#looking at her like tch... i was better at being a brat...

[iqmmir]

Having younger siblings is so funny i have beef with a two year old

[hel1nn]

And suddenly everything changed ೀ⋆｡

Ch.1 ⋆｡˚୨ the first time i met you ୧˚｡⋆ ch.2 ♡

𐔌 . ⋮ satoru gojo x fem zenin!reader .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ : fluffyy | 18+ smut mdni | eventual smut | arranged marriage | reader is 22 and gojo is 25 | reader had a lonely life untill satoru came | abuse (gojo did nothing here.) | trauma | sprinkles of angsts | jealousy | flashbakes | soft!satoru | soft!reader | loss of virginity | self harm | first time falling in love | reader has two sisters. | Reader belongs to zenin clan. | Idiots to lovers | reader doesn't find satoru annoying since she was alone her whole life. | Insecurities | 𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

౨ৎ Summery : spending your whole life with feeling of being useless and a waste of space,even worse that your two sisters had cursed energy but you didn't, made you wanted to kill yourself so many times but it stopped when a marriage proposal was sented to gojo clan about marrying you or one of your two sisters. Your sisters were so powerful and beauty with brain so why did satoru gojo choosed you? Moodboard | series masterlist

Flashback

You looked around, everyone around you wore black clothes,a body was laying Infront of you, covered in a white blanket. Your mom. You already asked everyone why she wasn't moving,but everyone brushed you off or didn't even replied. Little did you know your life would be completely turn into some kind of hell. The more you grow up the more. At the age of 13 there were cut marks on your writs or arms or legs,all the sadness and anger you took out on yourself. Everything became even worse that you didn't have any cursed techniques or cursed energy but your sisters did. They stopped your study after first year of your highschool. They thought it wasn't important for an another shame of zenin clan. You felt like a dead body whis heart was still beating. Your mother was the only person who loved you and no one but she was taken away from you too. Useless child. Waste of space. You dont deserve to be a zenin. And more. Even your dad hated you too. When he got remarried you remember how your step mom used to beat the shit out of you because of little things. You were tired of everything

Your father had told you to meet him in his room. You thought he'd scold you again for something you did or he will give you a lecture about how shitty you are. Little Did you know it wasn't. You enter his room,taking a seat Infront of him across the coffee table. "What do you want" you spoke,you dad's face turned slightly disgusted "do you have any manners about how to talk to your own dad?" He grumbles but you kept quiet,but you had to speak. "Can we just talk about what's important.."

"we sent a marriage proposal to gojo clan"

Oh,you slightly tense up. "And?"

"don't you dare to act like a brat. I'll just go straight to the point. We sent a marriage proposal to gojo clan for you and your sisters. They just had to choose one of you." Your father had nothing more than disgust on his face.

He did all of this without a single opinion of yours,your throat ran dry.. you don't have to worry. No one would choose someone like you. That's what you thought.

"and they choosed you." Your father said.

"..."

"speak."

You felt words dry inside you.. how could they choose someone like you. Your no one. But they did.

"stop overreacting,we already had said yes. And the date is December 30. There will be a meeting tomorrow."

You got no choice anyway, getting married would be better than living in a clan of jerks.

"and who I'm going to marry?"

"tch.." you heard your father. This long and he didn't even bothered to tell you the name of the man your supposed to marry. "satoru gojo"

You tense up, panicked slightly

"w-what..?"

"yes,your going to marry satoru gojo. I don't know why did he picked you.."

You dad mumbles in annoyance. You have heard about gojo so much. That he's the strongest, he's got the looks of an angel, everyone likes him, he's this he's that and more,but you had never seen him,never bothered to. Because you used to think a person like him wouldn't even bothered to know who're you. You just gave a nod to your father, already leaving the room. You were somehow anxious scared. You lock yourself up in your room for the day.

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Maids were busy to doll you up for satoru,you said nothing. Letting them have their way with you. He was strongest sorcerer of today and you.. you were just you. Barely Existing. One of the maid scolds you for moving while she was applying lipstick on you. You just gave a apologetic smile and nothing more. You sit still. After all of the makeup and clothes you were finally ready,to meet the man your supposed to marry. You were just looking at yourself in the mirror and the silence suddenly gets broke by your step mom

"can't believe he choosed you" you hear her mumble,you just look at her. A stoic face of yours.

"why are you getting annoyed? It's not like he'll choose a fatty like you" you spoke in annoyance, already leaving the room. You never acted like this but today your mood wasn't calm as always. Your step mother glares at you, shouting something you didn't bothered to hear. You enter the meeting room,your father and everyone was already there,your sisters. You older sister wasn't a big fan of yours and she didn't really cared about what you do but your younger sister was way more worse than a bitch. Always ruining your day before it could even start. You walk to the couch and sit down there,a coffee table and another sofa across you where gojo is supposed to sit. You wait and wait.

3h already has passed away and you were so done with this,maybe he won't come to meet you. Your no one to him anyway. Every elders in the room were annoyed now. Talking about how he wouldn't come to see an useless person like you,this marriage might be cancelled and more. Your insecurities grew even more. Another day another insecurity. You slump down slightly,head looking down at your lap. A frown on your face. Why do you always end up being a shame? You gulp,you eyes slightly getting blurry-

The door of the room slams open,a man with white hair comes in looking around. White bandage wrapped around his eyes, covering the blue ones you have heard of. Everyone was staring at him,your father perked up, already walking up to satoru "i hope you you didn't have any trouble coming here,take a seat across her plea-

"i don't listen to old farts and you should know that.." your father smile is tight lipped, eyebrows twitching. Satoru walks up to the couch and sits beside you,he was literally opposite of your expectations. Your eyes wide in surprise as you stare at him. You expected him to be like other but then well... he's the opposite.

Satorus head slightly tilted to the side as he observes you, scanning from head to toe. You gulp nervously. "Is that the girl i am going to marry" a cocky smile appears on his lips you look at him dumbfounded "y-yes" you mumble. He chuckles. Patting your head "you look like a statue..or a doll..maybee.." you frown slightly,he was way too much different..he goofy grin on his face. Your younger sister suddenly speaks, interrupting satoru

"you know mr gojo this is not really nice of you.. it'll be okay if you-"

"you look like brat" gojo cheekly laughs,a small one. Your sister's face scrunch in anger

"hey now your crossing the limits who do you-'

"oh nowadays kids are soo disrespectful awh" satoru sticks his tongue out, shrugging. You dumbly watch the drama as they continue to argue. Your step mom start to speak too

"you know your speaking too much with my daughter mr-"

"she's not your daughter and she's the one who started this" satoru shakes his head in disapproval. Before your mom could speak again you're father spoke up

"everyone you know we should give some time for y/n and gojo to have a conversation." You father forces a smile and drags your lil sister and step mom out of the room,you older sister following them with a ywan. In a minute the door was closed and you and satoru were left alone. You slump down with a sigh, feeling like you could breath then you remembered your not alone, straightening yourself as you flash him a small smile.

"tsk they're annoying" you just give him a small chuckle. Not knowing what to say

"why are you this quiet.." satoru trails off..you slightly tense up.

"actually.." sensing your discomfort he stopped you

"it's okay you don't have to tell..but.."

"but.." you stupidly continue with him and-

"why there's scars on your wrists" satoru asks. The smile falls off your face,you gulp..what were you going to answer?

"you did it don't you" he shakes his head with a bored pout.

"can we not.."

"okay i won't." Satoru laughed softly,brushing a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. Your face slightly heats up,you look away blushing. Satoru just stared at you. Looking at your eyes, noticing the long lashes. Trailing to your nose and then your lips,a slight pout on them. You noticed it, looking at him slightly confused "is something on my face.."

"no" satoru just laughed softly. You wanted to ask him why did he agreed to this marriage. Is there something special in you. And so many. You just nod. The conversation was flowing. Him asking you questions and you. Somehow you don't know you felt slightly open to him. He was being kind to you. Talking about his interest in Digimon,and movies how he loved to teach his students. And more..satoru said he loves sweets. Especially mochi and kikufuku. You told him about your small interests, staying up at night to watch the night sky, reading books , watching tv when no one was around. You loved watching cartoons. You were slightly shy about it but satorus interest grew more. From how he's called the strongest ay first made you think he'll be like one of the strict asses but he was still just a man. Oh. Hours goes by and satoru finally had to go. He left you for today but left a wramth inside your chest. The whole night you don't sleep. Instead you stared at the night sky thinking about satoru. The was just as bright as a moon. One in a million..

A/N ₊˚ʚ 🌱 : English isn't my first language sorry if i did any mistakes. + I tried my best and I'm not an professional writer:)

Taglist : @chilichopsticks @milolop @kuroosvow @bypanana @hoseokslefteyebrow @sorcerersseestars @ssetsuka @megumisthirdog @certainduckanchor and idk why i can't tag @deliciouslydeliciouspenguin :(

[usagikookiejams]

BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS

Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran

⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol

SHIBA TAIJU

"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.

SANO SHINICHIRO

You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.

HAITANI RAN

You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3

[sonamytrash]

Precious cargo

An: Just Dadvi fluff that has been rotting my brain. I actually imagine Levi and readers' first baby being a little boy, but a baby girl worked better for this particular drabble. I promise to revisit some of my other headcanons following readers' pregnancy.

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Levi strides through the Scouting Legion headquarters, his sharp gaze scanning the familiar surroundings as he cradles your newborn daughter securely against his chest. The ever-present crease in his brow softens ever so slightly as he looks down at the sleeping infant, a rare tenderness glimmering in his steel-grey eyes.

"Try not to make too much of a ruckus, brat." He murmurs to the newborn, his deep voice barely above a whisper as not to disturb your child's slumber. "The rest of these idiots don't know how to behave themselves."

Levi's grip tightens protectively as he approaches the mess hall, his gaze sweeping the room. Upon spotting Hange waving enthusiastically in your direction, he lets out an exasperated sigh, bracing himself for the inevitable chaos that's about to ensue.

Carefully, Levi shifts the baby's weight, angling his body to shield your child from the impending chaos. "Hange's about to descend like a pack of rabid wolves. I hope you're ready for the onslaught." He mutters, his fingers tightening protectively around your waist.

Just as the words leave his lips, Hange's boisterous voice fills the air, drawing the attention of the entire hall. "Levi! Y,N! There you are!" they exclaim, barreling towards the three of you with unrestrained enthusiasm. "Let me see the little one!"

Levi's brow furrows as Hange approaches, their boisterous energy directly at odds with his own protective instincts. "Tch, calm down four-eyes. You're going to wake her up." He grumbles, angling his body to shield the sleeping infant from Hange's grabby hands.

Despite his gruff demeanour, there's an underlying fondness in Levi's tone as he gazes down at your daughter. "Besides, I don't want you to contaminate her with your filthy hands." He scoffs, though the slight quirk of his lips betrays his amusement.

Hange's infectious enthusiasm draws a reluctant smile from Levi as they turn their attention to you. "How are you feeling, y/n?" they ask, their eyes shining with genuine concern. "The little one treating you well?"

You nod, "I'm okay. So far, everything seems to be going smoothly." You reply, Levi's grip on the sleeping infant tightens ever so slightly, his steely gaze softening as it flickers between you and your daughter. "Tch, of course she is." he interjects, a hint of pride colouring his gruff tone. "This brat's got a strong constitution, just like her mother." He says, smiling at you affectionately.

Reaching out, Levi gently brushes a finger against the baby's downy cheek, a rare tenderness shining in his steel-grey eyes. "Causing trouble already, aren't you?" he murmurs.

The rare, affectionate smile continues to tug at the corners of Levi's lips as he watches your daughter stir, her tiny features scrunching up in a delicate yawn. "She's perfect. She gets that from y/n, too." He breathes, his voice thick with an emotion that few have ever witnessed from the stoic captain. A feint blush paints your cheeks at his affectionate display as you place your hand on his forearm.

Krista makes her way over, gushing excitedly over the baby. "Oh, she's just perfect!" She squeels.

Levi looks to you for guidance. You can tell what he's thinking, and without any words needed, you nod reassuringly. He looks back at Krista, Levi's expression shifts, his usual cool detachment replaced by a rare warmth. "Tsk. Do you want to hold her?" he asks, his tone gruff but carrying a hint of invitation.

Levi's brow furrows slightly as he carefully transfers the sleeping infant into Krista's waiting arms, his fingers brushing against the delicate girl's skin with the utmost care.

"Support her head," he murmurs, his voice low and gruff.  "And for god's sake, don't drop her."

Sasha soon bounded over, her eyes twinkling with excitement, the other members of the 104th close behind her.

"She really does look just like you, Captain!" She reached out and touched the tiny hand that was now resting on Kristas shoulder, admiring the infant's dark hair. The others in the room chimed in, oohing and aahing over the tiny fingers and toes, cooing and gushing over the newest addition to the scouting family.

"Tch, the brat's got my looks, alright." He murmurs, a hint of pride in his gruff tone. "Though hopefully she's inherited more of her mother's pleasant disposition."

Levi hovers protectively, his steely gaze flickering between the baby, the others and Krista, ready to snatch the child back at the slightest sign of trouble. A faint, barely perceptible smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he watches the petite girl and her friends coo over his daughter, his chest swelling with a fierce, paternal pride.

"Careful..." he rumbles, his brow furrowing in a rare display of vulnerability. "She's precious cargo."

[stillackerman]

levi x reader

After Levi's Squad members death, you're yelling at him to see any emotions on his face.

TW: death mentions, loss.

“How can you be so heartless?!” you yell, feeling how tears run down your face. “Why don't you care?!”

You know you shouldn't act like this, Levi is the Captain after all, and you're just a soldier. Not even a member of his squad... Because his squad doesn't even exist anymore. They're all dead.

In your mind, you see a clear image of Petra's face. She was your dear friend. The same as the rest of Levi's team. Losing them hurts so much, that you regret you weren't there with them. And the pain makes you lose control. Makes you angry. Angry on everything and everyone, and especially on Levi. How dare he be so calm?! How dare he pretend that nothing happened?! How dare he be so silent, when your thoughts are so loud?!

And now, you're yelling at him, and he's still silent. He doesn't even call you 'fucking brat'. He's just standing there, looking at you with that gaze, which can mean everything.

Hanji is the one who stops it. The moment before you try to come closer to Levi and punch his stupid face.

She takes you to your room, talking to you all the time. But you don't even register any of her words. You can just think about the emptiness in your heart.

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After a few hours, you realize that you screwed up. You think clearly now, and you know you need to make things right. You're finding Levi sitting on the wall and looking at the courtyard. It's raining, which makes him look like some mythical creature.

“Captain?” You make a few steps closer, not sure what distance you should keep.

“What?” he says, sounding bored and irritated, not even bothering to look at you.

“I'm here to apologize to you.”

“Tch... Who made you do this? Hanji?” he asks, still not looking at you.

