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CHAPTER 6: SPANISH SORROW

Leon Kennedy x fem!escort!reader

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Summary: Two months have passed now and only two weeks ago did Leon complete and return the presidents daughter from the throes of Ganados. Since then, you’ve barely been able to see him and so you formulate your own plan, making sure he gets well needed rest.

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You’d never admit it, but the way his face softened when he realised what you had done was enough to make your heart melt.

It’s been two whole weeks since he returned from his mission to spain; he hadn’t told you much but from his meetings and debriefings you overheard enough to understand the basics of what he experienced. You asked Hunnigan once how he was doing and then a second time when you saw her at lunch. Then a third, and a fourth, until you’d hunt her down to get an update. There were hours when she genuinely didn’t know; he would lose connection and all they had was the beeping dot on the map to show his status. She always managed to see through your disguised questions and eventually just let you sit with her for the remainder of the day, not without a poke at how you always seem to fuss over him. It got to the point where you had watched over her move the controls so much that you had picked up on how the radio operatives worked and you even took over for her so she could catch some sleep. You would sit there at the controls, praying he’d just tap in even just to say he’s doing okay. No one would tell you what dangers he was facing out there as it was considered classified but that alone provided you with more worry. Plus, it didnt help that everything was moving so fast, hell he had been in Spain for no longer than two days and had experienced all kinds of monsters, creatures and the like.

Eventually he returned, dirty and bruised, with a multitude of cuts and scrapes running down his body. You barely had a chance to see him as he was ushered for a check up by the DSO’s nurses and the rumour eventually reached your ears that he had been temporarily infected by a virus whilst in Spain. You had no authority in this place, only having status just higher than the interns, and so you had to wait until you were assigned to escort him somewhere to actually see him. It didn’t bother you too much though because you had a plan of your own. It took you three days, and quite a bit of overtime but it was nothing compared to what he must’ve experienced out there, so you figured this was the least you could do for him.

The air is quiet when he walks into the office that morning, eyes sunken and a steeled look across his chiseled face; it’s the first time he’s actually stood still since coming back. He had never looked this stern the day you started here and it only took one mission for him to shape-shift into the sight you know now. He looks around at the relatively quiet office, no one asking him for things or any duties before he takes a few long strides over to your small box desk. Your eyes flicker up to him, pretending you didn’t peek over the dividers and watch him enter with that confused look.

“You’re back. How was the mission?”

He just gives you a nod, leaning against your desk’s partition before he shrugs.

“It was.. okay. I’m still standing..” You blink at him for a second, not expecting such a simple answer but then again, Leon has never been one for long descriptions. “So what do i have on my schedule today? No one has told me about anything.” He says, glancing around again as if expecting someone to barge in and rush him out of the room to be thrown headfirst into another straining situation. Instead, you just turn back to your laptop, unable to hide the small grin rising on your lips. “Theres nothing on your schedule.”

He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, exasperation in his voice. “Stop acting stupid with me. Who do i need to talk to today- i must have something.” He looks irritated now, but you barely falter when you just shrug your shoulders.

“Nope, nothing to do today. Infact, you can just go right home.” This time he closes the screen of your laptop and hooks his shoe on the bottom of the seat of your swivel chair, pulling you towards him so you have to face him— his eyes narrowing at you suspiciously. “I said no games.”

“And i’m saying that you have nothing.”

His frustration grows with each of your words, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Thats not possible-“

“Yes it is. I cleared your schedule.”

“Just because you ‘cleared’ my schedule, doesnt mean all the work magically disappeared, did it?”

“No of course it didnt.”

“So where is the work?”

“There.” He follows your finger to a pile on your desk and with a huff he picks up the stack of papers in his arms.

“Took you long enough,” he mutters, flicking through the pages to see what he needs to fill in.“You know i dont have time-“

All of a sudden he falls silent and then he places the stack down on your desk, flicks through every single paper until he reaches the bottom until his breath hitches and his head turns to you slowly. “They’re all finished.”

“Mhm.”

“You.. you finished them?” You just nod again, lifting your laptop screen back up as you tap away again.

“I have no work— at all? No meetings? No nothing?”

“Not even an email.” You finally look at him and the sight of his face softening is enough to make you think that every extra hour after work, every tired morning and exhausted evening was completely worth it.

He just looks back down at the papers again, his breath finally releasing as his thumb brushes over every hand written sentence. He opens his mouth to question your motives until he makes eye contact with you; the way you look at him with such care is enough to make him go insane. You’re fussing over him again.

He turns away, fiddling with some pens in your organiser. “Dont i have a meeting in the south though? They booked a hotel and everything; you’re supposed to escort me there.” You just shrug, and pull up an email before turning the laptop to face him. “Well, he wanted to know the ins and outs of your trip, so i asked Hunnigan what we’re not allowed to tell and blurred it from your original mission report.”

You watch his eyes scan over the words in wonder before he stands back up again, swallowing so sharp that you can visibly see his throat bob. “So, i dont have anything? At all?”

“No, but you still do have to go down the south. The guy was fine with a report and not an interview but the DSO dont really know that. If they see you here in the office, they’ll think you skipped the meeting.”

He nods slowly, and then picks up one of your pens, twirling it in his fingers.

“So a free vacation, huh? Why havent you packed your bags yet then?”

You just shake your head and them give him a confused expression. “It’s your holiday, why would you want me to come?”

He realises he may have trapped himself in that one, and he immediately turns back to the pen pot to hide from your prying eyes. “Well, you were booked for the trip too. Wont it be weird if you stayed behind when you’re supposed to be escorting me?”

Oh, you didnt think of that.

Soon enough you’re sat against the window of the most agent-esque looking car you’ve seen in your life— a Porsche targa, you think— all you know is that it’s interior is as stunning as the sleek exterior. It feels good to be treated so well; maybe the sleepless nights pay off after all. It’s a two hour trip needed to arrive for the ‘meeting’ at 8am and you’re practically a few miles away from the hotel now. You used to be booked into a different hotel than Leon’s but the DSO messed it up once and since then they always put the pair of you together. There still was a pile of paperwork so today wasn’t a complete holiday, but it was a nice change of scenery to be in South Carolina’s beaches again. Eventually, you reach the hotel and you both climb out the car, your hands holding a backpack containing your laptop and for once he’s holding nothing. The pair of you head inside, checking in at the counter before you head up to your room. It’s not a full blown suite but it’s comfortable and overlooks the pier nearby, the ocean breeze blowing the soft cream curtains.

As you place your bag down on the bed and unpack your stuff, he walks over to the window, peering out.“You gonna go down to the pier?”

He pauses as he scratches the back of his neck as his suitcase is wheeled in by someone else. “Yeah, i guess i will. I am free for the rest of today..”

He turns and looks at you for a second, his voice lowering as he mutters the last bit as if waiting for you to give him a crazy look and ask him if he had developed mild schizophrenia because he does actually have work.

“Yup, totally free.”

You watch him awkwardly begin to walk towards the door, uneasy with the sudden feeling of nothing on his shoulders as he prepares to head out. “You sure you’ll be all right here? I mean, you know you’re still new-“

“You know how to program?” Ever since taking the escort job, your hours had been practically all over the place so you decided to fill the extra time by enrolling for a part time course. It acts as a qualification on top of your degree and you’ll take any work experience related to your course and hopefully get you closer to your dream job. Hunnigan had even given you a few pointers for ideal skills and even though it meant more work, you were determined to push through. He watches you raise an eyebrow at him and sighs, placing his hand on the door handle and opening the door.

“..Point taken. Just don’t work for too long, i’ll come back at dinner or something.”

You give him a small nod as he leaves, clicking the door shut and leaving you with your pile of work.

You finish at about 4:30pm , deciding to laze on the small couch in the room and read a book. It was a nice atmosphere with the sun shining down into the room but if you went to the beach now you were sure to get burnt. Suddenly you hear a click of the door and watch Leon enter, or well, a very sandy Leon enter. His hair is covered in the miniscule pieces as well as his sliders and his arms, not to mention the very grumpy expression on his face as he wipes his face.

“What happened to you?” It’s obvious he’s slightly aggravated by the teasing lilt in your tone, placing your book down as your eyes scan him up and down.

“Accidentally dozed off. Apparently I roll around a lot when I sleep.” He mutters, shrugging his wet sliders off and heading into the bathroom with a grumble.

“Why didn’t you just wash off in the sea?” You call out, a little confused on why he’s so grumpy. It’s just sand, what did he expect at the beach?

“Sand ended up in places sand is never meant to be.” He mumbles out and he immediately slams the door when you burst out laughing, followed by the small thud of you falling off the couch.

Yawns eventually begin to wrack your body as you finish the burrito in your hand, tossing the wrapper into a random bin as you start heading back to the hotel to turn in for the night. Leon mentioned heading out again but you were too engrossed in a tricky problem with your work to get all the details, so you’re not really sure if he’ll be back or not. Kind of a bummer because you were planning to watch a movie with him (you’d call it a movie night but that’d just reinforce his perceptions of you as a kid rather than a few years younger than him).

The current issue right now is that you can’t quite find the hotel and you may or may not have let your phone die. Definitely not the smartest option you could think of but you’re sure you’ll find it soon enough— it’s still light out anyway, not like you’ll get gobbled by a bioweapon.. again. Thankfully you spot the beach that you could see from the window, the groynes running perpendicular to the shore all the way up the sand. Well you now know for certain that the building behind you must be the hotel, but you cant quite help but be inclined to take your shoes off and walk along the sand for a bit. It’s been a while since this job has given you a nice break like this and there’s not much else you expected to do tonight. Even this usual work outfit was starting to annoy you so, soon enough, you have the cool sand scratching your skin as the sea breeze blows your hair out of your face, the sun slowly growing lower in the distance. You spot a seagull pecking at a child’s hat near the shore, likely having snatched it right off his head which makes you chuckle just a bit. However, the seagull soon flies east, bringing your eyes further down the beach to a small figure sitting at the more rocky parts, the shore crashing more harshly there.

As you draw closer, you notice the rough figure turn into a familiar posture, sharp features and a mop of messy blond hair. Also known as your own boss, Leon Kennedy. You hadn’t quite expected for him to return to the beach again— if you could call this part a beach, it was all large rocks and no sand or pebbles— but you were intrigued more than anything. In the hell that had been the past six months with him, you’ve had countless arguments, plenty of facepalms and raised voices nearly every day. It’s strange to see him look so..serene. The wind disperses his hair in all different directions, rocks disappearing into the waves as he throws them. There's no hunch in his shoulders, his muscles don't strain from tension and his head is even dropped just slightly. He looks calm, peaceful even and you can't help but just stare at the sight of it.

However, you’re forced to whip round from a slam of a car door in the distance, followed by muffled yelling. Likely a domestic incident but now as you turn back to the sea, Leon’s head is turned. Your eyes aren't damn magnifying glasses but for once in your life, there actually isn't a scowl on his face even though he’s staring directly at you. For a second, you pause, wondering if he’ll ignore you or turn away and hope you go. Instead he kind of just glances back expectantly in the few seconds you stand there and before you can stop yourself, your feet are dug into the sand as you begin to walk . What you had failed to notice before was the fact his shirt was off, pale skin bare to the cold air and scars on full view for any lone eyes to view. No one else would roam near these parts which is likely the reason for it, but you were here now and your breath couldn't help but catch in your throat at the sight. You hadn't thought about it much before, always figuring that he had scars from missions but never realising the extent of them. Most of his back is covered in bandages, tight around new wounds from his latest mission– you weren’t allowed to see his medical records so this was the only hint to what had really gone down out there that day.

