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filmbyjy · 10 months

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COLLIE DUTY

PAIRING > sim jaeyun x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

GENRE > ceo! au + secretary! au / angst, fluff. kinda suggestive bc i make a lot of sexual jokes...

FEATURING > taki from &team, ningning from aespa, gaeul from ive, san & hongjoong from ateez and felix & hyunjin from stray kids. (4th gen it let's get it🤪)

SCHEDULE > updated whenever i can bc my schedule do be messed up :'D

TAGLIST > closed

START: 2 July 2023 | END: 16 Jan 2024

PROFILES: SIM(p) Corp | SHINE STARS

ONE: giving no bitches vibe

TWO: demanding and dominant

THREE: hey man, yolo you know?

FOUR: she’s a cute one [written + pictures]

FIVE: so…who pays for child support?

—if the read more messes up then i'm raging—

SIX: tamama bread as compensation

SEVEN: he hissed at me once

EIGHT: CELEBRATION🎉🎉

NINE: so…got bitches?

TEN: should i 🤔 cry?

ELEVEN: uh oh

TWEVLE: pull down your pants

THIRTEEN: they doing the 👉👌💦

FOURTEEN: angry puppy pt 1 [written]

FIFTEEN: angry puppy pt 2

SIXTEEN: let him think

SEVENTEEN: even Layla don’t want him

EIGHTEEN: jake’s rizz [written]

NINETEEN: it’s-

TWENTY: ‘let me take you out babygirl’

TWENTY-ONE: no girl boss

TWENTY-TWO: clearing up mistakes [written]

TWENTY-THREE: may cause mayhem

TWENTY-FOUR: 🐓 plant

TWENTY-FIVE: when jungwon hyung scolds you

TWENTY-SIX: he’s alpha

TWENTY-SEVEN: bag that 🐓

TWENTY-EIGHT: no meat👎🏻👎🏻

TWENTY-NINE: poopoo head

THIRTY: layla the puptress [written]

THIRTY-ONE: sunghoon at 3am

THIRTY-TWO: the old man‼️

THIRTY-THREE: not again

THIRTY-FOUR: fight for him [written]

THIRTY-FIVE: fair reaction

THIRTY-SIX: intimate yet seductive smell

THIRTY-SEVEN: lawsuit

THIRTY-EIGHT: smack

THIRTY-NINE: [bleats pathetically]

FOURTY: sunghoon maid costume

fin

– alternative ending -

got any questions about the cast or the smau?

COLLIE DUTY: asks

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toodrunktofindaurl · 10 months

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patreon poll winners: emma x regina

#swan queen #ouat #once upon a time #regina mills #emma swan #BLAST FROM THE PAST BABEYYYYY #WE BACK #writing these tags gave me whiplash you have no idea #lmaooo #THANK YOU TO MY LOVELY WONDERFUL PATRONS #for pledging to the poll tier and voting for them #what a fun one #maryneart

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cultrise · 15 days

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·.⌇ BULLET CATCHER. BOOTHILL

✶ SYNOPSIS boothill decides you’re too weak to join him on his mission. his solution? teach you how to fight.

✶ CONTENTS suggestive content, lots of tension, shy boothill??, mentions of blood, not much description abt the reader just her being shorter than him (istg this man is insanely tall), all curse words changed by his synesthesia beacon are in italics, i want him so bad help. ᵎᵎ wc 1.6k

your body hits the floor with a thud, pain resonating from your abdomen all the way to your skull. you try to get up, palms slipping on the cold surface.

thud!

you groan as you hit the floor again, cursing under your breath. how did he even manage to hit you that time?

the sounds of leather boots get near, steps slow and almost agonising. a slow, metallic clap fills the silence of the room.

“good job! ya’ managed to last 2 minutes. say, if i warn ya’ next time, will ya’ finally be able t’dodge my attacks?” you feel your temple pulse with anger as boothill’s voice continues to keep pressing on your nerves.

