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I began walking towards the 'Secretive Plotter'.
"…Kim Dokja?"
I heard [999] call out to me, but I didn't look back. I undid the [Miniaturisation], and my eye level changed rapidly. The black coat [999] placed on my shoulders wavered along with every step I took.
[< Star Stream >'s Probability is now shifting!]
[Stream of the great main scenario is now dwelling in you.]
Past the canopy of the vine-covered forest, the sea of stars of the < Star Stream > could be seen. On one side of the sky, stars were emitting bright light, while on the other side, ominous-looking galaxies alongside the [Great Hole] were quietly flowing about.
Half of it, light, while the other half, darkness.
Soon, the final war would begin. And most likely, I would have to stand on one of the sides to witness the end of the world.
[Your second Modifier has been decided.]
A small star flickered on the far side of the sky. I stared at it for the longest time, before slowly reverting my gaze back to the ground. The 'Outer Gods' were now looking at me.
I returned their gazes and finally chose the side I'd stand.
[Your second Modifier is the 'Watcher of Light and Darkness'.]
We have a Modifier!!!
Lmfao I jokingly said what it should be a few posts back, and I was both (understandably) way off and actually kind of not? It’s got two opposing parts just like I said! And at this point I’ll take even that as a win since I haven’t known what’s going on for like ten chapters now. I’m just along for the ride.
It's a very Dokja Modifier, just like his first one. Of course when given a choice between A and B, he chooses C. He will watch both sides. He will be both a Demon King and a savior.
And Dokja has officially decided not to follow his own plan. Right after Secretive Plotter got done pointing out that Joonghyuk also hasn’t been following his plan to destroy the Star Stream…
So I assume we're gonna see one final Kim Dokja Scheme. 😁
Though, actually, does it even need to be a scheme considering he seems to be shifting Probability around himself??? Is he the one actively deciding the Main Scenario now????? Not just the “Main Scenario” but the great main scenario, aka what I assume is the goal of the entire rest of the story they’re in?
Ahhhhhhhhhhh! What is happening!
I mean, it makes sense if that’s the case. He has been creating revisions of the novel as he’s gone along, not to mention everything that’s been going on with the whole concept of “he didn’t like the ending that he saw so he decided to change it” with Secretive Plotter coming back onto the frontlines and Dokja knowing how TWSA ended and wanting to give everyone a better one and even the mention of how maybe the author disliked the ending of TWSA and wanted to change it waaaay back in the Peace Land arc iirc and and and…
Also, I just now remembered that Dokja never actually read that final revision.
#orv#orv spoilers#orv novel chapter 422#omniscient reader’s viewpoint#secretive plotter#kdj#I’m so confused because I SWEAR we’re at the ending of the story but there’s still over 100 chapters left???#unless the Final Scenario is really going to be that long???#or we’re gonna go past the Final Scenario…maybe we’ll finally see 1863rd yjh again?#AND STILL I WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S UP WITH JOONGHYUK’S SPONSOR IS IT DOKJA OR NOT
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Ballister and Nimona's mirroring journeys of acceptance are fascinating to me. Ballister is coming to find self-acceptance and is no longer seeking outside approval. This is what nimona is to him, someone who is clearly different and says haters gonna hate and sort of moves on. That the words people say to him aren't all he is because the words people say to Nimona aren't all she is. Ballistars' journey is one of expanding who he is outward, he learns that being loud and proud can accomplish amazing things. Nimona's journey is one of inward seeking she is so busy being loud that she can't hear when she needs something. She learns that shouting while can accomplish great things isn't going to gain her the acceptance she truly craves one of a simply truly good friend. In other words Ballistar loves quietly and Nimona loves loudly and they teach other to do the same.
Think about it Nimona never really gains Ballister's approval when she is being her most in his face about it (in the beginning as he gets to know her better this changes) she gets him when she says "but I am not people." And when Ballister starts being all let's commit crimes Nimona is like alright dude I can be friends with you. But they aren't the same thing that the other would do in those situations, of course not my favorite part of this whole let's be friends thing of theirs is that once they realize that they can be a little bit more like the other they never are not themselves Nimona does a Ballister in an extremely Nimona way (let me save the entire city who hates me in literal giant blaze of glory). Ballister does a "Nimona" in his own way (puts his hand (the one that was cut off by his long time lover, the symbology of trust in that moment makes me want to scream) out in the middle of what amounts future medieval city times square with all cameras pointed at them) AHHHHHHHHHHH
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🤩/😔/😍/🎁!! (The one about a specific character is for Moocho, of course)
Love you lots, friend!!! I hope today is going well for you :)
Thank you for the ask!!!
🤩 - a WIP snippet about or with dialogue from Moocho! My beloved <333
A small woman, with Moocho’s dark hair and eyes stepped out.
“Hi, Mom,” Moocho said quietly and suddenly they were hugging, his mom’s grip was fierce for all that she lacked her son’s stature.
Moocho squeezed back, trying to pour every ounce of ache for missing her into it.
And then, as quickly as the hug had begun, it stopped, Moocho’s mother stepping back with an easy grin.
“It’s been too long,” she said, and Moocho hadn’t realized how much he missed her voice.
“I know. I’m sorry."
AHHHHHHHHHHH. Moocho's mom my beloved <333333
😔 - published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?
This is from This head is a hospital, someone please tend to it.
Eventually, she heard the front door open. That would be Milligan. She was glad he was home, but she was also not sure she wanted to talk to him right now. No doubt one of the other adults was going to tell him what had happened at dinner any minute now, and he would want to see her. Kate really didn’t want him to worry about her, to know just how much she was hurting. She also felt a little ashamed, if she was being honest with herself. Kate wasn’t supposed to be the emotional one, Kate didn’t break down crying to the point of having to miss meals, that wasn’t her. With a sigh, Kate buried her face into her pillow and waited for the inevitable.
Waiting for the inevitable "being told on" (not really but that's how it feels) is. not fun dkjfjasdflk (guy who managed to get upset in class pretty much always the week of parent-teacher conferences and was always just. waiting afterwords to see if it had been mentioned). This entire fic was also very sad and angsty to write. It was surprisingly not too difficult to write I just needed to get it out of my brain <3
😍 - published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?
So I loved writing the entirety of Return Address. But in the interest of not just posting the entire fic again, I will say this bit:
But years passed, and Moocho darned tents and costumes, learned embroidery stitches, baked pies for the rest of the circus. He met a little girl, so full of life, and found himself looking after her, in quiet ways (she was too independent to accept anything else, and Moocho’s heart broke for her every time she insisted on doing something herself, all of seven years old). He comforted her after a fall left her arms and legs scraped up and bleeding, holding her hand while the circus medic patched her up and thought “maybe someday, maybe this,” and then shook the thought away as Kate jumped up and ran off, seemingly back to her regular cheerful mood.
Moocho <3333 "Maybe someday, maybe this" absolutely destroyed me when I wrote it. Also the part when Moocho's letter to his mom has a return address because they're safe now.
🎁- name a published gift fic someone has given you that you love and can't recommend enough (be sure to tag the author. Or if you don't have an AO3 or haven't been gifted a fic, what kind of fic would you like to be gifted?)
I haven't been gifted a fic, I think I would cry (/positive) if someone did dklfajdlksa. As for what kind of fic, I don't think I would have preferences really. Like, angst and fluff are both so good ahhhhhh. <33333
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Mha momo yaoyorozu x child y/n dark and stormy tickles
Momo sits quietly in her dorm as the rain patters on the window.
"as the storm continues we'll be seeing some power outages "
The weather person said on the TV.
Lightning hits a pole and the power blacks out.
"awww,shoot" momo said.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH MOMOOOO!!!!" You yelled running down the hallway like a villain was chasing you.
"y/n? What's wrong?" She asked running up to you.
"AHHH HE'S CHASING ME! OVERHAUL'S CHASING ME WAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!" you said before ducking under the bed.
She looks on eather side of the hallway and sees nothing.
"oh,poor baby" she thinks to herself.
"p-please help me" you pleaded still under the bed.
She walks over to you and Neels down.
"come out, y/n. Overhaul's gone" momo said extending her hand.
You don't know why but Momo's voice was as soothing as an angel. You take her hand and you crawl out and popped a squat next to her
"M-Momo? I'm scared. If I close my eyes...then I'll see overhaul. And the thunder and lightning don't help me sleep better." You said hugging your knees.
"hmm....I know what will cheer you up." She said scooting closer to you.
"TICKLE ATTACK!!" she exlaimes Lunging at you and tickles your sides.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP"
"Hmmm. Let me think..hmmm,nope. Tickletickletickletickle" she said continuing to tickle you.
Momo lifts up your shirt exposing your tummy.
"oooooo. I see your tummy. I love your delicious tummy" momo said bring her face closer to your tummy.
"this is my favorite type of tickles... RASPBERRY TICKLES!!"