The air was quieter now and your movements were far more hesitant than ever, slower steps the closer you got to his figure sitting atop the rocks. The waves are louder now, crashing against the dark curves of schist formed there before the energy dissipates and returns back to the sea once more. You stop a few steps away, almost fearful he’d scoff or give you a glare for even disturbing his peace for a second, but he doesn’t, just continues to look out at the sea. You let out a breath you didnt know you were holding— taking care that you don't sit on any wet parts of the rock before you sit beside him, legs dangling just slightly above the floor. You hadn't quite realised how uneven this area was just yet.

“It.. it hurts a lot, doesnt it?”

The words are small and quiet, almost enough to blend in with the seabreeze whistling past the pair of you, through your hair and past your clothes. His eyes sink a little, head tilting downwards just slightly before he lifts his head up straight once more and gives you a small nod. He’s never been the talkative type and yet somehow he is all the same. You’ve heard him mutter to himself plenty of times and yet it’s times like these when he truly seems to lose his words. It’s not like you can particularly blame him for that— after all, you couldnt help but peek at his mission reports and well, it sounded like a preview of hell. Another breath escapes you as you run a hand through your hair, blinking at the waves that wash up to splash against both of your feet. “You’re not… going for any missions again soon.. right?”

Despite all of your differences, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the sheer stress of it all. This mission alone had your nails chewed at each new update from Hunnigan, eyes tired and teeth grit constantly as you worried more and more about him. From his words alone, it didn’t sound good and the reports he submitted only made everything sound a hundred times worse. You knew well you’d be scarred for life if you witnessed such a thing; you don’t know how he does it.

“No, i’m not.” You don't notice the relief that exudes from your body, eyes fluttering close for a few seconds as you just sit there, hearing his own breaths pass through his lips.

“Are you.. disappointed?”

He asks, throwing another small pebble at the waves, only causing it to disappear with a soft splash. “Why would i be?” You raise a brow, positive that you’ve never made an effort to seem annoyed at him at all in the past day. Maybe you said something accidentally? Maybe when you laughed at him for his sandy face?

“I returned back to what I was before..” You almost didn't hear the words over the soft squawks of the birds leaving, even the shore starting to draw back. It was like nature itself was watching over him, giving him the space he deserves right now. But not you, no, because you’d be damned if you ever let someone wallow like this. You knew what he was getting at though, the feeling of relapsing into the person you tried so hard to escape from. It was like a never ending cycle, a cruel promise that somehow you’d always return back to who you were.

“I’m not mad at you.” You shuffle up right beside him now, the wind blowing past the curve of your cheeks and pushing your shoulders to relax, almost bumping against his own. “You shouldn't have to feel bad for how you’ve acted, especially if it hasn't harmed anyone.”

The words are slow, as if you can't quite form the thoughts you want to express to him because if you really did— you’re positive he’d push you away. It’s clear he doesn't expect pity, but that didn't mean you couldn't try to make him feel comfortable at the very least. “I was too naive myself, I should've known that the DSO isn't like any other regular office job.” The laugh that escapes you is dry, almost bittersweet as you lean back a little, your arm propping you up against the rocks.

“Why did you do this then?” You know what he wants to know and yet you don't quite understand why you did it yourself. He’s confused, unsure of why you’d suddenly tire yourself just to allow the man who tormented you to sleep peacefully for one night. The only thing is, you’re just as confused as he is but you think you have a vague idea so naturally, you shrug your shoulders and clench your fingers into fists. “I saw the reports and I guess I just thought that.. if I was in that situation, i’d have collapsed from the strain of it all.” The waves suddenly sound softer, like they’re harmonious with your kind words and the way his face becomes gentler and he slowly turns to you. He doesn't say anything yet, just watching your side profile, how the breeze parts the strands of your hair and the small worry swirling in your eyes as you look at the sun touching the horizon— sinking so incredibly slowly away. It reminds him of the sunrise at the end of the mission, the relief that spread through his body feeling similar to the one now.

However, that relief was due to the lack of panic, fear and strain on his body, finally allowing him to reduce himself to a calm state without having to worry about the president’s daughter right behind him. The relief right now felt warmer yet lighter all the same, like a cool drink on a sunny day or the feeling of sinking into a cloud of pillows. It was soothing in a way, calm and reassuring and get most of all, he felt known for a moment. From breaking up with his girlfriend before the Raccoon City incident to losing the last of his innocence in the span of a night, to being blackmailed into a government program with no support and no one to stand beside him only to end up here, beside you, beside someone who gave an ounce of a crap about his well being when everyone he’s ever met has just left. He’s not trying to be sappy, or exaggerative, not trying to say he hates his job or his life, but right now he’s relieved. He feels so relieved that he finally has a place to return to in this world, even if it’s just telling you about his last mission.

“..Leon?” The hand infront of his face snaps him out his thoughts, quickly turning his head back to the water as he runs his hand through the messy blond locks on his head. He just grunts in response, not quite having the energy to even speak a word to you.

“Your bandages are all messed up from the water..” Your hand hesistantly reaches out towards one for a fraction of a second before settling on the rock as you push yourself to a stand. “I’ll rewrap them for you back at the hotel. It’ll be done better if i do it.”

For once, he doesnt argue and stands quietly in agreement, not bothering to find amusement in the way your eyes widen in shock and you scramble to lead him back to the hotel, his finger looped in yours.

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Midnight Gaming: A tale of Horny Furries

So I played The Crown Of Leaves past midnight, checked socials to find... Silksong confirmed to NOT appear in tuesdays games onl.

So Geoff Keighley cleared the air on twitter, letting hollow knight fans know not to hold thier breath for silksong this tuesday.

I havent played hollow knight myself but im aware that a lot of people enjoyed it and were waiting for the dlc-that-got-changed-to-a-sequel game. Send a prayer and hug to any hollow knight fans you see, y'aint all back quite yet.

So heres a lil story, I started following an artist few years back when I first saw their artwork and it enchanted me. Thier artwork contained characters in scenes just looking fantastic, different little details that were enjoyable to search, you know the term a picture is worth a thousand words? Theirs were worth a whole novel each. All of it wrapped in a world that you only get a glimpse of with each picture, accompanied with a description that tells a very short story. You know how dark souls had a lot of its lore within item and weapon descriptions? Same vibe and I loved them. It was the kind of world I wished there was some media, like a book, an animation, a game perhaps, where I could explore that world more.

So I followed this artist for a while, got excited for every new bit of art they posted, and over time they changed some things. About their characters, about the world. It was gradual so I paid no mind at first but eventually it got to the point where I realised I enjoyed their art less than I did before. The art was still good, the quality was still fantastic, I just dont feel as interested in them as I did before. They changed their characters and world so much, it just didn't do it for me. I could show you two images of what looked like two characters and hear me explain to you that they're infact the same character, ones just a more recent characterisation.

Now let me make this clear here, this is purely my personal opinion here. If the artist is happy with thier changes, then thats fine, more power to them. Its their world and characters to do with, my thoughts do not override that. I am not demanding they revert those changes just to suit my taste, i'd rather they didnt do that and just do what appeals to them. To make art for themselves. And if you happen to figure out who I'm talking about, please keep it to yourself. I do not want this artist harrassed on my behalf so please dont, this is a me problem.

Now as I said, I loved the look of their world that I wanted something like a game to explore it. So one day as I browsed the steam store, I managed to stumble across this game that had me shook. The screenshots, the characters, the enviroments. It looked a tad similar to the artist I followed but it was an entirely different world, tho it carried the spirit of what drew me in with that previous artists work in the first place and I checked to be sure, that artist's name was nowhere in the credits so they werent involved at all in this. Needless to say I picked it up just on that principle alone and... didnt play it until last night. Funny how that works.

So The Crown Of Leaves is a visual novel/point and click hybrid with following different routes and talking to folks like a visual novel and collecting items, solving puzzles like a point and click. Your just following a simple day as roui, trying to get by until some weird shit happens. And thats all im gonna say on the story without spoiling it. Listen, when I started playing, it had me hooked. The art just gut punched me right in the very place I felt was missing. It drew me in like the art I used to study with that old artist. Clicking on various objects just to hear little snippets, grabbing lil pieces of lore about the world I was in, seeing the characters and hearing them talk, their personalities just fleshed out and fascinating. Man, I was practically in love all over again.

In fact, im just gonna fill the rest of this post with some of this games art just so you can see what I mean.

Now, I do recommend this game but there is one thing you should know. The game isnt done, so far theres only two chapters with chapter three in progress but bare in mind it is a small indie team so take my recommendation with a grain of salt. Regardless you should definatly pick it up.

Maybe 18th century furries that live in a fantasy world that have a sort of gothic/mystical vibe do be one of my favourite genders.

See you all tomorrow. Feel free to leave game suggestions and feedback. Anons are currently on.

[snackleggg]

Okay, we're doing this.

Reincarnated King AU

As the name suggests, Danny is the reincarnation of a previous ghost king.

Reincarnation is a rare thing that usually only happens under circumstance of planned fate or curse.

Danny's previous life (who is just known as The King because he was around a long time ago and his name was forgotten over time but his legend wasnt) was a really virtuous ghost king. He united the infinite realms like never before, establishing rules and laws that still stand even hundreds of years later.

He was actually the ghost king that preceded Pariah Dark.

When Pariah Dark became a known conqueror with an army of the raised corpses of those he defeated he eventually came face to face with the ghost king himself because he was threatening to throw the infinite realms into chaos. Of course he wasn't the ghost king for nothing and Pariah couldn't beat him, instead he conscripted a sorcerer to put a powerful curse on The King but the sorcerer was like "his power will usually deflect any curses or magic and if it does get passed his power it will probably be altered in some way that we wont know about until later" but Pariah insisted so the sorcerer cursed The King to die the next time he won a battle.

The curse worked! It landed! But not without that catch of getting altered by The King's powers if it did get past them. It accidently turned it into a reincarnation curse, that The King would return in another body, another life once the infinite realms needed him to win battles once again.

Then poof! Hundreds of years after The King's defeat and Pariah Dark taking the throne, a little human was born, got turned into a half ghost and won the fight against Pariah Dark after he escaped the sarcophagus.

Pariah Dark kinda saw the resemblance between Danny and The King but he brushed it off at first, but then he was getting pushed back into the sarcophagus and he looked at Danny but instead it was like he was seeing The King again and he realised "oh fuck, that was the catch" right before being locked away again.

Anyway!

Word about Danny defeating Pariah Dark spreads and some ghosts from a kingdom not far from the Far Frozen kinda recognise the description of the ghost and then they look at the painting of their long gone beloved king that a sorcerer had cursed to die. Then they are all like "wait a minute..."