“you misled me! you looked like you were going to block my punch and you spun and kicked me! how’s that any fair?” you protested, looking up at the grinning man in front of you. boothill bends down as if talking to a child.

“fightin’ ain’t fair, sweetheart. y’can’t expect a cutie t'play fair” his nose scrunches at the unwanted voice filter. god, he was infuriating. for 2 hours you had repeatedly failed to land any blows while he took every chance to knock you down and irritate you. you were sure to have bruises all over you.

a metallic hand extends in front of you, ever so gentlemanly. you scoff at him, earning a quick smirk. the moment your palm touches his cold one, boothill expertly helps you up, with no effort. a fleeting hint of arousal washes over you at the evident difference in physical power. you quickly brush away the thought.

"now, should i kick your lovely face again?" boothill grins, flashing his white teeth at you. you ponder surprise-kicking his face in.

"keep talking like that. see what good it does you" you threaten. boothill's body leans back on the wall, watching you with an amused stare. you take note of the way his eyes peek from under the tip of his hat, scanning you intently.

"oh? got any fantasies about what to do to me, princess? do tell" he crosses his arms, leaning forward, beckoning you. you knew well enough how empty your threat sounded to him. you intended to do anything to uphold it, even if it meant spending the entire night locked up in that room with him. you couldn't just let him lord his combat skills over your head.

"plenty. something along the lines of ripping your arm and beating you to death with it" you snarl. boothill erupts in wild laughter, almost losing his balance. a vein on your temple starts pulsating with anger. you had to win one sparring match. you absolutely had to wipe that grin off his face.

"how charming! didn' know y'got off to that. i'd like to see that" he cocks up a brow teasingly, watching your own furrow. the sole implication of it makes your mind run wild.. no, you have to concentrate on kicking his ass!

"oh, don't worry! i'll save you front-row seats" you drily indulge him. boothill snorts, walking in your direction. he circles you twice, seemingly analysing whether you have what it takes to carry out such a threat. he stops behind you, bending in to whisper into your ear.

"y'gonna stop daydreaming and put y'r plan in action instead?"

with swift motion you reach your right hand back, grabbing the gun in his holster and turning, pointing it at him. boothill smirks at your bold move but soon enough shakes his head in disapproval. had you forgotten he was a cyborg? how foolish.

within seconds his left index and middle finger take the shape of a gun barrel and he points it back at you without hesitation. the barrel heats and, taking notice of it, you block his aim by hitting his hand with the blunt side of the gun’s magazine. in doing so, the bullet fires into the nearby table and boothill jumps back, taking a look at the dent in his wrist.

"lovely. y'gotta pay for that" he looks up at you, only to notice you trying to create a makeshift distraction from some of the items in the room. he chuckles, eyeing down your movements "now we're talking!"

the sparring goes on for quite a while, with bullets and objects being thrown all over the place. the sounds of clanking metal and breaths of effort go on for a while.. until he has you cornered.

you curse under your breath once mroe. you had been doing so well.. just how did he manage to steal his gun back? boothill approaches, kicking the gun to the other end of the room with the tip of his boot, out of your reach.

a cocky smile overtakes his features, his gun still pointed at you as he nears. you look like cornered prey to him, unable to escape, proving him right. you count your escape options, though it doesn't seem like it'd change much. you had to think of something. and fast.

"y'done?" boothill asks plainly, getting closer to you and pressing his gun between your ribs. he won't fire it, you know that much. who would he agonise then? but it seems like there's no way out. in a real situation, you'd be dead where you stand, bleeding out from a gunshot wound to your side.

"this was cute an' all, but it proved my point. you'd be useless as my partner" his gun retracts, merging back into two steel fingers as he looks down at you. you, on the other hand, are seething, close to seeing red. your mind goes haywire trying to find options to gain the upper hand.

"you think you've won? i can still fight back" you press, boothill sighing.