Momo sucks in a big breath and blows a wet sloppy raspberry on your tummy.
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOHOHOHOHOHOMO STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!!" you pleaded bucking around like a bronco.
"hehehe sorry I can't help it. Your tummy is just so easy to blow raspberries on." She said kissing your cheek.
"*yawn* Can we go to bed now,momo?" You asked rubbing your eyes.
"oh yes. C'mon let's go to bed" momo said picking you up.
Momo pulls the covers over you and herself and you two cuddle each other.
"momo?" You asked quietly.
"huh? What's up?" Momo asked playing with your hair.
"c-can I call you m-mommy?" You asked.
"oh,sure thing, honey.
And with that you both fell asleep with the storm.
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FIVE
Friends, i have FIVE days of crabs, all gifted from wonderful anons. That soft high pitched drone you hear in the distance? That is me quietly screaming about how VERY VERY EXCITED I AM ABOUT ALL THE CRABS. AHHHHHHHHHHH thank you so much to the kind souls who gifted me with the joy of friendly crustaceans. I will treasure them (or really, make them love me while i pick off a select few to sell FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT BWAHAHAHAHAHA ahem sorry).
Thank you so much :) :)
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Coach wants you on the team part 3 (CNC Gay fantasy)
The next day was Wednesday and you didn't have football practice after school but you hung around the gym at every opportunity and after school you sat outside the gym for a bit before heading home. There was no signs of coach. But tomorrow you had practice. And again the next day you hung around where you thought you might run into coach but never saw him.
All through practice he seemed completely indifferent. When practice ended he didnt even give you any extra laps, he just left. But you stayed and ran laps. All the while thinking what you did to make coach upset.
Then on friday at lunch you decide that you are going to coach's office. So you walk down the hall past the gym, past the change rooms to the end of the hall. On one side is the girls gym teacher's office and on the other is coach's. You knock on his door.
"Come in." You hear him say with a touch of annoyance in his voice.
You walk into his office and close the door. You look for a lock to the door but there is none. You quickly move a chair to block the door.
"What are you doing here?" He demands.looking at you sternly.
"I want to know what I did wrong...I'll do anything you want Coach." You say getting down on all fours and crawling towards him. He pushes his chair back from his desk to talk to you but you crawl closer and get under his desk directly in front of him.
"This is not the right time." He says but you start rubbing the crotch of his pants. You undo his belt and unzip his pants. Taking out his massive package. You start eagerly sucking his cock and massaging his balls. You feel him move his chair closer to him and put his hand of the back of your head.
"Mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmmm" you are trying to turn him on but you are also super horny. You have been dreaming of this man using your mouth again none stop. You are deepthroating him and looking up at him and he looks like he is loving it.
"Mmm baby." You hear him moan softly. "That's my good girl" finally those amazing words you couldnt stop repeating again and again in your head. You do not stop taking his big dick all the way down your throat until you can feel that hes getting close. You start to suck and lick the tip while stroking his cock with you hand. You could probably have used two hands but your other hand was still massaging his manly balls.
Coach is laying back in his chair. "Keep going. Ahhhhhhhhhhh......." and you can feel your mouth completely fill with his steaming hot cum. You hold it in your mouth for a moment savoring its salty sweet taste you, were now clearly addicted to it. Looking up at him you swallow and smile at him.
"Am I still your good girl Coach?" You ask still kneeling on the floor still half crammed under his desk.
"Yes your my good girl" he said kind of quietly. Moving his chair back to let you out, you crawl towards him.
"I think should be the coach's assistant from now on. So I can help you whenever you need." You say looking into his eyes.
"Yes. You're now my assistant." He agrees. Nodding his head as he finishes tightening his belt and straightening out his clothing.
"Coach I think I need you cell number. So you can reach me any time." You say as you finally stand up. Your coach writes his phone number on a post it note and hands it to you.
"For the record, I was not mad at you. Things are....stale with my wife lately." He says trying to not make direct eye contact and instead looking towards the trophy case.
"I'm glad I could be of service to you Sir. And for the record I'm sorry I'm not in uniform. " you tell him before going and moving the chair from the door.
"I guess I'll see you at practice after school Sir?" You asked eagerly.
"Thunderstorms all this afternoon and this evening. Its already raining outside. Practice will be canceled. " he says looking disappointed. "Lunch break is over in 3 minutes so you better hurry out." Coach says motioning his hand towards the door.
You leave and after school you go home disappointed. Your first practice as Coach's assistant, canceled do to rain. You would have to wait till Monday to get another chance with Coach.
But you text him Friday evening after dinner to make sure that he had your number and you tell him that he can contact you anytime.
#fr33use#cnc fr33use#18+ minors dni#fantasy#nsft#soft cnc#0ral fixation#bi curious#dm me#bi oral#bi ns/fw#bi nsft#bi fantasy#gay cnc#literotica
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How about some asexual reader! x incubbus and succubus? I would love to see that chaotic trio <3
Incubus and Succubus (Leo and Vivan) x Anonymous Ace Reader
(You have absolutely won over me with this idea about the goofy beans! I am all for the chaos trio, sign me up please. I have to also admit though, as much as I love Leo and Vivi I absolutely fell tail over tea kettle in love with Cirrus. Elegant, prim, and pouty-- ahhhhhhhhhhh!! I have a feeling their little attitude guards a sweet inside and a hurt heart. Here I go again, falling in love with the side characters. Ehehe whoops!)
Your eyes felt heavy as you sat at the bar, waiting for your significant others to get off work. The building was run by concubi, and while the aroma of honeyed aphrodisiac didn’t bother you the same way that some other humans felt it. You still had a number of side effects, especially when there were so many of them around in one place. You stifle a yawn, eyes drooping from the sleepy lightheaded fog that clouded your eyes. Shifting on your seat uncomfortably, you take another healthy swig of your water before resting your head on top of your hands.
“They’ll get off work soon, I don’t think. . . a little nap will hurt--” You wobble in place, eyes drifting closed.
You didn’t know what time it was the next time you had started awake, the dim blue and purple lights glimmered in your glazed vision. There was someone who was trying to talk to you, gently shaking your shoulder.
“Hey, I wouldn’t be dozing off here if I was you-- If you stay here any longer you could get in trouble.”
You rub your eyes and give slow and deliberate blinks, trying to focus on the person in front of you. “Sorry?” You mumble, wiping the tears that had formed in your eyes and looking up.
There was a waitron with their hands on their hips, frowning at you, their blue skin almost looking bioluminescent in the lights that were cast inside the bar. They had soft fluffy hair, you were unsure of the exact color it was, due to the bleeding glow cast from the bar lights.
“I’ve never seen a human fall asleep in here before seeing anyone,” they state their observation quietly before raising their voice, “What business do you have in here?”
“Oh!” You squeak nervously, “I’m waiting for--” You stop mid-sentence with gaze transfixed on something past the waitron’s silhouette. Watching a pair of playful pink hands tiptoe up the waitron's shoulder, before a pair of arms wrap around their neck and the tall demon hiccups in surprise as they are suddenly pulled backwards. Vivan’s plump form hugging them from behind as she puts the other concubi in a playful choke hold. Vivi’s soft rolling curls of hair draped down over them. “Aw come on Cirrus! Don’t be such a stick in the mud! Can’t a little cutie like that take a nap in peace?”
The waitron’s features smoothing into an embarrassed and agitated sneer. “Vivian. . . let go.”
Leo steps around the two ignoring Vivians tomfoolery as he puts a big hand on your head and ruffles your hair. “Sorry about that rockstar, we got held up.”
“It’s okay,” You begin, your voice trailing off as you watch the two concubi scramble around in the background. Cirrus, the waitron, obviously trying to weasel their way out of Vivan’s grasp. Leo folds his muscular arms over his chest and raises a bushy eyebrow, “Comeon Viv, quit tormenting the poor string bean.”
Vivian giggles, as Cirrus manages to claw their way out of her grasp. Despite being a short and shapely demon, Vivi was stronger than she looked. Her tail wagged playful and happy while Cirrus displayed all the affection of a cat who had just been given a bath. Dragging their hair from back from out of their eyes, Cirrus haughtily dusted themselves off. Their eyes cautiously watched Vivian for a hard moment before their gaze shifted to glare at Leo. “Who is this?” They demanded angrily, “You know the rules, humans can only visit this bar at certain arranged times.”
Leo gives a sigh, rubbing the back of neck, fingers massaging his mess of dark hair. “Ah. . . yeah, about that, they aren’t a patron or anything Cir. They were just waiting for us to get off work.”
Cirrus ears perk up, an unreadable expression crossing their face before they stare at you. “This is the reason the both of you changed positions here isn’t it?” They said flatly.
“Yeah!” Vivan says, throwing her arms around you and hugging you tightly, “This is our little beau! We love 'em so damn much!” She grins proudly, nuzzling her nose affectionately against your cheek.
