately.

Not that this would make a difference in your happiness. At least you were spending time with your favorite boys. You'd been busy lately, your work schedule crowding your play schedule. It made you feel the slightest bit bad.. You getting a busy job on the surface toyed with the amount of time your best friends and boyfriend (Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and of course, Michelangelo, the boy of your dreams) would be able to see you.

So, today being the first day of your week's vacation, you decided your first vacation effort would be to go and see your boys. They'd been kind of upset with you lately.. You'd been invited numerous times to the lair after work.

But, work was tiring. So you'd opted not to. You didn't want to end up grumpy and snap at them, or too tired to spend much time with them without nodding off.

It almost seemed like Mikey was hurt by it. It was upsetting to you that you upset your lover.. So, you'd chosen to come see them now. You jumped out of bed, getting into your shower; washing your hair with that vanilla cinnamon scent that you knew Mikey loved.

Your boy was a walking talking ray of 6 foot sunshine in turtle form. It was scary when he was upset with you.. Mostly because it seemed like he never got upset. He understood that you had to work. He just didn't understand why you couldn't come see him after. Michelangelo was a bit of a clingy lover; he never wanted his angelcakes far from him for long at all. You made him happy during dark times, during the times that things seemed hopeless. During the times where it seemed all he did was kick ass and take names.

You sighed as you rifled through your closet. Something to wear, anything you looked nice in. You needed to make up with Mikey now, or you wouldn't stop feeling guilty.

Then.. you saw it. The perfect apology outfit.

The little white dress that Mikey adored seeing you in. A white lace number with a flowy skirt. He always said something like: "Damn, angelcakes! My favorite dress, that rocking body. All for me?"

That's if he could formulate a sentence at all. You couldn't understand what was so special about the dress to him. But you knew it would soften him up enough that he'd accept your apology. He was always easy like that; but you knew it was only because you hadn't hurt him badly enough.

Slipping on the dress, you looked in the mirror, tossing your hair a bit. You looked good, you decided. It was time to go.

Your skin was happy to receive the sunshine. It was a beautiful day out, which wasn't always a common occurrence during this season in New York. You took your time walking to the lair, deciding what you'd say to your boyfriend and his brothers. Your mind mowed over the multiple excuses you'd formulated.. But they ended up just making you feel guiltier.

Deciding that you'd have to use your improv abilities, you continued walking, approaching the lair with clammy hands.

You walked into the familiar scent of cologne and pizza. Raph's cologne was the strongest of all of them, though. The most identifiable. Your boyfriend's was less strong, more natural. He still smelled comforting, like citrus flavored gum and his soft cologne.

The first of the boys you spotted was Raphael, lounging on the couch per usual. His head raised from the arm rest and his eyes widened. But, as you gave him a sheepish smile, his eyes surprisingly narrowed into a glare. He scowled at you, standing up into his frightening height of 6 feet and 10 inches.

"Welcome back, Y/n. Finally take some time out of your busy schedule to come see us?" He snorted in icy sarcasm, his eyes set in concrete bitterness.

You'd expected him to be the angriest out of all of them. Because overall, he was. You had no doubt in your mind that he was hiding his hurt with anger, although you wouldn't say that. Because he'd deny it faster than he would deny anything in his life.

You swallowed, backing up a step. His height was truly intimidating.

"Yeah. I had to work, Raphael. I'm sorry if you're upset." You replied quietly, training your gaze to your feet.

He chuckled in a salty tone, his green eyes still angry. "You get out at 8. You had time to come see us.. But I guess we ain't all that important to you. Weeks, Y/n," He huffed, "You haven't been here for weeks, you haven't seen Mike's face in weeks."

You flinched, biting your lip. That pissed you off. You took a breath as you felt your face getting hotter by the second.

"You don't get to throw Mikey in my face. I was doing my job, I was exhausted, and don't fucking worry, I felt like shit the entire time I was away," You hissed. "Now fuck off, Raphael. I'm not gonna spend my vacation time needlessly fighting with you." You snapped, stalking off to find the other turtles.

Behind you, you heard Raph stalk out of the lair, probably to blow off steam somewhere in the sewers. The first confrontation was always the hardest.

You automatically headed for Donnie's lab, the second closest place in the lair. It was down the little hall, to the right.

Opening the door, you found Donnie reading a book. God knows what about.. He had a peculiar taste in literature. He muttered under his breath to himself, his lips pursed when he finished.

You knocked on the threshold, jumping Donnie slightly. He dropped the book in his hands, glancing up at you.

"O-Oh. Y/n." He said, his eyes still wide. You stared back at him, studying his face. He didn't look angry.. He wasn't really good at getting mad at you. He was only mad when you hurt yourself or put yourself into obvious danger. His brain and protective older brother instincts couldn't take it.

"Hey, Don." You said quietly, taking a step into the lab. You shut the door behind you, standing in the middle of the room.

"Work get out early or something?" He asked, picking his book up from the floor and placing it on his desk. You shook your head, shoving your hands in your pockets.

"My week's vacation started today.. I knew I needed to visit. You mad at me too?" You asked, ready to flinch at the answer.

He waited a second, his face blank, but soon chuckled softly. His brown eyes studied your uncomfortable figure.

"Nah. Not mad.. Just a little thrown off. But I understand why you couldn't visit. Leo does too," He said, taking a deep breath, "Mikey and Raph are just narrow minded.. Not that Mikey's mad. He's just hurt that he hasn't gotten to see you." He explained further, patting your shoulder.

You nodded your head, smiling at Donnie. "Thanks for understanding." You said.

He nodded, picking his book back up. "You staying the week?"

You bit your lip. "I thought all of you were gonna be pissed at me, so I didn't really plan ahead. If things go well with the other boys I'll go home and pack a bag." You giggled.

Donnie rolled his eyes, opening the book to the correct page. "Should've packed a bag anyways."

You ignored him and left the lab, headed for Leo's room. You were saving your explanation to Mikey for last.. Due to the fact that it might take a bit longer.

You knew he'd be sat inside his room, plopped down on the rug. Meditating, like usual. He was such a sensei suck up.

Knocking on the door, you heard a hum. You just assumed that meant to come in. So, you opened the door, realizing you guessed right. He'd been meditating.

You met his calm blue eyes as they filled with realization. A knowing and pleasant grin formed on his face.

"Y/n. Didn't know you were coming." He said, still grinning lightly. He stood to his feet, studying you, almost to see if anything had changed. But when he found nothing, he met eyes with you again.

"Yeah.. I tried to make it a surprise. Raph didn't appreciate the element though." You cringed, biting your lip for the 14th time today.