"ya' could, but what difference would it make? i could pull out my gun again and jus—"

your hands grab his shoulders, making him stall before you tiptoe and hit your forehead against his nose as hard as you can. he stumbles, completely taken aback, hand flying to his now bloody nose.

you seize the chance to flee, reaching for your revolver and approaching him once more, you push it to his temple and ask, "y'done?" mimicking his tone.

boothill's mouth is agape, eyes repeatedly shutting and closing, as to evade the pain. he tries to straighten his back, but he gets reminded of the position he's put in as you press the tip of the barrel to his head.

he scoffs, then grins and fully starts laughing at the realisation "hug me, that was good!.. ow!.. that really hurt, you cutie!" he drags a finger, under his nostril, cleaning himself up.

"you got any more witty comments?" you attach one hand to your hip looking down at him. your eyes glisten with pride as he raises his arms up in defence.

"i must admit. ya' had me there. y'win" he complies before you jump up, ecstatic.

"fuck YES! fuck you, you son of a bitch!" you yell at him, earning only a laugh back. he decides to let you enjoy it. after all, you did get him. and not only that, you got him good.

"yeah yeah... i went easy on you and let you win" he glances at you, waiting for a reaction.

"or maybe i had you at gunpoint. face it, i won fair and square."

"or maybe i just like being held at gunpoint but hot women" he towers over you, grinning. you roll your eyes, shrugging.

"whatever, make up any excuse you want. i still got your ass" you press a finger to his hard chest "not to mention, you're bleeding"

"y'really didn' have to hit that hard... you probably broke my beautiful nose" he presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, looking for any bumps that would indicate broken bones. "now y're gonna have to kiss it better" he shrugs, closing his eyes with a small smirk.

when his eyes open, however, he notices your face getting nearer to his. his mouth falls open, eyes instantly going to your lips. was that all it took? a simple joke to get you to kiss him? boothill's throat goes dry, eyelids closing again.

click!

he opens them for a second time, startled. you look up at him, amused, as he looks to his side. you had leaned over to put his gun back into the holster which hung off his waist. he feels his cheeks heat.

"not in your wildest, wettest dreams" you retort his proposal, heading for the door. boothill's brain spins. what was that reaction?

his eyes shift to the door as you turn on your heels to face him again "oh, i almost forgot. i'll see you on our mission tomorrow. maybe get your nose fixed before that?" you snort before leaving the room.

boothill is entranced, walking over to the table and placing his hat down, contemplating. he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the image of you getting closer replays in his head. he remembers the exact curve of your lips, how soft and inviting they looked, your beautiful eyes, the proud look in your eyes when you finally won against him and when you cursed him down...

"system: overheat!" his cyborg body beeps.

"great!" boothill slams a fist on the table, putting a dent in it before he turns and leans on it, placing his palm over his mouth. it was insanely frustrating how he wasn't allowed to curse out loud. no, that wasn’t it.

boothill's face goes red. he runs an impatient hand through his hair, sighing. what the fuck was wrong with him? his body beeps again, signalling more overheating of his mechanical components. he knew he was screwed.

the only thing replaying in his mind is you. boothill's palms and fingers grip the ends of the table.

"what in the world am i g'nna do tomorrow?..."

#𐙚 — pages.#honkai star rail #hsr #boothill hsr #boothill #boothill x reader #hsr x reader #boothill honkai star rail #hsr boothill #hsr boothill x reader #WE BACK #thank you to this cowboy for getting me back into writing #it was about damn time

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gurrenlagging · 8 months

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New Mahou Shoujo Madoka☆Magica: Walpurgis no Kaiten Trailer

#madoka magica #Walpurgis no Kaiten #we back

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amethysts-prompts · 1 year

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Prompt #239

"You don't understand," Villain seethed, hand pushed tightly against their wound, "how hard I worked. I did..." They took several moments to pant and whimper through the pain. "I did everything I could, but you- you're the real monster here."

Hero was quiet.