“. . . And how long do you think this little fling will last?” Cirrus mumbles dryly causing the other two concubi to fall silent. You swallow thickly, mouth going dry from the razor edged comment.
“Fling?” Leo echos, his expression darkening, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Cirrus scoffs, straightening up, “Well obviously this isn’t going to last long. Knowing both of your track records.” Their cold gaze drifting down to stare at you again. “Do you think something like this will last? With how much other things beings like us demand from a relationship? You’re going to wear the poor thing out. Ultimately it will be too much for them.”
Leo and Vivi exchanged glances with each other. Vivi hugging you tighter against her as Leo puts an arm around both of you protectively.
“Screw you!” Vivian chirps, “We gotta more wholesome relationship than you could ever dream of!” She glares daggers at Cirrus.
“Well. . . thanks for that gloomy opinion Cir. But honestly, that’s really none of your damn business.” Leo says cooly. Cirrus scoffs in disgust and tosses their head, turning frostily on their heels and marching away. “Just warning you. . .” They call over their shoulder.
Leo slowly raises his right hand to his forehead, holding up his thumb and forefinger into a L while sticking out his pierced tongue.
“What an ass. . .” Vivi grumbles, “They’ll always been prickly, but this is a whole new level of friendly.” Her expression changes as she looks down at you. “I’m so sorry pumpkin, I can’t believe they said that-- OOh!” She growls as her temper flares, “What a total jerk!!”
“It’s okay. . .” Came your soft muffled response, Vivians grip had been getting a little too strong, and you were well. . . fiercely being smothered into her ample chest.
Leo makes a noise in the back of his throat. “Vi. . . you’re gonna kill em’ if you keep holding em’ like that.” Vivian blinks innocently before looking down. “AH--!” She recoils hastily, “I’m so sorry sweetheart!! I didn’t mean to!”
#monster x reader#monster x human#exophilia#fluff#demon x reader#male monster x gender neutral reader#female monster x gender neutral reader
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The one where being clumsy helps
Hey besties enjoy this :) Also the story about getting scared by a pigeon and smashing into a glass door was something I have actually done but the only difference was that I knocked myself out :)
The one where being clumsy came in handy
If there was one thing you could do it was managing to trip over your own feet
Seriously no one could make a trip to the kitchen look so dangerous
As much as it made the team worry it was bloody funny
Bang. Thud. Smash. “Ouch” you groaned from your newfound place on the cold tiles of the tower's kitchen, rubbing the now throbbing lump that had started to form on your head “Y/n are you okay?” Bucky called from the couch, pausing his game of UNO with Sam to check on you. “Yep…. dine… I mean fine….. Yep, I’m all Groot… Good….. Damn it” you stuttered as you tried to stand up. The floor swaying beneath your feet “are you sure you look like you’re going to throw up?” Sam wheezed, doubling over because obviously there was just nothing funnier than you nearly dying on the way to grab a glass of water. “I might throw up all over you in a minute if you don’t stop laughing” you glared as the man continued to laugh at you “don’t worry y/n the CCTV will catch that too” Bucky added with a chuckle walking over to you and pulling you into a hug. “Damn it” you muttered as the men made sure to get you back to your room in one piece
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“What have I told you about running around outside when it’s dark” Steve scolded as he patched up the cut on your forehead “to not do it” you replied as you cast your head to the floor in shame “but in my defense, the pigeon looked really scary and I didn’t know that Bruce had shut the glass door because if I had known I wouldn’t have tried to run into it” you smiled before hissing as the sanitizing wipe came into contact with your skin. “Well I would hope so” he muttered in concentration, trying to place the plaster in the right place “there all done, now go and convince Tony not to play that video at the next movie night,” he said, starting to put the first aid kit back in its place watching as you skipped out of the bathroom and into the bright light of the hallway.
It made for great entertainment for the avengers and great humiliation to you
But there was one clip he refused to show
It painted your lack of coordination way to well
You ran through the lab, up the stairs, into the hallway, and into a cupboard. And all without tripping up, you were on a role. However, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about how excellently you managed to do that. You see somehow someone ha damaged to break into the tower and with you being the only one who wasn’t trapped in the training room it was up to you to try and find whoever had got it. But the cupboard just looked a lot nicer than possibly getting shot.
“We’re doomed” spoke Tony as he watched your figure retreat into the cupboard, all you had to do was get into the front room and press the button to let them all out so they could do the finding, but by the looks of it, you weren’t too keen on that idea. “Maybe they’re just coming up with a plan Stark, don’t doubt their ability to do this” remarked Nat, who was sitting on what was meant to be a treadmill but was making a very comfortable seat.
Meanwhile, you were actually in the cupboard trying not to poke your eye out with a broom “okay think y/n, they’re in the lounge so if you distract them enough then maybe you can press the button and run like the wind in the other direction? Yeah okay I can do that.” hand slowly grabbing the handle and twisting it as quietly as it possibly was for a door that hadn’t been oiled in about a year, and dashing for the back of the island where you would be able to find out the intruders exact position. Sliding all over the place as you made your way into your established lookout spot you waited.
“They look like Bambi on ice out there” Sam spoke from the floor, arms folded across his chest, clearly displaying his dislike for the whole situation “Yes but at least it looks like they have a plan now” added Bruce, more worried about not going green than you looking like someone had turned the floor into a lake in the winter. “I am going to say it again. We are doomed” Tony muttered.
You could hear the man muttering about how quiet it was for a place that held the world's heroes as your eyes scouted the room in front of you for the button and your brain tried to formulate a way to get there. You ended up settling on just throwing a spoon at him, screaming, and then just making a run for it and hoping he didn’t have a gun. Swoosh, the spoon flew from your hands and hit the man in the back. “What the fuck was I thinking” you whisper screamed as you started to push off and run. “AHHHHHHHHHHH TAKE MY SPOON OF WRATH YOU PIECE OF SHIT”, time seemed to slow down as your foot got caught on the side of the couch and you toppled onto the man, catching the both of you by surprise, so you did the only thing that seemed reasonable in your adrenaline-fueled brain. Punch, kick and scream. “Y/N IT’S ME AHHHH STOP HITTING ME, IT’S PETER” the boy? Screamed. your fists slowly stopped and you tilted your head in confusion “Peter?”
What had happened was Peter had forgotten his pass and had decided that instead of waiting for Tony to come down and let him in, he’d get Karen to break-in
Which had turned on lockdown mode in the tower
Which had left you all alone
And when I said you ran through the lab I meant you literally smashed your way through the door
But you tripping up and toppling onto him had meat that he didn’t get his ass kicked by the avengers
Tony still wouldn’t show the video though
Maybe being clumsy would come in handy again
Probably not
#the avengers#avengers x platonic reader#avengers x teen!reader#avengers x reader#avengers imagine#tony x teen!reader#tony x platonic!reader#tony stark imagine#steve x teen!reader#steve rodgers imagine#sam wilson x teen!reader#sam wilson imagine#sam wilson x reader#bucky x teen!reader#nat x teen!reader#peter parker x reader#peter parker imagine#peter x teen!reader
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Congratulations to Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba for being the only series with Zenitsu in it and Happy birthday to baby boy Zeni <3 the edit was made by me during my stats class (; sorry prof! I understood most of the lesson, don’t worry TT
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🌻Birthday wishes
Zenitsu x fem!Reader
Pronouns: she/her
TW: none
Set in modern times <3!
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Zenitsu whimpered, he’d woken up alone. He propped himself up on his forearms, golden eyes scanning the room for any trace of her. Y/n would usually be beside him, gently shaking him awake so that he wouldn’t be late to his school lectures or just so that he would get out of bed in general.
“Where could she be?” He questioned as he cupped his face with his hands, knees tucked into his chest.
He looked at his phone beside him, maybe she called or left a message.
Zenitsu grabbed a hold of it, pressing the home button only to see game, school and email notifications and his Lock Screen picture of Y/n on their most recent date.
He smiled sadly at the sight. She looked so beautiful illuminated by the golden city lights in the dark sky. That cheery smile on her face that made his heart flutter and cheeks warm.
He sighed softly as he got out of bed, and got ready for the day. Zenitsu looked around the apartment they shared and found no sign of her.
It was as if she vanished, but he felt some relief from his panic at the sight of her phone, keys and wallet not in their usual spot.
“Maybe she had an exam to take…” he murmured to himself, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
He reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed her number.
“Hello?” Her voice resounded
“N/n!!! Y-“ he was about to continue until he heard the sound of his own laugh.
“Sorry! N/n is busy taking care of me right now,” Zenitsu heard his own voice speak loudly.
“I’ll call back soon! Ze-Zenitsu don’t do that!” He heard the sound of her laugh begin until it got cut off by the dial and beep.
He sighed and hung up, canceling the voicemail.