Leo rolled his eyes. "Ignore him. His attitude is nothing like the rest of ours towards the situation. I'm just glad you're back." He said, giving you another soft smile.

"Thanks, Leo. I'd love to sit and catch up but.. I need to see Mikey." You said.

He nodded in agreement, sitting back down, as you ushered out of the room and towards Mikey's.

You heard the sound of his favorite video game blasting in his room.. You almost got too scared to enter. You could smell whatever snack he'd cooked and brought in there, as well as his scent. You'd missed him so much.. His scent was like a breath of fresh air. It would be even better coming directly off from him.

Your relationship with Mikey started as flirting, then you gained close friendship, and then.. He'd planted a very welcomed kiss on your lips for the first time. It was never shy with you two -- never. These thoughts comforted you as you decided to enter his room, landing your eyes on something they'd been craving for weeks.

There was Mikey, his eyes trained on his first person shooting game, his lip sexily pulled between his straight white teeth. He was built with strength, rippling green muscles covering every inch of him.

His blue eyes were narrowed at the screen as his fingers moved with speed along the controller. He was naturally taking everyone on the screen out.. He'd had lots of time in the lair for practice.

Location by Playboi Carti played quietly on the speaker in his room, obviously filling the silence, aside from the gun sounds that often rang out.

You patiently waited for him to notice you standing there, not wanting to speak until you knew what the nature of the conversation was going to be like.

But you didn't have to wait long. Because Mikey glanced at his doorway, noticing you there. His eyes widened and he dropped his controller, staring at you. His eyes traveled down your physique, eyeing his favorite dress and your gorgeous body.

You couldn't blame him for staring at you. He hadn't seen his girl in weeks.. The sight of you shocked him as much as it caused him joy. And maybe slight nervousness at this point.

"Hey.." You said hesitantly, stepping forward into his room. He almost looked like he forgot how to breathe. It took him a minute, but your boyfriend managed to take a breath.

"Hi." He said softly, pulling his lip between his teeth again. You smiled at his awe and kicked off your shoes in his room, attempting to show him that you were staying.

"The boys told me you've been upset.." You trailed off, keeping a little bit of physical distance. Normally you'd plop yourself right into his lap, but that didn't seem appropriate right then.

He obviously didn't know what to say. He didn't want to deny and lie about it, but he didn't want to make you feel bad in return. So, he just nodded a bit. But he felt the word vomit coming up. He could never keep his mouth shut, and sometimes he cursed himself for it.

"I hated not seeing you. All of us did.. But I've never gone that long without seeing my girl and it - it just felt like you didn't want to visit and I didn't want to try to force you-" He spilled, but you interrupted softly.

"Mikey, baby. It wasn't that I didn't want to visit you," You explained, coming closer. "I was just tired because of work and I wanted to see you when I was at my best. Regardless of what you think, I missed you. So much."

Mikey stared at you for a second, digesting the words he'd heard in his own head.

"I don't care whether you're at your best or your absolute worst. I care about you," He argued. "You're my angelcakes. I'm supposed to love you all the time."

You glanced at your feet, twiddling your fingers.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I just wanted to make you happy.. I didn't want to come in a bad mood and make you upset." You said, biting your lip.

"Angel, I love how considerate you are, okay? But just come see me next time. If you're tired, or grumpy, or whatever you are.. I won't get upset with you," He smiled softly, "I'll be happy to give you what you need and take care of you."

You nodded and exhaled, relieved. He hadn't been very upset with you. Just a bit insecure. Insecure was okay; because you'd always be there to reassure him.

"Now c'mere. Mikey missed his babygirl. And she's wearing his favorite dress too!" He chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

You breathed in his scent, snuggling into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck, making you erupt in quiet laughter. It was like everything was in order again, giving you a restored feeling in your body. This was perfect.

"Dress probably won't stay on for long though.." Mikey muttered, giggling to himself.

Well... Now it was perfect ;).

#tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #mikey x reader #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #michelangelo x reader

[tokyoghoose]

am i more than you bargained for?

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x reader

playlist: heather - conan gray*, 4ever - clairo, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, melting - kali uchis, slow dancing in the dark - joji, using you - mars argo, she - ed sheeran, make you feel my love - adele, letter home - childish gambino, she's casual - the hunna, i love you so - the walters, notice me (acoustic) - role model, red dress - postcard boy

warnings: angst and lots of it, mentions of sex, mentions self-shaming of image, very breif mention of anxiety attacks

summary: a romantic comedy without the comedy between friends with benefits

announcements!

kuroo is definitely a little ooc in this lmao buuuut this is my first like fic fic in like two years. Im still trying to get back in the groove of things and finding how to write personality again and not be repetitive with my wording. Feedback is welcome!

requests are open! feel free to send them in! i will write for pretty much any anime ive seen and if i haven't seen it, ill watch it! the only reasons i wouldn't is if im uncomfortable or can't write the character. :)

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When did relationships become so difficult? The days of making friends on the playground were over and it seemed to hit everyone at the same age. Life was getting harder and people were getting older, and suddenly everything was difficult. Nothing came easy anymore and everyone had to adjust to that.

But now you were just confused.

Tetsuro kuroo stuck to you like glue since middle school. Where one of you went the other was likely to follow. The righthand man, the double trouble duo, and the bane of kenma's existence. And then things got complicated. Strangers to friends to best friends to lovers— friends with benefits. Who would've thought the boy that you played volleyball with on a whim would've become the man who you grew fond of. Sixth grade you would've kicked yourself for the feelings you're experiencing. Oh how you wished you were back in the park that started it all. You wished you could warn your youngerself what's to come.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and it made you want to throw up at the thought.

It started in the first year of highschool when you suddenly noticed the shine in his eyes when he talked passionately about something like volleyball or the way he would furrow his brows when concentrated on his assignments. At first it was endearing, really. But the more you hung around him, the stronger the butterflies felt. It was obvious that he had grown into his lanky body. His legs were proportionate to his torso now and his once scrawny arms didn't hang limply at his sides anymore. He had muscle and height now. Gradually you started to notice little things about him that you would never have seen in other people. Like his lopsidded smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes and brought heat to your cheeks, your stomach launching into your chest when he'd bump shoulders and laugh.

You should've just smacked yourself silly then and there when you started to wonder if he noticed little things about you. Does he think of me like i think of him?

Who knew feelings could be so...perplexing. You moved on, shrugging off the crush in your second year to catch bigger and better fish in the sea. Life moved on and you dated other people, simply remaining friends with kuroo. Little did you know one heartbreak would lead you into his bed, playing in the sheets by the end of the year.

He was just so damn compelling. His laughter and his jokes. You fell for it all over again. Deja vu. Stupid kuroo.