"You don't"- they paused to groan. They kept bleeding, and it hurt. "You don't know me, Hero. You only see my actions; you don't- you don't consider their meanings."

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Main writing blog: @amethystpath-writes

#prompts by dee #prompt #prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #hero x villain #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain prompts #heroes and villains #hero #villain #we back #thank you kitty for the tumblr-saving advice #stupid black text on black screen #the solution was to change your colour pallet btw #then change it back to what you had it on before

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ghosty-0w0 · 20 days

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Part 4!!

tw: mention of death

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PART 4 EVERYBODY

I AM BACK

ORRRR SHOULD I SAY WE?!

I am now doing TTL au with @taffycandyqt!!

we are now co-authors/illustrators!!!

And that was the END of chapter 1!!

and new schedule I will be posting the parts of the au on Saturdays!!

Masterpost | Previous | Next

#hehehehe #TTL au #ghosty art #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #Rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #Rottmnt april #rottmnt splinter #PART 4 #THANKS FOR READING!!!#God I hate drawing splinter-#WE BACK #MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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howl-clan · 1 month

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moon 4

#wc #clangen #howlclan #shumm's art #warrior cats #haresmoke #skippaw #we back #moon 4 #this was originally going to be a long ass comic but then i realized that was insane so i stopped hehe #wonder how many kits hare will pop out!#finally landed a very well paying job about a month ago!! that first paycheck improved my mood sm #some may remember me mentioning my main financial goal of landing a car before fall semester because college yknow terrible public transpor #i reevaluted my goals and now i should be on track to reach my min. in like 2 months!! yay #also opened up a sticker shop!!! check out my main if you are interested in some sillies

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chroniclesofnadia111 · 1 year

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We free from tumblr prison bishhh🎉🥳

#me #selfie #blacktumblr #blackgirlmagic #caribbean #melanin #black tumblr #tumblrgirl #beauty #island girls #tattoos #tumblr #love #luxury #instagram #island girl #we in here #we back

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sorobochi-eng-archive · 1 year

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Memory of No.-----, Chapters 24-25 Read it here!

⚠ Warning for gore and body horror. ⚠

Story and artwork by sorobochi English translation by rassicas and trisloshr Typesetting by merrodi

We received permission from sorobochi-san to translate this splatoon fan comic. Please look through this blog if you want to read the earlier chapters. Out of respect to the original author, please do not repost any part of this comic. Thank you!

#sorobochi #splatoon 2 #splatoon comic #octo expansion #agent 8 #squidward kissing stack of papers gif #we back

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wolfavens · 9 months

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ghost car of barna road

track 1 - backwards walk

it feels fucked.

driving in the dark, all i see is golden blue sunshine filtered in through green glass and it all feels fucked. the boxes in the booth chitter about loves lost. kitchenware keeps bumping into chipped mugs, some old CDs nobody has listened to for years lay spilled across rubber rugs. why did i take the CDs?

why did i pack the fucking kitchenware.

who in their right mind moved back to their parents place with two boxes of aged kitchenware? most of the stuff was originally brought from there. it’s like a big kitchenware homecoming. all the mismatched plates and cutlery meeting up with old friends. you will never believe the mess we have been through, they will say, filth and disgrace. she used one bowl for like everything. soup? bowl. salad? bowl. cereal? bowl. crisps? you guessed it, fucking bowl.

i curse, glaring throught he dark windshield. claire at night is rolling silvery hills, endless expanse of black ocean and stone walls as far as the eye could see. it seems unnaturaly silent after the flashing lights of the city. post-apocalyptic scenery, world brought back to nature, a goodbye to arms and humanity. i look at the dark land and all i see is sunrise.

i think i was born here.

just down the road. somewhere in a place with the same rolling hills that looked brilliantly green in muted daylight. all the places here, they look the same. you walk through them, meeting different cars, breathing in cold atlantic breeze and wishing you were anywhere but here. dublin maybe. i remember dublin. not as much dublin itself, as dreaming about going on the golden beach, bumping into your shoulder with mine, spinning these wild stories about dublin which were as far away from the real thing as two small town kids could get.