Soft steps and knocking filled his ears and he practically floated to the door expecting Y/n to be behind it. He flung it open but was met with the sight of Tanjiro’s smiling face with a box in his hands and Inosuke holding a gift bag.
“Happy birthday Zenitsu!” Tanjiro spoke excitedly as he handed him the box.
“Happy birthday Monitsu,” Inosuke spoke proudly as he pushed the bag into his chest, “I got you the best present by the way!”
Zenitsu’s large smile dropped into a smaller one. He had forgotten his own birthday. His hands took a hold of the two gifts from his friends as he placed them on a chair nearby.
Tanjiro and Inosuke looked at each other and nodded, a mischievous smile on both their faces as Inosuke dragged Zenitsu along and away from his home with Tanjiro following behind after securing the apartment door with its lock.
Zenitsu screamed and flailed his arms around as Inosuke threw him over his shoulder and carried him until he shoved him into the back seat of Tanjiro’s car.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF YOU?!?!” The golden eyed young man yelled as Tanjiro drove away from the parking lot, a laugh escaping his lips as Inosuke crossed his arm proudly.
The pair drove him around the city treating Zenitsu to snacks and whatever things he wanted.
“Have any of you heard from Y/n?” Zenitsu asked, his voice saddened and gaze downcast as he walked in between Tanjiro and Inosuke.
Inosuke and Tanjiro glanced at each other. Tanjiro placed a hand on Zenitsu’s shoulder, his voice soft, “I haven’t heard from her today. But don’t worry! I’m sure she’s just fine.”
“Yeah there’s no way anyone would think of bothering her aside from those dudes that circle her,” Inosuke laughed as he placed a hand on his free shoulder.
It clicked in his head.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH,” Zenitsu screamed as he gripped his hair, earning the stares of other people.
“Y/N IS ALL BY HERSELF WITH NO ONE TO PROTECT HER!!! QUICK WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HER FROM THOSE CREEPS THAT LOOK AT HER,” he yelled, tears brimming his eyes and a reddened tint on his cheeks as he gripped onto Tanjiro’s shirt.
A disturbed look formed on Tanjiro’s and Inosuke’s face as they watched his panicked state.
“DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!” He whined loudly.
Tanjiro took a quick glance at his phone, a smile on his face. He nodded in Inosuke’s direction, mouthing discretely, ‘it's go time’.
Inosuke understood as he threw Zenitsu over his shoulder again, a loud laugh erupting from the green eyed young man as he and Tanjiro began to run in the direction of where he had parked the car.
It was dark out, the sky becoming a smokey midnight blue and purple with faint gray string like clouds blocking the light of the emerging stars. Zenitsu gripped onto the head cushion of Tanjiro’s seat as he urged him to drive faster.
Inosuke reached behind him, tying a blindfold across Zenitsu’s eyes.
“WHAT THE HELL INOSUKE?!?” Zenitsu screeched as he was about to remove the blindfold.
“IF YOU TAKE IT OFF IM TELLING Y/N THAT EMBARRASSING THING YOU DID WHEN YOU WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!” Inosuke threatened loudly, matching the volume of Zenitsu’s screams.
A loud crying sound erupted from Zenitsu, “DONT TELL HER!”
It was a miracle that Tanjiro was driving perfectly, his poor ears were getting destroyed by the two velociraptor-like screeches and screaming battle occurring on either side of him.
Zenitsu’s cries became soft whimpers as he heard the car come to a stop. Inosuke helped him out and carried him up the stairs.
Soft music filled his ears as they approached the front door. Inosuke set him down, Tanjiro’s soft knocks on the door resounded. The door opened quietly, quiet enough to not even reach his ears.
The trio stepped into the apartment, a warm ambience and the scent of vanilla filled the air.
He felt a familiar pair of hands reach behind his head, gently untying the blindfold. His eye sight adjusting to the sight of Y/n with minimal make up and in the sun yellow dress he had given her, a yellow flower crown on her head.
“Happy birthday Zeni,” her voice was soft and sweet, making his heart pound against his chest.
The apartment had been decorated with yellow and orange balloons floating and littering the ground. Star shaped streamers hung from the ceiling with golden fairy lights trickling down. A beautiful yellow frosted cake sat in the middle of the table with his favorite meal ready to be served.
“Thank you guys,” Y/n spoke happily as they nodded with happy smiles on their faces. She handed them both goody bags and elegantly packed food as they had agreed upon in their deal.
Tanjiro and Inosuke high fived each other as they quietly left, Tanjiro closing the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she spoke sheepishly with a light blush, “Tanjiro was keeping me updated throughout the day.”
He remained quiet for a second.
“Zenitsu?” She questioned softly as her hand found its way to his cheek.
He pulled her into a tight hug, his cries filling her ears, “WAAAAAHHH!! N/N YOURE TOO SWEET! AN ANGEL! A GODDESS! A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS! EVERYTHING! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU,” he nuzzled his cheek into her head as he cried.
She laughed softly as she returned the embrace, an arm gently wrapping around his neck while her other hand wiped away his streaming tears, “No crying,” her voice sweetly spoke.
“Happy birthday Zeni, I’m so happy that I got to celebrate your birthday with you even though it’s a little late. I just wanted it to be a good one for you,” her thumb gently caressing his cheek.
His hand enveloped hers, “It’s already the best one, because you’re here with me,” his voice adorably soft as the cute floral aura seemingly formed around him.
She felt her face warm, “I love you Zenitsu. I hope to spend a lot more birthdays with you.”
“I love you too Y/n,” he brought his face closer to hers.
Unconsciously, they pressed their lips together in a kiss. His kiss was soft and adorable as the warmth from his face radiated onto her skin. The softness of her lips left him feeling gushy and bubbly as he felt her arms around him.
They pulled away from the kiss, both their faces reddened.
“Well let’s go eat, birthday boy!” She mused happily as she guided him to the dinner table.
They ate dinner happily chatting away about Zenitsu’s whole trip with Y/n apologizing for tricking him and having Inosuke be the muscle of the gang.
She stood and came back with matches to the light the candles on the cake she had made for him. Carefully she lit each one, a soft smile on her face as she glanced and saw the happy expression on Zenitsu’s face.
“Make a wish Zeni,” she spoke softly as she got her camera to take pictures of him beautifully illuminated by the warm candle light.
He closed his eyes as a soft smile formed on his lips, wishing in his mind,
“I hope that one day you’ll marry me and that I can always make you happy, because I love you Y/n.”
It was one of his best birthdays.
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Just like Heaven
Pairings: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 1,641
Summary: Bucky beard is a beautiful distratction when he catches you rockin’ out to 80s music.
Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and the amazing prompt sent in below (that was literally written for me because BEARD!) and Music Era Monday! I was listening to my 80s playlist the whole time I wrote this and I still can’t stop smiling. I hope you enjoy this and it makes you smile! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤
Warnings: Fluffy fun, lots of singing, awesome 80s music, A TRUE LOVE FOR BUCKY’S BEARD! 😁
Bucky stands at your door, knocking for a second time. He can hear your very loud music and knows you most likely can’t hear him knocking. Your singing rings out over the music and he chuckles, giving the door one more hard knock before opening it up.
“She drives me crazy; I can’t help myself…” Your body moves in rhythm to the music, your hand grasping an incredibly old wooden spoon as you belt out the lyrics. Your ponytail is swinging back and forth while your head bops and your socked feet slide across the floor. “I can’t get any rest; people say I’m obsessed.” You haven’t looked up in who knows how long, shaking your hips as you move across the kitchen.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” You let out a shrill scream when your back hits something hard, spinning so fast you whip Bucky with your hair and throw the spoon in his face. His very hairy face. “Oh Bucky! HOLY CRAP! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear or see you and then you were just there.” You’re yelling over the music, eyes wide.
Your focus moves back to very fluffy looking beard he has going on and you find your thoughts wandering. “Can we lower the music, doll?” Your eyes shoot back to his, your forehead creasing in confusion. “What?” Bucky just smiles and walks around you, hitting the power button on your speakers.
“I said. Can we lower the music?” he laughs. “Oh, yea, of course, thanks for shutting it, I couldn’t hear a damn thing.” Giving you a very “duh” look he holds up your wooden spoon. “Great mic! I think it might be older than me.” You stalk over and take it from his hand, “oh shut up. You mean you never sang into a spoon when you were little?”
Bucky watches your eyes flick back down to his beard. “Something on my face, doll?” Your cheeks warm and you pretend to fix your socks. “No, no. Um, anyway. Did you need me?” Bucky looks like he wants to say more but instead asks, “what were you listening to? It’s really fun!” Your whole face brightens as you grab your phone and show him your 80s playlist. “It’s all music from the 1980s and it is really fun! I’m glad you like it!”