“What? No, it was my...” you begin, but then you realize any further explanation isn't necessary. You just need to say what you planned for this moment. “I want to apologize to you for my behaviour. It was inappropriate and disrespectful. It won't happen again. I'm ready to take my punishment.”

Levi finally turns around.

“You really expect me to punish you for saying what you're thinking? You didn't disobey my orders, you just were an annoying brat.”

“So... We're fine?”

He rolls his eyes and goes back to watching the sky.

You smile lightly because this time the silence is a good sign. You're fine. Everything will be fine. And maybe there's still hope.

“Can I sit here with you, Captain?”

“Only if you shut up,” he murmurs, but he doesn't sound annoyed this time. It's like he just doesn't want to admit he would appreciate your company.

You climb on the wall next to him, your arm brushes his. It comforts you somehow. Being so close to Levi always makes you feel better. You try to fight this feeling, but it's so hard. And why would you fight with that if it's a good thing?

You're staying in silent for a long time, just listening to the sound of the rain and your breaths.

“I'm not heartless,” he whispers eventually, which surprises you. He doesn't speak too often without hearing the question first. “I remember them. I carry all of them in my heart...” He puts his fist on the left side of his chest. “I really do... But we can't talk too much about the past if we want to live our future.”

He looks at you, straight into your eyes. Something on his face changes. You have never seen that look there before. And this is the moment when you finally realize something about him. You understand now. He isn't heartless. Just heartbroken.

[holylulusworld]

D.I.L.F. (2) – Foreplay

Summary: Your mother has a new love interest. You are stuck with her boyfriend.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader (for now...)

Characters: Franklin Clay (the losers)

Warnings: implied/intended cheating, heavy daddy kink, fingering

A/N: Y/M/N = Your mother's name (or stepmother if you don't want to imagine your mom being a b*tch) 

D.I.L.F. masterlist

<< Part 1

“No, you will listen to me now, Y/M/N,” Tony grunts into the phone. He’s just done pretending he doesn’t know about your mother’s infidelity. “I’m a genius, a billionaire, and a desirable man. If you want to fuck the pool boy, go ahead. Tell him to send one of his colleagues from now on.”

You poke your head around the corner, listening closely as your mother’s boyfriend is about to break up with her. It’s the first time you are happy she messed a relationship up because you cannot deny the feelings you have for Tony.

“I don’t fucking care!” He yells into the phone. “We are done, Y/M/N. Lose my number, and forget where I’m living. And just you know, the credit cards won’t work from now on.”

He hangs up the phone and throws it against the wall. “Shit. Another relationship is down the drain. I should go for prostitutes from now on. At least they don’t pretend to like me to get my money.”

You take a deep breath. This is not the time to make a move on Tony. He seems to be down because of the breakup, so you will try to distract him with another swimming contest.

“Hey, Tons,” you act like you didn’t listen to his conversation with your mother. “How about we are having this swim contest now?” You grin. “I bet I can beat you again, old man.”

“Old man?” Tony splutters. “Wait you little shit.” He points a finger at you, smirking. “I’ll beat you this time.”

“I bet you will go down,” you sass back and put your hands on your hips. “Let me change into my brand-new bikini and I’ll beat you in no time.”

“I let you win last time, brat,” Tony steps toward you to size you up. His pride got hurt in more than one way lately and he won’t lose another contest. Not today. “You will beg me for forgiveness.”

“Cute,” you peck his cheek. “That still believe you can beat me. I’ll be right back, Tony.”

You chuckle at his pissed expression. “We will see!”

“We will!” You run off to change into your bikini. “I’ll beat your sorry ass!!”

“Ready, pipsqueak?” Tony watches you walk toward the indoor pool. He gasps as you pass him by, smirking to yourself. You’re wearing a pink two-piece bikini made of strings that barely covers your modesty.  

It shows a huge amount of under-boob, and just about covers your nipples. The bottom is no better. It’s a bondage-style piece that only covers your most private parts. Anything else is visible to Tony who can’t take his eyes off you.

“What’s this?” He points at your bikini bottom. “I thought you bought a bikini. This looks like some strings you put together.”

“It’s my brand-new bikini,” you coo, and run your hands over your body. If you must play dirty and distract Tony to win the swimming contest, you’ll play dirty. “Do you like it?”

“What did you pay for it? A buck?” He cocks his head to glance at your crotch. His tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips. 

“More like two hundred.” Your heart flutters as Tony subtly checks you out. He roams your body with his eyes, humming as you explain how sexy you feel wearing the bikini.

“They fooled you, darling. Half of that thing is missing.” Tony concludes. “I would’ve bought you a nicer one, with a little more fabric.”

“Less fabric, means I’m faster.” You grin. “I’ll beat you. Now, stop trying to avoid the unavoidable.”

Tony looks at you, bewildered. “What?”

“Your ultimate defeat.”

You jump into the pool, giggling as Tony follows suite. “I’ll defeat you, little brat.”

“You can try, Tons.” 

“Alright. This is the ultimate contest,” he looks at you. “Ready or not, you are going to lose. You will not beat me!”

“Ready if you are,” you mirror his smirk.

“We will count to three and start. Who reaches the other end first three times in a row wins,” Tony explains the rules you know so well once again.

You give him a thumbs up. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three,” you call out and start to swim. Tony chases after you, almost passing you by when you cry out in pain. He stops swimming toward the end of the pool to swim toward you.

“Tony…” you struggle to stay above water. “My right leg is cramping. My thigh.”

“Shit,” he’s by your side in the blink of an eye. Your wrap your arms around his neck, holding back a smirk when he wraps one arm around your waistline. Tony moves his free hand to your thigh to carefully massage you. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” you purr and lean a little closer to his face. “Your hands work magic, Tons.”

He chuckles. “You scared me there for a moment, darling. How are you? Can you get out of the pool on your own?”

Tony is still massaging your thigh when you start to whine. “It hurts. I need you to help me.”

“I’m trying, darling. Let me just try something else,” he presses his thumb to your aching muscle. 

“No. Not there,” you pout. “Let me show you where it hurts.” He drops his hand from your thigh and lets you guide it toward your crotch. “There, Daddy. It hurts so much.”

“Y/N,” Tony fights the urge to slip his hand inside your bikini bottom. He just broke up with your mother and cannot do such a thing. Even though, he fell for you a long time ago. “How much does it hurt?”

“So…so bad… Daddy,” you move his hand up and down your crotch. “Please. I need you to help me.”

Tony looks you in the eyes, searching your face. “You sure?” He cocks his head. “I need you to say it, darling.”

“Yes. Daddy.”

“Such a dirty girl,” he finally moves his hand inside of your bikini bottom to run one finger up and down your slit. He flicks your clit, watching your lips part. “Do you want me to play with your naughty pearl?”

“Yes. Daddy…”

A hungry pair of hazel eyes watch Tony and you in the pool. Clay dips his head, enjoying the show so far.

“I’ll be waiting for my turn then, my friend…”

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D.I.L.F.

@arioneway

[sandeoki]

His to protect pt. 2

summary: Y/N a hero, loved and respected by all. Seonghwa a villain, feared and frowned upon by all. both have been enemies ever since they can remember but what happens if Y/N appears at Seonghwa's doorstep at the middle of the night, all bloody and bruised?

t.w: swearing, mentions of death, violence, slight yandere vibes, rude!hwa, sassy!hwa, mention of blood etc.

< pt. 3 >

she was tired, her lungs were on fire and her feet were numb. her pace was getting slower and the people following her were getting faster. they were catching up. she couldn't run anymore.

she wanted to give up, to stop, take a breath and to rest. but she doubted the people following her would allow her to take a 'time out' and alas, she was right.

just as her pace slowed due to exhaustion, a large hand roughly pulled her shoulder, making her face a man clad in a black coat and pants. he looked like an agent straight out of a science fiction novel.

Y/n didnt have much time to judge his appearence before she was harshly pushed again. her back hit the stone wall and she realized just how doomed she was.

she was trapped between the stone wall and the man who looked as if he was about to kill her. she had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run off to. she had no escape.

tears starting rolling down her cheeks as she saw the man take a knife out of his pocket. just as she went to shout, her mouth were covered by the man's dirty hand. it made her shudder with fear and disgust.

all she could do was watch in fear as he bought the knife down to kill her, waiting for the pain to come. just as the knife was about to rip her apart, a bright light filled her vision.

she felt a striking pain fill her head as she sat up with a gasp. she looked around the unfamiliar surrounding. she was in a room, but it wasnt hers.

the room was well decorated and organized. the walls were a mixture of shades of beige, cream and white while the floor was carpeted. it certainly looked like it belonged to some kind of royalty.

she was laying on a king sized bed in the middle of the room, all tucked up and warm. she was still in her dirty and bloody hero costume but her wounds had been bandaged.

she tried to get up but failed, it was as if her legs had forgotten how to work. after a few minutes which seemed like an eternity to her, she managed to stand. just to stumble over thin air. right as she was about to break her nose, a gentle hand caught her.

"i thought you were better than this, you gremlin. falling over nothing? really? tch, shouldn't have underestimated your clumsiness" a voice all to familiar to her teased.

she pulled herself out of the the arms of her captor or well savior and straightened up. "why am i here?"

Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "i dont know, you tell me? what the hell were you doing at my front door at 3 in the morning, looking as if you just escaped death?"

Y/n stiffened, she couldnt tell him how she ended up like this. she knew he could find many ways to use that information against her. telling him would be a dumb move.

"what's it to you?" she grumbled out with her jaw clenched and anger visible on her face. "stop right there princess, if it hadn't been me, you would have been dead by now. dont you dare get smart with me. you know i dont like brats, little hero"

"as if i care about your liking. why am i here? why am i still alive? aren't we like, i dont know, enemies? shouldn't you have like, you know, killed me..?"

"calm down tiger, we may be enemies but i'm not a monster. i would never try to harm you when i know you cant fight back. now if you are done with your interrogation, i have some questions for you too. and you know how much i hate dishonesty, so you better answer them properly."

the 'otherwise' was left unsaid but y/n got the hint. all she could do was nod her head like an obedient child. "are your wounds still hurting?"

her head snapped up, she was expecting him to ask something like 'why she was being chased' or 'what information was she hiding'. this was a shock to her.

"uhh no...?"

"are you telling me or asking me?"

"why does it matter anyways?" she snapped. it was after she saw his glare that she realized how big of a hole she had dug for herself.

"lister here and listen well, you puny hero. if you think you can run that cute little mouth of yours around me, then think again. if i want to know how you are feeling, you will tell me how you are feeling, understood?"

all she could do was nod as tears filled her eyes. the same hand which had stopped her fall now came to rest under her chin as he sighed.

"shush now, i didnt mean to be so harsh, calm down little dove. save those preety tears for some other occasion, hmm? clean up while i make some soup for you, why dont you? and after you are done, you are going to tell me who did this to you so that i can track that bastard down and crush his neck myself."

[katsukikoi]

hi atlas! can i have a Kirishima x reader agnst to fluff?

Where reader is apart of a group of young pro heros, and Kirishima is jealous of it? Or, Kirishima doesn't spend enough time with her because he is hanging out with other girls?

hi sugar, i'll give it a go!

character; kirishima x f!reader

themes; young prohero reader with a jealous kirishima

warnings; hurt, swearing, insecurity, jealous, yelling. (not proof read, may have incorrections.)

y/n was introduced because of the recent nomu attacks in japan, her group she was apart of, was humbly asked by all might if they could give a helping hand. Them loving action and protecting, jumping in to help.

They had to go through the process of going back into school while being proheros. Which, was a lot of effort for some of the girls. Namely, pro hero, Terminator. Terra for short.

When the four elemental quirked users came into the class, they were swamped with questions, ranging from how they became proheros so young, how did they train their quirks ect.

y/n, stayed away as much as she could from being swamped, along with Magnus who sticked far away from tsunami and boltus who where eating up the attention and answering the questions with ease.

"they are really up in our business huh?" y/n asked her teammate who swiftly nodded.

----

it wasn't long until the group settled in though, answering questions, partaking in training and showing their peers how to use their quirks better.

It was on one training, where y/n was paired with the passionate and sweet Kirishima, and the ruff housing bakguo.

Although her quirk didnt work as well with bakugo, it worked hand and hand with kirishima. A hardening quirk next to an earthly one.

"bakugo? i think, after this training you should go with tsunami! She can help with control more since her quirk does smiliar things to yours" y/n kindly spoke making this boy tch but nod, "dont tell me what to do brat." he scoffed, but he took up the offer anyways.

"Hey bakubro! dont be so mean to the pretty girl" kirishima beamed, making the slightly older girl's eyes widened, just a bit.

"he thinks im pretty?" she mentally spoke,

___ It was like that, on and on, the two always getting paired up, always hanging out. It came to a point that everyone knew that they liked each other and where always shipped together.

They werent wrong, weeks after the rumors, they did start dating. And they were going really well, talking to each other, light kisses and sweet talk. Not too much pda, since y/n was a pro hero still, and she didnt like everyone in her business.

It went like this, for months. Until, LOV, attacked. The elements protecting the students they could, shielding them with their powers and defending.

God kirishima, loved when his girl fought. Everytime she did, he would feel a growing pride swell up in his chest. But there was a lingering feeling that he couldnt pin point. It wasnt important to him so he would ignore it.

He would try and help out, only to be kindly pushed away by terra. It annoys him that she did, terra—y/n, is so much stronger. Better than him. Why would she need help?

It was at the dorms when he watched everyone get along, even bakugo would chime in with tsunami. It made him happy bakugo was, but when he looked at y/n and sero he would get irritated. He would huff out, turn and give mina all his attention, even when his pretty girl was trying to get his attention.

It went on and on, kirishima now understands he would never be good enough for y/n. Shes a pro hero for fuck sake. Shes only here to help, she will leave right after anyway.

“eji? are you okay my pretty boy?” she’d ask, he would mumble a half assed reply, “yeah.” then walk away.

This time, she re-tried. “kiri?” she softly spoke, grabbing his wrist gently. “stop fucking grabbing me like that, l/n” he spoke, harshly tugging her. Making her fall down as she was in shock.

“wasting my time.” he spoke, right before she took the impact.

Once the bang was heard, poor kirishima looked back and his girl’s head was bleeding. He went down to check up on her, making her push him away.

“im fine.” she gruffed out. Standing up shakingly as she grabbed on the wall.

“baby!” he spoke, trying to grab her. “dont bother, ill waste your time anyways.” she spoke, her tone unkind. Mimicking his tone and gaze moments before.

As she walked out, kirishima realised he messed up. His jealousy and insecurity led him to hurt his lover. Gulit struck kirishima, it spread like lightning all over his body.

Not once did she looked at him, not once in the last week. But kirishima would look at her, gosh he would look. With pain, gulit and desire.