Now Danny has to deal with suddenly getting kidnapped/dragged away to this kingdom he is pretty sure he has never been to before (even though all the land marks are strangely familiar and he can navigate the streets and halls of the castle like second nature, like had done it a thousand times before) and being told that he is the reincarnation of their king??? It's not like reincarnation is even possible though right? (even though there is a lot of evidence and the team has basically all accepted that Tucker is a reincarnation of that Pharoah guy)

Then he looks at painting of the guy and "oh, that's me but I dont remember ever posing for that painting to be painted" (maybe once a long time ago he had a dream where a young painter ghost had insisted to be the one to paint his royal portrait to be hanged in the hall with all the paintings of the previous kings)

And they show him around the castle and Danny is getting very uncomfortable because he keeps on knowing things about this place he has never been too that he shouldn't know (like how the gardens used to have daisies but he- The King had gotten rid of them when he found out that one of the cleaners had an allergy to daisies in life and was still uneasy around them even though ghosts didnt have allergies, or how the kitchen staff always kept the cookies and any sugary ectoplasmic snacks hidden because he would always swipe them as a young prince-)

Let's just say that by the end of the day Danny manages to get home but not without a little bit of an existential crisis brewing (of course Sam, Jazz and especially Tucker are there to help him)

If I do ever write something with this AU it would probably be Danny getting stuck in his old body and needing to live his old life for a day (or maybe a little longer) while barely remembering it

[brelione]

Endgame(Kiara Carrera X Reader)

Request:with kie with a like super rich kook SO and bringing them to meet the rest of the pogues and they all expect to hate them but then not

Kiara had never liked you.Well, she had never reallly met you.She kind of just assumed you were a bitch.You were what Sarah Cameron thought she was, you came from a ridiculously rich family.

Your mother was a brain surgeon and your father was a famous actor so that obviously meant that you were ridiculously rich.Kie had done a lot of research on you, finding your name on your fathers wikipedia page and from there finding your blog where you posted videos of him behind the scenes and personal interviews with him on your youtube channel.

She was up for 16 hours straight watching all of your videos, memorising your intro song.You had a good one million subscribers, posting a lot of blogs and videos showing things that you had found on the beach.She would blush and giggle at your little comments.

 “Hey, beautiful people!Its your bitch and today im gonna show you guys my new surf board because my old one got broke on an accident.I mean, my wrist also broke so if you were gonna comment on it, trust me.I definitely noticed.So before I get into this video I just want to talk about mental health really quickly.”You paused to take in a quick breath, speaking a bit too fast.

Theres a new suicide game and its getting across social media really quick so please do me a favor and stay safe.It doesnt matter what the problem is now, its only temporary and suicide is a permanent solution.I linked some suicide hotlines and free therapy sources in the description so please just keep yourselves healthy and happy for me, okay?Okay, cool.”You licked your lips, calming down from the quick rant.

“Also drink some fucking water!Its hot out and I almost passed out the other day and make sure you get a snack because this video is already fifteen minutes long and im probably gonna be ranting for another hour.”You grinned at the camera.

Kiara bit into a carrot stick, her knees on her chest as she sat in the recliner of her living room. “Watching another documentary?”Her mother asked, noticing that her daughter hadnt moved in hours.Kie shrugged, focusing on you as you dropped your surfboard. “This is exactly how I broke the first one-fuck!”You laughed, picking it back up.

Eventually the boys started to spam her phone, interrupting her binge watching.She left her house with a sigh, walking out to the dock and waiting for the pogues.Thats when she heard your voice.It was quiet as you walked, wearing white jeans and a light blue button up shirt.

 “So you guys always ask me to show you the beach that I find all of my seashells at so thats what we’re-”You paused, looking over to Kiara.She quickly looked away, pretending to be busy on your phone. “Sorry guys, I just saw a really pretty girl.”You whispered to your phone, continuing your walk.

From there she finally worked up the courage to talk to you.She couldnt simply message you on instagram, you had hundreds of thousands of followers so her dm would get lost with all the others.

So she found her prettiest outfit and walked to your house, knocking on the door.You looked at her through the camera of your doorbell, knowing that you had seen her before.You set down your lap top as you were editing, going to answer the door. 

“Hi...um...hi.”She laughed, not planning on getting this far. “Hi, um...what’s up?”You cringed at your words. “Nothing much.I just live a block away and I just thought id say hi...im sorry.”She laughed again, becoming more anxious.

 “Its fine!So um...I dont know, do you wanna maybe hang out sometime?”You asked, leaning against your doorway.She licked her lips, trying her best not to blush. “Yeah, yeah ok.Um...could I get your number?”She asked, holding her phone.

You nodded, giving her your phone number and telling her to text you whenever.Once the door was closed and she had left you were a squealing mess on your couch, recording. 

“So you guys know that pretty girl I was talking about that I saw?Yeah so I just got her number and im low key freaking out-oh god lets just hope she doesnt watch my channel!”You laughed before finishing the editing process, uploading it to youtube.

Kiara got the notification while she was washing her face, watching the video and absolutely losing her mind.She buried her face in her pillow, squealing before deciding to text you.

Unknown number:hey!Its Kiara.Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?

You smiled, letting out a sigh.You screenshotted it, knowing that it would be fun to look back at in the future.

You:Sounds good!Do you want to come over and we can get coffee or lunch or something?

Kie:Okay!!12?

You:Works for me :)

Kie:Okay!

You were anxious the whole night, trying to figure out what to wear.You couldnt decide, posting a poll on your instagram.They decided that you’d be wearing a dark green romper and sandals.You went to bed early since you’d have to wake up before afternoon, heart pounding.

When you woke up it was eleven and you were already behind, hopping in the shower quickly, drying your hair and brushing it, trying to get it to a soft texture.You didnt want to look like you were trying too hard, deciding not to use all of the hair products you’d usually put in your hair before a meeting or a date.

You got into your outfit quickly, pinning your pin back with bobby pins so you could moisturize your face, grabbing your box of beads and parting your hair.You braided the two groups of hair that framed your face, intertwining the beads along the way, securing it with an elastic.

You sighed, twisting a golden flower ring onto your pinkie before going down stairs to sit in your large living room, waiting for Kiara.Your doorbell alerted you to motion outside, getting excited when you saw Kiara walking up to your front door.

She was wearing a pink tube top, light washed jeans with her hair half up and half down, bracelets hugging her wrists.You got up, answering the door the second she rung the bell. “Hi.”You smiled, phone in your pocket.

 “Hi.”She smiled back, looking up and down at you.The two of you got into your car, you driving as you started your drive to a cafe. “So how are you?”You asked, realising you knew nothing about her. “Im good, what about you?”She asked, hands in her lap. “I was up all night editing which obviously sucked but you know, it is what it is.”You replied, biting your lip.

She smiled, knowing she’d end up watching the video. “Editing what?Like an edits account on instagram?”She asked, cringing at how stupid it sounded.You shook your head, slowing down once you got to the main road, searching for a parking spot.

 “No, I have a youtube channel.I kind of just post random shit and hope for the best.”You answered, pulling up next to the cafe.She nodded, turning to look at you. “That’s cool, what kind of stuff do you post?”She asked, resting her chain against her palm.

You bit your lip, glancing over at the cafe. “I post a lot of interviews and random videos of my dad and sometimes he’ll take me to a set with him and i’ll take videos with the cast.I got to meet Scarlet Johannson so thats cool.”You replied, unbuckling your seatbelt.She grinned.

 “Thats fucking awesome-were they in a movie together?”She asked, wanting to hear you talk more. “A show thats coming to Netflix soon, its kind of like a murder mystery meets greek mythology and my dad plays Zeus.We should watch it together.”You answered.

The car was cool but you felt hot, probably because her eyes were focused on you.She nodded, liking the idea of hanging out with you more. “That’d be awesome.”The two of you went inside, the barista grinning at you.

She had always liked you and liked showing up in your vlogs when you came in to get your coffee with boba.She looked to the unknown girl beside you, a small pout on her face. “What can I get for you ladies?”She asked, already preparing your coffee. 

“What do you want, Kie?”You asked, moving aside so she could see the menu. “Uhhh….whats a green frappe?”She asked, squinting at the menu. “Oh-its like a blended matcha latte with like mint and vanilla.It's really good.”You explained.

The two of you sat with your drinks, Kiara laughing as you stabbed the boba bubbles at the bottom of your cup. “You know whats cool?These straws are made of hemp plastic so its-”She cut you off before you could finish.

 “Biodegradable?”She asked.You nodded, glad someone finally knew what you were talking about. “Yeah!And the company is awesome, they have like 10% of sales going to help the Amazon rain forests and another 10% going to help clean the ocean.”You smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

The afternoon had ended with the two of you on the beach, taking photos of eachother discretely while you finished your drinks, searching for sea glass and watching the sun set.Kiara was freaking out on the inside, knowing that she was pretty much dating a celebrity.

It didnt take long after that first day for her to start showing up in your videos.You held your camera as you two walked down the beach, her hand holding yours and twirling you every once in a while, flashing a smile to the camera. 

“So we’re currently on our way to a place that Kie will not tell me about because shes rude.”You spoke, turning the camera to face you.Kiara simply laughed, placing her chin on your shoulder. “Uh...no its because im good at planning surprises.”She answered, grinning when you gasped.

Two surfboards were on the sand along with a blanket and a basket full of fruits, veggies and sandwiches.You cut the camera, giggling and pulling her into a kiss. “Love you.”She grinned, giggling.

 “Love you too.”You replied, looking down at the boards.It didnt take long for the two of you to be in only your swimsuits, grabbing the boards and heading towards the water.You clipped the camera to your board, making sure it was secure before stating to film, catching a few good waves on camera before focusing more on Kie.

 “There she is, showing off for you guys.”You zoomed in on Kiara as she rode the wave, twisting her body to get a beautiful spin on the dark blue wave.She disappeared under the water, resurfacing with a smile and hair on her face, swimming towards you.

 “Did you see that?”She asked, a proud smirk tugging at her lips.You nodded. “How could I miss it?”You asked, earning an eye roll from your girlfriend. “Shut up.”She splashed you, letting out a loud laugh when you splashed back at her.

Turning off the camera, laying on your stomachs against your boards, holding hands so you wouldnt drift away from eachother.It was heaven. “So...ive been thinking lately.”She started, a nervous look on her face.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “And I think I want you to meet my friends.”She tapped her fingernails against your surfboard, waiting anxiously for your answer.She had told the boys all about you.

About how you had a huge following on youtube, how your dad was an actor and how you lived in the biggest house on figure eight.She had tried her best to tell them that you werent like the others, that you were fantastic and humble.

But of course they didnt believer her and ‘would believe it when they saw it’.She knew that if she didnt end up introducing you to them sooner or later that she’d lost the chance to introduce you at all.

You nodded, considering it. “Yeah, okay.When?”You asked, hoping you’d at least have time to think about this. “Tomorrow.”She replied, wincing when you let out a small shout. “Tomorrow?Shit-Kie, im not ready!”You exclaimed, covering your mouth when you realised how loud you had been. 

“Babe, chill.Let me pick out your outfit and it’ll be fine.”She insisted.You gave in, the two of you paddling back to the sand, wrapping up in your towels and sitting on the blanket, eating some cutie oranges.

She spent the night at your house, holding on tight to you even though the two of you were in a king sized bed and she had more than enough space to spread out like a starfish.

The morning came too fast, Kiara raiding your closet for something appropriate for the occasion, pleased when she came across a black bathing suit and a yellow shirt along with some jeans, tossing them at you. 

“Babe, you gotta get up.”She told you, already dressed and ready to go.You groaned, finally getting up a few minutes later, slowly changing and not even bothering to pick up your pajamas.You were still sore from last night, stretching your limbs as you pulled the jeans up your body.The boys were spamming her phone, making her annoyed.

Dumb Blonde:Where are you guys

God:Are you bringing them with you

Trash Rat:Dont bring them with you 

Trash Rat:The place is a mess

Trash Rat:Kie

Trash Rat:Kiara

Trash Rat:Kiara Madelyn Klark Carrera

God:Where are you guys

Dumb Blonde:Wait are they the one with the dad that was in that one movie

She ignored their texts, turning off her notifications and sending you a quick smile, promising to get you an iced coffee on the way.You were half asleep in the passengers seat until she handed you a french vanilla iced coffee, slowly becoming awake.