———

The third of highschool had been the breaking point. It was a constant cycle of feeling, fucking, and falling in and out of love with the raven haired boy. It was frustrating, especially when he was so damn oblivious. The only person that seemed to catch on was kenma, but he was very little help when it came to pushing away the domestic thoughts. It would never just work out because you wanted it to because tetsuro was dumb.

It's a chilly day out, the sun nice against your skin but the wind was drastic in comparison. Shivers are sent up and down your spine, you wrap your arms around yourself in a hug. Could this boy take any longer? Foot tapping against the pavement, you heave a sigh, nostils flaring impatiently before you spot the tall athlete. With a girl. A girl?

You'd seen her around before and you vaguely remember thinking she resembled the main love interest in a 90s movie or a bratz doll. She's pretty and has a light, airy laugh. Kuroo must've told her a joke of some kind, but he definitely wasn't funny enough for her to have her hands all over his chest. He's giving her a toothy grin and soft eyes. It makes you want to gag.

Who was she anyway?

Not that it mattered because in that moment the fit of rage your body suddenly flug itself into prevented you from hearing anything. Kuroo's pulling off his pullover and drapping it over the pretty girl's shoulders. You can feel your eye twitch and fibgers tingle. He looks bashful as he waves her goodbye and tragically, you don't feel nearly as pretty as you had been feeling. Now all you wanted to do was sink into the ground below you and possibly into another dimension—or at least the other side of the world.

"She's pretty," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when he comes over, slouching with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. He had practice this afternoon, you remember. He looks over at you with raised brows, almost like he's surprised yoy said anything or even noticed he was talking to another girl before walking towards the gym with you trailing close behind.

"Yeah she is, I guess."

She's prettier than me.

"You guess? Kuroo, you gave her your sweater."

He shrugs sheepishly, a light pink dusting his cheeks and it makes you mad of uncharacteristic the act is. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It's just polyester. It's not a big deal."

The conversation suddenly drops as you pause, apparently very hurt that he didn't remember it was you who gave him the sweater in the first place. He turns around, a questioning look on his face.

"What? Are you jealous?" He teases.

You're fuming at his attempt to be playful. Maybe you were overreacting, but it pangs your chest to know he can brush it off so easily.

" Kuroo, that was my sweater. "

It's gritted through your teeth, eyes slotted into a glare and his face drops. Oh is all he can think as he stares at you and the hurt expression that quickly turns into that of annoyance and anger. You push past him, ultimately deciding not to walk him to the gym. His arm reaches out to catch you, but it falls short as he calls out in a whine, "I'll get it back for you, okay? Come on, y/n!"

———

You can't focus on the assignments in front of you no matter how hard you try. You are exsausted. Just wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep for maybe a thousand years, you stop tapping your oen against the paper to hyperfocus on the black dots that now littered the page. The music in the background pauses before coming back to life with the hum of a new song shuffling in. It's quiet and yet, it's overwhelming. You wish you weren't home alone now.

Hanging your head low on your desk, the carpet becoming of interest, you groan. The image of kuroo and that girl replaying in your head over and over like an endless movie. You'd have to give it a bad review if it ever ended.

You're focus is mainly on her though. Kuroo could get any girl he wants with his witt and charm. Not to mention he wasn't jusf handsome, but he's beautiful. Model material—movie character love interest type beat. He has the ability to make any heart swoon if he tries hadd enough, and that girl was no exception. She was more than pretty. She was stunning, even. It was like watching human barbie and ken flirt with one another. She seems so nice too and you can vaguely remember her helping you wish a couple answers on homework one morning. She's better than you and better for him. Is he sleeping with her too? Before you can answer your own question the doorbell rings, quickly followed by a knock at your door.

You look down at your pajamas, debating if you should pull on your robe or not, but ultimately deciding against it when the knocks come again.

"Im coming, I'm coming. What do you wan- kuroo?"

When you open the door, you immediately get the urge to shut it right in his perfect little face, and you begin to before his hand slams against it in protest to push it open wider. He juts out his lip into a pout and his eyes soften into ones pleading like a puppy dog. You huff and avoid eye contact, instead taking intrest in the bad he was carrying.

"What's that?"

"Stuff. I'd be happy to show you if you let me in."

"Sorry, tetsuro, no can do. You haven't returned my sweater. "

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before shoving something bulky into your arms. You're not sure if you should be happy he actually got it back or upset that he had to see her again to get it. Finally looking up at him, you move to the side so he can step in.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous that i gave another girl a sweater. You're my number one, y/n." He's teasing, but his words still send the butterflies in your stomach crazy. You can only hope he means it, even if just a little.

"I'm not jealous. You can sleep with whoever you want, kuroo. We're just best friends—if anything im your wingman. "

You want to hit yourself on the head. Why would you say that?

He snickers at the rebuttle, coming to loom over you. Apparently the only thing that can get you out of your head is his cologne because it somehow invaded your senses. He smells expensive, like nice leather and fire wood during the winter. It's very manly, you note. His shadow hovers over yours as he traps you between him and the counter with a playful smirk on his face. How smug could he get. He leans down, bringing your chin up between his thumb and finger. You hadn't realized how close he was until now. Since when did you get so nervous around him? Why did it make you nervous when he kissed you all of a sudden? It's unfair that he holds the advantage. Heat rises to your cheeks and the tips of your ears and you're positive he can hear the beating of your heart, which was currently trying to break out of your chest.

His lips take you to paradise, as always. Their soft against your own, yet firm. They're slightly chapped and they taste like spearmint. It makes your head fuzzy because they feel so right, even when you wish they felt wrong. You want to pull away and kick him out, and end thjs whole arrangement, but you're already very familiar with the fact it's just beginning.

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The bed is warm. So warm, in fact, it feels like your suffocating. The sheets tangle around your limbs, strangling you as you tangle your limbs around kuroos. You almost want to cry, and if you were anywhere else— with anyone else —you probably would have. The heat is unbearable and the one sided tension makes your stomach churn and your throat tighten up. You were almost positve an anxiety attack was coming on.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you close your eyes as kuroo's nimble fingers soothe circles into your shoulder blade idly and yet somehow he manages to dodge the purple and red splotches blooming on the flesh. Suddenly you wish you didn't feel so safe and protected in his embrace. The moment almost tempts you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but you don't deserve to be the person who does that because you aren't his person. Best friend, maybe (next to Kenma, if anything) but, you aren't his person no matter how you long to be. You're just a friend in his bed having a good time. It isn't as fun anymore.