“shitty hair, what the hell did you do?” bakugo would ask, during their training. Kirishimas once partner now swapped with bakguo as she trained with tsunami.

“i, was jealous and insecure. I accidentally hurt her.” he whimpered out, tears brimming his pretty face was bakugo gave him a (attractive) ugly face. “ha? dumbass.” he knocked his knuckles on the boys head. “fix it, your wasting time.” It was like, kirishima had a great idea.

“it was a pleasure to help all of you!” terra spoke, bowing to her classmates. The group turned around to leave but stopped as the class yelled out to them. “we dont want you to leave!” they yelled.

They sadly smiled as y/n was about to speak, “unfortunately we ha—“

“babe wait.” kirishima spoke, huffing as he psuhed passed the class. “im, im sorry.” his voice broke, looking up at her sweet eyes as he tried to grather air.

“kirishima—“ “no, its eiji. Its eiji to you. you know that, i fucked up. I lost the love of my life beacuse i was jealous and insecure. I wanted you to feel the way i felt, but you dont deserve that. But please, let me try again, please dont leave us.” he cried out, deeply bowing with his forehead on the ground. “eiji.. come here.” she spoke, her sweet sound of her voice made him look up. She kissed his forehead sweetly.

“i love you, eijiro kirishima.” she lightly and sickenly sweetly spoke. Now kissing his lips softly.

The young pro hero looked at the eldest of the group.

“can we stay longer, nee-san?” she asked, tsnami.

“ill tell dad. Im sure we can stay longer ha?” she laughed.

“nee-san?!” the class yelled

“oops..?” the girls giggled.

—-

hi sweetness! i hope you guys liked this one! im trying to figure out how to make a masterslist, and when i get that down, ill upload the kyn hcs!

domt repost, dont translate dont rewrite.

post from atlas 💣✨

[vasyandii]

psst psssst- hi hello- you said a while ago that Nak and Krueger end up disliking each other or smth lf the sort?? I’ve lowkey been wondering about that.. can you explain??

WHY DID KRUEGER AND NAK DISLIKE EACH OTHER?

Hi Scare! I did touch on that Veeeery briefly in the past but never got around to actually explaining it- so thank you for the Ask!!

So, before Nak officially met Krueger, she’s heard some things about him from other operators beforehand (Maybe about the shit he’s said or his past being too trigger happy during his time in the KSK, etc.) and being the judgmental person she is thought “Man, what a fucking asshole.”

Krueger before meeting her, heard of Nak as well; some brat with issues Nikolai scraped off the streets of Urzikstan that apparently knew more than enough to join the company. Krueger isn’t judgmental, however he likes poking at and getting a rise out of new people.

Because of this, Krueger upon meeting her, poked fun at her relentlessly for a few days, just to see what she was like- Not really meaning actual harm, more like to relieve boredom.

-smirking"Did you cut your hair in the dark? I think it's lopsided"

- "Looks even to me"

- "Yeah? Is that what they call even where you're from?"

- [Seething]

- leaning down to be on her eye level " I'm talking to you. Answer."

Since Nak inherited her uncle’s short temper (+ no healthy outlets at the time to deal with anger) fell into the same old habits that got her dishonorably discharged from the LPAF; she swung at him, square in his face. Krueger, understandably, defended himself and swung back.

This went on for the first month of Nak joining Chimera, once a week. Nak disliked how he just seemed to always have something to say to her. Krueger didn't like having to sit beside her in Nikolai's office and argue with her on whos fault it is their faces are beat up this time. You bet Nikolai was getting sick of it.

- Storming into his office, shrieking, "Nikolai! I don't want to work with that bastard anymore!"

- Startled a bit "Jesus fucking- "

- "I can't stand him! I can't stand him! I hate him! I want to wipe that- that- shit eating grin off his Face! I-"

- stern, "Get used to him or we remove you from this company."

- "..What?"

- "I don't know what it's like back in Laos, but here? We act like professionals."

- " He doesn't act like a professional."

- " And he's one of our best."

- "I sense Bias then."

- " You'd be right. He's shown his value over the time he's been here, you've yet to show me that. "

- "Tch. He can barely hold a gun correctly."

- "You are given the accomodations to succeed as an operator, Phayvanh. That's a privilege I don't give to everyone, you don't take advantage of it. How can I believe you're going to be an asset to this company when you can't stop yourself from fighting someone because he hurt your feelings a little? "

- "..."

- Sigh, "Be on your best behaviour. Go to your check ups. This is the last time."

- "I understand."

Krueger got a talking to as well.

- "Are you out of your damn mind?!"

- "I Shut her up after she swung."

- "You're making a fucking fool of yourself, Sebastian!"

- "Don't raise your voice at me."

-"How can I not?! You're wasting your time fighting a damn kid!"

- "I was defending myself. Thing can kick. "

- "You were provoking her."

- "Was I?"

- "Yes. This has happened before. You are making our team look bad."

- "I don't see how the image of this unit is my problem."

- "I don't see any reason why I can't just turn your ass in to the authorities for your actions prior to joining this company."

- "I'll play nice."

And so the physical fights stopped, and it was more like they bickered and talked shit to each others faces until they kind of.. just ran out of stuff to complain about each other??? By that time Nak was getting better at controlling her emotions, mellowing down outside of combat and eventually found Krueger's antics fun.

Sorry for the long read- I tried my best to keep things fairly simple ;-;

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 03 - Reise]

• Reise (German, journey)

Warnings: Jinnie & OC share a cute friendship date, he tells her his story, there is also lots of grief in this chapter, and vampire on vampire violence & death

Wordcount: 10.3k

a/n: lots is happening in this chapter. get ready, besties

You feel ready to face the world come the next morning. You know that at some point yesterday the others knocked on your door, but you were too busy with housing Yoongi’s face between your legs to open the door for them. They gave up afterwards, doing god knows what.

Yoongi was still in the bathroom, while you were lounging on your bed fully dressed and with your hair actually styled.

Your stomach is rumbling like crazy. You are so hungry. You are going to eat ten servings of breakfast, that much is sure.

“Yoongi, how long are you still going to take? I’m so hungry”, you call out for him.

“Soon. Be patient”, he calls back.

“Uff”, you let out and drop into the sheets, “he’s taking so long.”

As if he heard your words, the lock suddenly turns. You sit back up.

Yoongi comes out in the outfit he chose. Black pants and a black t-shirt. Typical for him. You coo and whistle, flustering him deeply. 

“Stop that”, he hisses. 

“You are the most handsome”, you gush, “give me a pose.”

“No.”

“Come on, one pose.”

“No.”

You wiggle your brows at him to which he rolls his eyes. He sighs, then gives you the tiniest of poses. Just his arms stretched away from his torso and with his legs perfectly straight.

“Ooh perfect pose. Nine out of ten, the execution was flawless, your face doesn’t convince me however.”

Yoongi drops his arms. 

“Whatever, you got your pose. Can we go now?”

“Yes”, you say and waddle to him just to grab his waist and knead it. 

“Don’t”, he says, squirming out of your hold like a cat that doesn’t want to be held. 

“Are you ticklish? That’s the second time you are squirming. Please tell me that you’re ticklish”, you say, making grabby hands at his waist. 

Yoongi dodges you skilfully, grabbing your wrists to hold them tightly.

“I’m not ticklish. I just don’t like being kneaded like I’m bread.”

“But you are bread. You’re my sweet bread.”

“Stop”, he hisses.

“No”, you grin at him.

“You brat”, he mumbles, intertwining his fingers with you to drag you out of the room.

You know that Yoongi doesn’t see brat as an insult – at least not for you or Jungkook – so you giggle, skipping next to him whilst swinging your arms back and forth.

“I’m so happy we’re together again, Yoongi Boongie. I’m so excited to see the world with you.”

Yoongi locks his hotel room then puts the keys into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t get too excited. I can’t promise you lots of sightseeing. Not with my schedule.”

“I’m sure that we will find some time”, you draw closer, squishing your cheek against his shoulder, “if not, I’ll just have to force you to relax.”

He sneaks a glance at you, trying to frown but ending up giving your cheek a soft peck.

“You should get some breakfast before anything else”, he says, “I don’t want you walking around hungry.”

“Mhm right”, you agree, “I’m so hungry already. I plan on emptying the entire buffet.”

“I’m sure you will. You should eat lots, princess. You need the strength”, he says, caressing your knuckles.

You meet Hoseok by the elevator.

“Oh? Hey guys”, he says and yawns, “how did you sleep?”

“Better than you so it seems”, you say, sticking your finger into his open mouth which earns you a soft bite.

With a hiss you pull back, sending him a look while Hoseok is grinning boyishly.

“I actually slept very well. Too well, if I’m being honest”, he says, stepping into the elevator, “The others and I went out last night and it got pretty late. We wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to come but you were fucking.”

“So uncalled for, Hobi” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t worry, you guys sound good when you fuck.”

“Hoseok”, you warn.

“Okay, okay sorry”, Hoseok chuckles, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Tch so rude”, you mumble, nudging his tummy, “either way. Where did you guys go?”

“Just a rave. Tae knew about it and asked us to go with him. You guys, people in Berlin know how to rave. I had so much fun, no joke”, Hoseok says.

“Mhm, I bet you did.”

“Yeah and Tae tried to flirt with Kook all night, but Kook refused him. Honestly? I think something happened between those two that Kook doesn’t want to tell us. There is a weird energy between them, which I can’t quite make out.”

“So you noticed it too? I felt it too”, you agree.

“Yeah it’s so strange. I’m telling you, those two are gonna fuck real soon. I can feel it.”

“Tch”, you chuckle, “I think you’re just being a perv again. Seriously Hobi, stop being so invested on other people’s sex life.”

Hoseok grins boyishly, “I’ll try”, he says, not meaning it. Then he averts his eyes to Yoongi, “how are you, man? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you yesterday, given how you and ___ just bailed and then railed each other for an entire day.”

“Geez Hoseok”, you murmur, flustering deeply.

Yoongi doesn’t show that he was flustered, looking at Hoseok with a neutral expression.

“I’m good”, he answers him nonchalantly.

“I heard that you are feeling these days”, Hoseok smiles then places his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks”, Yoongi mumbles, now clearly flustered, “I uhm..” he clears his throat, “…you dyed your hair?” his sentence almost sounds like a question, as if he wanted to make sure that such a sentence was a good small talk starter.

Hoseok touches his black hair, fixing his sides with the back of his hands.

“I did. I was getting fed up with always having to redo the blonde, so I’m keeping it simple these days”, he says, fluffing up the back, “although I’m keeping it longer. It suits me, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, uh…it’s uh…a good length.”

“Thanks”, Hoseok gives Yoongi a sweet grin, making the latter look away in shyness. Hoseok gives him one last pat on his shoulder then steps back, exchanging a knowing look with you. This right here was Yoongi trying to be nice and being very awkward about making friends. You won’t call him out on it. It’s way too sweet to ruin it.

“I see that you’re growing your hair too. It’s funky, I like it”, Hoseok compliments Yoongi to which the latter flusters and touches the side of his neck.

“Thanks”, he mumbles.

Hoseok turns to you, knowing that Yoongi already said what he wanted to say.

“So did you guys catch up with each other?” he asks.

“You’re gross.”

“I’m not gross”, he says and studies your neck, “it seems like you guys did.”

“You are so inappropriate”, you groan, covering your neck, “where are the others?”

“Eating breakfast. They woke up early and went downstairs already. I don’t get how they did, it became so later yesterday. I almost didn’t manage to get outta bed today and that says a lot because normally I’m always the first one awake.”

“Maybe you just slept deeper than the others.”

“Yeah, probably. The pillows are so comfortable.”

“Right? I think so too. Gosh, no joke though? I can’t wait to eat. I’m so freaking hungry”, you say, stepping out the elevator as it arrived in the lobby just this moment.

“You’ll get food soon, I’m sure of it”, Hoseok assures you, walking next to you with a smooth swing in his hips. The chains on his baggy jeans make a little jingling sound with each step he takes.

The hotel’s restaurant is located just past the lobby, behind a set of swing doors. They are currently held open by two big statues, giving view to the tables and the busy restaurant.

You abandon Yoongi and Hoseok by them, hurrying straight to the buffet. You are way too hungry to care about anything other than food.

It was the right decision. You are greeted with the most delicious looking food and an array of beverages to accompany it and for the next minutes you are focused on nothing other than getting the best array of food onto your plates.

You decide to go for one plate of salty food and one plate of sweet food, topping it with a cup of tea and a glass of orange juice. Truly, you feel in breakfast paradise, hurrying to your table with a tray in your hands.

The others picked out a table in the darkest corner of the restaurant, far away from sunlight so they wouldn’t have to sit in this room with sunglasses on. It’s a good decision, otherwise they would draw way too much attention on them.

Jungkook is frowning at Taehyung, chewing his breakfast donut way too aggressively when you arrive by the table. The latter is talking to Seokjin, oblivious to Jungkook’s stares. Or at least he acts oblivious to them.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

Jungkook’s eyes shift to you, lighting up.

“Good morning, ___. How are you?” he says and smiles.

“Very good and you?” you say, sitting down with Yoongi’s help.

“So good”, Jungkook scrunches his nose up, “I’m so happy that you are here now. I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Kookie. I’m happy to be here with you”, you say and thank Yoongi for pushing in your chair, “waah I can’t wait to dig in”, you say and shift your full attention to the food.

Yoongi sits back down, accepting the cup of coffee you brought him. He drinks it with sparkling eyes, even if other than that, he looks unaffected by the gesture.

“The food’s amazing, isn’t it?” Seokjin asks.

“It’s amazing”, you mumble with your mouth full.

Seokjin smiles fondly and looks at Yoongi.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I heard that you’re still looking for Emma.”

“Yes, but I have a lead. I want to check it out today.”

“Mhm, maybe you’ll find her.”

“Thank you. I hope so too.”

“How long are you guys going to stay?” Jungkook asks.

“A while. I can’t say yet”, you say, glancing at Yoongi, “you won’t get rid of me that easily however, I plan on being by your side for a long time.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly.

“That’s good news. I’m happy that you are here now”, Jungkook says and grins, “I swear it’s been too long since we last talked.”

“Right? We really have to catch up”, you agree.

“Yes, indeed. I would love to catch up with you”, Taehyung says, sending Jungkook a look.

One which Jungkook ignores with a clenched jaw. There it was again, that weird tension between them.

“I heard that you want to find Emma in Berlin”, Jungkook says, looking at Seokjin, “that’s so cool, hyung. I seriously hope that you will find her.”

One must know that they had this same exact conversation already. Jungkook is attempting to act uninterested in Taehyung’s attention.

“Me too to be honest”, luckily for him, Seokjin is burning to talk about it again. It is, after all, everything he is thinking about lately, “I miss her more and more each day”, he says, sighing loudly, “I feel like my heart could burst with all the love I have for her.”