By the time you had finished your coffee she had pulled into John.B’s drive way, hand on your thigh in attempts to calm you down. “You’re gonna be fine, babe.Everyone likes you, they just havent met you yet.”She grinned, getting out of the car.

You squeezed her hand, following her into the house.The boys were all sitting on the couch, looking up once the two of you had entered.JJ immediately looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow.You felt a bit insecure, trying to figure out what he thought of you.

 “This is (Y/N).(Y/N), these are the boys.Thats John.B, thats JJ and thats Pope.”She pointed to each of the boys.The tension in the room was ridiculous until Kiara pulled you into her lap, the boys looking between eachother. “So whats it like having a movie star as a dad?”JJ asked, the first one to speak up.

You bit your bottom lip, pulling at the skin on your hands. “umm...its really cool sometimes.Chris Hemsworth is a family friend so thats cool but like...I cant go anywhere with him when he’s home without getting followed around and there was this one teenage girl stalking him once and she was climbing our house and was watching me sleep.”You answered, relieved when you heard Pope chuckle. 

“Wait, actually?Thats so scary.”He replied, the two of you beginning to calm down a bit.You, John.B and JJ were all conversating about Chris Hemsworth, all of them asking a lot of questions.

 “Wait-who else have you met from the Avengers?”John.B asked. “I met Scarlet Johanson and Chris Evans.”You replied.Kiara smacked your leg. “You met Christ Evans and never told me?”She asked, outraged.

You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone to show them the vlog that Chris had made an appearance in.Kiara was just confused as to why she had never seen it before you informed her that it was private. 

“Ew-ignore my face.Just wait a few seconds.”You told them, the phone between the circle that had ended up forming. “Oh my god!Its Chris Evans!”JJ shouted, staring at the phone.Chris had leaned over your shoulder, saying a quick ‘hello’ to the camera before Scarlet stole it from you. 

“This is Scarlet Johannson and I have decided to take over my new role as (Y/N)’s mom.Im sorry (Y/M/N) but they’re mine now.”She smiled.Her hair had been dyed a light blonde, red lipstick and light eyeshadow.

You had been freaking out the whole time. “Wait-will you ever see her again?”JJ asked.You hummed, sure that she’d be making an appearance for a Christmas Party. “Can you tell her I love her, please?”He asked, face red. “She reaches my vlogs-do you guys want to be in one?”You offered, remembering that you had your camera in your bag.

They all agreed, excited as you took out your camera, Kiara holding onto you. “So Kiara introduced me to her friends today and JJ has a special message for Scarlet.”You grinned, pointing the camera towards him. “Marry me, please.”He winked, giggling.

Pope flashed a peace sign at the camera, John.B sticking out his tongue and doing finger guns. “This is John.B and this is Pope, and then we have Kie as always.”You pointed the camera at her.She bit her lip, winking at the camera and making you laugh.

 “Oh my god- what is this vlog.”You shook your head, turning off the camera.When you had posted the vlog that night you were spammed with comments demanding JJ’s instagram and of course you had to give the people what they wanted.

JJ was more than happy to have a ton of pretty girls hyping him up in his comments, Pope getting a lot of attention as well.Scarlet had made sure to let you know that she had watched it and to tell JJ that he was too young for her but she was flattered by the offer.But then your instagram was being spammed.You were being tagged in dozens of edits of you and Kie along with one of you and JJ.But the comments on that one were so funny.

Kieand(Y/N)4life:bruh no

(Y/N)officialfanpage:no <3

(Y/N)officialfanpage:Kiara and them are meant to be bb

Kiara(Y/L/N):Kiara and them are meant to be buddy

KIEANDYNAREENDGAME:uhhh isnt it confirmed that Kiara and (Y/N) are dating?

“They’re catching on.”You told Kie, sitting down on the bed and showing her all the things you were tagged in.She grinned, telling you to post and make it official. “You sure?”You asked.She nodded, fixing her hair as you got ready to take a photo, kissing her cheek. She bit her lip, watching you type.

We are endgame.

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[virtual-luvr]

Get ready for an explosion

Pairing: Peko x Reader

Pronouns: Gender neutral; they/them

Warnings: mentions and use of cigars, swords, and explosives. Some curse words here and there and the use of the word 'murdered'

Description: peko and fuyuhiko seem to need some help with a certain entrance and they decide maybe some dynamite and an expert can help

Note: ¡important to note the readers ultimate is that they work with explosives!

I couldnt find an actually name for it sorry, also this was requested!! thank you so much for requesting guys it means so much

Sorry if Peko is a bit ooc😔

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Monokumas taunting giggles rang through out the room

I look around, inspecting the people around me, still wondering how we even got into this situation

"Hehe how about you kids explore the island!!" Once again he erupts into a fit of giggles, his words going through one of my ears and swiftly going through the other

I really didn't listen to him

Everyone was wary of eachother, some more tense then others

After a little while of talking most of us slipped into tiny groups

While each group went to the beach or any other place to hang out i actually took monokumas words and explored the island noticing how most entrances were locked

I try not to stray from the actual path of the island but something catches my eye

I see Fuyuhiko and Peko talking, they werent arguing or anything but it felt off to see Fuyuhiko not spewing different insults at somebody for once

I slowly but surely try to walk past them, trying to act like i didn't see anything

But suddenly i hear a voice behind me, calling out.

"(Y/N) over here"

I look back and Peko is waving at me moving her hand in a "come here" motion

I walk up to her and Fuyuhiko mumbles something I didnt quite catch but guessing him it was probobly another insult

"So we found something and since you work with explosives i thought maybe you could help us out somehow"

We trudge through the sand in silence, it wasnt the longest walk but my feet were a bit tired from walking around the whole island already

Peko points at something and i look up

Near the shore i see a big entrance to a cave, but it was blocked just like all the gates

I tilt my head to the side, looking at both Fuyuhiko and Peko

"What do you want me to do?"

"You idiot, we want you to open it up so we can see whats inside" Fuyuhiko says angrily at me

"First of all, shut up. Second of all, i work with explosives and i dont see any nearby how in the hell am i supposed to pry this open"

Peko sighs and looks at me, "theres dynamite nearby"

When she says that my eyes lit up, its as if i were a kid about to open my presents underneath the christmad tree all over again

"Where are they? Where did you find them? Are there a lot? How good are they??" I look all around me jumping and sprinting through the shore trying to find the percious dynamite

Fuyuhiko would have called me a stupid puppy because of my mannerisms but Peko stopped him before he could do anything

"Jackpot!" You yell

The two hadn't even noticed you had left their side and were shocked that your yell could be heard from where they were standing

The dynamite was quite far away from the cave

Before they could even think about helping you they see a figure running back towards them, almost sprinting if it werent for the big dynamite on their back

Your muscles straining you pant and try to blow the hair away from your face when you get back to them

"How-"

"Dont ask" Peko stops Fuyuhikos sentence, deciding its not even worth it asking how you got back so fadt, ESPECIALLY while carrying dynamite with you

You show a big grin even though you were out of breath, sweating, and panting.

"So how are we gunna blow this baby up?"

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Peko stands beside you looking down at the explosives while explaining her plan.

"What we're going to do is you place the dynamite and i will use this cigar and sword to light the fuse" she says suddenly

You jump back, "woah woah woah where did you get that??"

"Got it from the shop, its pretty dull but a rock can go a long way, i sharpened it"

You were a little skeptical of what she was going to do with that sword but either way you place the dynamite carefully

You take a few steps back and let Peko do all the other work.

She first cuts a bit off the fuse from the dynamite to make it shorter and wont take as long to blow up, then she takes the cigar and lites the fuse

She takes a few steps back to right beside you and Fuyuhiko

You guys tale cover and then you hear a loud 'boom' and see rocks hitting the floor all around you. The explosion probobly alerting the others but you payed no mind to it.

You also didnt pay mind to the loud ringing in your ears now, you were used to it by now. Plus you were so excited to work with explosives you didnt even care at this point.

When you were about to enter Fuyuhiko's voice stops you all in your tracks

"Im going to stay out here, you guys go in"

At this point you thought maybe you were about to be murdered, monokuma hadnt even given the first motive yet damnit.

But seeing as Peko left her sword outside with Fuyuhiko made you think you were safe now even if she might have something hidden in her pockets

But you decided to trust them and grab a lantern that Fuyuhiko had in his hands

You go in, cobwebs and dust making your allergies come to the surface and smeezing millions of times

You brush it off and Peko helps you light up the lantern

You walk around, there wasnt much besides insects here and there and different passages running from left to right

Since the silence was killing you a bit you decided to start conversation

You clear your thraot, "Why were you and Fuyuhiko together?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I just didnt think Fuyuhiko would be one to try and be friends with someone, especially because of the circumstances we're in right now"

You suddenly pause and stop moving, the only sound that can be heard is the fire crackling and weird echoes from inside the cave.

"Wait, are you guys...dating??"

She suddenly stops in her tracks and looks back at you, a sudden laugh erupting from her

"Me and Fuyuhiko?? Are you kidding me?"

The sudden realisation of what you just said hit you and now you were just a tiny bit embarrased for saying something so absurd

A blush erupts on your face, painting your cheeks and ears red. You nervously chuckle and put your free hand on the back of your neck, rubbing it trying to soothe your now, very knowable, embarrassment.

'Well atleast i made her laugh' you say in your head

Peko notices your embarrasment and tries to explain, "no me and Fuyuhiko arent together. We were just talking about the entrance and how we could get in and then we saw you"

"O-oh" you stutter, still a little embarrased and lookind down

"Well, thanks for letting me help you it was nice hanging out with you, i wont lie about that"

She seems a little shocked at that confession but she just smiles and blushes a little 

You wont lie, you were a little scared of hanging out with people like them, Fuyuhiko and Peko, they seemed pretty closed off

But seeing Peko give you a warm smile and seeing her head tilt, you thought maybe, maybe this is the start of something good

[1353 words; august/2/2020]

[mihotose]

okok itd be tedious making all these separate posts even tho i badly want to

love that he started with his book description + his pose

i think its really funny that they said he “narrated his life” in the jlod video since he did that for like five minutes max

havent watched kishou hongi so no idea what hes on about however the very mention of monoyoshi had me tearing up the first time

monoyoshi forcing his smile !!! ill talk about this later i love how these two contrast each other

him visiting everybody in the honmaru before he leaves got me :’‘‘‘‘‘)

everyone loves him so so so much!!!!! integral part of the honmaru

i didnt realise he was like speaking to specific people until he got to like urashima the first time and thats only bc he said kamekichi

so the second time i paid more attention and the things he said :’‘‘‘) some of my favourites:

imanotsurugi wanting to play with him so he told him to wait until he got back

so the shinsengumi have returned from their own journeys hm? i wonder if theyll expand on that or not lol

(as a matter of fact, so has imanotsurugi

really curious as to whether theyll do anything with those

saying he’ll have a drinking contest with hachisuka when he gets back lmao

saying he’ll take care of his hair to izuminokami (tho im realising hachisuka and izuminokami might be the other way round? i think hachisuka would be more likely for the drinking contest tho bc he can actually hold his liquor)

urashima trying to give him kamekichi!!!

matsui having a nosebleed smh

literally every time he talked about mihotose-gumi the stream cut out what a fucking curse

“sengo muramasa-san” tho. very interesting. distance, hm?

i wonder why they cut out aruji’s lines this time, since i havent watched any shows past 2018 is that the case now?