You swallow a lump in your throat, flattening your hand against his broad chest and willing yourself to lift up out of his grasp, his fingers falling smoothly to stop between your shoulder blades. Looking down at him, he presents you with the soft, goofy look on his face that he always adorns. God, there's nothing you wouldn't give to wake up beside him every morning and kiss that lopsided grin off his face. It hurts to think about, and another wave of tears try to force their way past your lash line. You blink them away and put on a soft, one-sided smile for the man below you, giving him a quick peck where his jaw and neck meet before shrugging his hands off and climbing out of bed.

His eyes track you, lazily hooded and watching, as you take the sheet with you to cover yourself, grabbing your shorts and whatever top you were wearing but a few hours ago before everything was strewn about. You shy away from his gaze, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. He shifts in the bed to face your back, elbow propped up to lay his head in his hand. With an uncharacteristically soft tone, you almosf don't head him when he speaks. The words that come from him are like honey, yet raw. It's enough to make anyones knees buckle and crawl back into bed.

"Are you okay?"

There's a slight hint of concern there, just hardlg scrapping the surface of the question. You nod with a hum, throwing on the loose shirt before facing him. Kuroo's brow raises like he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesn't take the question further and instead turns to get out of bed. You gnaw at your lip, taking your turn to watch him stretch out. His back has red streaks messily placed down it from his shoulders to the base, his biceps matching. His hair is messy and not like the normal bed head he sports, parts of it are spiked up from fingers constantly pushing through it, while other parts are laid flat from sweat. You can't help the thought that he's sculpted by the gods. They definitely took their time on him. Scoffing at yourself and shaking the thoughts free from your head, you head to the bathroom. As if the bed wasn't suffocating enough, just being the same room was found to be worse when he looks like that. At this point, it was preferred he stayed under the covers.

You feel stupid while looking in the mirror. Your mascara from earlier had smudged beneath your waterline, clumping together in the corner. Your nose curls at the sight, hands splashing cool water at your face, rubbing at your eyes. With a sigh you lean your elbows on the sink, pushing back hair and looking down at the water going into the drain.

This is ridiculous.

How on earth could you do this to yourself and to kuroo?

There's a knock on the bathroom door, it's light and gentle in the typical kuroo fashion because he doesn't want to spook you. You purse your lips, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes and heaving a sigh. As soon as you open the door and switch places, you're up and out of his apartment without saying goodbye.

The cool air of outside hits your face and you hadn't noticed the tears until the damp chill shook you. Brushing them away, you head home. You didn't want to be around him and you certainly didn't want to think about him. On the way back, you finally decided you weren't going to tell him anything. What would dumb tetsuro know about it anyway.

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[waterloou]

Helloooo all! I’m bringing back oc Saturday for these trying times to showcase some brilliant ocs! If you’d like to nominate your oc or somebody else’s, feel free to shoot me a msg, ask, or tag #ocextravaganzasaturday ! Also, there’s an option to submit a blurb!

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Amreen Carr created by @emiliachrstine

Headcannons

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“Stay”

Game of Survival

Fluff

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Gotta love a kick ass mama to baby yoda. Her and mando and the whole family are just wholesome and cool and please go give them some love! They deserve it!

Belle Sinclair created by @lilhemmo

Multifandom Queen:

5sos:

Sunshine

Soon to be Riverdale

Background:

“her name is belle sinclair - she was kind of a tom boy growing up, but her brother died when she started high school. he died while she was driving him home from a new years eve date and he was drunk so he was distracting her, but then they got t-boned by another drunk driver. however, her whole family blames her for his death and she has extreme survivors guilt.”

“she's a sunshine, little sun drop, sunflower! she's really kind and very forgiving and a people pleaser”

Go show her some love!

Billy Holmes created by @humangrumpycat

Introduction

Mythology moodboard

Playlist

Billy cackles, turning his chair to face an irritated Sweet Pea.

'I'm sorry,' Billy wheezes, wiping the tears from his face.

'You saw some dude spray paint a wall, and when you threatened him, he pulled a gun on you?' he asks, his lips pressed in an attempt to stop laughing.

'Yes,' Sweet Pea grits through his teeth.

'That's the best thing I've heard all week,' Billy smiles. 'Thank you for telling me this.'

Sweet Pea clenches his jaw, taking a deep breath.

'It's not funny,' he hisses.

'It was, though,' Phoenix snickers. 'You should've seen his face,' he says to Billy. 'Dude pulled out an M1911A1.'

'Holy shit,' Billy gasps.

'He pulled out a what?' Fangs asks.

'Colt .45,' Billy explains, followed by Fangs nodding.

'How would you know?' Sweet Pea asks Phoenix. 'You weren't even there.'

'I was right across the street, leaving the candle shop,' he answers.

'Why were you at the candle shop?' Fangs scoffs.

'Buying candles,' Phoenix comments, raising the bag on eye-level. 'I thought that was pretty obvious.'

'Can we focus on my problem?' Sweet Pea interrupts. 'And how I need to take care of it?'

'"Take care of it"?' Billy mocks.

'You got something for me?' Sweet Pea asks, nodding to the closet to his left.

'Oh, NOW you want a new weapon?' Billy scoffs. 'I've been telling you that for years now. I mean, I get the nostalgia bullshit. But like I said: we're big guys, and big guys need big weapons or it'll just look weird.'

'Like he's holding a toothpick,' Phoenix adds, followed by both Phoenix and Billy nodding at each other.

'Shut up, Phoenix, I don't see you carrying a machete around.'

'Don't I?' Phoenix smirks, opening his jacket to show a machete strapped on the inside.

'What the-' Fangs gasps. 'How-'

'Gem sewed in the straps for me,' Phoenix explains with the widest grin.

'So, can you get me something new?' Sweet Pea asks, growing more impatient by the minute.

'I might could,' Billy says. 'But not tonight.'

Both Fangs and Sweet Pea throw up their hands.

'I'm sure y'all can beat him up tomorrow, and I'd love to join,' Billy comments. 'But it's Tequila Tuesday at the LOVE Club downtown, and I'm meeting Ace, Spades, and Snow White in ten, so I'll be a wreck tomorrow.'

'Can I join?' Phoenix begs. 'I can dump my shit at Viper's on the way.'

'Got your fake ID?'

'Always,' Phoenix answers.

'Why the LOVE Club, by the way?' Phoenix asks. 'Don't we normally go to The Maple Leaf?'

'Well,' Billy smirks. 'There's this pretty blonde who sings there every Tuesday, and we've had some "eye-contact" for the last couple of weeks.'

'You mean, real-life Disney princess? Nice!' he chants.

'Also, The Maple Leaf's starting to attract more Ghoulies, and we don't need that shit,' Billy mentions.

Billy is a great bad boy. He’s hilarious, resourceful and it’s just extremely easy to like. Go give him some love!