He scrolls through your phone, stopping at ‘Take on Me.’ “There is a band with the name ‘A-ha’?” he questions, making a funny face at your phone. You take the moment to study his face again, his dark beard covering most of his cheeks, your fingers itching to touch it. “I wanna hear this one,” he says, pressing play and handing you back your phone.
Your eyes flick to his beard one last time before the synthesized piano kicks in. Bucky smiles, tapping his foot to the music. You start singing, once again dancing around your room. Bucky takes your hand and twirls you. “Woooooo! Today's another day to find you shying away, I'll be coming for your love, okay?” You sing into your spoon much to Bucky’s amusement and delight.
He pulls you into his chest, circling one arm around your waist while his metal hand holds yours. “Oh my gosh, Buck, this is like the waltz. Not at all for the 80’s!” You laugh and throw your arms around his neck. “What am I supposed to do then, huh? You show me,” he asks before picking you up and spinning around. Your laughter rises over the music as you cling to him. “Not this either but it’s so fun!”
When he finally puts you down the next song has started, and you start to jump in happiness but quickly stumble from dizziness. “Woah, doll.” Bucky catches you in his arms, “sorry. Too many spins, huh?” You giggle and right yourself, your face now awfully close to his. Your hand inches up his chest and just as you’re about to stroke his beard you hear Steve’s voice over the AI.
“Bucky, what the hell. We were supposed to go for a run 20 minutes ago!” Bucky lets out an exasperated sigh. “All we do is run!” You laugh and go to lower the music again. “Did you need something?” Bucky’s phone buzzes and he picks it up, shouting into it, “I’m coming Steve, one sec!” He abruptly hangs up and smiles, “yeah actually. Do you have headphones I can borrow? I hate running without music and I can’t find mine anywhere.”
“Sure! I can send you my 80s playlist too, if you want, so you can give it a listen on your run?” He steals the spoon from your hand, saying, “only if I can bring this to sing.” Rolling your eyes you take his phone, setting up the playlist and handing him the headphones.
“All set! Enjoy your run. And gimme back my mic!” Holding out your hand you wait until he gives it back, running over and turning the volume back up. “Won’t you come see about me, I’ll be alone dancing, you know it baby” You give him a wave as he walks to the door, smiling the whole time. “See you later, doll.” Flipping your hair around you sing to him, “don’t you forget about me.”
With one final laugh he shuts the door and you put down your spoon. Leaning against the counter you take a long drink of water, your thoughts drifting back to how good he looks with the beard. “Shit,” you mutter, just as “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” starts to play.
Later that night you head to the common room, excited to find it empty. You plug in your phone, scrolling through your 80s playlist. You’ve been listening to it all day, loving it even more now that you shared it with Bucky. You decide on ‘Invisible Touch’ by Genesis and head to the kitchen. Since you don’t have your wooden spoon handy you grab one of Tony’s fancy spatulas, one you’re sure he’s never actually used before.
“And now it seems I’m falling, falling for her. She seems to have an invisible touch.” You whip around like Allison in The Breakfast Club, throwing your hands up. Wiggling over to the fridge you start pulling out the necessities for a sandwich. “Hey, wanna make me one while you’re at it?” You feel his presence more than hear his question, whipping around to find Bucky standing at the island.
Dancing over you lean into him, “did you say something?” He takes your phone and lowers the volume, smirking when he sees your playlist. “Invisible Touch, huh? I really like that one. The lyrics to these songs are great. I’ve been listening to your playlist nonstop today!” You squeal in happiness! “That’s awesome Bucky. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. And what did you say before?”
“Oh yea, do you mind making me a sandwich since you’re making one?” Picking up your spatula mic you dance back to the counter. “Not at all. Ham, cheese and mayo, right?” He gives you a thumbs up, turning the volume louder. ‘Hungry like the Wolf’ comes on and you give a loud whoop. “I LOVE THIS ONE!”
“Dark in the city, night is a wire,” you sing into your spatula. Bucky grabs a whisk and starts singing along, “woman, you want me, give me a sign. And catch my breathing even closer behind.” You can’t stop smiling as you sing together, the music moving through your body like the very blood in your veins.
When the song ends you finish up the sandwiches, placing Bucky’s down in front of him. “Let’s eat!” He grabs the sandwich and holds it up to his mouth but not before saying, “good, because I’m hungry like the wolf.” You almost spit out your bite at his corny line, grabbing your water to take a drink. “Wow, I’ve converted you in one day! Awesome!”
You eat while listening to Heart’s ‘These Dreams.’ You notice Bucky has some mayo on his beard. Reaching over the island you brush your thumb over the soft hair, your mouth parting at the contact. “There’s still more.” His tongue darts out to lick it off but he doesn’t get it all. “Gone?” he asks, his voice suddenly much deeper.
Shaking your head, you swipe your thumb over the spot once more, this time getting it all. You close your mouth to stop the moan that almost escapes and your thighs clench together as your mind once again races with thoughts of how good his beard would feel on your body. “Doll?” His voice pulls you from your thoughts and you sit down with a plop. ‘Crazy for You,’ comes on and Bucky’s eyes sparkle.
He rounds the island and gently picks you up off the stool, taking you in his arms and holding you close. “It’s all brand new, I’m crazy for you.” You laugh, loving that he already knows some of the lyrics. “So, am I crazy or are you a big fan of the beard?” You suck in a breath, surprised and a little embarrassed that he picked up on your (all too obvious) weakness over his facial hair.
“Soon we two are standing still in time. If you read my mind, you'll see, I’m crazy for you.” You sing the words quietly, hoping your meaning gets across. Bucky gets the message. His lips meet yours, softly at first and the light brush of his beard over your soft skin makes you moan into his mouth. ‘I'm crazy for you. Touch me once and you'll know it's true, I never wanted anyone like this. It's all brand new. You'll feel it in my…’ The lyrics fade away just as Bucky’s hand cradles the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to deepen the kiss and it feels just like heaven.
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Okay, but can I add on that Scara really and truly, absolutely adores head pats from his S/O? Only in secret because he doesn't want his fellow Harbingers or Fatui members to make fun of him. Imagine, especially after his haircut, you gently stroke the top of his head after he had a long grueling day. He'll say he hates when you do that, but his face says otherwise. His pale skin, dusted over with a rosy pink hue, his eyebrows furrowed as he breaks eye contact with you, "I guess a little longer wouldn't hurt," He manages to say under his breath.
Like secret soft Scara has my heart go pitter patter. JSNWJSIFJEKCNWKX
OH TYM-SL;KDFJSAP;OIEDFHSafaePOI;SDHGFsadgADSGF
the way myn hand FLEW TO MY MOUTH THIS IS THE CUTES FUCKING THING IVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFEEEEE IN MY LIFE.
like......him resting his head on your chest after a long day............... not saying anything but is pouty until u pat his head and he'll tell u to stop (but quietly bc he doesnt mean that for a second) but u keep doing it anyway <33333 AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME RIGHT NOW
SECRET SOFT SCARA SUPREMACY OH YM GOD MY BRAIN IS MUSHHHHHH
#the butterflies from this#omg#im screaming right now SDFJKBSDFSDFSDF#i wanna read something like this#˗ˏˋrebby <3ˎˊ˗#⊹·% FLOATING MIRROR#°.✩┈┈∘*curse does things#*ೃ:.✧curse being down horrendous#⊹·%HEADSPACE
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reese-with-her-spoon [ksj x reader]
👾 warnings: really shitty writing, honestly not my best work. :-((
👾 word count: 4.5k
👾 genre: fluff!!! crack!!! all the good shit!!!
👾 A/N: kicking the week off with some fLUFF to prepare you for the ~spook~ that is arriving soon. hope you enjoy this! why do i feel like i have to mention joon’s bonsais in every fic
main masterlist. spooktober masterlist.
👾 synopsis: in hindsight, attempting to get back at the biggest prankster you know during halloween was probably not your most stellar idea.
“Kim Seokjin!” You screech furiously, pacing outside his ridiculously large cottage-style home. Passerbys worriedly look your way, but you cannot bring yourself to be embarrassed. The house stands still. Nobody seems to be moving, much less rushing to get the door, despite the fact that you’ve pressed the doorbell countless times already.
“KIM SEOKJIN!” You yell again, glaring at the house as if your steely gaze will force him to come out. “What the hell could you be doing?” You mutter to yourself. “It’s not like you have a life or anything.” You reach out, stabbing the doorbell again.
“I can hEAR the goddamn bell ringing inside come get the dOOR JIN!” Someone on the inside is stomping down the doors and you hear a scuffling accompanied with whispers. Smirking satisfyingly, you bang the door. “Good, now come out, you coward!”
The door opens… to someone that is not Seokjin. Kim Seokjoong stands on the other side, quizzically raising an eyebrow at you.
“Y/N, hey- wow. He did that?” Kim Seokjoong is Seokijn’s older brother, a self taught coder who basically spends every waking moment of his day on his computer. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him out of the house.