“Maybe you should prepare for the worst”, Yoongi says, making you all look at him, “I’m just saying, you haven’t seen Emma in a century. She could have changed or found someone else.”

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper, nudging his arm.

“What? I’m just saying”, Yoongi whines.

“Yes, but let’s hope for the best first and think of the worst last.”

Yoongi frowns, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“No, he’s right”, Seokjin says, “I shouldn’t put so much hope in this search. I know that it will end in more heartbreak than happiness. I’m so fucking childish, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not.”

“Maybe just really naïve”, Yoongi says.

“Yoongi, come on”, you whisper.

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Seriously, it’s fine ___”, Seokjin assures you, “I can take the truth. I actually prefer it. Thank you for keeping it real, Yoongi.”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi nods his head, “I hope that you find her and it turns out well for you. Don’t think that I don’t.”

“I know, thank you”, Seokjin gives him a smile. One which Yoongi doesn’t retort as he is far too shy to do so. Seokjin looks at the rest of you, “I’ll leave after breakfast. You guys are free to join me if you want to.”

“I’ll pass. Kook and I have to track down a few of Namjoon’s followers. You guys are free to join us”, Yoongi says and looks at you, “not you though. You should go with Seokjin, it’s too dangerous with us.”

“I figured that it was”, you say, looking at Seokjin, “can I come with you? I promise that I’ll be quiet if you find her. You won’t even notice that I’m here.”

“Of course you can come”, Seokjin says, nodding his head, “I’ll just have to change into different clothes and then we can go.”

“Sure, take your time. I’ll be getting another plate of those amazing scrambled eggs either way”, you say, standing up to refill your plate.

You retreat to your rooms after breakfast, getting ready for the day. While Yoongi and his group prepare by putting on their sturdiest clothes, you and Seokjin choose something light to walk around in. After all, you weren’t planning on fighting anyone today. At least you hope that you won’t have to.

You meet up again outside the hotel where Yoongi already parked his car. The latter lets his eyes run up and down your body once before he looks at Seokjin instead.

“I’m trusting you to keep her safe”, he tells him.

“Don’t worry, I will”, Seokjin promises him.

“Good”, Yoongi says and turns to you.

“Stay safe”, you say and step close to kiss his lips, but Yoongi takes a step back. He sends you a look, one you figured out long ago stems from a place of discomfort public shows of affection bring him.

“Uhm”, he places his hand atop your head to give you two pats. Then he steps back, “I’ll see you later”, he says and presses himself past you to stomp to the car. 

“Don’t take it personal, ___”, Hoseok tries to comfort you, but you dismiss him with a shake of your head. 

“I know how he meant it. I know how he is.” 

“Well, that’s good. I’m sure he’s very thrilled about your sweet words.”

“I’m sure he is”, Taehyung says with a reassuring smile. He leans in to kiss your cheek, “stay safe, my darling. And call me if you need anything.”

“You too, my darling. I’ll call you”, you tell him, looking at the others, “and you too. I want you all back in one piece.”

“We will, don’t worry”, Hoseok says. 

“I’ll see you later, ___”, Jungkook says and grins.

He is the first one to leave, taking the passenger seat. Taehyung is next, wishing you a nice day. Hoseok was the last one to leave, giving Seokjin and you a hug each. They drive off moments later, leaving you and Seokjin alone by the hotel.

You turn to Seokjin.

“So where to now?” you ask him. He is looking into his phone as he is currently planning the route you will have to take to get to your destination. He lifts his eyes, looking at you.

“The train station. According to my sources, Emma was spotted a little outside of Berlin”, Seokjin explains.

“Lead the way then”, you say, beginning your journey of finding Emma.

Seokjin is shimmying nervously the entire train ride with his left knee bouncing up and down nervously and his nails between his teeth. He doesn’t talk a lot as he is most definitely lost in his thoughts. You understand him. It must be really exciting for him to possibly meet Emma today. You spent most of the time reading the book you brought with you. It was a really good book.

You lift your head to check up on him. He is shimmying even more than he did before. Poor boy. You place the bookmark on the right page and set the book aside after to reach over and pat his knee.

Seokjin flinches as he didn’t expect the touch, breaking his eyes away from outside to look at you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Why?”

“Because you’ve been fidgeting ever since we boarded this train.”

“No, I’m literally dying in nervousness”, Seokjin confesses, “I could potentially meet Emma today. It’s killing me. Do I look good? Did I overdo it?”

You study him from head to toe.

Seokjin decided on a combination of a beige linen suit and a white button up under a linen corset vest. It is accentuating his petite waist and broad shoulders. He also opted for closed brown leather shoes, but already regrets his choice as his feet are terribly hot. He wanted to wears gloves as well, but thankfully decided against them, going for golden rings and an expensive watch instead.

“I think you look very handsome”, you tell him.

Seokjin looks at his own reflection in the train window, fixing strands of his hair. It didn’t need any fixing, but Seokjin thought that it really did.  

“Did I overdress? Oh god, did I actually overdress?” he says, twisting and turning in his seat as he inspects his distorted reflection. He has long stopped dressing well every day. He did so for the longest time, but as the decades became more relaxed and the fashion less and less body fitting, Seokjin also stopped dressing up daily. He still likes to dress well, but he doesn’t do so every day. There are even days where he spends his hours in nothing but his pyjamas and fluffy slippers. He calls those days his free days and wants to do nothing more than lie around and play games. He thinks that he might have overdressed today. He looks ridiculous.

“No, you look good”, you assure him, “don’t worry Jinnie, she’ll see you and swoon.”

Seokjin looks at you with pink ears.

“You think so?” he asks in a shy voice.

“Yes, I really do”, you say, giving him a smile, “it fits you very well.”

Seokjin touches his own tummy, rubbing it gently.

“Thank you”, he murmurs shyly, eyes running over his own legs, “I probably should have dressed in white tie attire, because she doesn’t deserve any less. Oh dear, did I under dress?” he gasps with widened eyes, “should I have worn a tie? I should have, shouldn’t I? Oh god.”

Seokjin quickly fetches his phone and looks for the closest tailor. “I have to get tie. A, a brown one, matching with my shoes. Or perhaps should I get a black one for a certain dot of change? Maybe a colourful one would be best”, he babbles and huffs out air, touching his own forehead, “I can’t decide. What if I choose the wrong colour and Emma will hate it? ___, I don’t know what to do”, he says, looking at you for help.

“Relax. You look handsome just the way you are”, you assure him, taking his hand to squeeze it gently, “don’t worry about it too much.”

Seokjin exhales loudly, sagging his shoulders in defeat.

“You are right. Oh god, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so nervous. This is the clearest lead I’ve ever gotten. I’ve never been that close to finding her.”

“I can only imagine how excited you are.”

“I’m so excited, but also really nervous. Do you really think that she’ll like my outfit?”

“Yes, she will. I’m honest.”

“Okay, okay. Good, yes good”, Seokjin exhales in relief, “I’m seriously going insane.”

“I can’t even tell”, you tease him.

Seokjin wanted to throw something back at you, but can’t as the train announces your stop.

“Oh! It’s our stop”, he gasps, jumping to his feet, “quick! It’s our stop!”

“Seokjin, wait for me”, you say, stumbling to your feet and running after Seokjin.

Seokjin is already by the door, fumbling with the buttons on his vest. He wonders if people can see how nervous he was or if he is hiding it well enough.

The doors open. You reach his side, panting slightly.

“You are way too fast”, you say.

You let a couple and an elderly man leave the train before you, then it is finally your turn to get off. The crowd is tense on the platform, an array of languages surrounds you. Many Seokjin understands, but countless more are unknown to him. There is a British couple arguing about whether or not they have to take this train three stations or two. There is a group of Turkish girls giggling about how beautiful it was here and that the sun was just right. Seokjin agrees with them, fixing the dark sunglasses perched atop his nose. As long as he has his glasses, the sun is wonderful. There is a friend group of Korean guys, who currently talk about whether to go left or right on the platform. They send Seokjin a look as you and he pass them and for a moment he wonders if they wanted to call out to him to ask for his advice. He hopes that they don’t because his Korean is rusty these days. They don’t in the end and the two of you leave them on the platform, never to see them again.

There are also too many locals to count, speaking on the phone, listening to music, talking to each other. Seokjin understands their conversations, but soon stops listening in, hurrying up the stairs to the exit.

He takes two at a time, careful not to bump into people.

“Seokjin slow down, I’m not that fast”, you complain, trying to keep up with him.

Seokjin turns, looking at you.

“I’m sorry”, he says, slowing down, “I was lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?”

“Yes, just out of breath”, you reach his side, holding his arm to make sure that he can’t escape again, “what were you thinking about either way?”

“Just that there are many people here”, he says, intertwining his fingers with you, “come, let’s get outside. I’m sure there are less people on the street.”

Seokjin was right. The crowds become less tense once you are upstairs, breaking up completely once you are outside the station.

The two of you stop just a few steps down the road under a tall oak tree. He inhales deeply. You do the same. The air is so much fresher here than it was in Berlin.

“It smells so good here”, you say.

“I think so too”, he agrees and sighs, “it’s good. It means that Emma can breathe in good air day by day.”

You sneak a glance at him, having to smile fondly. He is adorable when he is in love.

Seokjin scrunches his nose up at the feeling of butterflies in his tummy. He giggles and continues walking with a slight skip in his steps, swinging your hands back and forth.

“Do you think that she will recognise me?”

“I’m sure she will.”

“How do you think will she react? I’m so scared that she doesn’t want to see me or hear me out.”

“I mean, the possibility is definitely there, but I am sure that it won’t be like that.”

“Oh god do you think so? Oh god what if I mess up?” he says, touching his own forehead, “I’ve been practicing my words in my head ever since the morning, but what if I mess up?”

“Well, what do you want to do?” you ask him.

“I will start by greeting her. I have to get a bouquet of tulips. In yellow, because that has always been her favourite colour. She says it’s because yellow makes her skin glow and I think so too”, he says, smiling, “oh ___, I’ve always loved it most when she wore yellow dresses, she looked so beautiful in them”, Seokjin says and smiles dreamily, doing a little skip in his steps because he felt happy, “I can’t wait to see her again. I’m sure that she is even more beautiful than she was in the past. She has to be. She is Emma. Of course she will grow more beautiful day by day.”

“You are so whipped”, you say, nudging his arm with your own.

He sends you a look, pouting. His ears are beet red in embarrassment.

“Whatever, I’m just saying”, he mumbles, making you chuckle fondly.

You cross into a corner, dodging a woman before she could collide with you. You cross paths with a mellifluous scent of fresh coffee next. It halts your steps.

“Oh it smells amazing here”, you say.

“Right?” Seokjin agrees.

The two of you backtrack, looking into the opened café. There are currently three other people inside the small shop and the radio play slow jazz.

“Do you want to get a cup?” he offers.

“Only if they offer tea. I don’t like coffee”, you say.

“Want to check it out?”

“We could do that.”

And so it happens that you enter the café together, getting in line behind the other customers. You turn to Seokjin.

“So you plan on getting her tulips. Why is that?”

“Tulips have always been her favourite flowers”, Seokjin explains, “when we were dating, we had this tradition that I would bring home tulips after work and in return she would kiss my cheek. I always loved the tradition and I thought that maybe if I showed up with tulips, she would know who I am.”

“This is really sweet of you. Gosh Jinnie, you are really going all out aren’t you?”

“Am I overdoing it?”

“No, I don’t think you are.”

“Okay, okay good”, Seokjin says and looks around the café.

You do the same and for the next few minutes you share silence as you people watch.

The lady before you orders a macchiato and a croissant. She leaves after getting both. An elderly lady eats cake by the window and drinks black coffee with it. Another lady eats onion soup with fresh cheese sticks. There is also another young woman right behind you, reading a book whilst standing.

“It seems that this café is very popular with the ladies”, Seokjin says.

“Yes, it’s really pretty. I can see why.”

“Do you think that I should take Emma here for a date?”

“I mean, it is a beautiful spot”, you say, “maybe you could ask her.”

“Yes, I will do that”, Seokjin says and nods his head.

It is your turn to order. You choose to go with a cup of peppermint tea and a chocolate donut and Seokjin chooses to go with a cup of mocha latte.

You leave the café together, enjoying your refreshments whilst wandering through the beautiful streets. The buildings have many years written on them, but it is clear that they are well loved by the city. The architecture may be a part of history, but the façades are all clean. You think that Taehyung would love this type of architecture and if he was with you right now, he would ask to take a picture of you in front of one of the houses.

“May I ask”, you break the comfortable silence, “where did you hear about Emma’s whereabouts?”

“An old friend of mine”, Seokjin answers you, “he said that his partner spotted someone with Emma’s features boarding the train to Bernau.”

“I see. And is that source trustworthy?”

“I really hope that he is, otherwise I’ll be heartbroken.”

“Well then, let’s hope that he is”, you say, “how is your coffee?”

“Really good. How’s your tea?”

“Yummy.”

“Good, that’s good”, Seokjin says, stopping in his steps, “we have to go there”, he tells you, disappearing in a narrow alleyway.

You follow him.

“Where are we going now?” you ask him.

“A florist”, he says, looking into his phone, “I have to get tulips first.”

“I see. And where do we have to go then?”

“I can’t say yet. She must be somewhere here so maybe let’s walk around and hope that we can bump into her.”

“That sounds like a plan”, you say, taking a bite of your donut.

And so it happens that you and Seokjin find yourself wandering the streets of this small German town, gradually finishing your refreshments and talking about Seokjin’s life with Emma.

He tells you about how he met her when she just turned twenty three and that they spent six years together. Emma lived comfortably back then. She was neither a factory worker nor was she also part of the elite. Her father was a merchant doing trade with the Middle East and brought home enough money that they could live comfortably in a townhouse in London. Seokjin lived in London at that time as well, spending his days at the libraries in search for something that could entertain his endless boredom. He met Emma during one of his library visits and they instantly clicked.

Seokjin tells you that he planned on marrying her, but that he never got the chance to propose as she died before that could happen. He says that these days he knows that she didn’t and he admits that it hurts him that she never set out to look for him, but that he can’t blame her.

Seokjin also tells you that he tried to live a good life in case Emma stumbled upon him. He wanted to make a good impression on her and not scare her away.

Seokjin tells you about his time in the Wars. He hated it, but he saw it as his duty. If other men had to leave their homes, so had he. He healed a lot of people in the war with the help of his blood. He thought about being a vampire differently back then. He was more reckless. He thinks that he might have turned a few people as well without knowing that he did. The ones who were already too close to dying. Seokjin tells you that he never checked up on them again, but he thinks that he might have turned a few people without wanting to. Seokjin hopes that if he did, they are living a good life these days. Imagining that they couldn’t and that he was the reason for it, fills him with too much grief.