THE DANCE. i totally saw yuu’s choreo in this :’)

in my notes i keep saying i cry at mihotose-gumi but dont say what he said about them smh

muramasa gave nobuyasu poisonous flowers?????

i wonder if that was intentional or if that was like Fate trying to get him to kill a tokugawa (and if so how wonderful that he managed to Defy Fate)

the fact that he himself doesn’t know when hes lying and when hes telling the truth (so many layers to him he doesnt know when hes acting or not :/

ah the concept of nikkari being Stained my beloved.

TE NO HIRA

god Hands as a theme in tkrb in gneral tbh

(nikkari only singing his own parts of te no hira so yknow. if ishikirimaru ever gets a tanki they can. um. duet it across time and space.)

it is somewhat ironic that he says he used to be bigger since araki is too tall for him lol

my final note for my first watch just says NO underlined and i dont know what that was about in particular but i wholeheartedly agree

ok switching:

hes literally so beautiful. my god. cant see shit in the full stage view.

nobuyasu smiling “nikkari to” (nikkari’s influence)

“im not good at talking about my personal life” damn really.

this time on switching i could see his leadup to shinken hissatsu

belt first (his belt in hissatsu has confused me for a while now tbh) then the cape then unzipped his jacket and undid his hair

HIS HAIR!! i love it so much and god even tho he doesnt let it out in the game it totally adds to how like Pitiful he is here

god this whole fight sequence. just. absolute mental breakdown. he slowly unravels (like his hair) and gets more and more Disheveled and losing control of himself so much hes Laughing (remember in battle he normally stays pretty cool and says his stupid lines)

literally the fact that he would be willing to Do this just to get stronger so he can Save all his friends from going through all this pain

in the switching he undid his shirt buttons to be more like the hissatsu sprite which was more distracting than anything sfkjksjg

same vein: THREE QUARTER SLEEVES

after hissatsu he realises that everything hes killed, he just gets Stained more and more, even if his shortening did take some of it away

ishikirimaru realised that true strength isnt about defeating enemies, but nikkari also understands that ishikirimaru was able to defeat the kebiishi, which nikkari knows he himself couldnt

i wonder if this is related to his shortening ie he Used to be much stronger and now he feels weak in comparison and is trying to get himself back to that level

“ive never smiled from the bottom of my heart” bc its a mask isnt it!! just a facade !!

the more friends he has to protect the less he smiles !! very waki-ppoi but also how horrifically sad that he feels this way and yet keeps himself so emotionally reserved from the rest of them

THE GHOST WOMAN

I LOVE THAT ARAKI PLAYED HER

mental breakdown 2 !!!!

ok so basically nikkari’s been aware of her this whole time right but felt so guiltridden and regretfully that he couldnt bear to face her

and the fact that he immediately assumed she wanted her revenge on him shows how hes just been living in fear his whole life

THE WAY SHE TOOK CONTROL OF HIS BODY(?) AND REVEALED HIS RIGHT EYE

something that he hides all the time!!! literally exposing him metaphorically and physically

i didnt see how araki moved as the ghost woman the first time but the second time my god hes incredible isnt he

in addition the ghost woman’s robes on his right vs nikkari’s outfit on his left, obviously thats to show the ghost woman in his Right Eye, but idk i get some like. the masculine vs the feminine sides of him?

i love that this whole section with the ghost woman you can see both his eyes for Once !!!

ok. ok. her saying he could change history right there and make it so he doesnt kill her and he almost fucking Kills himself??? hello???

i seriously dont remember how he ended up on his knees after this or the specifics i was just crying my eyes out both times

“i want to smile. is it alright for me to smile?” (im guessing he means Genuinely, not forcing one. so shackled to his history he cant enjoy himself in the moment)

“you may”

“after everything ive done?” SO HEARTBREAKING

the ghost woman Ascends or is no longer malevolent or something now that nikkari’s acknowledged her (just thinking now if this was his ghost repelling power)

then the letters!!!! ive said i wasnt satisfied with them but i really enjoy how tanki has recontextualised them so im happier with them now :-)

if this all happened on his First day (jesus.) then that explains his ghost killing line in his first letter

KIWAME OUTFIT SCREAMS

HES SO BEAUTIFUL

I LOVE HIS CAPE AND HE ACTUALLY USES IT MORE NOW

the final song: doesnt he seem so much happier now hes dealt with things? isnt that wonderful :’‘‘)

its like hes looked around and things are in colour now

ok back to monoyoshi buried in the tags of some post from a while ago i wrote a bunch of words about how nikkari and monoyoshi are like complete opposite waki yet both centred around Smiles

monoyoshi having to Force his smile (something nikkari has always done) greatly alarmed him bc monoyoshi is just a lovely kid and realises he doesnt want any of his friends to go through the same thing (... the same thing he always does)

muramasa does the same thing in mihotose, tries to protect monoyoshi from being tainted, the same thing hes always been

so while monoyoshi is the one to say he’ll protect everyones smiles the same is also true for nikkari, though he doesnt say it (emotionally reserved)

same with nikkari even wishing everyone hadnt even been given life so they wouldnt have to suffer (like he does)

literally you can tell that he feels like his life is just. constant punishment to atone for his sins. keeping the name nikkari, wearing the ghost woman’s robes as a cape to remind himself (of course only one shoulder to remind himself he Could ahve been divine)

so then his kiwame outfit he wears it on both shoulders!! hes more accepting of himself, it seems in his hissatsu sprites the ghost woman is on his side now :’‘‘)

anyway the fact that araki decided to do this for two years, completely solo is so much more insane to me now ive seen it

like yes kiyomitsu and higehiza are ‘tanki’ and ‘souki’ but they all had dancers. nikkari’s is Completely solo.

ok i think im done ill wait for the delay now :-)

[lia-the-potato05]

Revenge

Reader (Ler) x Jungkook (Lee)

Description: Jungkook loves scaring the crap out of you and you just had enough of it. After an interesting information you heard from Jimin you decided to take revenge

Author: Eyyy I'm back...with another fic. I feel like this is a mess because I didnt even bother to proofread this (Im hella lazy sorry mate). Uhm anyways let's get on with the fic

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"Boo!" You turned back and screamed, falling to the ground scared as hell after you saw a scary clown infront of you.

"Haha got you!" The clown then removed his mask revealing your best friend Jungkook "Oh my gosh have you seen your face? That was Hilarious" He started laughing his ass off

"Ugh!" You grunted as you stood up fixing yourself "Jungkook!" You screamed at him

Jungkook ignored you and continued laughing as he turned around, walking away from you.

"That f*cking prick" You said through gritted teeth.

Jungkook just recently knew how easily scared you get. And because he is known as the Evil Maknae he has been scaring you every now and then. He was a fond of your reaction when you get scared. You were extremely annoyed of his doings and worst of all he manages to get away from it aswell

•••

Up until now you were still upset with what Jungkook has been doing to you. Your arms were crossed and frustration was written all over your face. "Y/N are you ok?" You turned your head to owner of the Voice which was Jimin's.

"I'm good" You said. Knowing it was a lie Jimin sat himself next to you

"C'mon Y/N I'm your friend, I know you better than that. Now tell me what's wrong"

You sighed "It's nothing, really...Just so f*cking annoyed with that muscle bunny!" you slammed your fist against the table in front of you startling Jimin

"Chill" Jimin said

"How can I?! Ugh! He does it all the damn time! and gets away with it aswell" You pouted with your arms crossed

"Since we're friends I might have something that can surely help you" You tilted your head in confusion. Jimin then gestured you to come closer for him to whisper something into you ear.

After hearing what Jimin has said a smirk formed on your face as began mentally planning your revenge on Jungkook

Oh Jeon Jungkook you are so gonna get what's coming for you

•••

It was a Saturday morning. Jimin has given you an extra key to Jungkook's apartment. You entered his place and found him asleep like you expected him to be. You were lucky he was the type of person who wakes up late aswell. Perfect for you to continue your plan

You cleared out his bed making sure only Jungkook was on top if it. You then positioned him into an X position (which was hard by the way because he had an odd sleeping position and he was hella heavy). You then took out the straps tying his wrists and ankles to the bed post making sure he wouldn't be able to move once he woke up.

Once that was done. You took out items from your bag such as Feathers, Baby Oil and an electric toothbrush. After everything was all set all you have to do now is to wait for the muscle bunny to wake up. I mean you can start right now if you wanted too but where's the fun in that? You wanted to see his reaction first.

•••

After what felt like years (it was only an hour actually) Jungkook finally woke up. The boy tried pulling his arms down only to find them stuck above his head "What the f*ck?" He tugged on both his arms and ankles only to find out that he was strapped

Jungkook turned to his side to see you sleeping on his study table. "Y/N!"

His yelling suddenly woke you "Huh what?" You said, you wiped the drool off your mouth, letting out a yawn then stretched a little. "Oh your finally awake" You looked at Jungkook with a smile

"What the hell is this Y/N?!" Jungkook asked glaring at you

"Why that's my revenge dear friend" You stood up walking towards him

"You know if you wanted to f*ck me you could have just asked" You looked at the smirking bunny in disbelief after hearing his snarky remark.

"Eww no, What I had in mind for you is something different" You smirk back at him "Just you wait"

Without further a do you then sat on stomach. "You sure you don't plan on f*cking me?"

"You pervert!" You slapped him, not too hard though and he just laughed at your reaction "Oh laugh all you want, I'm gonna make sure of it"

You took out the baby oil and started rubbing it against his exposed stomach (He was shirtless). "Nice revenge there" You rolled your eyes at him, you ignored what he said and continued on

Once you finished you took out a feather. Jungkook looked at you now aware what this little revenge you planned is all about. But he is Jungkook the Golden Maknae he does not show fear well...that failed today

"What's wrong Kook? Afraid of a feather?" You smirked at him. It didn't start but I know this will be so much fun

"What? No! It's just a feather what's there to be afraid of?" The maknae said with confidence laced in his voice but oh how nervous he felt inside. I am so gonna regret this later on

You raised your eyebrows at him expecting that kind of attitude "Ok, then you won't mind me doing this then" You then slowly dragged the feather around his toned stomach drawing random patterns

Jungkook started biting his lip trying to hide his laughter. But it was so damn hard, it felt too ticklish.

"What's with the face Jungkook? You seem rather ticklish" You smirked

"I am not ticklish!" He yelled

"Oh I see" You then stood up

Jungkook thought it was over but boy was he wrong. He suddenly felt you rubbing oil over his foot. "I wonder what will happen if I do this?" You said wiggling your fingers on his bare sole.

"S-stop that!" Jungkook said a small giggle escaping his mouth. His eyes widened after realising it

"What's that? Is that a giggle I heard?"

"Nope, you heard nothing! You're just crazy!" He spat out making you gasp

"Well that wasn't nice, we can't let that slip now can we" You started using your nails scratching his bare two feet fastly.