that year you discovered deadly.

every bloody fucking thing was deadly.

dublin too was deadly. getting there would be deadly. last time i saw you in a crowd before moving away from the island you smiled and mouthed deadly again.

i have not heard anyone say it since . i all but forgot the meaning until my plane landed. fuck, the second the ocean turned to black cliffs and green hills my mind went blank. all i saw was sunshine & summer sky, filtered through the broken green glass…

there was this band that played a small music club close to our dorm in dublin. they mostly did covers of old irish folk songs but, you know, metal. they were the worst. perhaps the absolutely worst song they ever covered was “i’ll tell me ma”. every time they started playing that the whole club - including the staff - uttered a tortured groan. and hidden there, behind that groan, a groan that turned the air solid with anguish, was a single excited whistle.

i used to mock you about how much you liked that blasted cover. i spend days thinking about new ways to torture you about it. then, one day, after a particularly vicious joke that made all our friends cackle, i looked at your face and in your eyes i saw a spark of truth. you did not like irish new boys’ rendition of “i’ll tell me ma”. you just liked watching me laugh about it. you just liked… me.

in my mind i left the next day.

i didn’t. there were things to do. finding a flat. buying dictionaries. hugging niamh and promising to stay in touch. but that night, sitting at that club, seeing it in your eyes, that was the second i really left.

two months later, as I was unpacking an ugly vase from a bag, through tears, my phone beeped and recomended me to view your wedding pics. someone was shouting under my window in a language i didn’t understand and i wondered… what if they are shouting "fire"? what if they are warning me to run and i don’t even know.

i deleted all my socials and got used to the strong beer and learned a new language and made new friends and had niamh over for two weeks in summer. she posted some pics of us sitting by the river in the setting sun. you liked it and asked her to say hi. her face fell a little and she tried to hide her phone. i’m not sure whether it was for my benefit, or my girlfriend’s. i think maybe both. not that it made much difference.

back home though.

bringing some heartache, foreign books, ten years worth of baggage. somewhere among the kitchenware there is a mug missing its ear. it says “greetings from prague” and when my last boyfriend gave it me he said one day when i leave him and move back home i will have that to remember him by.

back home, just a few kilometres off now. there is this beach where the sand was so very gold at sunrise. it was very cold when the sun went down, even with the winter sleeping bag. you whispered in my ear and your breath was accompanied by a white puff. in the morning everything was so bright. i woke up first and walked over to the very edge where the water was licking at the bay. i took some pictures on an old point-and-shoot camera. they all came out overexposed. i picked a piece of broken glass, not yet smoothed out by the saltwater. i watched the world through the glass walking back. small, green and peaceful.

throught the green grass your hair looked chartreuse. i stared at the tiny hightlight in it and the way your eyes were such weird mossy green and the smile you had and the way you leaned over to cover me and whispered deadly when our noses met.

ten years later, in the dark, the abandoned bay is silver and your hair in the moonlight would be white.

i extinguish my cigarette, get back in the car and drive back home and still...

it all feels so fucked.

#simblr #ts4 story #s:gcbr #oc:fiadh #oc:brian #we back #in the land of unrelated pics #because of course #we suck at simblr storytelling #hope you like it tho its only saving grace are the pics lol #i hope this time around i manage to finish lol

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lemon-gl0w · 1 year

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nostalgia

#we back

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grantmentis · 2 months

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PWHL transactions (and other women’s hockey news)from this past week

-Ottawa signs Samantha Isbell, formerly a Boston reserve, on a ten day contract (x)

-Fanni Garát-Gasparics (Ottawa) is placed on injured reserve with a season ending surgery. Means she will likely not be able to represent Hungary at women’s worlds as well. (X)

-Mikyla Grant-Mentis, released from Ottawa earlier this month, signs as a reserve in Montreal. (X)

-Jordan Colliton joins PWHL Ottawa coaching staff (x)

-Switzerland, Canada, and Finland have all announced their women’s worlds rosters.