You assure him that if he did, they surely are because they had him as a sire. Seokjin smiled at you because of it and continued his story when you asked for more.

The sun had long passed its zenith by that time and Seokjin was able to take off his sunglasses. You had also checked on a big part of town already, but hadn’t met Emma yet.

Seokjin tells you that the years after Emma were filled with grief and hatred. He knew of Alpha, but could never bear to face them. He hated them so much that he wanted them dead, but he knew of their ages and knew not to intervene. Seokjin admits that there were many moments where he considered fighting them just so they could kill him and take the pain of losing Emma from him. Seokjin never really went through with it. So Seokjin left Europe to return to his home country, hoping to find happiness there and he did.

Seokjin met Jungkook in the seventies. The younger vampire lived in the sewers under the city of Busan at that time. Seokjin accidentally stumbled upon him as he followed a trail blood. Jungkook was in the middle of ripping a poor man apart and at first Seokjin wanted to kill him, but then Jungkook began crying. He fell to his knees and looked at Seokjin with innocent, heartbroken eyes and the involuntary murder covering his entire face and he begged him for help. That was when Seokjin felt pity for him, so he tells you, and he decided to take him in and the days of loneliness finally stopped.

Seokjin tells you that he trained a lot with Jungkook and that he is aware that he didn’t help him even remotely as much as Yoongi does these days, but that he tried to help as best as possible nonetheless. He gave him one of his rooms, bathed and clothed him and then introduced him to feeding from blood bags. And while Jungkook always turned feral when he ate and on many occasions that meant that Seokjin ended up with clashing bite wounds or broken bones, he never for a second regretted taking him in. 

You tell him that you were happy that he met Jungkook and that you were happy that they were still friends these days. By now the sun had wandered closer to the horizon and the town was hued in golden light. Emma you still haven’t found and the tulips began welting just slightly. Seokjin seemed hopeful still.

They met Hoseok two months after he turned. Seokjin showed him control as best as possible while Jungkook tried not to bite him too often. Hoseok never had problems with control, so Seokjin tells you. Sometimes they joked that if they hadn’t found him as early, Hoseok would have had moments of lost control as well. But maybe Hoseok was just incredibly talented in control. 

You agree with a fond chuckle.

Hoseok moved in with them soon after, but spent many days away from them as he wanted to travel the world. Seokjin and Jungkook wanted to come with him, but Jungkook couldn’t really leave the house back in the days. So Seokjin stayed with him, never once regretting it.

“I can imagine”, you say, “I’m really happy that you guys found each other. The bond you share is really precious, I think.”

Seokjin gives you a smile, “thank you”, he says and nudges your arm, “and now we found you. Our little family is growing.”

His words make you feel warm in your chest.

“Yeah, it’s growing”, you say, giving him a fond smile, “now where do we have to go next? It’s already getting dark.”

Seokjin’s smile drops, sadness replaces it.

“I don’t know”, he says, dropping onto a bench, “we’ve looked everywhere, but haven’t found her”, he says, looking at the wilted tulips, “fuck, I’m so stupid. Why did I think this could work? That I could just go to a random town and find her? It’s so goddamn dumb.”

You sit down next to him.

“Maybe we haven’t looked everywhere?”

“We have. You know that we have. If Emma was here, we would have found her”, Seokjin says, sagging his shoulders, “let’s go back to the hotel. This search feels hopeless.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we just have to try one more time?”

“No”, Seokjin shakes his head, “no, it was the same shit in New York and later Amsterdam. I follow stupid leads, buy tulips, only to realise that I’ve been chasing ghosts. Emma isn’t here. Fuck”, he presses out the last word, lowering his head, “I’m so fucking stupid.”

“No, you’re not. You’re hopeful that doesn’t make you stupid.”

“Then it makes me naïve. Let’s be honest.”

“Gosh, Jinnie I’m so sorry. Do you want a hug?”

“Yeah, I think I do”, he whispers, falling into your arms and resting his head on your shoulders.

“I wouldn’t mind walking another round”, you tell him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“I don’t know”, he says, “the tulips are already dead.”

“So let’s meet her without them. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the gesture nonetheless.”

“You are so positive. I want what you have”, he says, breaking away from you. He sends you a sad look, “fuck sorry, I was so preoccupied with telling you about me that I didn’t even notice that we were failing. And now it’s all coming back to me. I’m failing, aren’t I?”

“No, don’t say that. Even if we can’t find her tonight, I’m sure that we will find her somewhere else. I believe in your reunion”, you say, giving his thigh a soft squeeze.

“Thanks”, he whispers and sighs in defeat, “do you think that the others have more luck?” he asks you.

“I don’t know”, you answer him.

Jungkook is chasing after a Glutton, his face is covered in blood and from his exposed fangs acid drips. The Gluttons knows that she has no chance at escape. Not only is Jungkook a Ripper, but he has seven decades on her. She has no chance, even if she tries to run. He will catch her. And rip her to shreds. She passes by Luc. Luc was her friend, but he is dead by now. Killed by the Creator of whom she only heard stories of. Min Yoongi. The vampire that hunts vampires. Namjoon told her that she won’t ever have to meet him. She believed him and allowed him to turn her. She finally begins to realise that Namjoon lied to her back then and she wonders what else he lied about. Was he ever planning on keeping her safe? On making her his queen? Did he ever really love her or did all the sex she had with him mean nothing to him? Did he use her? Why is he not here? Why is he allowing his creations to be slaughtered?

She collides with a chest, screaming up in fear. Strong hands hold her arms, keeping her from fleeing. Her fearful eyes lift, locking eyes not with the Ripper like she expected to but with someone else. His eyes were dark red, his cheeks covered in black veins and from his fangs black blood was dripping.

“Who are you?” she presses out, “let me go! He will catch me!” she yells at him, eyes flitting behind her own back where the Ripper inches closer and closer, “let me go! He will kill me! He will-”

Her voice gets stolen from her as the unknown vampire rips through her throat. She gurgles and chokes, fighting for air and knowing that it won’t come.

“Die!” the vampire screams at her, throwing her to the ground. She slides past Jungkook, fighting for air as now her lungs were protesting from the impact. Seconds later she stops feeling as the vampire straddles her and begins bashing in her face.

“Die! Die! Die!” he screams, bringing her closer to actual death with every punch he throws.

This is the end, she thinks and stops thinking as darkness engulfs her.

“Die! You ugly cunt die! I hate you! Die! You killed him! Die! Die! Die!” Taehyung screams, punching the vampire over and over and over again. He is doing it. He is seeking revenge for Jimin. He is killing all of them. He is hurting Namjoon with it. “Die! Die! I hate you so much! Die!” He can’t remember how many he killed already. He blacked out with the first punch he threw. Did Yoongi even say that he wanted them dead? Taehyung can’t remember. He doesn’t care. He wants them dead. All of them. They need to die.

“Die! Fucking die!” Taehyung screams, having punched her head so many times already that by now he is punching his fists into a puddle of goo and the hard asphalt, “die! Fucking die!”

“Taehyung hey! Taehyung! Stop! Tae stop!” Yoongi has to yell over Taehyung’s heartbreaking screams. His grip is tight on the younger vampire’s shoulders. 

“Die! You did this! You did this! Die!”

“Taehyung! Stop! They’re already dead! Tae stop! There’s nothing left of them! Stop!”

Yoongi finally manages to pull him away, getting in front of him so he can’t storm back to the vampire.

“Leave. We’ll join you later”, he says over his shoulder at Jungkook and Hoseok and then the others lay forgotten to him, “I’m here now, Tae. Calm down.”

He wraps his arm around Taehyung’s waist so he can push him out of the hall this way. 

Taehyung lets him, screaming graphic curses at the already dead vampires. Only once he is outside and Yoongi managed to put quite a lot of distance between them and the factory, does Taehyung finally stop fighting him.

Taehyung roars, whipping around the rip out a poor, unsuspecting lamp post. Sparks of electricity cut through the air. Yoongi dodges them while Taehyung doesn’t even feel them hit his skin. He screams and throws the pole as far as it can go, which results in it piercing the asphalt a good four hundred feet away from them. It wobbles a few times before standing completely still.

Yoongi lets him, knowing that nobody can see them. Taehyung needs it. Yoongi knows that he does. 

Because after the outburst of anger, heartbreak follows. Taehyung wails, falling to his knees because the pain is dragging him down. He punches the asphalt. He punches and punches and punches until his hand is broken and even then he continues. He heals and punches and breaks his bones only to heal and repeat the process over and over again until the asphalt is grinded into fine powder and he physically couldn’t take another round of broken bones. 

Taehyung wheezes for air, staring at his shaking fingers. They are covered in his blood and the remnants of street. His hot tears drip down on his skin, washing away the dirt in streaks.

He gasps loudly, fighting for his right to breathe, sobbing because it doesn’t stop. No matter what he does, the pain doesn’t stop. And so he screams again. He screams and it doesn’t help. He killed them and it didn’t help. He hurt himself and it didn’t help. Nothing helps. He is hurting and nothing makes it stop.

Yoongi squats down in front of him, taking his hand. There are pieces of asphalt in his skin. Yoongi picks them out wordlessly and Taehyung lets him, crying loudly whilst clutching Yoongi’s hand as the only support he currently has. He sits down on the wet ground, soaking his clothes but why should he care? Why should he care about stupid fucking shit like wet clothes when his best friend is dead? Why should he care about anything? 

“Don’t do it”, Yoongi says, squeezing Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung, who wanted to turn it all off, lifts his head to gawk at Yoongi.

“I know it’s tempting, but don’t do it”, Yoongi says. 

“Why not?” Taehyung’s face contorts in pain, “it hurts so much. I don’t know what to do.”

“I know Tae, I know.”

“I don’t know what to do with it. I love him so much and now that he is gone I don’t know what do to with it. It sits in my chest and hurts me. I don’t want to love him anymore, it hurts so much.”

“I know exactly how you feel, Tae. I’m here for you. Share the pain with me”, Yoongi insists. 

“I can’t do this anymore. My life is a living hell”, Taehyung sobs, dropping his head, “I want to die. Please kill me, hyung. Please.”

“I’m not gonna do that, get that outta your head.”

“Please”, Taehyung sobs, “please I can’t live without him. I can’t do this anymore.”

“I know how you feel, Tae”, Yoongi says, cupping Taehyung’s cheek to tilt his head up, “there are no words to describe how much you are hurting and every single second feels like a century of agony.”

Taehyung sobs because Yoongi speaks what he can’t put into words.

“I know how much it hurts. Fucking hell, it hurts so fucking much. Come here, Tae”, Yoongi says and pulls Taehyung into a hug by the back of his head.

Their chests collide harshly, Taehyung’s face gets pressed into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. 

“I’m here for you. I know how it feels to lose your best friend. The pain is unbearable, I know”, Yoongi says, hugging him tightly, “but please don’t turn it off. Use me to feel better, just don’t turn it off.”

Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist, whimpering a helpless “hyung” before falling back into his sobs and desperate cries.

“I’m here now, Tae. I’m here”, Yoongi whispers and holds him for as long as he needs to.

They don’t know how much time passed. Neither of them care. Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed to cry while Taehyung was just happy to have someone to lean on. To kill Namjoon’s creations knowing it was fruitless because even all the murders he will commit won’t bring Jimin back, broke Taehyung. Even if he finds Namjoon, even if he stares into his eyes and asks him why he killed Jimin, the outcome will be the same. Jimin is dead and Taehyung has to spend eternity without him. The fact became so painfully clear to him now that he was confronted with Namjoon’s creations. They get to live while his best friend had to die. Taehyung hated them so very much that he couldn’t stop. Even long after they were dead he couldn’t stop, wishing for them to die over and over again.

He would have turned it off tonight. If Yoongi wasn’t with him, holding him and understanding his pain, Taehyung would have turned it off. One year and his heart hurts just as much as it did on the day he lost Jimin. Taehyung can’t bear the pain anymore. Yoongi is the only thing keeping him from turning it all off.

Taehyung long stopped crying by now, head resting on Yoongi’s thigh and eyes glued to the lamp post in the distance. Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, staring out into the night. His left hand is propped up on the asphalt, supporting his weight.

The position they find themselves in is peculiar, but Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed it. He was in the same situation than Taehyung long ago. After the human crafted the attack on him and the other Creators, Yoongi hurt unbearably for many years. He killed too many people to count in hopes of lessening the grief, but no amount of killing made the pain go away. So Yoongi understands why Taehyung lost control tonight. Why one single punch broke every ounce of self-control he possessed and why the taste of blood turned him maniac. He understands because he was in his situation as well. Too many times to count.

“Why do you want to help me?” Taehyung whispers.

“Why not?”

“Please answer my question.”

“Because”, Yoongi hesitates, eyes drifting up at the sky. He shifts his legs a little, making Taehyung’s head rise and sink with it.

Six months ago the situation between the two vampires was entirely different. Messed up and soaked with too much distaste. Never hatred, because while they fought a lot, they were still friends in the end. Friends of too many centuries, which perhaps explains why they fought so passionately without fearing that their bond may break. And while Yoongi still possessed distaste for what Taehyung did to you, he doesn’t want to punish him anymore. He can sense when someone needs help and if one of his longest friends was soaked in it, Yoongi can’t bear to stand idle by.  

“Because I went through all my shit without anyone by my side and I don’t want people to feel the way I had to feel during those times”, he says.

“I see”, Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, watching the silent tears run down his face. He wipes them away wordlessly and begins massaging Taehyung’s earlobe. The latter reacts accordingly. His eyes fall closed, some of the tension in his face disappears.

“I regret locking you up”, Yoongi says.

Taehyung lifts his head, holding his breath in shock. Yoongi glances at him.

“You were a victim, not the culprit. I shouldn’t have kept you locked up for so long. I’m sorry.”

“It’s…I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay. It’s better if you don’t. It’s so fucking dumb to talk about.”

“No it’s good. I like talking to you. We haven’t ever done that.”

“That’s not true. We talked. In the prison when I consoled you”, Yoongi glances at him, “and the music nights”, he adds quietly.

“Ah yes, the music nights”, Taehyung says and smiles, “I guess I was wrong. Perhaps we stopped talking then.”

“Mhm, perhaps.”

“Why?”

“Because you piss me off so often.”

“I piss you off?”

“You’re reckless and get off on fucked up shit. It disgusts me that you do. Whenever I think of what you like in the bedroom, I dislike you.”

“Your honesty is harsh and hurts.”

“But it’s honest. I couldn’t give two shits about being honest with people I don’t care for.”

“So you care for me?”

“I don’t know, you punk.”

Taehyung laughs softly, lowering his head back onto Yoongi’s thigh. He runs his hand up and down the inside of it even if Yoongi tenses his muscles because of it. He tenses them, but doesn’t pull away for now. 