Jungkook balled up his hands into fist, eyes tightly shut trying his best to bare it "C'mon Kook laugh for me" You teased

And just like that he realized he couldn't take it any longer so he decided to let it out "Oohohohohokaaayyy I'm tihihihihihicckliiisshhh nohohohoww pleheheheheaaseee stopppp!" He laughed loudly wiggling around the bed like a mad man. He tried tugging on his ankles to escape your wiggling fingers but sadly it stayed in place

"I know you are sweetie, look at how well you are reacting. But this is just the beginning" You finally stopped tickling his feet as you then went to get the electric toothbrush, two electric toothbrushes

"Now Y/N let's not have any of that please! I'm sorry! I won't mess with you again" Jungkook pleaded

"Hm let me think for a second" You said looking up, tapping your chin as if your thinking "Nahhh I'm having so much fun I don't think I wanna stop" You then turned on the two electric toothbrush with an evil smile as you went to his feet again using the electric toothbrush on them.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" He let out a cackly laugh as he began wiggling once again wanting to escape.

Already having enough with his feet you then positioned yourself back to sitting on his stomach and roaming the electric brushes around his upper body, from his sides to his tummy then to his ribs. At this point Jungkook's face was red as a tomato and warm tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Because you are so kind you turned the two electric toothbrushes off and set them at the side. Allowing Jungkook to have a quick break.

You watch Jungkook catch his breath heavily panting "My my Jungkook you are the most ticklish person I have ever met, Even Jimin can't beat your level of ticklishness (it's not a real word but eh😂)"

"I've never been tickled this much before" He said

"Yeah? I bet you enjoyed it"

"Did not!" Jungkook lied. He unexpectedly enjoyed it. He didn't know why but he just did. Of course there is no way his gonna admit that.

"You know there's this one spot I haven't tried yet" You smirked, you decided to use your fingers this time. To tease him you started wiggling your fingers  above his face then slowly you bring it down to a specific area

Jungkook realised where your fingers were going. He looked at you in horror "No Y/N! Don't you dare!"

"Oh I do"

"Y/N no no no no no n-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" You were now tickling Jungkook's armpits. And so far you received the best reaction out of the other areas you tickled

Jungkook was harshly tugging on the straps and head shaking side to side "IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCCHHH" Jungkook screamed through laughter

You giggled "I can see that"

It's been 20 since you were torturing his armpits, poking them, scratching them, using the tickle tools on them."I cahahahahan't tahahahake it aanymohohohore"

"Almost done!" You blew raspberry on his left armpit

"Stohohohohop" Then u blew again on his right armpit "Pleheheheheaaseee"

"Last but not least" You said then did a final blow to his tummy. Jungkook's laughed has now turned silent.

After that was over you then untied hus wrists and ankles.

Jungkook was extremely exhausted. His hair was messy, he was sweating, his tummy was hurting from laughing, his cheeks were hurting from smiling a lot. but nonetheless he still he enjoyed.

"Hey Look Listen..." He looked at you scratching his nape "I'm sorry for scaring you the past few days, I have totally learned my lesson and I wont do it again"

"Don't worry I already forgive you" You smiled at him

"I-I don't like like admitting this but you're right...I did enjoyed it" You looked at him surprised.

"Really now?" You grinned at him with your eyebrows raised "Guess I have to do it more often then"

Maybe you should

[mithranqueersmusings]

Before This Dance Is Through V

Chapter: 5/16

Rating: M (Smut Warning)

Summary: Ringo's being going through a dry spell for the last year or so and when he regretfully tells his best friend John, he insists on taking them to an all-male strip club for some "fun". Ringo isn't sure whether it's the alcohol, his desperation or a mixture of the two but he thinks he might be falling in love with a stripper.

Tags: AU - Strippers, Modern Setting, Smut, Slow Burn

Pairings: George Harrison/Ringo Starr, John Lennon/Paul McCartney

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Despite what John had suggested, Ringo didn't go back to The Helter Skelter the following week; he'd considered it when John sent him yet another late night text but ultimately decided it wasn't the best idea. Spike had been playing on his mind daily and Ringo wasn't sure he was prepared to face him again. Instead he focused on his drumming and searched for a few more students to teach, which were fairly easy to find. Usually Ringo enjoyed his time off, he understood he was lucky that he didn't have to work a 9-5 job just to get by, but recently he wanted his fill his time up as much as possible, to distract himself.

One of his new students seemed incredibly interested in him, they'd spent an hour just chatting in his living room before they'd even moved over to the drum kit. Ringo wasn't too fussed, he was getting paid by the hour so wasting time was beneficial to him but he didn't want to give the guy the wrong impression. He was a little bit older and attractive enough but Ringo simply wasn't interested.

"Why didn't you just go for it?" John had asked him when they next met up.

"I dunno..." Ringo mumbled, but a part of him knew very well.

He'd given the guy another lesson since then and it became clear that the guy's interest in him wasn't going away any time soon. Ringo felt bad about the whole thing, wasn't he just doing exactly what Spike was doing to him? He tried to act as professional as possible the second time around in attempt to get the guy to back off, considering he hadn't heard from him since he was hoping it had worked. What was wrong with him? Was he really going to make himself suffer like this all because of one guy? And not just any guy, a stripper who had shown absolutely no interest in him at all. It was ridiculous, he kept telling himself, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he had to get over Spike, he would still think about him every day without fail. Trying to distract himself with clients had been working somewhat, but it had been difficult, especially when his best friend was John Lennon.

       youre gonna love me

The text came through when Ringo was sat in a café getting some lunch. He'd finished with one of his younger students, a sweet girl who's parents had tried to convince her to try a more 'ladylike' instrument but she had promised only to give up the drums if she was awful; much to her delight, and Ringo's for being able to prove the stereotypical parents wrong, she was pretty good. Seeing her always put Ringo in a good mood, the parents mostly stayed away partly due to the noise but mostly due to disappointment, which meant they could joke around together. Ringo could tell she admired him and he welcomed it gladly, one of the best things about teaching was inspiring others, at least for him it was.

        do i not already?

        well yes         but youre gonna love me EVEN more

        what have you done

        well i happened to stop by the club last night

        oh god what did you do

        wow is that how little you trust me

        can you blame me

        suppose not         ANYWAY i got talking to paulie

        surprise surprise

        do you want the good news or not???

        fine fine sorry

        AS I WAS SAYING i was talking to paulie         and he told me that your special little someone has an onlyfans account

        first of all fuck you for calling him that         second of all wtf is onlyfans

        oh sorry i didnt realise you werent living in the 21st century

        ......         care to grace me with your knowledge?

        basically its a website where you can post exclusive stuff for ONLY FANS to see         its not a porn site or anything but its basically where people sell their nudes         MEANING spike has an account so you can totally see loads of raunchy filthy perverted pics of him

        but i have to pay?

        well weve all gotta make a living

        i can basically see him naked for free

        but this way you wont get all freaked out and embarrassed         well you will but nobody will know at least         so do you want the link or not???

Ringo paused for a few moments, he was gripping his phone tightly in both of his hands as he unblinkingly looked at John's words. If his mind was going to decide to make him suffer by enabling his intense interest in Spike, he may as well get something out of it.

        fine

        where are your manners richard??

        can i please have the link to the strippers nude photos please john please

        alright calm down         let me know if its worth while i might have a look

        idk if im even gonna look at it         paying for porn is a little dated

        treat yourself ringo         id offer to pay but im broke

        if youre broke why were you at the strip club last night?

        well SOMEONE had to go

        they really didnt

        im supporting my local economy

        i dont think thats how that works

        sure it is         anyway here you go

Ringo stared at the link for a while, his eyes even began to blur, he didn't want to risk opening it in public even though he knew there was little chance of anyone seeing. He finished his lunch in a hurry and headed home quickly, only when he was in the privacy of his bedroom did he dare open it. First he had to make an account, when he saw the screen loading up asking for an email address and password he just turned his screen off and put the phone down. This was far too much effort for something he shouldn't really have been doing in the first place. But it only took a few minutes for him to pick the phone back up and begin signing up, he used an old email as it felt less seedy that way and he didn't want to risk his name cropping up anywhere for Spike to see. Now he could load up the link properly and take a proper look at Spike's profile.

Just looking at the small profile picture was enough to startle Ringo a little, the dark eyes looking into the camera with that unreadable glimmer behind them. He was shirtless in the picture, Ringo wondered why that didn't catch his attention first, with the frame cutting off just before it showed anything too explicit. The header was a photo taken from the club, showing him in tight, leather pants and tassels on his nipples which matched the whip he held in his hand. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He'd spent so much time and effort trying not to think about this man, attempting to keep him out of his mind as much as possible. Ringo knew that if he went through with this all that progress would be lost, he'd be giving in to whatever strange obsession he'd developed for Spike, one that no doubt wasn't going to lead to anything good.

Ringo kept staring at the screen as though it was going to tell him what he should do. Spike's profile had no description, which wasn't very surprising, and it dashed any hope Ringo had of discovering something new about him. Right before he was about to put his phone down again, it vibrated.

        howd the wank go??

        john i dont care how long weve been friends asking how my wank was will always be weird

        youre right sorry         so how did it go???

        if you must know         i havent had a wank         i havent even paid for entry

        now whos the one being inappropriate??

        ha ha

        why havent you???

        feels weird

        oh i see         youll consume a bunch of unethical porn for free but god forbid you actually give sex workers any actual money

        you are the last person who can lecture me about unethical porn

        hey now watch yourself         ringo if you dont get a subscription I WILL

        go ahead

        and ill tell you every day what sexy sexy pictures hes posting         ill tell you EVERY SINGLE TIME i have a wank over them

        every time? i dont think youve got enough data for that

        im not joking

        neither am i         you wank A LOT

        ringooooo just buy it i swear to god         if its not worth it or you regret it or whatever ill give you the money back

        on top of the money you already owe me?

        have you always been such a capitalist

        youre not doing a very good job of convincing me

        fine         spikes cock         now are you convinced???

        maybe

        naked pictures of spike whenever and wherever you want them all for the low low price of 10 quid a month         convinced??

        fine fine         if itll shut you up

        im starting to think thats code for 'i really wanna do this but im too embarrassed to admit it'

        i hate you

        now that DEFINITELY code for 'john youre right'         anyway theres no time to be telling me how right i am all the time youve got dick pics to look at         even i wont stand in the way of a good wank         so dont bother replying to me until youve paid for that subscription young man

        im older than you

        DONT BOTHER REPLYING

Ringo let out a sigh and rested his head against the bedroom wall from where he was laying on the bed. He opened up the link again and his thumb hovered over the subscription button, why couldn't he just do it? The money wasn't an issue, it could've cost half as much or be double the price and he'd still be debating it all the same. Somehow it felt like an invasion of privacy, after all Spike hadn't told Ringo about it himself, but then again that didn't necessarily mean he didn't want Ringo to see it. After all it was like John said: everyone has to make a living somehow. Sometimes Ringo wished he could turn off that part of his brain that was so empathetic, so concerned about how everyone felt and what they were thinking. He knew that he wanted this, so why wasn't he allowing himself to have it? Ringo could see that he was being ridiculous, as he was with almost anything involving Spike, and after lying there for a while pondering and debating he decided to flip a coin. Heads would mean he got the subscription, tails that he didn't. He watched the coin spinning through the air after he flicked it upwards, then snatched it and slammed it down onto his forearm before slowly moving his hand away: it was tails. What a relief. Ringo chuckled to himself for being so foolish, settling down into his bed; it was still only around midday but he didn't have anywhere he needed to be.

So why didn't he feel relieved in the slightest?

This whole thing was getting tiring, the constant debate between what he believed he should do and what he wanted to do, and it seemed like it wasn't going to be ending anytime soon. Apparently he was in this for the long run, whatever that meant, but if he was going to turn down relatively attractive guys practically throwing themselves at him, he may as well go all the way. While he was putting in his credit card information, he stopped to think around three of four times, but once he'd finished and the images became accessible to him, his brain was barely able to conjure up a coherent sentence.