Oli Parker created by @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle

Introduction

About ramble

Summer Camp AU

This boy is a hardworking, wholesome, compassionate ray of sunshine! Go give him some love!

Rhett Butler created by @s-s-southsideserpentine

Question

The common room of the boys dormitories was a ghost-town during this time of the night. Usually it was alive with haughty Stonewall Prep males, bragging about the colleges their showboat parents bought their way into, laughing at crude jokes and arguing loudly about theory and theology. Now though, in the late hours of the night after the RA’s were done skulking around the hallways with citations in hand, it was almost peaceful. Rhett Butler liked to sneak out of his dorm room and sit at the piano, basked in the milky color of the moonlight as it streamed in through the large, glass-paned windows. The high archways and ceilings made the soft tinkling of the piano keys sound like they filled the air around him and tucked themselves into every corner. He liked the emptiness of it all, how serene it could be to take comfort in his own loneliness. Rhett would wait until after lights out, way after the final few night owls broke themselves away from their studies, and would tiptoe out into the common room with his composition book in hand, jotting down music notes and time signatures while still trying his best to be quiet. A big anthology of British Literature is wedged in the doorframe, with Rhett trying his best to close himself away to conceal the noise. He’s too busy tinkering away at his next assignment for music class that he doesn’t hear the quiet thunk of the anthology hitting the parquet floor as someone slipped into the room with him.

“What the hell are you doing?” A voice pipes up from behind Rhett’s left shoulder, nearly scaring him out of his wits as he jumps, slamming the piano case down hard onto the keyboard.

“Holy hell” He chuckles, trying his best to recover and even out his breathing. His spindly fingers are shaking as he turns around to see the new scholarship student, Bianca something, in her pajamas, her curly hair dented and pressed from where her head pressed into her pillow.

Rhett had seen her around before, he sat in on the advanced writing seminar on the right day, he guessed, because he heard the girl make a snarky remark to that asshole Bret. It cost her an after-school detention but she gained Rhett’s respect immediately, and he had been intrigued by her ever since. Everyone knew about the scholarship kids, it was kind of hard not to. There were only a handful of them, a losers club of their own. But most of them kept their heads down and cowered at the taunts being thrown by their snooty classmates, making remarks about their thrifted textbooks and not-so-pristine school uniforms. Not this girl, though; it was a strange twist of fate, how he had wondered about her and now she was here.

“You know what time it is?” She asks with a raised eyebrow that doesn’t seem malicious, but Rhett doesn’t know how to take it.

Rhett palms the top of the upright piano until he finds where he tossed his phone, he clicks the home button, 3:13 am. “The witching hour” He muses, running a hand though his hair.

“Are you the one who’s always out here?” She asks again with that same hint of mischief. “That girl Donna’s convinced a bunch of freshman that there’s a ghost.”

“S’just me” Rhett mumbles, feeling embarrassed at the idea that his late-night musicalities weren’t as secret as he thought.

The girl walks across the room and sits on the other side of the piano bench next to Rhett. There was a funny sort of confidence she had, giving him an all-teeth smile as she says “So you’re the ghost”. Rhett smiles, excitement brewing in his stomach.

“Name’s Rhett Butler” He offers his skinny hand for the girl to shake and she does.

Gotta love a good, malnourished, take no bs academic boy. And he’s musically talented??? King. Give him some love!

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[jamkookies]

Okay

Description : A trip to Malta for the shooting of Bon Voyage seems peaceful enough until the moment things take an unexpected turn...

Word count : 3.3k

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"Please, sir! I'm begging you! Open up, please!"

It was surprising how the both of you hadn't even moved an inch despite the cries that had begun to turn downright hopeless but as Jungkook's arm shields your body defensively, you decide that you just can't take it anymore.

"Jungkook, we should take a look." you say hesitantly, turning your head in his direction.

"No way. It's a trap." he claims. "I'm sure of it."

Your eyes keep boring holes into the door as if your vision could penetrate it.

It's quiet for a while.

Maybe he left.

Maybe he-

A thunderous boom to the door.

"We have to at least take a look, dammit!" you exclaim and push his arm away, now decisively heading towards it.

"Wait!" Jungkook yells after you but instead of stopping you, he joins your side. Before you can make any further attempts, he mushes his face onto the platform and looks into the tiny peephole. Curiosity can hardly keep you still.

At last, Jungkook retreats and motions for you to take a look as well but you don't know whether to expect a garnison of soldiers or a horde of wild bisons behind the door because the expression on his face is unreadable.

The cold surface of the platform touching your forehead only makes you grow even more uncomfortable. Then, your eyes are able to discern an obscure figure behind the magnifying glass. "You've got to be kidding me, " you whisper as your eyes naturally widen.

This could not be.

Him, out of all people....

Both you and Jungkook exchange a look of silent agreement and he pushes the open button with no words needed. The door swings open to reveal a slightly dishevelled-looking man with multiple cuts and bruises marking his face. Those eyes you'd seen gleaming with vigilance are now tired, drowsy yet still scarred with horrors you could only imagine. You'd never forget those eyes because they had been the ones that had given you a chance to escape, a chance to save yourselves.

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook wonders, not bluntly but rather in a puzzled demeanor.

"Let me in, please. I'll explain everything, " the old bodyguard says and throws a look behind his back and down the stairs.

You and Jungkook exchange another look and then the latter opens the door wider, giving him space to enter. The bodyguard's face almost melts in relief upon the gesture. He crosses the doorstep in two huge strides, putting the farthest distance from it.

From the moment the lock clicks back in place, a deafening silence hangs into the air, adding even more to the suspense.

You decide to break the ice first. "What do you mean they're gonna kill your family?"

The bodyguard takes notice of where your eyes are fixed and he unconsciously touches a bruise on his chin. "Actually, I lied about that. I had to convince you to open the door."

Your anger flares like wild fire but before the flames can grow higher he quickly compensates for his mistake. "I'm really sorry. I had to.They...they did some things to me...I'll explain everything but I don't have much time."

"Why?" you demand. "Are they following yo-"

"What are you doing here in the first place?" Jungkook interrupts.

The man appears to be going through an internal conflict as his eyes shut tight, hands clench and unclench and the line of his eyebrows angles into a wide V. His distressed condition explained so much and yet so little. His eyes that up till now had been staring at the ground, lift to level up with yours and then flick to Jungkook's. "I went through hell itself to get here unnoticed. I'll have to go soon. But before I do, there's something you should know."

* * *

As much as Jungkook refused to drop the disgruntled attitude, he still made the man sit on the couch and then proceeded to offer him a much needed glass of water. The man drank and drank and drank like he'd forgotten its taste and freshness and after his thirst was sedated, he started chirping like a bird.