“I care for you too, hyung”, Taehyung confesses, “even if we fight a lot, I still care about you.”

“Yeah, we fight a lot, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.”

“It’s ‘cause you piss me off.”

Taehyung chuckles honestly, “you annoy me many times as well, don’t think so highly of yourself.”

Yoongi scoffs, “I guess”, he says, shaking his thigh, “stop touching my thigh like that, you punk.”

Taehyung rolls onto his back, looking up at Yoongi. He caresses his tummy instead, running the back of his hand back and forth and forcing Yoongi to tense his muscles.

“Stop touching my stomach. What did I just tell you?” Yoongi hisses.

“You merely told me to stop touching your thigh, you never said not to touch your stomach”, Taehyung defends himself which earns him Yoongi’s fist against his chin in a tender nudge.

“Punk”, Yoongi murmurs, shifting his eyes back into the night.

Taehyung lets his eyes wander over Yoongi’s features. The last time he talked to the older vampire, they wanted to kill each other and Taehyung tried to hurt Yoongi in the most horrible of ways. He knows that what he did back then was awful.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you back then.”

Yoongi glances at him, but doesn’t react otherwise.

“I was anxious that I will have to spend the rest of my life in prison and I wanted to hurt you because of it. I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons that way”, Taehyung confesses, “I understand now why I shouldn’t have done it. You felt again and were overwhelmed by it. It was unfair of me to attack you.”

Yoongi shifts uncomfortably.

“It’s fine. Time passed, it’s in the past now”, he says quietly.

“I am glad that it is”, Taehyung says, turning his head to nudge Yoongi’s stomach with his nose.

The latter lets him with his widened eyes glued to him.

Taehyung looks up, eyes filled with less pain than they were all those hours ago.

“How long have we known each other now, hyung?” he asks Yoongi.

“I don’t know.”

“Was it the 1530s?”

“No. 1430s.”

“Six hundred years then.”

“I guess. You didn’t believe me when I told you that I was like you. Remember?”

“I didn’t think it possible.”

“Mhm. And once you finally accepted it, we didn’t see each other for most of it, because you didn’t want my help and instead wanted to be free.”

“I was free. I loved being free. It all changed when Namjoon returned to Jimin. He ruined us.”

“Namjoon ruined most of us.”

“So he ruined you too?”

“I guess. He broke my heart.”

“He did?”

“He pushed me away.”

“I see. So you truly understand.”

“I do. Each time I see him, the wounds feel fresh. I understand you.”

“I’m glad you do. I feel so lonely in my grief.”

Yoongi breathes deeply. Taehyung feels the sensation against his cheek. Yoongi shifts his eyes back to the endless night.

“Loneliness and loss are the worst feelings. Especially when you feel them at the same time. I don’t want you to be lonely, Tae”, he says.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut tighter, whimpering painfully. He drapes his arm around Yoongi’s waist, turning his head so his face was buried in it.

“Hyung, I’m so lonely.”

“I know, but don’t be. You have me and you have ___. We are both there for you.”

“I want to turn back time.”

“I know. I want that too.”

“Why can’t I? Why do I have to move on?”

“I don’t know Tae.”

“I don’t want to move on, I want to go back.”

“I know, Tae.”

“How do I do that with my emotions on?”

“By leaning on me.”

“If I truly lean on you with all my grief, you would break under its weight.”

“I can take it, Tae. Hyung’s strong”, Yoongi promises him and begins running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair again.

“I miss him so much.”

“I know.”

“It feels unreal at times. As if I am trapped in an endless nightmare and any moment I will wake and he will be beside me.”

“I get that.”

“And I still see him. I think of what we did together and repeat the phrases he said often. I’m scared that if I don’t repeat them, I will forget them. As long as I do, I can still hear his voice when he says them.”

“I know what you mean.”

“I’m so scared of the day where I will forget how his voice sounded.”

“I don’t think you ever will. If you love someone so deeply, there will always be a part of them that will stay with you.”

Taehyung spills tears, “I miss him so much. Why can’t I turn back time?”

Yoongi places his hand on Taehyung’s head, caressing it soothingly.

“I know, Tae. Life’s fucking cruel.”

“You won’t leave me too, will you?”

“I won’t leave you, Tae.”

“Can you promise me?”

“I promise you.”

And for just a moment, their eyes meet in a true and loving gaze before they both break it again in fear of deepening it too much. Taehyung closes his eyes, softening his hug around Yoongi’s waist. Yoongi begins playing with Taehyung’s earlobe again, sharing in the silence with a relaxed expression on his features.

Taehyung is hurting. He hurts so very much. But at least for this short moment in his endless hell, he doesn’t feel lonely anymore.

You ate dinner at the hotel. Alone because Seokjin wasn’t hungry. You knew that it was because he was heartbroken about not finding Emma, but before you could ask him if he wanted to talk, he locked himself in his room. You didn’t mind eating alone. You are used to being alone and quite enjoyed your time in the restaurant. You liked watching people come and go and really liked the food the hotel served. You tried to check on Seokjin once you returned to your room, but his door was locked and he didn’t answer you. So you let him be alone, returning to your room with great grief for him in your heart.

You have just wanted to start your night routine when someone calls you out the bathroom by knocking on your door. You hurry to it in big steps, opening the door without thinking of asking first because you thought that Seokjin might have come over to talk. However it wasn’t Seokjin you are met with, but Hoseok and Jungkook.

“Oh? Hey guys. I thought you were Seokjin”

“Hey”, Hoseok says.

You run your eyes over their dirty clothes.

“What happened? Why are you covered in vampire blood? Are you okay?” you gasp. 

“It’s nothing, we’re good”, Hoseok obviously lies. 

“You’re the worst liar ever, just saying”, you say, stepping closer, “oh god, are you guys hurt? What happened?”

“No it’s- it’s just”, he sighs in defeat, “we didn’t achieve anything today. We found his followers, but had to kill all of them. That’s why we look like that.”

“Oh, goddamn it that sucks, but I’m sure you’ll get there soon”, you say.

“I guess. But what about you guys? Did you find Emma?”

“No, we didn’t.”

“What? No that sucks”, Hoseok gasps.

“How is Seokjin? Is he okay?” Jungkook asks.

“He’s in his room. He went straight to it once we came back. He didn’t let me talk to him, but I guess we all know what he is doing in there.”

“Noo that suck so much. Poor Seokjin”, Jungkook says and pouts sadly.

“Maybe we could try to talk to him? What do you say, JK?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess we could try?” Jungkook nods his head, “do you want to come with us, ___?”

“I have to decline. I’m so tired, it’s insane. It feels like we walked a hundred kilometres today.”

“Of course. I get that. Sleep tight, ___.”

“You too, Kookie.”

“Sweet dreams”, Hoseok wishes you and you return the wishes.

Then it was already time for them to leave and for you to return to your night routine.

You weren’t lying when you told Hoseok that you were sleepy. You barely manage to shower, let alone brush your teeth because of your body begging you to sleep. With heavy, aching feet, you drag yourself to the bed, lying down with a loud and content sigh. 

“That’s incredible”, you say, closing your eyes, “exactly what my feet needed.”

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You lift your head. 

“What the hell?”

Knock. Knock.

“Why is somebody knocking on my door?”

Yet another round lets you know that whoever wanted to see you, was persistent.

So you force yourself to get up, groaning as you have to walk.

“Who’s there?” you call out. You aren’t reckless enough to open the door blindly again.

“Me”, Yoongi’s low voice sounds from behind the door. 

Well, that is a surprise you hadn’t expected. You can’t say that it isn’t a nice surprise. You were a little worried for him when he wasn’t with Hoseok and Jungkook.

You unlock the door for him immediately, “hey there, you’re back.”

He nods his head, “I am”, he answers you dryly.

He was already showered, now wearing what you assume to be his sleeping clothes.

“I heard what happened.”

“I didn’t expect anything else”, he says, voice still terribly dry.

“I know, it sucks so much”, you say, reaching out to caress his arm. And unlike this morning, he doesn’t dodge you, accepting the touch gladly, “how is Tae?”

“I helped him fall asleep. He’ll be alright for now.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear”, you say, “and you? How are you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“That sucks. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“Gosh, Yoongi. I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Don’t ask me that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“I see. Fine, then don’t talk.”

Yoongi looks to the side, shuffling from left to right awkwardly.

“Well. Do you want to come inside?” you offer, getting out of the doorframe. 

“Yeah”, he whispers, nodding his head almost shyly.

“Then come on in”, you say, giving him a sweet smile. One he retorts with great struggle for he still seemed plagued by too much annoyance to feel like smiling. He follows you kind of awkwardly, watching you climb into bed while he just stands there and fumbles with his own thumbs. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” you ask him.

“No? But you didn’t tell me to join, did you?” he is almost snappish in his answer.

“Calm down, I’m on your side. No need to be so sharp with me”, you say, opening the blanket for him. 

He flusters greatly in both embarrassment from being called out for his bad mood and from the coyness of being offered warmth under a blanket. 

“Sorry”, he mumbles into himself, lowering his head in shame. 

“Just get in here, you old grumps”, you dismiss him. 

Yoongi crawls onto the bed and under the blanket, studying your features with fearful yet oh so longing eyes.

You reach out, tugging a strand of his soft hair behind his ear. His eyelids become droopy instantly, the deep crease between his brows becomes softer.

“What’s going on with you?” you whisper, dancing your fingertips down his temples until you can cup his cheek. 

“Nothing”, he barely gets out.

“Just a bad day, am I right?” 

He nods his head. 

“That sucks, but you’re not alone anymore. Come here”, you say, shimmying closer until you can bury his face in your chest. 

Yoongi freezes up in surprise, lying in your arm as stiff as a wooden board.

You begin playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck, forcing an almost shuddering breath to slip past his lips. He finally closes his arm around you, squeezing you against him.

“You’re warm. I like that”, he whispers into your chest.

You kiss the crown of his head as an answer, inhaling the scent of his shampoo deeply. Mint and apple.

“I’m sorry for being such a grumps”, he says. 

“It’s okay, I get it. It’s frustrating that we can’t find him.”

“Mhm.”

“It’s not your fault though.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do.”

He sighs, resting his palm between your shoulder blades so he can hold you oh so much closer. 

“Thank you”, he whispers, growing oh so soft in your embrace, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too”, you says and kiss his hair, “sweet dreams, Yoongi Boongie.”

“You too”, he says, basking in your serenity. He longed for you all day. He is so happy now that he can finally be with you.

[mjbunnyluv]

Snow Day

#bkdk kidfic; fluff; slight hurt/comfort: Little Izuku and litt Katsuki play at the park after the first winter snowfall. When big kids ruin their fun, Katsuki steps up to play the hero.

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“Kacchan! Kacchan! Kacchan!” Izuku squealed, wrenching his mitten clad hand from his mother’s grasp to run toward the little blonde boy all bundled up on the playground.

“Izuku, Honey, don’t run, there’s ice!” Inko shouted after, her voice warbling with worry.

“Eh, they’re kids. Let ‘em have fun,” Mitsuki waved her off. “Oi, Brat! Izuku’s here, play nice!”

Katsuki glared at his mother from atop the slide, only scarlet eyes visible between the heavy navy scarf and the hood of his orange snow suit. He grunted and threw himself down the slide, screeching as a bundle of green and white blocked the end.

“Move, Deku!” Katsuki shouted, voice muffled by the knit scarf pressed against his lips. But it was too late, the slide slicked with snow increasing his speed as he reached the bottom, colliding with the other boy and sending them toppling into the frost covered wood chips.

“Ow, Kacchan!” Izuku whined. Emerald eyes stared up at the gray skies, little flurries fluttering down from the clouds to tickle his cheeks and nose with chilly kisses. A bundle of orange and blue crossed his vision as Katsuki pushed himself up, grunting with the effort it took to bend the right way in his puffy gear.

“I told you to move, idiot!” The blonde snapped. “Who stands at the bottom of the slide anyway?”

“Sorry,” Izuku sighed, whining as he rolled over onto his knees and pushed himself to his feet. “I was excited to see you! It feels like it’s been forever!”

“Tch, we just played two days ago.”

“Yeah, forever ago!” the little green boy exclaimed, lifting his arms to exaggerate his point. “Do you want to play heroes?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kacchan nodded. “But I call dibs on All Might!”

“Aww, but you always get to be All Might!” 

“Yeah, well, you don’t have a quirk, so why should you get to be All Might? He’s the coolest, not some quirkless loser like you,” The blonde shoved him, forcing Izuku to land on his butt. It didn’t hurt, not with all the layers his mother dressed him in, but the words…the words hurt. 

“Don’t be mean, Kacchan,” he sniffled, the image of the fierce boy dressed in orange becoming a distorted image through his gathering tears. “I want a quirk, too.”

“Tch, crybaby,” Katsuki huffed, before stilling, eyes going wide at Mitsuki’s approach.

“Bakugou Katsuki!” she hissed, grabbing his arm and roughly pulling him off the playground. “That’s a time out.”

“Ah, I didn’t do anything! Let go, you old hag!” the boy growled, trying and failing to force her iron grip from his jacket.

Izuku sniffled and wiped his nose with his mitten, a streak of snot dragging across it. He grimaced just before his mother knelt down and held a tissue to his nose.

“That’s better,” she smiled. “Let’s dry these tears, too.”

“Mama, why don’t I have a quirk?” he asked, turning his big green eyes on her.

“We’ve talked about this, Sweetie,” she smiled sadly. “Some people just don’t develop quirks. But you’re still my special boy.”

“But being special doesn’t make me a hero,” Izuku pouted. “I want a cool quirk like Kacchan.”

“I know, Honey. I’m sorry,” his mother patted his head. “How about you play with Mama for a little bit? Looks like Katsuki is busy right now.”

Izuku spotted Katsuki sitting on the bench, arms crossed over his chest while Auntie Mitsuki berated him. “Okay Mama,” he nodded, letting her help him up again. “Can you push me on the swings? I wanna go high, up up up!”

“Okay, Mighty Man, let’s help you fly,” his mother laughed.

Izuku squealed and giggled with every push that sent him higher and higher. He swore he could see their apartment from here! The cold wind whipped at his cheeks, but the sting was numbed to the exhilarating feel of flying.

“Higher, Mama!” 

As he came back down from another weightless climb, Kacchan and Auntie Mitsuki were coming over to join them. The little boy, despite only his eyes being visible, looked embarrassed. And when the swing came to a stop, Auntie Mitsuki gave him a little push in Izuku’s direction.

“Go on, Brat,” she ordered. “Tell him.”

“Sorry, Deku,” Kacchan said barely above a whisper. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

Izuku hopped off the swing and ran to his friend, flinging his arms around the orange clad boy’s neck and squeezing. “I forgive you, Kacchan.” There was a small pat against his back as Katsuki hugged back.

“Wanna build a snow fort?” the blonde asked as they pulled away.