"Jesus..." Ringo breathed out as his eyes flicked across the plethora of pictures loading up on his screen.

There was a lot of them, and a lot of Spike was on display. Most of them were pictures taken at the club, either from a professional photographer in the audience or photos he'd taken himself in the mirrors backstage - Ringo could even see glimpses of Paul in the background of some of them. The ones that caught Ringo's eyes the most were those that seemed to be taken in his house, these also happened to be the ones in which Spike tended to be fully naked. It was very different experience to see him like this: a static image that he'd intentionally taken of himself and posted for so many people to see, an image that couldn't look back at Ringo and make him feel that strange mixture of excitement and shame. He began scrolling down the feed which only revealed more and more enticing photos. Ringo began to feel himself hardening, he suspected it had been happening for a while now but he'd been far too distracted to notice. He felt like a teenager discovering porn for the first time, it was difficult to remind himself that this wasn't anything new. Seeing Spike naked shouldn't have excited him so much, and yet it did.

One picture in particular drew Ringo's attention: Spike was stood in front of a bathroom mirror with a loose black tie lying against his bare chest, one hand was holding a phone and the other gripping his cock. He had dark eye make up on and his hair was messy. Ringo wasn't sure exactly what it was about this photo that was so enticing but he couldn't take his eyes off it. The prominence of his collarbones, the faint curls of his dark hair, how his slim fingers wrapped around himself. Slowly Ringo slid his own hand under the waistband of his boxers as he stared at the picture. At first he hesitated, his fingers stopped right above the base. It's not like this would've been the first time he'd touched himself while thinking about Spike, it would've been far from the last he imagined, but this was different. It was more concrete, more of an admission. Nothing felt quite as real when it's only being imagined, the haziness of lust fuzzing up the mind as it so often did, but now with a very real photo of Spike in front of him - which he'd paid to see - the feeling was far more tangible, far harder to ignore.

He'd come this far, he told himself as his hand sunk lower until his fingers were running along the length of his semi-hard cock, he may as well go all the way. To begin with Ringo stayed looking at this single picture as he slowly pumped himself, but as his lust began to grow he perused through more and more pictures: Spike kneeling naked in front of a mirror with a loose cigarette hanging from his lips, lying in the bath with bubbles only just about covering his nakedness, spread out on the bed with a gag in his mouth, handcuffs forcing his slim arms behind his back with his cock throbbing. None of this was anything Ringo hadn't seen before, like most people in this day and age he'd searched through the darker corners of the internet - sometimes willingly, sometimes John was to blame - but to see Spike in such a way was like an entirely new rush. Each picture drove Ringo further and further on, at times he almost dropped his phone with how sloppy his movements were becoming. Who took these photos? Ringo figured it was best not to think about it, the possibility that Spike had a boyfriend who took all these pictures of him would've been the quickest way to kill his erection.

Ringo began moaning and cursing wantonly as he got closer and closer to his orgasm, he had to stop flicking through the pictures because he could hardly concentrate on what his other hand was doing, so he settled on a final one to help him finish; it wasn't particularly strategic but he was definitely grateful that he selected the one that he did. In it Spike was looking directly into the camera, allowing Ringo to gaze longingly into the rich brown of his eyes and how his dark lashes curled beautifully around them. He was shirtless with nothing but a necklace on, the same necklace that Ringo had seen him wearing in the record store and Ringo couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction that he'd seen it with his own eyes, as though it meant something. Deep down he knew that it didn't but his inebriated mind was latching onto it. The nudity in the photo was hardly interesting Ringo by this point, although it would be wrong to say that he completely ignored the flatness of his stomach or the faint shadows of his ribs beneath his pale skin, it was the personal aspect which truly affected him.

This wasn't just lust. Lust Ringo could understand, he could compartmentalise it and give into it without much shame or a second thought. If this was just lust, he would've bought the subscription without a care and touched himself looking at the nakedness of Spike's body as though it meant nothing more than a way to get off. Yet here he was on the brink of orgasm looking into another man's eyes, eyes that felt like they were looking straight back at him as though they were sharing this moment together. It wasn't hard to imagine Spike's hand in place of his own, those deep eyes watching Ringo come undone piece by piece. Ringo's hip began to stutter, his leg twitching a little as he had to drop the phone down onto his lap as his head fell back against his pillow as his orgasm approached. It wasn't the image of Spike's naked body that filled Ringo's mind as he came, it wasn't his arse or his cock or even his chest, it was his face, his voice, it was him.

Ringo lay breathless on his bed for a while, the clarity that arrived as his orgasm subsided wasn't welcome in the slightest and he was reluctant to pick his phone back up to see Spike's eyes looking at him once again. There was no use in feeling ashamed about it, no point in trying to deny it any longer: his feelings for Spike were more than a mere passing fancy, that was clear. Exactly what he was meant to do about these feelings was far from clear but that wasn't something Ringo could figure out right now with cum on his stomach and the daylight seeping through his bedroom curtains.

When he'd picked up his phone he'd closed all the apps immediately, doing his best not to catch a glimpse of what he'd been so eagerly looking at before. Just as he was about to step into the shower to clean himself off, his phone buzzed; he almost couldn't hear it over the music he was blasting out. It alerted him for a moment as though it was going to be a message from Spike stating he knew exactly what Ringo had just done - it wouldn't have really surprised him had that been the case, Spike's face almost always looked like he knew something that nobody else did - but fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it was John.

        sooo how did the wank go

         who knows          but on a totally unrelated note im about to get into the shower

         well before you do that i have even more good news 

         can it not wait?

         NO because you might cum just at the thought of it and then youd be wasting a good shower

         well arent you considerate          and unnecessarily graphic

         thats me          anyway im taking you to the club next tuesday whether you like it or not

         im still waiting for the good news

         well if youd let me FINISH          next week theyre doing a special event and we just have to go          youll never guess what it is

         what is it?

         guess

         you just said ill never guess

         youre no fun

         WHAT IS IT

         alright alright keep your hair on          its a crossdressing event          high heels make up probably a few wigs all that good stuff

         im still waiting for the good news

         OH COME ON youre telling me you dont want to see spike in heels and fishnets with some lovely lipstick on

Ringo gulped. It wasn't a difficult image to conjure up his mind, considering he'd been staring at photos of Spike for the past twenty minutes and it excited him to say the least. He did want to see that, very much indeed.

[xxsteveharringtonxx]

Fixing You

Billy Hargrove x Reader

(Too Much Love Will Kill You - Queen)

According to Billy Hargrove you saved his life twice, the first was when he first met you and he was new to Hawkins. He was an ass but you saw straight through it, and he watched you from afar to start with but when he started changing little things to get your attention like not hitting your friend Steve as much, not driving so recklessly and actually making an effort to not be a dick, he knew he had it bad for you.

He had a good heart, he had a really good heart that was tarnished by a horrible man and a childhood based merely on memories of his mom. He’d told you the deepest memories he had of her and you knew he would always love her but you also knew there was a lot of darkness holding him back but you were determined to be the light in his life if you could be. And to him you were his light and you were his lifeline, he didn’t live for much but that all changed when he came to Hawkins.

Neither of you did too much about the obvious attraction that was there but small things like quiet drives in the rain, helping him stitch up the cuts from his dads outbursts, late nights at the pool talking for hours and just being with each other through intimate moments that meant the most to both of you. He had changed and for the better and he put it to you for saving him, he would be a lot worse if it wasn’t for you. And for Billy that was the first time you saved his life.

That’s why when everything happened that night and started to change and he could feel the mind flayer taking over, he pushed you away. It hurt beyond belief and it hurt him more than the mind flayer ever could but he would not let it get you, not even close.

You couldn’t understand why Billy completely pushed you out, he wouldn’t even look at you and in fact when you saw him the other day he acted like he didn’t even know you and it was convincing. Sighing you left your house ready to meet your friends at the town fun fair but Dustin stopped you in your tracks, he was rushed and practically dragged you to the mall in an alarming flurry of emotions.

“It got Billy!” He finally screamed as he tried his best to explain but all you got was Billy was in danger and needed your help.

Getting to the mall you saw him leaning over El and they were both crying you could tell by the way Billy’s shoulders were shaking, slowly walking towards them you tried your best to ignore the huge mind flayer, the fireworks and all the yells.

All you could hear was El.

“7 feet.” She said softly through her tears making Billy falter.

“You told her 7 feet, she was pretty.” Gasping tears filled your own eyes recognising the description of his mom and watching as his tears fell. She was helping him, she was taking over his mind so this thing couldn’t and you couldn’t love her more for being so selfless.

“Billy!” You yelled as you watched him stand, looking back he shook his head through his tears knowing what he needed to do. His heart shattered at the look on your face and you screamed out once more.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered before putting his hands up to stop the arms of the mind flayer getting to El. He pushed back with all his might and you could see almost in slow motion what was going to happen.

“No!” You screamed running to help him as your feet ran before your brain processed what you were doing, you pushed him away sad El ran to safety. You don’t remember much you heard Max scream for Billy and a sharp pain to your side.

“Y/N! Y/N no what have you done.” Billy cried as he and Steve ran to get you out as they yelled over each other about the gate being closed.

— — —

Blinking open your eyes you winced in pain finally being able to see through unblurry vision.

“Ouch” you mumbled pushing yourself up.

“Hey don’t move, don’t move.” The voice was stern but strained and worried, looking to your right you saw Billy. He was showered and looked a hell of a lot better than the last time you’d seen him.

“Billy.” You choked out throwing yourself into him as he leaned into you breathing in your neck.

“You almost died, you almost fucking died Y/N.” He whispered and you felt his tears on your neck.

“So did you.” You said through your own tears blinking them away to just see the white ceiling of the hospital room.

Pulling away he looked at you and grabbed your face.

“I am never, ever leaving your side again.” He promised before pushing his lips passionately onto yours.

The door opening and a doctor walking in distracted you both and as he grabbed your chart Billy held your hand with a firm grip.

“Miss Y/L/N, what do you remember of the car accident?” Raising your eyebrow Billy cleared his throat.

“She doesn’t remember much doc.” You went along with it shaking your head with a genuinely confused look.

“Well when the car flipped your leg caught between two scraps of metal, you’ll need to have a a few physio sessions to get back to normal walking as your side was also injured but I’m sorry there wasn’t anything we could do about the scaring.” Billy’s grip tightened at his words in fear you’d blame him for all of this.

— — —

“Come on you’re doing well you don’t even wobble anymore!” Billy teased as he stood a few feet away from you in your kitchen.

“If you want the water you’ll have to come and get it.” With a determined look you pushed yourself up got your balance and walked relatively normally to him and snatched the bottle from his hand.

“See I can do it.” You snipped making him grab your face grin and kiss you.

“I know, I always knew you could.” I mean his words made your heart melt but you knew he blamed himself so he was with you every step of the way, literally. He helped you get back to walking more, finding your confidence and finally you were back to doing more. Thank god it was summer and you didn’t need to worry about school or anything at all just you and Billy.

Looking down at your leg the sun had caught your skin making the scars much more prominent and a sad smile fell on your face.

“Hey, don’t look at it, look at me.” Billy flirted lifting your face with a gentle finger.