His eyes are fixed above your eyes, and he smiles, quietly giggling to himself. You pull your hands back, reminding yourself that you need to save your temper for the real culprit.
“Would you just-” You point inside, not meeting his eyes. “- let me in?” Seokjoong nods, stifling a laugh. You glare at him, and he promptly shuts his mouth. “Aren’t you supposed to be in university now, you unemployed leech?” Seokjoong flinches and mumbles something about how you’re supposed to respect your elders.
“Here, come in.” He says, sighing. “Just don’t murder him in the house, okay? Mom’ll get mad.” Seokjoong stands aside and lets you in, looking around outside and shutting the door, putting a finger to his lips. “He’s been upstairs cackling his ass off since you started screaming and pounding the door twenty minutes ago.” You look up at the ceiling, only to wince at the screaming picture of a witch stuck on the ceiling.
The Kim household during Halloween season is quite- festive. Pumpkins, witch hats, ghost cutouts and much more are scattered and adorned all around the house. You just know this is Jin’s doing… the doctor printout with cat ears on the wall that reads ‘I’m A Purr-amedic!’ gives it all away. You squirm when you have to pull away fake cobwebs out of your face to go up the stairs.
“So, how are you going to do it this time? Sneak attack, retaliate? Do me a favour and don’t douse him with a bucket of syrup like you did last time. He was sticky for weeks, and we had an ant infestation.” Seokjoong pants and follows you up the stairs, questioning you. You stalk up the stairs, gripping the handrail tightly.
“- Okay you’re starting to look scary now. Please don’t kill him.” He says, and you don’t bother giving him a response.
“Which one is he in?” You eventually say, looking around the closed doors in the hallway. Seokjoong turns to look at you, furrowing his eyebrows.
“You’ve been up here thousands of times, Y/N.” You flick his forehead and he lets out a cry of pain.
“No, that’s not what I mean. Which room is he hiding in?” You ask. He hesitates and you, exasperatedly, point to the top of your head. Guiltily, he points to the furthest door to the right, looking up at the ceiling and fiddling at the hem of his shirt. Muttering a rather curt ‘thanks’, you stomp over to the purple and orange decorated door that is labelled “SPOOKY SUPPLIES.” You pause to sigh at Jin’s stupidity, then you fling the door open with a bang.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH-” As expected, Seokjin is inside, wearing his worn out black hoodie and sitting on a pile of Halloween decorations. You put your hands on your hips and glare at him, but his screaming slowly turns to laughter, which just makes you even more mad.
“- Oh my god hAHHAHAHAH! You look hilarious!” He yells, slapping his thigh and laughing in his obnoxious, window wiper-like voice. “It turned out better than I thought it would!” He marvels through his laughter. Your glare turns meaner, and you stare straight into his eyes, shutting him up.
“Kim. Seokjin.”
“... Yes, my love?” He smiles innocently, batting his eyelashes. You resist the urge to slap him.
“Care to explain to me why the hell my hair is bright red?” Jin, not able to hold it in, bursts out laughing again, burying his face in his hoodie, attempting to muffle his laughter. It doesn’t work very well, and he comes back up for oxygen, taking a large breath.
“In my defence,” Good luck with that, you think. Nothing would be able to help his case and keep you from murdering him. “- I didn’t really think it would work this well!” He takes one more peek at your hair and chokes back another laugh. “Oh my god, you kinda look like a pumpkin!”
This time, instead of holding back your violent tendencies, you grab a foam pumpkin from the ground of the supply closet and hit him on the head. Unfazed, he just looks back up, still infuriatingly giggling.
“Don’t worry,” He says. “It’s not permanent.” You huff, secretly relieved. “... Well, it should be temporary. I think. Probably.” You lift the pumpkin foam decoration and hit him again. “Hey! Why are you hitting me? You look good in red! Now you can be Ronald Mcdonald for Halloween!” You raise the pumpkin (Who you have begun to affectionately call ‘Jin Hit Pumpkin’ in your head) to hit him again, but he squeaks and covers his face, so you put it down.
“I swear to god, Jin,” You scold. “If this doesn’t wash out of my hair, I will sue.” Jin looks sheepishly up at you before ducking his head down and walking out of the storage closet. He glares at Seokjoong the second he steps out, who is apologetically smiling at him.
“Traitor.” Jin mutters, stabbing a finger in his older brother’s chest.
“I’m sorry!” Seokjoon defends. “She’s real fucking scary with the red hair!” You turn over to glare at them, and the two brothers recoil, murmuring apologies. You point at Seokjin, locking your eyes with his while walking backwards down the stairs, at the exact same time.
“You. Watch your fucking back, Jin. I’ll get back at you for this.” You slowly disappear from the brothers’ eyeline, and they hear a door slamming shortly after. Seokjoong sighs and places a hand around Jin’s shoulder.
“You have weird taste in women, bro.” Jin pushes his hand off his shoulder, rolling his eyes and retreating to his room, grumbling something that Seokjoong didn’t manage to hear.
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Kim Seokjin is a force to be reckoned with, even you have to admit. For someone who claims to be an unoriginal copycat, his pranks are pretty creative. You would never ever tell him this, of course, but you keep a list of the pranks he’s played on you.
It’s not much of a list, actually. More like a three notebooks’ worth of practical jokes. And after all these years, he’s somehow never repeated one of his pranks. Only the stupid, small ones, but that’s inevitable. You can’t count how many times you’ve sat on a whoopee cushion.
But also, who the fuck still uses whoopee cushions? You’re almost convinced Seokjin has a lifetime supply that he’s just trying to use up with the amount of cushions he has to go through every single year. You tap your pen against an empty page of a notebook, frustratingly chewing on your lip. This prank is a new one. Jin’s never done anything to your hair before, so should you do something to his precious hair?
Come to think of it, how on earth did he even manage to sneak into your house and replace your shampoo? Maybe you can charge him for breaking and entering. You tap at your computer and groan when Google says that a minor will mostly likely get a fine for breaking and entering. The most they can get to one year of detention punishment.
A year is hardly enough of time away from Seokjin and his stupid pranks. How much time have you wasted stressing over his jokes? You wonder. Last year, you didn’t sleep well for a good two months when he managed to stuff a walkie talkie underneath your bed.
He made creaky chicken noises while you were sleeping for two whole months before you managed to find out why the hell chicken sounds were coming from your bedroom every night. Begrudgingly, you have to admit that that one was pretty smart. But you aren’t too mad about that incident. He lost just as much sleep as you did by making those goddamn chicken noises. At the time, you asked him why he didn’t just loop a recording or something similar, but he just grinned and quipped that he didn’t think of that.
You got back at him a week later by posting a particularly ugly selfie from his middle school days on instagram. It had nearly 8,000 likes before he found you and forced you to take it down. You also got a week of detensions when he tattled on you for sharing photos without the owner’s consent, (Which is the most bullshit thing you’ve ever heard,) but it was pretty worth it.
Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair, scoffing and whining when you realise again that your hair is now fucking red-! Faded red, but it still looks horrible. Maybe you should dye his hair red, just to match. Seokjoong would probably let you in if you bribed him enough- with cookies, obviously. But he’d probably look good in red hair, that insufferable, good-looking idiot. What could you do… What could you do? You drop your pen onto the notebook, and a huge grin slowly spreads on your face. You might just have an idea.
Halloween night. A time for budding teenagers to make bad decisions. Or alternatively, a time for Seokjin to go absolutely insane. You don’t know how he does it, but his parents go away every single year for the week of Halloween. He throws the craziest costume party every year, and always tries to come up with the craziest costume.
Last year he was a ‘waist of time’. Completely shirtless, he wore a belt with a watch looped around it. Not his best idea, since he had to go around the whole night explaining to people what he was dressed as. The year before he was a ‘hipster vampire’. Completely shirtless, he wore fangs with fake blood with circle sunglasses with a jet black cape wrapped around his neck, with the words ‘SAVE THE BEES’ embroidered on the back in yellow and white.
Yeah, there’s a little bit of a pattern.
“Soo, what are you doing for Halloween this year?” You sweetly ask Jin, who is walking through the hallway after slamming his locker shut. One of his hands holds the strap of his backpack, and the other hand knocks at your head. Pulling back, you stare at him weirdly.
“What are you doing.” You ask. He doesn’t respond. Seokjin leans in, curiously looking at your face. You blush, pushing him away, but he continues to look at you, tilting his head and humming to himself. “What are you doing?” You say, moving further away from him.
“You haven’t gotten rid of your red hair yet?” He says, reaching out and stroking the red hair. You slap his hand away and he retracts it, still smirking gleefully. You had spent the entire weekend before attempting to watch the red out of your hair. The result was a faded berry-black dye that’s been stained in your hair. You scowl, turning away and smacking him in the face with your hair just for good measure.