“Yeah!” Izuku beamed, nodding furiously, and next thing he knew, Kacchan was dragging him off the playground and into the surrounding field covered in snow.

“It’s gonna be the best tower ever!” Kacchan exclaimed. “No old ladies allowed!” He pointed accusingly at his mother.

“Watch your mouth, Brat!” Mitsuki warned as she led a snickering Inko back toward the bench.

The boys got to work pressing snow into a thick wall. It was a bit lopsided, but after some hard work, it really came together. Some bigger kids came to the playground, and Izuku stuck closer to Katsuki as they kept eyeing their fort. As they kept working on The Best Tower Ever™ Izuku made a little snowman, complete with hollowed eyes and All Might’s bunny ears.

“Look Kacchan! It’s Snow Might,” he giggled, but gasped just as one of the older kids came by and stomped on his snowman. “Heeey! You crushed All Might!”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna crush you next, Dork,” the boy laughed, shoving a fistful of snow in Izuku’s face.

“Leave him alone!” Katsuki growled, rushing to put himself between the green boy and the big kid. 

“What are you gonna do about it, pipsqueak?” The kid said with a smug smile. 

“Yeeaah,” his friends backed him up, all with similar expressions of arrogance. 

Izuku shivered as the melting snow dripped down his neck, wetting the clothes under his snowsuit. “Kacchan, don’t. They’re too big!”

“Tch, they’re just a bunch of big babies,” the blonde clicked his tongue. 

“Who you calling a baby, runt?!” The big kid growled and shoved Katsuki hard, making him gasp and tumble over Izuku who was sitting on the ground. 

“No pushing!” the little green boy yelled. “That’s not nice. Kacchan, are you okay?”

But when he turned around, the little blonde boy had ripped off his navy scarf, as well as his mittens. That feral grin Izuku had come to recognize has Kacchan’s hero face graced his features while his palms sparked with little pops or bright explosions.

“Oooh, somebody thinks he’s a tough guy!” The big kid teased, earning a round of laughter from his goons. 

“Tougher than you!” Katsuki growled, resuming his place between Izuku and the bully. “It’s okay now, Deku because I am here!”

The big kids sputtered a few laughs, finding the blonde’s All Might impression stupid and silly. But the joke was on them as Kacchan used his quirk to explode the snow between them. A cloud of white expanded, blocking out the bully’s vision and with a war cry, Katsuki dove at the boy and knocked him into the cold ground.

“I’ve got you now, Villain!” Kacchan yelled, gripping the front of the boy’s coat and shoving him further into the snow. 

“Hey you little jerk!” One of the other kids pushed Katsuki and Izuku gasped as he watched his friend hit his head against the wood that bordered the playground. Kacchan let out a pained cry and the little green boy let out a growl, launching himself at the boy who pushed Kacchan. With mitten clad hands, Izuku slapped and hit, screaming loudly.

“Stop it! Hey, knock it off!”

“You hurt Kacchan! You’re mean! Just a big bully! I hate you, I hate you!” The freckled boy screeched as he continued his assault.

“Izuku!” Inko snapped, appearing suddenly. “What are you doing?!”

Izuku stopped immediately, turning around to face his mother. Kacchan was holding his face, a little bit of blood coloring his eyebrow while tears left wet trails down his cheeks. And then the freckled boy was wailing.

“Those big kids were mean to us!” Izuku cried, running to his mother and shoving his face into her stomach. “They crushed my All Might snowman and pushed Kacchan.”

Mitsuki wasn’t far behind, eyes wide as she took in her son’s bleeding face. The glare she sent in the direction of the bullies had them stiffening up, blabbering about how they didn’t do anything.

“Mommy,” Kacchan whined, lip wobbling harshly.

“Let me see, Bud,” Mitsuki sighed before crouching in front of her son. She tossed a look and a little nod over her shoulder at her friend.

“Where are your parents?” Inko demanded, green eyes fierce as she patted Izuku’s back until he was only shaking with sniffles. The bullies all snapped their mouths shut, staring wide-eyed at the woman before them. “I said,” she reiterated through grit teeth. “Where are your parents?”

One of the goons pointed to the other side of the park, arm shaking and looking to be on the verge of tears. Izuku was guided toward the Bakugous, tears beginning to freeze on his lashes and nose still sniffling.

“You stay with Auntie Mitsuki,” his mother told him. “I am going to have a talk with these boys.” She approached the kids, who cowered under her fierce gaze. “Let’s go. Start walking.”

Izuku watched them retreat until the sound of snow crunching under their boots was lost to the wind. He crouched beside Auntie Mitsuki who was pressing a handful of snow against the cut on Kacchan’s brow to clean it.

“It’s cold!” the blonde boy whined

“Quit complaining. Here, press this against the cut. We’ll put a bandaid on it when we get home,” she told Katsuki, who followed her orders and pressed the tissue against his face.

“A super cool All Might bandaid?” Kacchan asked hopefully.

Mitsuki huffed a breath that sounded like a laugh and ruffled his hair, “Of course, my little hero maniac.” 

“Are you okay, Kacchan?” Izuku whimpered.

“It’s just a little cut,” the blonde shrugged like he hadn’t just gotten a near concussion.

Mitsuki smirked at the brave face her son was putting on, rolling her eyes. “Typical,” she shorted, whispering under her breath. “Come on boys. Up, up, up.”

“Where are we going?” Izuku asked, taking her hand while Kacchan took the other.

“Back to our house for some hot cocoa. How does that sound?” Mitsuki smiled.

“I like hot cocoa,” the freckled boy grinned.

“Can I have extra marshmallows?” Katsuki asked. 

“Sure sure, whatever you want,” she laughed. “But first, I think I need to save those boys from your mom, Izuku. I’ll be right back.” The blonde woman darted across the playground toward Inko who was laying into the boys and their parents, all of which looked terrified of the tiny woman’s wrath.

“Thanks for protecting me, Kacchan,” Izuku smiled. “Your quirk is so cool. And you fought those bullies just like All Might fights bad guys.”

Katsuki sniffed and shrugged. “It’s whatever. All Might wouldn’t have just let them get away with doing mean stuff. If I’m gonna be the next number one hero I gotta be just like him.”

The freckled boy nodded in agreement before stretching up on his tiptoes to plant a kiss against Kacchan’s wind chilled cheek. “You’re my hero, Kacchan.”

Izuku giggled as Katsuki’s ears turned bright red, and it wasn’t from the cold. His mitten clad hand was gripped tightly in the blonde boy’s hold as they walked toward their approaching mothers. 

“I’m gonna be the best hero, so I’ll always protect you, Deku.” Katsuki grumbled, refusing to look his way. 

Emerald eyes sparkled up at him with admiration and a beaming smile brighter than sunlit snow stretched across Izuku’s face. “Thanks, Kacchan.”

[m-jelly]

Levi x crush reader at a theme park, like the whole gangs there and the reader hasn’t gone to a theme park in years and she’s like running around and going on all the rides and will drag Sasha to go get any food she deems interesting and Levi’s like where tf is she and she is like walking back to the group with a freaking funnel cake down her throat and she gets face paint and convinces Levi to get some cutesy facepaint to match then he finally stops her from running off on all the rides and forces her to hold his hand which makes him really flustered and ends up holding her hand the rest of the day

Sure, I will adjust it a bit because Sasha is a lot younger than Levi and I prefer a reader to be closer to Levi's age.

@kenkopanda-art <3

It's not the rides making my heart race.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, cute, being in love.

Concept: Levi asks you to help him look after Mikasa and her friends as they go to a theme park. You go along with him and have fun. Levi tries to take this as a chance to romance you, but Sasha keeps dragging you away to do things. Eventually, Levi takes action to keep you right next to him.

I also had to look up funnel cake as we don't have them in the UK.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @nbinairyn @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

Levi gazed longingly at you as you talked to the excited teens about the trip. He followed you and the kids around the park and thought of ways to get you alone. He reached for you, but Mikasa and Sasha pulled you away from Levi.

You laughed at the girls and shifted through the line for a ride until you ended up bumping into Levi. You smiled at him. "Looks like we'll be sitting together."

Levi smiled a little. "Great." He slipped over to his seat. He turned to see Eren sitting next to him. "Eren!?"

You sighed. "Eren?"

Eren smiled at you. "Sasha said you were going to sit next to her."

You huffed. "All right, well maybe the next one Levi."

Levi growled as he sat in his seat. He didn't enjoy it, or the next one. Each ride he didn't get a chance to sit with you. He was getting more and more annoyed by the minute. He went to speak with you when it came to lunch, but Sasha dragged you off somewhere.

Levi leaned against a wall and huffed in annoyance. He looked up when you came back eating a funnel cake with Sasha. He frowned when he noticed some face paint on your cheek and temple.

He called your name and waved you over. "What is all this?"

"Sasha kind of got overly excited."

He pouted a little. "Right."

You smiled at his cute pout. "Want to go somewhere with me? I'm sure Mikasa will look after them."

Levi grabbed your hand. "Mikasa? Look after everyone. We're going off somewhere, don't follow." He dragged you along to the face-painting area. "I want exactly what she has. I want to match her."

You hummed a gentle laugh as Levi got paint on his face matching you. "You feel better?"

"Tch, yeah."

You held his hand again and walked with him. "You know, if you wanted to spend a day with me you didn't need to make the kids an excuse."

Levi's cheeks burned. "Tch, damn brat."

You smiled a little. "So?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I uh...I want to make it a date."

You jumped to your feet and held Levi's hand. "Come on then."

"No more sitting with others. Only sit with me on the rides."

"Yes, Levi."

He pulled you along and up to the waiting kids. "Tch, let's go to the next ride."

Sasha jumped up and down. "I'll ride with-."

"No." Levi tugged you close. "Only she sits with me."

Connie snorted a laugh. "Why? She your girlfriend?"

You smiled at Levi. "You're right. I am."

Levi's cheeks burned. "Yeah, She's my girlfriend. Now, let's finish our day."

[stephaniebrownslover]

Creepypasta x Reader Flufftober 2023!!!

Day 1;

Given topic: "I've got you"

Characters: Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Kate The Chaser, Rouge, X-Virus

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As always, another proxy meeting that was considered extremely boring even for your master Slenderman had finally come to an end. Slender Man ended his speech by giving you permission to rest after completing the task he gave you today.

In fact, this was a very rare occurrence, because your Master did not allow his proxies easily, regardless of the reason. Apparently, one of his proxies had achieved a great victory, so he must have been in a good mood. Or, one could say, he felt less cruel than usual.

You realized that the Master had left the room when the threatening atmosphere that had spread during his presence slowly faded away.

You pushed your chair back to get up from the table, while lightly glancing at what the other proxies were doing. Kate was stretching with her arms raised in the air before getting up from the table. Brian, sitting right next to her, was already standing up and waiting for a sign that the Master was fully gone before leaving the meeting room. Tim was sitting by the window and puffing on his cigarette before going on duty. And Heather was babysitting Cody and Toby, who were arguing with each other for an extremely absurd reason, as usual.

It could easily be said that it was a typical Monday.

Instead of all the proxies, mostly the proxies who took on the last follow-up task attended today's meeting. That's why the number of participants was nothing compared to normal.

"Ahem."

By clearing your throat, you broke the silence that was not tense but not comforting either.

The people in the room were your favorite people in the whole house, since they were the ones you talked to the most. Sure, there were times when you hung out with them individually, but you couldn't remember ever doing anything with all of them. Changing this depended on the words coming out of his mouth now.

"Can you look for a second?"

Looking at you were Rouge, Kate, and Hoodie; the ones who didn't look were X-Virus, Masky and Toby.

You had to get their attention somehow or it wouldn't be successful.

"Uh, hey, look here!"

As the other three looked up, Masky puffed on his cigarette and turned to you sarcastically.

"And why the hell are we listenin' you?"

Rouge intervened and supported you in speaking. She must have been curious about what you had to say.

"Shut up Timothy, let (Name) talk."

"Tch. What they'll say better be interesting or I'll feed them to dogs."

"B-bullshit. Y-you're s-scared of dog-s."

Tim, who started to get angry after Toby's intervention, seemed to be having difficulty controlling himself.

He might be the one with the most serious anger issues out of all of you, but that's exactly why it was so fun to annoy him. Toby especially loved getting on her nerves.

"Why don't we try and see, dickface?"

Hoodie couldn't take this nonsense anymore and got angry, seemingly giving up on leaving the room.

"Enough! Please, please don't act like a crybaby for just two minutes!"

"If we're babies, what are you, Hoot-Hoot?" Cody's intervention certainly didn't make things any better.

"Come here you fuckin' brat!"

As Brian made a move in Cody's direction, Cody dramatically put his hand to his forehead; He faked being scared in a very poor quality.

"Oh no, I"m so scared, I'm going to piss myself!"

"Calm down!"

"Brian, calm down. It's not worth it."

Your conversation, which you were not allowed to have, was interrupted again by Kate's intervention.

"Aww how cute. Big bad boy get saved by his little cute girlfriend."

Brian shouted angrily. Everyone in the room understood that he was having a hard time holding himself back.

"For the last time, we are not datin'!"

"Be-because y-you're married."

When Toby said something, Brian exploded and headed towards that side of the room.

"You... Come here you little bastard!"

"So where is your child? I hear your voice every goddamn day."

"Asshole! How dare you make me look like a slut!"

Hearing this, Brian changed direction while running and went to Cody, who was trying to run towards the door of the room. You could predict what was going to happen and unfortunately it wasn't pleasant things.

You took advantage of this opportunity and walked up to Masky, before he had a chance to understand what you were doing, you took his cigarette from his hand and threw it out the window. Then you punched him.

"If you want a fight, just say so, fuckass !"

And while the two of you were having a pretty intense argument, you were also trying to eavesdrop on the other three's conversations.

"Oh my god! Is this true, Kate?"

"No, no. You've got to be kidding. You can't possibly think I'm keeping secrets from you because of these little brats, Rouge."

"You're right. Toby' apologize to your sister Kate."

"What!?"

"W-what!?"

You laughed for a brief moment when the two of them gave similar reactions at the same time.

This caused you to get punched hard in the stomach, causing you to lose your breath a bit. But since you were a proxy and you were used to such things, you quickly recovered and attacked him again.

"I'm just kiddin'. You look like two small potatoes when you're surprised."

"Rouge!"

"I-I-hate you."

"But you're my little potatoes."

It was quite a funny sight as Heather gave Kate and Toby a big hug and they both tried to break free from her steel grip.

It's the kind of image that will distract you and get you punched.

"Leave me!"

"Ew, R-Rouge!"

Heather asked an absurd question with a very serious attitude as she loosen her arms and let them go.

"Do you want to watch (Name) and Tim fight or Brian and Cody fight?"

Kate shrugged.

"Well, Brian and Cody argue all the time. I'm putting my money on Tim."