“It’s not me looking at it that bothers me, it’s you looking at it! I don’t know how you can possibly find me attractive with those all over my legs, and I highly doubt you want to walk around with me hanging off your arm-“

“Stop it. Stop. I don’t give a shit about the scars, I don’t care about a little limp and I don’t care about what other people think. You saved my life, like an idiot, if anyone should have scars it’s me! I don’t want you for a second thinking I don’t find you attractive because you blow my mind every single day.” His words ended with a soft kiss on your hairline and he sighed.

“You promise?” You asked falling onto the kitchen chair.

“I promise and I’ll promise you the same thing every day for the rest of our lives. You save me every day Y/N.” He finalised settling between your legs.

“I love you.” You told him making him gulp and nod.

“I love you.”

Later that evening when Billy left he sat in his car and turned on the engine, but didn’t go anywhere. The clenching in his chest was enough to make him want to scream and every time he left he hated himself a little more. Seeing you slowly start to hate yourself killed him, he knew it was his fault and he knew eventually you would start to realise it too. Hitting his steering wheel he swore and drove home, getting there he went inside to find Max his new habit was to check she was okay too because believe or not he started to show he cared more. Another thing he thanks Y/N for.

“You okay?” Max asked this time as he stood in her doorway.

“Sure, you?” He asked stiffly making her nod.

“Yeah, is Y/N okay?” She asked making him sigh and just walk off, Max followed and settled on the end of his bed.

“You can’t keep blaming yourself, she doesn’t so you can’t.” Max told him as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Fuck Max it’s not that easy. She doesn’t blame me now but she will! How can she not?! She hates her scars she hates how they look eventually she’ll hate me for that!” Max sighed and shook her head.

“She chose to save you Billy, she loves you too much to blame you for what happened.” Those being her final words she went back to her room.

— — —

“He thinks what?” You snapped as Max stood on your doorstep.

“I know and I thought I’d tell you because I’m worried, he blames himself for a lot and I just you know I don’t want him to be how he used to be.” Max’s words hit you hard and you felt bad for not realising the impact this had on him too.

Grabbing your jacket you walked to the pool where you know he was working today, and when you got there you were a little achy but proud. When he saw you he jumped down from his seat and rushed to you.

“Are you okay? Did you walk here?” He asked worried.

“Yeah all by myself, and I’m okay!” You promised and grabbed his hand. “But we need to talk.” His heart pounded in his chest as you locked the door.

“Is uh is everything okay?” He asked nervously, too nervous to sit.

“No, well yes but no. Look Billy, I was so selfish, I was so caught up in myself and working on healing this that I didn’t realise how hard this has been for you too. You went through a lot of shit and dropped it to fix me and I didnt stop to think you need me too. I saved you that night and it’s the best thing that I ever did because you’re still here with me. Please, please stop hurting yourself more, I will never hate you or regret what I did. And if you ever need me so you can talk, yell, cry anything I’m here for you just like you have been for me.” You said gripping his hand so tight you were scared it might break.

Billy couldn’t find the words he needed to say, he couldn’t believe he’d found someone who truly knew what he needed and when. He was so happy in this moment and the tight uncomfortable clenching in his chest changed to one of love and so much of it he couldn’t do anything but grab you and kiss you.

Written for @sea-pancake-forever

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○Description: Your name is Kim Y/N. You are 18 years old. You are Korean but moved to America 2 years ago, your dad made that decision he just wants to run from his problems -_-. Anyways you're moving back to Korea today! You were planning on finishing high school in the school you started before moving in America however you eventually got news that Portman high school( your first high school in Korea before you moved to America) was shut down due to poor teaching system and no teachers available to teach. So your dad sent you to Soung Highschool which was a high school closer to your home than Portman. Everything goes well till you meet a guy and he acts weird around you and he always acts like a dick around you. I wonder why?

Previously in Chapter one:

You said goodbye to your friends and family in America and boarded the plane to Korea. You found it funny how at first when your Dad first made you go to America you didn't want to leave Korea but once you left and then found out your dad is making you go back you didn't want to return...

Chapter 2

You got your handbag and started walking to get your suitcase when someone stopped you. “Hmmm? Dad?”. “Y/N stop pretending everything is fine and acting all normal!”. *You sighed deeply* “Dad if you're going to try to comfort me and think ill tell you everything then your wrong! And if you are just trying to small talk, don't try well just get in an argument and right now Imma be honest and say I can't be asked to argue with you” You started walking away and left your Dad with his mouth open and shocked look. You were never this confronting, you were never this confident and angry to be able to speak to your dad like that even if he made you angry you always looked him in the eyes, apologised and went back to what you were doing before him intervening in the situation. You walked out and were bombarded by a group hug. 

“Y/NNNNNNNN” a group of people shouted excitedly.

“I-i-i-i c-c-c-can-nt-t bre-e-eat-hh-h--” you whispered as you were losing circulation.

“OH SORRY!” they apologised.

“It's ok! I missed you guys so much!!!” You said as you put your arms around their necks and group hugged them back. “Does everyone know I'm back?”

“No just us the rest know you were returning, they just didn't know what day” one of them replied.

-OK so let me introduce you to your old friends before you left Korea. Before you left you were friends with Blackpink aka Jennie, Lisa, Jisso and Rose. You didn't have many friends back then cause you were also considered a nerd but since then you have changed your looks so much that before leaving America you had to send a picture to your friends so they'll be able to recognise you and in addition, they had to make a sign with your name on it. Anyways you were also friends with GOT7 and EXO but you didnt really keep in contact. You mostly got updates from Jennie and Blackpink. Anyways back to the story-

“Oh I have an idea! We can surprise them! Listen here” 

*inaudible because of a truck passing by ;)))*

“Wait... MARK?! MARK!” you run up to him and bear hug him.

“Hi, princess~” he said softly whilst brushing his hand through your hair.

“I missed you so much!” You started silently crying in Marks embrace, you always felt safe with him. Even in the darkest moments of your life, he was always your sunshine, your hope that life will get better. The only reason you wre living, breathing, the only reason you were still there.  -Ok backstory. Mark is your older adopted brother. You were a family of 5, now 3. Your mum and other older brother Zico. They died in that accident... The accident you caused and blamed yourself every day because you knew everyone blamed you for their death cause there was no one else to blame... it was your fault-

“I missed you too princess~” he said as he pulled away and saw the tears on your rosy cheeks. “ Awww dont cry princess~ I love you so so so much and you know i hate to see you cry” he slightly smiled at you and you weakly smiled back.”Come on now lets head home, you can go surprise NCT and GOT7 at the girls house across the street but you’ll have to come home to get your stuff unpacked”

“Ok ill go in a car with blackpink, you go with dad cause I seriously don't have the energy and mental power to keep up with his stupidity and I can't argue with him it's getting too close to the date...” There was a long since tears threatened to fall again so you bit your lip to keep your calm cause you knew although Mark didn't show it, he also blamed you for that day. He also thought it was your fault although when asking him he would deny and argue at how stupid you were for thinking he actually blamed you for the accident of that unfaithful day.

“Ok but I want you to come back home at 7pm sharp,” Mark said in a tone you had never heard. Was he slowly losing you as well? Were you just a disappointment? What did you do to deserve this? Why is it you? What have you done? You were overthinking again before you knew it,  you were in a panic attack state, your breathing was heavy, all you could hear was your heartbeat and a high pitched sound far away in your ear but you could tell it was getting louder which meant youll faint but you didn't wanna cause a scene so you had to calm down. You regulated and breathed slowly, you drank water and snapped back to reality realising Mark had bee waving his hands and shaking your shoulders multiple times just so you would come out of your deep thoughts and overreactions. But how could you when you knew that at the back of his mind even he thought it was your fault for the accident of that day...

“Y/NNNN COME OUT OF THE STATE! STOP THINKING!” you heard Blackpink scream.

“Oh sorry I was just thinking of our plan to surprise the boys :)”. Of course, you lied! You couldn't tell them the truth, it would make you look like an attention seeker and want pity. But that's not you. you're not that type of person to want attention.

“Ok come on let's get going home,” Mark said as he took your suitcase and put it in the trunk of hi car.

-Time skip- You’re at blackpink’s house getting ready to surprise the boys.

You were anxiously waiting for the clock to hit 6 o clock so the boys will be there. You planned that you will hide and the girls will play guess the animal, blindfolded, by the sound it mak- 

*DING DONG*

You jumped a little from the doorbell and heard a group of boys enter the house and into the living room. You were hiding behind the stairs.

Jisoo POV:

Jennie: Welcome guys! Come on in!

GOT7: So why did you guys us here?

Lisa: We wanna play a game. Guess the animal by its noise but youll be blindfolded and you guys are going first.

The boys: OK!

The girls play a cat meow. BamBam: OH THATS A CAT Jackson: A cat The rest: OH YEH ITS A CAT! The girls: Ok next one! They play a goat noise.  WINWIN: A SHEEP! Taeyoung: A frog!? Blackpink: A frog??? Taeyoung: IDK  Ten: ITS A GOAT! Blackpink: Correct! Next and last one before we swap ;))). You enter the room.

Y/N: I missed you guys!~ The boys: Y/NNNNN- WAIT WHAT? They take off their blindfolds which reveals you in the middle of the room. You smile as tears fall from how much you missed them. Especially JB and Johnny. Why? Because of that day when you tried to end it at the Central Bridge... When you took your last gasp of air before hitting the freezing water and slowly feeling your lungs get filled u with water. Slowly your body became heavy, sinking. You were sleepy, you let in but as you thought it was the end, you felt someone pull you out and perform CPR but you were too weak to sit up or speak or do anything so you just coughed out the water. You welt 2 pairs of arms around you... It was them JB and Johnny. They had saved you from probably the worst mistake of your life-

The boys came and group hugged you. You loved them all equal and hugged them one by one. You guys talked till about 6.45 and then you said goodbye and left to your house across the street. “Mark! I'm home!” you shouted as you heard footsteps shift across the hall upstairs. “Y/N??, come upstairs!” he shouted back “OK, I'm coming!” You headed upstairs and saw Mark in your old room because your room was straightforward when you walked upstairs.

“M-mark?... T-this hasn't changed *you chuckled and bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from crying. All the painful memories of this room... you couldn't take it* “I-I didn't know if you wanted anything changed cause you know you might not want to for reasons but if you do ill help you,” he said as if he was reading your mind. “Thank you, ill plan it and show you on Saturday and well get it ready for Sunday and then Ill get ready for my first day of school in Korea *you lightly smile*. “Ok, if you need me I’ll be making dinner downstairs” “You and cooking in the same sentence? You+ dinner= house burned down. AM I GONNA DIE TONIGHT? *you chucked again* “Hey YOU COME HERE!” Mark chased after you for a bit until he gave upp and went downstairs to make dinner. Y/N:*sigh* I mised this place. You put headphones on and listen  to music whilst planning the renovation of your room.

-Time skip- Dinner

Y/N: “Damn *gulp* Mark when did yo learn to cook so well?” Mark: Since you left, I went to different classes and learnt different things until I settled on the highschool youre going to on Monday! Also one of my friends cooks really well so he helped me practice” he said as he pinched your cheeks. Y/N: I am so full! Thank you for the food! I will go get ready for bed tomorrows gonna be a long day! Good night!” Mark and Dad: Night! Yoou went and washed your dishes then went and took a shower. You changed to your pyjams:

You went on your phone and texted the girls:

After that you went to bed. The next morning. Time skip to when you are getting picked up. This is what you wore:

In that moment you felt like life went back to normal. Mark walked in and saw your bright smiled and he smiled at you and you smile back. Then you heard the doorbell.

To be continued in chapter 3