“How could I get rid of it? It won’t fucking wash off, dumbass! This is all your fault!” Jin hums thoughtfully to himself, scratching the underside of his chin. He looks like a premature grandfather recalling his days in wartime.
“Damn,” He swears under his breath. “I guess my prank backfired.”
“Backfired?” You stop in the middle of the hallway to face him, and he slowly turns around to do the same, quizzically raising an eyebrow at you. “Don’t you mean your prank was a success? I thought you’d be ecstatic to know that my hair now looks like a rotten strawberry.”
Jin shakes his head with a slight smile. “No, it backfired.”
“You look really good with red hair. This prank probably affects me more than it does you.” He says nonchalantly, turning away and walking down the hallway. Your eyes follow him, watching as Taehyung, Jin’s friend and the school’s resident art hipster launches himself on him and koala hugs him, cackling when Jin screams and starts yelling at him.
“What… What? What did he just say?” You say to yourself, blinking blankly.
Maybe your plan backfired too. You approached Jin with the intent of sabotaging his Halloween night, but what you walk away with is neither an evil plan or a satisfied smirk on your face. You spin around in a daze, heading to your calculus class with a bright red blush lining your cheeks and the beginning of a daydream starting to form in your head.
You practically collapsed in your seat, not listening to the teacher, who is currently scolding you for being late. You nod, blurting out an apology, even though you didn’t hear 90% of her rant about the significance of education and time.
“Psst!” Namjoon, the only friend both you and Jin share hisses at you, jabbing the head of his pencil into your side. You hiss back, smacking his pencil back. “Why is your hair red?” You glare his way.
“Don’t ask.” You grumble.
“... Okay then. Why are you late?” He asks. “I was going to wait for you after homeroom, but you didn’t didn’t come to your locker so I left without you.”
Disregarding his question, you lean over, propping your head onto your hands. “Are you going to come to Jin’s Halloween bash on Saturday?” Namjoon snorts, turning back to the teacher to make some quick notes in his notebook.
“Of course. Do you know how much shit I’d get if I didn’t show up? He gets so pouty and pissed about his Halloween obsession. And now I have to come up with a relatively creative and funny costume to satisfy his requirements for the stupid costume party he hosts!” He complains and whines at you. You laugh, and can’t help but agree. You’ve been forced to attend every single Halloween bash too. “You know what I came as last year, right?” He asks. “I came as a bonsai tree, and he got so mad! Said that I put “no effort” into my artistic choices. I spent like two hours glueing those leaves onto my shirt!” Namjoon huffs, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“What do you think I should go as?” Namjoon shrugs. “You can wear whatever you want, it’s not like he’ll care about what you’re wearing. As long as you show up, he’s happy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, frowning. Namjoon immediately shakes his head at you, smiling slightly strangely.
“Nothing!”
You stare at him suspiciously, but you don’t comment further. Namjoon’s just weird like that sometimes. “Hm. Can I bounce some Halloween ideas off of you then?” He nods, shrugging to say he doesn’t mind. You lean in and whisper something into his ear with a mischievous glint in your eye. Namjoon bursts out laughing in the middle of the empty classroom when he hears what you have to say.
👾.
Another thing to add to your neverending list of things Kim Seokjin can do; Throw a party. For Halloween night, the household gets even more festive, if that’s even possible. Every inch and every corner of the front yard, interior and outerior is plastered with some kind of Halloween themed merchandise.
There’s even a large hand drawn sign outside that says ‘NO TRICK OR TREATERS PLEASE.’ Not that any sane child would ever come within a mile of this place. You could hear the blasting music from three blocks away. You wonder how long it’ll take for somebody to call the cops this year. But then again, it’s probably more likely that the police would join the party instead of arresting the partiers. God knows the police have better things to tackle on Halloween night anyways. It’s the major season for crime and stupid desicions, of course.
In your humble opinion, Halloween is the most useless holiday out of them all, with Valentine's day coming in at a close second. What’s the point of celebrating a large westernised holiday? The main purpose of Halloween is literally so children can get free candy and for college kids to get wasted and pass out on the lawn with a slutty cat outfit on.
You don’t see the point, but if you even voiced your thoughts aloud within a five mile radius of Jin, you’d get murdered. That man lives, breathes, and eats Halloween all year long. He complains about it not being October yet constantly, puts ghost stickers everywhere when September begins (For his “pre-celebration”), He’ll even buy anything that has the words ‘pumpkin spice’ on it. You’re slightly worried sometimes that it’s an actual addiction.
Hallow-diction? You’ll work on the term.
You already regret your choice of wearing heel when you trudge through the grass of Jin’s front yard, covering your eyes from the couple who is basically having clothed sex against the wall outside Jin’s home. Who knows how many blisters you’ll wake up with tomorrow morning? At least your legs look amazing.
The sky is dark and dreary, a rather fitting night for Halloween to be on, but inside the house, it’s loud and you can already hear people getting drunk and dancing. Taking in a deep breath, you push open the door.
You don’t know what you were expecting, but if anything, the inside is worse than the outside. You’d rather go back to the couple having clothed sex. People dressed in outrageous costumes are dancing on the floor to some rapper you can’t recognise. You can already spot five sexy cats, at least 5 witches, and too many angels for you to count. Maybe this is a bad idea, you think. It’s not too late to go back home, you reason with yourself in your head. The sweaty bunch of people drunk dancing and screaming is already sounding off all the SOCIAL ANXIETY QUICK RUN sirens in your brain.
But before you can turn around and give into your instincts, a hand clamps onto your shoulder and pulls you into the house, leaving you longingly staring at the front door, the only chance of your freedom taken away. Namjoon spins you around to face you and nods appreciatively. He’s dressed as a ‘french toast’, a striped shirt, mustache and barrett accompanied with a slice of bread costume slung over his shoulders.
“Hey, you look good!” You giggle at the praise. The only good thing about tonight is how great your outfit looks. “Aw, man!” Namjoon whines. “Maybe I should have gone as an angel! Then we would have matched!” You laugh, the sound drowned out from the blasting music.
“Angel and devil? That’s hilarious!” But you spin around anyway, showing off your bright red bodycon dress with lace cutouts. A pair of embellished devil horns sit on your head and you personally attached a spiked tail to your dress just this morning. All topped off with a cropped leather jacket that you already have the urge to take off.
“Yeah, you look super fucking sexy, wait until Jin sees this!”
“Hm? I can’t hear, it’s the music-!”
“Nothing!”
You spin around, looking left and right throughout the house. You can’t seem to find Jin anywhere, but that’s alright. He’ll find you soon enough. You still wonder what sort of shirtless, punny, dad joke style costume variation he’s managed to come up with this year though.
“What happened to your sabotage plan? I was surprised when the whole house didn’t explode in stick bombs… or something worse.” Namjoon shudders in his toast outfit.
“Eh.” You shrug, shifting uncomfortably. “I just thought I should enjoy Halloween, you know? Try not to make Jin miserable for once.”
“Well, looks like you ended up pranking him anyways,“ Namjoon gestures down your figure. “Whether you meant to or not.“
You have no clue what Namjoon is talking about, but you were originally planning to come armed with all the sabotage tools: toilet paper, stink bombs, elephant toothpaste… the works. But you ditched the idea after a bit of thought. What’s the use of getting back at Jin on Halloween anyway? He’ll just get back at you, twice as hard. Your hair is already red- you couldn’t risk anything else.
An off-putting, familiar voice speaks from behind you. Looking up, Namjoon is already gone, which means-
“Speak of the devil.” You mutter. “Oh, hey!” You chuckle at the accidental joke. “Speak of the devil, because tonight I’m the literal devil, haHahhahHAH I’m so funny-!”
“y/N, you’re here!” Sure enough, Jin stands behind you, completely- shockingly, in a turn of completely unpredicted events- shirtless. His abs should be outlawed, you think. They shouldn’t be allowed to be just hanging out. He should at least come with a warning sign. ‘WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHEST AND STOMACH MAY CAUSE SHORTNESS OF BREATH AND DEATH DUE TO THIRST.’
At first sight, he just looks like an average frat boy, with loose sweatpants dangerously hanging down at his hips. But after squinting, you notice he’s holding… a spoon? And a packet of reese’s cups?
You slowly turn around, and Jin’s eyes widen comically, his jaw physically dropping. He drops his metal spoon on the ground, but doesn’t seem to notice.
“I- Y/N! I-? Wha- ? I- wah- wow. Wha?” If there was a human expression equivalent to ‘??!!!?’, Jin’s face would provide the perfect definition for it. He chokes, and coughs back, leaning over the counter and clutching at his chest.
“Woah- Are you okay?” Jin, holding a finger up, swallows down some phlegm and continues to ogle at your costume.
“Okay.” He says, after he finished coughing. “When I told you that your costume had to be creative, I didn’t mean- this.”