"First of all, I want to apologize about trying to take you by force back in Malta, even though in reality it was not my choice."

"We'd figured that out, " you confirm. "But why did you help us escape?"

You'd been racking your brains out for a long time now, trying to come up with a logical explanation but no answer fit in the frame. You just couldn't understand why he would put himself in danger so you could run away.

It didn't make any sense.

"I couldn't just let them take you like prisoners, " he says. "I had to at least give you a chance because I myself wasn't given one."

Jungkook's brows wrinkle in confusion. "What do you mean?"

A look of something like shame casts upon the man's face and he stares at his clasped hands. "When I first got this job, I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Being a bodyguard, I had taken everything into account, including the fact that I would probably have to give up my life at some point but I never thought I'd be involved in criminal affairs."

Criminal affairs? What was he talking about?

"I thought it was normal at first. I thought this was how things normally went but when you decided to go to that trip in Malta I realized that I couldn't get out of this sucking hole no matter how much I tried. And the worst thing about it is that you've had to suffer along all this time without even knowing it."

Jungkook raises a hand to stop him. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on there a second. Are you talking about Sejin making Y/N leave? And the the thing at the plane? I know he went a little too far but-"

"You think that's a coincidence?" the man shoots back. "He set everything up. From the tickets to the hotel to everything. Every single piece of it was planned out."

Your teeth grind against each other with a mixed state of anger and shock putting them into action. When you throw a glance at Jungkook's traumatised form, tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. The man's statement seemed to had jarred him to the bone and rendered him speechless, incapable of forming a coherent thought.

"I apologize for that, " the man continues. "I didn't want to say it straight away because I knew it would come as a shock to you but Mr.Sejin is not who you think he is. I've had to live with this knowledge for years now."

For a moment, Jungkook's eyes clear up and he blinks a number of times till his attention is completely aimed at the man's face. "Is this a joke or something? Did he send you here to play with us?"

The man's expression remains stoic, forever expressionless but even through his mask you could make out the scars of horrendous truths.

He wasn't lying.

You both knew that but you just couldn't accept it, even though deep down you had always sensed that the origin of your ordeals had been somehow designated.

The said bodyguard points a finger at his face. "You see these bruises, sir? They gave them to me as a punishment for not being able to bring you back. Beat me up till I fainted. When I woke up they made it clear that this time the job had to be done properly. That's why I'm here. To bring you back. But I won't be doing that. I'm here to make sure that you know who you're dealing with. I don't have the authority to talk with his superiors. Trust me, I've even tried to but he's always one step ahead of me." He smiles sadly. "I've gotten countless warnings because of that."

Jungkook puts his head in his hands and agressively ruffles his hair. "How long has this been going?"

The man doesn't hesitate. "6 years. Since the moment Ms.Y/N set foot on that company. He was obsessed with the idea of a boy-group only and didn't want any other intruders. I can witness the number of times he complained to his superiors about not letting her join. He kept pestering them, kept telling them all sorts of things but PD-nim was the one who insisted on taking her. After that he was absolutely furious. You should've seen the way he flung things around in his office. It made me scared for a moment."

He releases a long-kept sigh and shakes his head dreadfully.

"This went on for as much as I can remember. He never changed, always kept making attempts into kicking her out and covered it with a fake smile. But this time he had it all planned out to the smallest detail and couldn't afford to just brush it off as usual. That's probably his biggest mistake so far. He just couldn't stand hiding in a bush anymore so he went 'go hard or go home' I guess."

All this new information was making your head spin. Your mind wasn't helping either, continuously attaching images to the words, helping build up the portrayal of the man who had detested you for so many years, piece by piece. To say that you'd been dismayed was an understatement. You just couldn't believe your ears, couldn't wrap your head around the idea.

"What exactly had he planned?" asks Jungkook with a tint of hesitation in his voice. Understandable enough, taking into consideration the fact that he was fed up with the truths he'd heard. The bodyguard takes a sip from his glass and gulps audibly. He keeps throwing nervous looks at the door, as if waiting for someone to burst in.

"If you can remember....the accident with the saesang girl...."

No

Not that

Anything but that

"It was not an accident, " he confirms. "Your manager planned it."

No

No no no no no no-

"He hired that girl knowing she was a saesang and told her what she had to do. He promised her Jungkook would be hers if she managed to get the job done. That night, when you sneaked out into the forest, it's like you offered yourselves to her in a silver platter. And that's how it went. She took care of everything; the car, the tools, even her assistant."

He shakes his head and you see a melancholic smile cast upon his lips as he looks directly at you. "Stupid girl. She hated you so much to the point where she even ignored Sejin's orders for a moment. He'd never intended to kill you. Obviously, he wasn't that stupid. But she didn't care at all. Thought about getting rid if you since she had the chance and went all-psycho. Unfortunately for her, you managed to escape and that's when Mr.Sejin got angry. Really, really angry. His face got all red and puffy and when Namjoon-ssi tried to talk to him, worried about you gone missing, he yelled in his face."

Joon.

You can almost feel the nostalgic taste of the word in your tongue. It was like smelling that familiar aroma of fresh flowers that grew in your back yard and being swept into a wave of old memories. Sick of you, to not think enough about him all this time, when all he'd ever did was worry about you.

You missed them. All of them. So much to the point where it hurt.

Were they okay?

Now that you were certain about your manager's intentions, you couldn't help feeling concerned about the rest of the boys.

Unaware of your thoughts, the man continues with his story. "And things got even worse when she shot you and you jumped into the stream. I guess she panicked. Her voice was literally shaking from the other side of the phone during the call with manager-nim. I don't know what she said exactly but it still didn't make him give up. After all, he had to prepare for the grand finale."

Jungkook's sharp intake of breath switches your attention to him. You examine his face carefully, looking for any signs of panic but nothing makes it to the surface.

At least not yet.

"-called the ambulance to make sure you wouldn't die."

The momentary distraction had made you zone out and you're only able to catch the last part of the phrase.

"Then what?" Jungkook asks softly.

It's like the man's physiognomy is put into action; eyelids blinking furiously, lips opening and closing, hands fumbling with each-other. He seems nervous to keep talking and that only puts Jungkook on edge even more.

"Then what? " the latter insists. Bolder this time.

The man chokes the words out. "Th-then you wrestled with that girl's assistant. And-"

"And I killed him." Jungkook finishes for him. You notice the way his eyes turn glassy and distant, as if they'd travelled back in time, recalling the events.

"No, sir. He's alive."

Both yours and Jungkook's head snap in his direction with lightning speed.