"I-I am be-betting all the mo-ney in the wal-llet I st-ole from you to (Name)."

When Kate reached into her pocket in surprise, you kicked Tim, trying to knock him off balance.

It didn't work because the bastard was still standing, looking even angrier as if that was possible.

"When did you steal my wallet!?"

"T-tricked you. Heh."

"Calm down, kids! I brought popcorn with me, but we have to wait until the next meeting for the bets."

While you were looking at them out of the corner of your eye, Heather suddenly took out her backpack and grabbed a bag of popcorn. Using her sharp nails, she tore open the full package and sank her nails into it, causing a few corns to sink into her claws. She then put her claws to her mouth and ate the corn there. In short, she used her hands like a fork.

"Let's see if I can invite the murderers in the forest to bet. More money is much better.”

"That's my girl."

You smiled slightly when you heard this, it sure felt great to earn Heather's compliments. More importantly, when Heather said something, she really meant it.

"Do-doesn't your hus-band b-bring enough mo-money to your ho-me?"

"Shut up!"

While you avoided the punch Tim threw at you, you shouted towards where Heather, Kate and Toby were still chatting and eating popcorn.

"How about you stop making money off from us and give a helping hand?"

"Yuuh! I'm t-taking back my mo-money!"

While shouting like a fanatic fan, Toby threw a handful of corn he was holding in his hand towards the place where you were fighting. Since you retreated at the last moment and used Tim as a shield, all of the corn hit Tim.

It definitely wouldn't be fun to wash the oil and salt out of his hair.

"Did you just throw popcorn at me, you fuckin' rat?"

Just as you were being thrown backwards, you looked gratefully at Heather, who grabbed your arms and pulled you to your feet.

"Hey, hey. I've got you."

You didn't hesitate to thank her as you left her arms.

"Thanks, Heatie."

Calling people names was a pretty bad habit you picked up from Cody.

Heather crossed her arms and spoke in a slightly reproachful tone.

"If you want to say thank you, go and break Tim's nose."

"Okay."

You screamed with all your might as you ran and jumped on Tim.

"This is for Rouge!"

[cakepopalice]

Movie Star Levi x Fan Female Reader

I made this one on Wattpad. Like last time I just acknowledgment for being the one to make this. Enjoy!!

This is in modern day AU

(O/B/N) = Older brothers name

(Y/B/N) = Younger brothers name

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Levi pov

“ Tch how many times do we have to retake this stupid scene?” I asked the fuckin director. It was five in the afternoon and at this time I would talk to a girl that I took a firm liking to. “ We're going to stop right here Levi since something is missing.” The director said I did my signature ‘tch’ then walked away to my trailer and I hoped that she was still online. I turned on my computer and logged in to the website and waited for her. It didn’t take long for her to respond.

Why were you late Levi? Did something happen? Tch the stupid director kept making me redo a stupid scene with a stupid girl. Oh….. What’s wrong? It’s nothing I’m just about to leave to go to California to visit family. Tch is that all brat?

 I know that was not the only thing because the director decided to put on a meet and greet for the fans of the shity movie series that will be coming out soon.

Okay I’m also going to the meet and greet. Tch well can I get a pic of you so I know what you look like so I can find you brat.

Levi I already told you. I’m uncomfortable with the way I look.

I rolled my eyes and I was going to tell her what I say all the time to her but then my stupid agent came in and told me to come back. So I told her bye and that I hope to see her. I have been talking to that brat for three years now and I started to have feelings for the brat. `I hope I can see her soon` I thought as I went back to do the stupid scene again.

(Y/N) pov

I can believe it!!!! Not only do I get to see my family after being in college for 6 years and 2 more years with my job I get to see Levi!! I’ve had a crush on him for a long time but every girl would. I met Levi when I was looking for someone to talk to online and saw his profile and started to talk to him. At first I didn’t think that he was Levi the actor until I saw his pictures. We talked a lot but since we live in different places we had to make a schedule. Once I had all my stuff in my car I locked the door and got in the car and started to drive the five hours to California.

~5 hours later~

Finally I’m here in California even though it was what like 6:15 pm it felt like it was eight o’clock at night. I stopped in front of a giant mansion and before I even got out my older brother (O/B/N) opened the door for me exhausted. “ Hey little sis *pant* how was *pant* your ride here?” (O/B/N) asked me and panted like he ran a marathon but I knew it was (Y/B/N) doing. “ It was long but I’m happy I could make it home.” I said to him with a smile. “ You also came back to go to the meet and greet right?” (Y/B/N) asked as behind (O/B/N) causing him to jump and I was glad I was still in the car or he would cling on me to death. “ Stop blocking your sister from coming out of the car and go eat.” I heard my father say with a light chuckle. I got out and went inside and enjoyed the rest of the day with my family and unpacking my car. I can’t wait till the meet and greet!!!!!

(Meet and Greet day)

Levi pov

“Tch how long do we have to be here? I have better things to do.” I said to the director with hate. I just want to go and message (Y/N) and tell her about my shitty day. “ Sorry Levi but it will be two more hours then you can go.” the director said to me. I ‘tch’ then looked into the crowd with my blank expression then all of a sudden my phone buzzed and when I took it out I saw (Y/N) had sent me an image of something so I opened it and saw her picture with two males which I know were her brothers. I looked up from my phone and scanned the crowd for her and when I didn’t see her in the crowd I went to find her. Well until that stupid director told me to stay put because it has only been 35 minutes. Now I am pissed that I can't go and find that brat and ask her to be my girlfriend. I don’t know how long I stood there until I saw a (H/C) in the crowd. I couldn’t wait any longer so I left to go talk to her and I could hear that director yelling at me to come back but I ignored him. Everyone cleared a path for me since they know I hate when people crowded me and you can ask the six fans that crowded me. As I got closer her brothers told her to look behind her and when she did she blushed a little, casting her eyes down to the ground. Once I was right in front of her I tilted her chin up and kissed her. There was a ton of gasps and a few snickering but I didn’t care at all. When we pulled away she was a blushing mess which was cute. “ Hey (Y/N) want to be my girl?” I asked her in a monotone voice I use so much. She blushed and said ‘yes’ in a kind of whisper voice. My smirk grew wider then I pulled her into another kiss.

Soooooo Since this was on Wattpad first I'll write what I put at the bottom and if you like the little name I call the people on Wattpad then I'll start using it here as well. Oh by the way Denis is a fake boyfriend in my other Awful story.

Hey my little cakes!!!! I’m so sorry for not posting anything but school in a pain in the butt!!! I hope you guys like this one my little Cakes!!!!! Bye!!!!

Me: Thanks Levi for bringing my boyfriend here * still hugging Denis*

Levi: Tch whatever brat and nice story *walks away*

Denis: Well then I guess.

Me: That’s Levi for you *kisses Denis’s cheek* Denis: Thanks babe *kisses cheek and smiles goofy*

[botheringlevi]

I asked my friend for a question and with an admirable determination to punish me she requested:

Team Edward or Team Jacob?

I'll throw in my own- what's something about yourself that you genuinely like? Not something you do, especially for others.

I didn't think I'd run into you today. Not that I'm avoiding you... I've been trying to spend more time outside as the weather has been giving us a break. The holidays were... Well, they were fine. I do keep catch myself daydreaming of spring.

Ah, I was wondering if you'd want to take the time to talk when you're free. About our excursion, and... [pause, a blush creeping up my neck] About what happened. That's all. [an awkward escape]

[Admin, I kept posting these anonymously by mistake. We'll say it's because I was being cool and mysterious. I hope these aren't too frequent, they've been a nice little escape. I'm the lizard owner lol]

[Previous ask]

*Stares* I hate that piece of shit series. All it is, is shitty mormon propaganda and a garbage example of shitty toxic relationships for brats who won't know any better. Mostly girls. If it didn’t exist, the world would be a better place.

If you can't live without your significant other... *Disgusted* ...you don't have a relationship. You're in prison, and you don't even know it.

How the hell do you explain away being kissed without consent as a way to "convince" someone to reconsider dating you. All that scene was, was garbage drama. There are about a million other ways to have done it while making it less of an assault on my eyes. Much less—a group of age-old vampires just happen to go to the local high school as a hobby? Fucking creepy. *Crosses arms* To say nothing of the actual romance. You know who should have gotten their own story? Rosalie. At least she was remotely interesting.

Tch, and I hate the whole melodramatic mopey schtick. I get that the girl is pretty much a blank slate, but that doesn't work even in *Curls lip* fanfiction, and it doesn't work in a blockbuster film. In the books, she had more character, and that still isn't saying much.

Edward is a mopey pathetic idiot. To "protect her", he leaves this girl who clearly has codependency issues, just like him. Here's an idea: as someone who's over a hundred years old, don't fool around with a teenager. It's just as possible that that would've ended in her death somehow, anyway.

*Glares* Besides the dozen glaring plot holes I could name off the top of my head, he was scared of fucking her because it would break her, right? Who cares about that when he’s supposed to be cold? No blood flow, either... *Scoffs* Nevermind…

Compared to that guy, at least Bella and Jacob's relationship had an organic start and progression. *Firmly* The sexual assault scene did him no favors, and neither did staking claim on her unborn brat, but even he had more redeeming qualities than the other guy.

So which one would I choose? *Presses lips* Alice.

*Huffs…*

...

*Furrows brow* ...

…My fighting ability.

…Yeah. Suddenly the weather's turned a lot nicer lately. It snowed the other day, but I didn't freeze my ass off outside. We're still on leave, but the weather held so that most of my squad could go out riding. Jean still has his mom.

*Grunts* You're waiting for spring. I'm the same way.

*Jaw works, looks away* Don't be stupid. I'm free to talk to you no matter what. But if that's what you want, we'll have that conversation later.

[galaxy12sblog]

Maniac...

On a normal, chaotic day, Bot and some of the kids went to the store to buy something, while Zach stays at home with the rest.

Lavender: *playing around with Rose* *giggles* you always copy me!

Rose: *giggles* ^w^

As Lavender and Rose were playing, a gang of 3 girls, looking fancy and popular, came and laugh at Lavender.

Lavender: !! *Stops playing*...

Trisha: pfft-! What kind of game are you playing~? Loser?? *Laughs a bit*

Lavender:...*frowns a bit*...w-what do you want..Trisha..?

Hush: Where's your sister~? Oh! I Know~ she left you cause you're just a poor little blind fre-

A ball hit Hush's face, marking her cheek..red.

Trisha: *gasp* !!😧 Who in the sparkle!? Did that!?

Crystal: ME!!! *Bounce the ball* You got a problem with that?

Trisha: Well ye-

Crystal: Listen here, pretty dolls, I'm not in a mood to beat the...*looks at Rose*....

Rose:..*processing*....!!! Oh! Wight! *Wears headphone, plays music*

Crystal:..*looks at the gang again* I'm not in a mood to beat the sh*t out of ya, cause I just had a very, VERY uncomplicated issues here. So help me, in one thing, Get the f*ck out!

The gang was shocked

Hush: How dare you swear at us!? YOU'RE LITERALLY 7 YEARS OLD!!!

Trisha: yeah! Aren't you supposed to just play with Dolls?

Crystal: Aren't you supposed to take those fake eyelashes off?

The siblings: !!!

Lavender: 😧..

Trisha: !!!

Hush: Well..At least we have a better life~

Crystal: at least I have a Dad~!

Hush: !!!

Crystal: Didn't your Dad abandoned you? Must I repeat? Don't say anything cause I just woke up with violence today.

Risk: I'm always wondering if your dad is disappointed in you, for being a disgrace!!

Crystal: B*tch, your name is Risk for a reason, where ever you're going, you're risking our nature, you're ruining all the happiness in life! AND you are the reason why you're parents divorced.

Everyone's jaw dropped, until Mystical came out.. looking at the girls.

Crystal: So if you want me to shut my mouth before I reveal another info, Y'all 3 b*tches, should turn around...walk away with your little fake dresses and makeovers... and Bye, bye. got that?

The gang were about to throw hands, but they looked at Mystical

Risk: *gasp* Mystical! There you are!

Mystical:...*folds a fist*...

Trisha: Aren't you happy to see us? Your friends~?

Mystical: Friends? Huh .... that's funny.. you must've mistaken.... there's a error somewhere....

Trisha: uh, no. And.. are you feeling alr-

Mystical knocked out Trisha's head, with Alastor's laptop.. Crystal and the rest were shocked.. especially Lavender..

Mystical:...*grins*.....*looks at the laptop*...oh.. there is blood?

Risk: ARE YOU NUTS!?! MYSTICAL!?! YOU LITERALLY KNOCKED OUT MY FRIEND!!!

Mystical: *grabs Risk's arm and twist it without letting go* I'm going to break every single bone of your damn body... cause YOU ARE THE REASON WHY!!! I'VE BEEN SUCH A HEARTLESS, SPOILED BRAT!!!! CAUSE YOU DAMN B*TCHES RUINED MY LIFE!!! YOU FORCED ME!!! I THINK THE WORD "FRIENDS" ....IS FAKE!!!! 💢

Mystical twisted the arms harder and hear Risk's arm bones cracking!! In pain.

Risk: *screams* Help!! She's going crazy!!!

Crystal: Mystical!! Let go-

Mystical grabbed Risk's head and bang her head against the wall multiple times until Risk's head bleeds..

Mystical: 💢...*drops Risk*...

Risk:...*bleeding*.....

Crystal: *gasp* !!!

Bot came back, looking shocked at his daughter's behavior.. and the whole family..

Jade: Myst... are you..ok-

Hush: She's a monster!!

Mystical:..*death stares at Hush*....a monster..?....*laughs*...oh I'll show you a monster!

Bot immediately hold Mystical back, trying to get her in control

Hush swims away, as fast as she could, Mystical swam in full speed, tackle her down, strangling Hush

Mystical: I almost got killed by Charlie, because of me, being a brat!! Like you!! My friend, princess Trollna skyblue, won't forgive me for saying things to my own sister!!! Because you caused me this!!!

Hush pushes Mystical away, breathing for air.. catching a breath

Mystical:..*punches Hush*....*grabs Hush and ties her up*... you want to see a monster~..? *Holding a driller*

Hush: *screams* !!! No, no! Please!! Have merc-

Mystical drills her eyes off, Crystal and the siblings saw Mystical and hold her back.

Mystical: *grins*.... it's too late...

The drill is covered in blood and a eyeball ....Hush..has no eyes..

Mystical: Now you'll know how it feels to be BLIND!!!!...... remember to think twice before judging people... especially my sister...do you understand?

Hush: *shaking in fear* y-yes m-my-mystical-!

Mystical:.. good....*swim away*...

The whole neighborhood were shocked and scared of Mystical...Bot and Zach were even shocked at Mystical unusual behavior...

The end..

Crystal belongs to @dumbassnamedivan