#PWHL #hockey #women’s hockey #Elisa Holopainen healthy for Finland will feed families #scheduled post #we back

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foxwithapen · 1 year

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"Hey, Junior." Luigi waved, locating the young koopa in their secret meetup spot far enough away from the castle so they wouldn't be caught. Luigi decided to bring his toolkit that day; he wasn't in the mood to improve a screwdriver again.

Junior nodded his head in acknowledgement, but his eyes stayed directed at the ground. A glum shadow passed across his face.

Luigi dropped to the ground, trying to catch Junior's attention. Luigi rested a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, bud, what's up? Did something happen?"

Junior just shrugged.

"Okay then. Did something break?"

Again, another shrug.

"Hmm, well, I might have something that can cheer you up." Luigi fished around in his pocket, pulling out a rainbow lollypop. It wasn't the biggest, but it was the only kind left in stock at the store he frequented.

Junior allowed Luigi to press the candy into his palm, but his distracted frown barely budged. "Dad wants to speak with you," he mumbled, twisting the lollypop between his fingers.

Luigi's stomach dropped. "O-oh, alright, well, that's not too bad. We'll just have a little chat, and after I'll have plenty of time to hang out with you. Maybe we could go work on some upgrades for your car?"

He sighed, taking Luigi's hand. "That sounds nice..."

Luigi smiled, ruffling the koopa's hair. "Alright, good, I'm glad. Now, let's get going, eh? Your father doesn't seem like a very patient man."

Junior giggled, popping the lollypop into his mouth, the hardened sugar cracking easily under his sharp teeth. "Yeah."

"Well then, lead the way."

"So, uh, what do you want with me?"

Normally, Bowser on his throne was a threatening sight, but not now, as his shoulders sagged and his arrogant smile was replaced with something sadder. If it wasn't the Koopa King himself, Luigi might've thought he was anxious.

Bowser sighed. "Does Junior hate me?"

Luigi was taken aback. "S-scusi?"

Bowser sounded strange when he spoke, and it didn't take Luigi long to realize why; for once, he was quiet. Thoughtful, even. "He's been strange lately. He seems upset. And, for some reason, you're the person he trusts the most. Has he...has he said anything about me?"

"Well, he says he's lonely."

"You told me that already. But why? There's plenty of people around."

"Yes, but he wants you." When Bowser didn't immediately respond, Luigi added, "Why're you so busy, anyways?"

"I'm just...trying to get him a better life. Find him and the other kids another parent, strengthen the kingdom, be a good father. What am I doing wrong?"

"Maybe he doesn't want those things. He doesn't need another parent, he needs you. Instead, you spend all your time trying to capture the princess, or attack her kingdom." Luigi wasn't sure how far he had pressed his luck, but for Junior, it was worth it. "You need to get your act together."

Luigi flinched as Bowser stood up from his throne, waiting for an attack or for a column of flame to swallow him whole. But instead, Bowser just...smiled. "Uh, thanks, Luigi."

Luigi smiled back; maybe the Koopa King wasn't so bad after all. "You're welcome." Halfway through leaving the hall, he turned around and added, "And thank you for reaching out. I'm sure Junior would appreciate it."

Just as he had reached the door, a voice sounded from behind him. "Would you maybe like to come over? For dinner next week, I mean?"

Maybe Bowser hadn't expected Luigi to hear him, because when he looked back again, Bowser was already looking out the window, watching something Luigi couldn't see. Or perhaps there wasn't actually anything there at all. But, either way, Luigi felt his heart in his throat as he answered. "Sure. I'll see you then."

#bowuigi #luigi #bowser #bowser junior #bowuigi fic #after a bit of writers block and waning motivation #we back

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