Had you just imagined him saying that?

"What?" you voice.

"He didn't kill him, " the man confirms and this time you can clearly see his lips matching the words. "It was all a trick."

Clash

"No!"

Tiny little glass shards scatter across the floor, but you don't even have time to react as another loud noise joins it.

"No!" Jungkook yells again after taking out the anger on the second vase. " I don't believe you! You're lying!" He's fully risen to his feet, his chest puffed from breathing too hard. You've never seen him like this, so angry and panicked and scared.

"He's alive, sir. I'm not lying. They enacted the death-"

"Shut up!" Jungkook screams.

"-to make Y/N-ssi feel guilty and leave. Please, sir. You have to listen to me. You did not kill anyone."

A storm of emotions drowns you whole and it's impossible to pinpoint a particular feeling in the midst of all the chaos. Pain, sadness, relief, anger. They all come as a flooding mess, an absolute wreck.

But none of that matters now.

Not as you notice Jungkook from the corner of your eye, slowly sink to the floor and curl into a ball. It's just like that night at the hotel. He rocks back and forth with no awareness of his surroundings, completely lost in his despair.

The storyteller gives him a perplexed look. He must be wondering why Jungkook was reacting this way, why he didn't sigh in relief upon the news of his innocence.

That's because the man didn't know what the idea of killing someone had done to him and how hard it was to just rip that thought out of his mind. He'd convinced himself over and over that he was guilty, that he was a murderer. You'd witnessed it yourself during all those restless nights filled with nightmares driven by his own conscience. You'd both tried to speak as little as you could about it by trying to avoid that fact but now that he's given up and let himself fall apart, you're able to see how it had ruined him beyond repair.

You glare at the bodyguard to stop him from going further and rush to Jungkook's side on the floor.

And your heart shatters into a million pieces.

He's sobbing like a little child.

A grown-up man turned into a little kid just like that, with his arms wrapped around his knees, head buried low within.

You carefully approach him and crouch on the floor, putting a hesitant hand on his shoulder. "Kook..."

He doesn't even acknowledge your presence and his sobs only seem to increase but that doesn't discourage you from throwing your arms around him in a wide hug.

"It's okay, Kook. You're okay."

Suddenly, his hands wrap around your waist and he hugs you so tightly, you almost fall back. You thread your fingers through his dark silky hair and pat his head.

Another choked sob escapes his throat.

Oh how you wished you were the one suffering, not him. If only you could take all his pain from him, you'd gladly do it. You'd do anything for him.

His fists scrunch the fabric on the back of your shirt as hit tears spill on your collarbones.

"You're okay, you're okay, shhhhhhh." you whisper in his ear.

All is forgotten by now. The only thing you can focus on is to let him know that you were here, that you understood, and that it was okay to feel like this.

It was okay not to be okay.

* * *

You'd lost all sense of time with Jungkook in your arms that you'd failed to even throw a look at the man in the corner, silently waiting for the situation to cool down.

"I'm sorry." you hear Jungkook's worn voice at the side of your neck.

"Don't be." you answer. "It's not your fault."

He finally unties his hands from your waist and takes a deep breath. A dark veil still hangs in his eyes but he tries to cover it up with a weak smile. However, the smile turns a tad bit more genuine when you cup his cheek with one hand and gently caress it.

"I'll get you some water," you say and make to get up but he grips your hand and looks up at you with pleading eyes.

"Don't go."

If you could choose to have an image branded at the back of your mind, this particular one would be it. Those big round eyes and the messy curls that fell over them carelessly, that scar on his cheekbone, the one you'd always loved, and the pouty lips under the frame of which a tiny mole showed.

You feel like crying and laughing at the same time.

Yet you still understand.

He needed the physical support as much as the he needed the emotional one in order to have something to hang onto. A safe harbor to keep him from straying off into the dark corners of his traumas.

"Okay." You sit back down and Jungkook clings onto your arm almost immediately.

"Sir, " the man finally decides to speak. "I'm really sorry about everything."

Jungkook nods in affirmation.

You're just about to add something when the man's inner pocket of his coat starts to vibrate.

He gulps.

Looks at the door.

With shaking hands, he reaches inside his coat and retrieves his phone.

"It's him." he says upon taking a look at the screen.

Your senses tingle with a mind of their own. What you'd been talking about all this time takes the form of a man. The source of all your fears and sufferings.

The floor suddenly grows uncomfortable.

Bzzzzzzzz

It's like the vibrations are digging into your brain, each buzz more unbearable than the other.

The man can't seem to take it anymore. He taps on the phone and pushes it to his ear.

A gruff voice joins the line.

You're not able to catch any of the words but the man's face says it all.

Something happened.

"Don't hurt them, " he croaks.

More yelling on the other side of the phone call.

Then, silence.

At this point you don't know what to expect. You tightly squeeze Jungkook's leg in reassurance.

The man's begging eyes turn to plead with yours, desperate, hopeless. "I'm sorry, " he says and runs off to the door.

But instead of leaving, he pushes the open button.

And waits.

Your heart leaps in your throat when a dozen other bodyguards rush inside.

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[strangerthingfanfic]

Chapter 1: The Attack

“It’s bullshit,” Nancy said when Steve asked about their relationship prompting him to push his way out of the bathroom and out the front.

He knew he should've stayed and made sure a very drunk Nancy made her way home safely but he was too angry to think rationally.

Heading to his car he saw someone who made his blood boil, even more, Billy Hargrove, standing smugly on the other side of the street staring at him.

Not feeling up to dealing with the jackass right then Steve looked down and unlocked his car door and when he looked up again Billy was gone.

Glad that ended with ease Steve opened his car door and started to get in when all of a sudden someone gripped his arm tightly and after hitting his head on the top of the car Steve passed out.

When he woke up he was on a soft bed. The room was dimly lit. Rubbing the back of his head he tried to sit up but got dizzy almost immediately.

“That's a nasty bruise on your forehead Harrington I wouldn't move too fast,” a familiar voice said mockingly.

Fuming Steve replied, “this is kidnapping Hargrove, that's a federal crime”.

Billy laughed and said “I saved your worthless ass, Harrington. Someone didn't seem to like the fact you hurt Nancy and left her alone even though you knew she was wasted. Oh yeah and the fact you didn't even notice she was still hurting from losing her friend, what was her name, Barb”

This pissed Steve off more but he stayed where he was and said “were you spying on us, Billy? Who the fuck tried to kill me since you know so much huh”?

Suddenly Billy was sitting at the edge of his bed looking at him.

“It was a werewolf. I'm guessing someone in her family because they were beyond pissed and weren't going to spare you. I mean after they knocked you out the dragged you out and started scratching at your stomach trying to disembowel you.

I couldn't let them do that's so I went over and kicked its ass. If you look at your chest you'll see the bandages as well as this nice parting gift he left me on my eye” Billy said.

Steve looked at Billy's face and sure enough, there was a scratch over his left eye. He also felt pain in his chest and stomach area.

“Why did you save me?” Steve asked curiously.

Billy smiled and Steve’s blood ran cold as he saw Billy's teeth. He had fangs. Fangs that were dripping a bit of blood.

Billy closed his mouth and said softly “don't worry Stevie that blood belongs to the were that tried to kill you. I wouldn't dream of biting you until you want me too”.

This was all too much for Steve at the moment and he fell back asleep.

Billy smiled and covered him up.

A small tiger came bounding in. It had white fur with red decorating the bottom of it's ears and feet.

Leaping into the air the little tiger became a 13 yr old girl with red hair and she landed right onto Billy's lap.

“Dad, is he going to be ok. That were got him good” the girl asked, staring up at her dad with deep blue eyes.

Billy placed a hand on her head and said “he's a strong guy Max, he will be fine. Now you go and get you're homework done and tomorrow I will take you to the arcade to hang out with your new friends”.

After placing a kiss on her forehead, Max headed out and to her own room. She was obsessed with keeping her high score on dig dug and he liked her having real friends finally.

The clan they came from was no place for any child to be raised and as soon as he was financially stable enough he got the hell out.

The first thing he did was enroll himself and her in school.

He looked younger than he actually was and passed as her brother.

That's where he met Steve. The man caught his eye the moment he saw him. His brown hair and beautiful and loving eyes just drew him in.

He hadn't let himself love since Max’s mother abandoned them when Max was born.

She had known Billy was a shifter and a vampire but she was convinced it wouldn't pass to Max so the moment when Max was born a small pup her mother was gone.

Thinking about it made Billy growl. When he heard Steve moving he chastised himself for being too loud.

Billy stood up and suddenly there was a full-sized white male tiger in his place. He laid down beside Steve's bed and kept watch all night.

Chapter 2: Vampires are Real

When Steve woke up he was alone and the sun was up.

He looked at the clock and couldn't believe it was almost 11 am.

Not only did he have a pounding headache from drinking so much his head also hurt where it had hit the steering wheel.

His chest and stomach also hurt.

Steve tried to get up but it hurt so bad he just collapsed back onto his pillow.

Had he dreamed what happened? Maybe he was in a car crash and not attacked by a werewolf and found out Billy was a vampire.

But that reality came crashing down as Billy entered the room with a tray of food and Robin trailed in after him with drinks.

“I made breakfast. I didn't know what you liked so I put all the different breakfast foods on your plate. Robin here also wanted a plate of everything. I myself prefer waffles with eggs and sausage with a side of toast” Billy said handing Steve the massive plate of food.

Robin went over and handed him a cup of coffee. He took a sip. He had never tasted such rich coffee in his life.

“Its ground at the source,” Billy said before putting a huge fork full of sausage and waffle in his mouth.

Robin started to eat a bit of everything and also was amazed at the richness of the coffee and she wasn't even a coffee drinker.

Steve just stared at the two of them. Eating and chatting like old friends.

“What the hell is going on” Steve said louder than he meant and scared the others.

“We are having breakfast dingus, what does it look like?” Robin said, placing a huge fork full of stuff in her mouth.

“He's a damn vampire. How's he awake, how's he in the sun, how is he eating food?” Steve said, trying to relax and catch his breath.

“Slow down Harrington. I will explain. First of all, those are all misconceptions about our race.

We can go out during the day, we can eat normal food, most of us wear religious jewelry and go to church.

The only difference is we can't die from disease so basically unless some asshole kills us, and I don't mean stake us with a wooden cross unless of course, they hit the heart, we live forever.

Oh yeah, Max, she is my daughter. I just dropped her off at the arcade to hang out with the others.

I think she has a major crush on Lucas. I just hope it stays at the crush stage and doesn't move further” Billy said with a smile and shoved another fork full of food in his mouth.

“Just relax Steve, if Billy hadn't been there I would be burying you today instead of having breakfast with you” Robin said with tears welling up.

Billy wiped away the tears and said sweetly “but I was there and Steve will be fine beautiful”.

Robin blushed and thanked him before quickly shoving more food in her mouth. She didn't know how to tell him she had no interest in guys but that could wait for later.

Sighing, Steve took a bite of his food. It melted in his mouth and he couldn't help but moan in enjoyment.

Billy smiled with excitement and Robin knew right then that those two were going to be getting together.

“I like your moan, Harrington. Maybe next time I can make you moan” Billy said, licking his lips.

Steve blushed and put food in his mouth.

Around 2 pm Billy went to pick up Max from the arcade leaving Robin to watch over Steve.

“Are you sure we can trust him, Robin? I mean the guy is a full-fledged vampire. Also I'm sorry you're stuck watching over me on your day off. I promise I will be back scooping ice cream with you in no time” Steve said, trying not to move too much.

“I don't mind dingus. And when it comes to Billy I fully trust him. He had come to my house after dropping his kid off and told me everything.

Also, Steve if you think Billy being a vampire is a major shock to the system just wait until you see what else he can do.

He told me What happened to you, about who and what he was? He didn't keep anything a secret.

Also, you're crushing so hard. Who cares what he is right? I mean he likes you too so take advantage of that” Robin said as she smoothed Steve's blanket.

Steve blushed but didn't say anything. He was still organizing his feelings when it came to Billy.

Before any more could be said a giant white tiger with a little white tiger on its back came into the room and glared up at Steve and Robin.

Suddenly the small one bolted out the door while the bigger one slowly became Billy. “You better run kiddo” Billy growled and smoothed his hair back.

“I told you that there was much more dingus” Robin said laughing.

“Can you believe I found her making out with Lucas behind the arcade? She is so grounded and Lucas’s mother has informed me that he is grounded as well. Sue is an amazing woman. I wish Max’s mom had been like her” Billy said to no one.

“I'm sorry to hear Max’s mom wasn't there,” Steve said gently.

Blushing Billy smiled and said, “thanks, Steve. I'm going to go and make dinner. Glad I didn't scare you too much there”.

“Nah you're ten times more adorable in that form” Steve said jokingly making Robin roll her eyes at all the flirting.

Billy gave a low growl and then headed out of the room.

“Just tell him how you feel about him,” Robin said.

Steve smiled and laid back. He was thinking about it, he was also thinking about dinner.

“This isn't too bad. A soft bed, a good friend, Billy, Max and of course food” Steve thought to himself as he waited for Billy to return.

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