“What do you mean, do I look bad?”
“No, trust me, you don’t. But there are so many pervert guys out here tonight who would take advantage of you, so be careful. Stick to me.” You look up and down at him, from his abs which are completely on display, to the sweatpants that would definitely get him arrested for public indecency.
“Are you talking about yourself?” Jin leans down to pick up his spoon while you speak. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A frat boy from the 90s? An ex-con who just got out of jail? A college dropout?” Jin frowns.
“Why is nobody getting my costume tonight?” Holding up his Reese's pieces to his face, he smiles brightly and explains. “I’m Reese,” He lifts up the spoon. “- With her spoon!” You stare at him. He sighs and stomps his foot against the floor. “I’m Reese Witherspoon.” Your mouth opens in an ‘o’ in realisation, nodding. “Not my best idea, but still smart. I never fail to amaze myself year after year.” Clearing his throat, he spares another glance to your dress and tears his eyes away straight after, averting his eyes and bringing his hand up to the back of his neck.
“Uhh,” He says, awkwardly. “Devil. It fits you! You know, with the red hair.” You nod, thankful that he’s actually acknowledging the effort you put in your costume this year. Last year, you showed up as a powerpuff girl- Blossom. He got angry and ranted for hours without end about how Bubbles was clearly the superior powerpuff girl.
“I know, right!” You say cheerfully. “Your stupid prank actually gave me an idea, so I guess I should thank you.” Jin looks at you expectantly, and you shove him back. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to actually thank you, jerk. You still dyed my fucking hair red.”
“Fuck,” Jin curses. “I did this, didn’t I? Goddamnit, I told you this prank would end up affecting me more than you!”
“Huh?”
Jin continues to curse at himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and deeply regretting his life decisions. From behind him, Min Yoongi is calling him to join for a game of spook-pong (A game Jin invented; It’s like beer pong but with mystery drinks), but he ignores his name being called. He so quickly averts his eyes down at your chest again, blinking and drawing back like he saw a ghost.
“Anyways,” He says, pulling you around to place his hand over your shoulder, forcing you to press into his slightly sweaty chest. He walks you over to the spook-pong table. “Don’t wear this again, okay? You’re going to give me a heart attack.” He looks over at you when you begin to laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious! I can’t look at you right now without- ugh. This was a bad night for me to choose to wear sweatpants.” He steps away from you and buries his hands inside his pants pockets, clearing his throat in a moment of strange seriousness. For a split second, you think he might have something important to say, but he just breaks out into a signature Jin grin, smiling toothily at you. His face is too cute to match his bare chest, you think to yourself.
“Have a nice Halloween, Y/N. Call if you need anything, okay? I’ll come find you after I smash this game of spook pong.” You nod and he goes off running towards Yoongi, who is already complaining about what took him so long. Jin laughs and snatches a ping pong ball from him, already screaming about how there’s no chance the inventor of the game could lose.
On the opposite end of the table, Jimin and Jungkook are making faces at him. You smile and break out into a laugh. Halloween night is rather fun, you suppose. You sigh. Maybe if you stop spending Halloween as a way to get back at Jin’s stupid pranks, it would bump Valentine’s day up as your most hated holiday. Namjoon appears by your side, shaking his head at you for no reason.
“You still don’t get it?” He asks, gesturing to Jin. You stare blankly at him, moving away when his toast costume accidentally smacks against your devil tail.
“Get what?” Namjoon continues to shake his head, smiling in a one-day-i’m-going-to-kill-you kind of way. Men are so confusing.
(At the end of the night, you draw dicks and other incriminating things onto Jin’s back with the help of a distracting Namjoon. It was his fault for being shirtless- and besides, you can’t let Halloween night go completely to waste.)
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i just finished reading beloved, once and my heart aches - i’m not Weeping but that makes it worse because now im just hurting quietly and ahhhhhhhhhhh my god !!! is it finished? it’s marked as 1/1 on ao3
tears - imaginary or not! - are always a Good Thing, don’t worry.
and ‘beloved, once’ is definitely not finished haha. i’m still new to ao3 so i completely forgot that you can actually write down the number of chapters a fic can have (which is madness and the people who can do that with confidence aren’t real).
thanks for pointing it out to me! it’s been fixed now uwu
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Holy Levianta, EC 981, 10:24 PM
Gallerian was using a phone booth by the Dark Star Bureau to call a taxi to get him home.
Gallerian: 15 minutes?...Ok...thank you. *Hangs up, he rubs his eyes* What a long day...*He stands under a street light to wait, about 5 minutes later, he hears foot steps. He looks to his left and finds a pink haired woman dressed in a red trench coat and a green scarf around her neck* A Loop Octopus? *The woman approaches him and stands next to him, probably waiting for her ride to, about a minute later, she spoke*
???: Am I beautiful?
Gallerian: *Looks to her* Hm? What?
???: *Looks at him* Answer the question, am I beautiful?
Gallerian: ....Yes? *The woman then proceeded to remove the scarf around her face, and to his horror, sees her grizzly looking grin and 4th degree burns*
???: How about now?
Gallerian: *Horrified and shocked* AHHHHHHHHHHH-Gak! *He was stabbed in the gut by a large pair of scissors, he fell on to his knees and fell face first to the ground, the woman walks away, leaving him for dead. About a few minutes later, his wound have healed thanks to his Demon contract, he sat up coughing up blood* Haah...haah...haah...what the hell just happened!? *A taxi arrived*
Driver: Evening S-...OH MY GODS, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?
Gallerian: *Gets in* Nevermind that, just get me out of here.
Driver: Do you need to go to the hospital?
Gallerian: TAKE ME HOME!
Driver: Ok! Ok! Ok! *He drives him home*
Gallerian: *Sitting there quietly, thinking about what happened*...Scissors...slit mouthed...pink hair...could it be..."the Slit-Mouthed Woman of Enbizaka" Tom mentioned?
- Gallerian getting injured and surviving his encounter with Enbizaka No Kuchisake-Onna(Kayo Sudou)
#evillious chronicles#gallerian marlon#kayo sudou#incorrect quotes#kuchisake onna#roleplay#tw: stabbing#tw: blood
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1: The Boy who cried Love
STRAY KIDS HOGWARTS AU
Chapter 1
your Heart was beating so Fast that it made your legs feel as though they were gonna turn into Jello and break into pieces. "AHHHHHHHHHHH" You shrieked and the bedroom door opened "What are you doing up here" your Brother said and You finally looked up "I'm Sorry" you said quietly and fell onto my bed
"So your doing Sorry?" He said with a raised eyebrow "That's not what I meant Hyunjin" you threw a pillow at him "Eomma wants you downstairs" He said and you got up running straight past him. "MOM I GOT INTO HOGWARTS" You shriek " Good job sweetie" She said as she scooped you up into a big mama bear hug.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes dramatically "Guess what" Your mom asked "Your brother packed your bags for you" your eyes twinkled and you turned to him "THANK YOU" You ran over to him and had YOUR turn to do a giant mama bear hug. You spotted a small smile curve onto his lips, "Your only 11 so I'll let it slide" he said
"What pet did you buy me!?" He smirked his ugly, evil, annoying little smile " I had no money, I had to get a rat 🐀" Your face turned brighter red than the walls of his room "YOU GOT A WHAT" The words spilled out of your mouth, never coming back in "I got a rat, it's named KooKoo" He laughed "ARE YOU INSANE YOU LITTLE GREMLIN" You grabbed a strip of his dark black hair "YOUR BOUT TO GET A HAIRCUT" he screamed like a 2 year old girl when she sees 5 nights at Freddys "YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE A GRYFFINDOR HYUNJIN!! MAN UP!!"
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you and your Brother sit in an compartment in the train "Hyunjin?" you blurted immidiently regretting it "Yeah?" He looked down at you, you don't wanna ask him the question because you knew he was gonna take it the wrong direction but it just slipped from the tip of your Tongue " Was being a first year hard, did you get bullied? " he did his signature smirk again "I was wondering when you were going to come to me for help" he smiled "It really depends on who you hang out with" you scoffed so hard that your chocolate frogs fell to the ground "Ooh Hyunjin, is this your girlfriend" a voice said and two boys walked in
"She's my sister!" Hyunjin said and The boys face dropped "Oh" his face started burning with embarrassment "I'm Lee Min-ho" he muttered "I'm L/n f/n" You said "it's fine we all make mistakes" "This is my lil bro Lee Felix" He said and he squeezed the other boy tighter "He's a first year" He looked down not saying a word "Hi Felix I'm also a first year" You said and his head immidiently snapped up "My new friend" He screeched and he wrapped his arms around you into an awkward positioned hug, you still enjoyed it though "Well, me and him will go and give you guys time to get to know each other" Hyunjin and Minho sped out, snickering like witches
"Let's trade chocolate frogs" he smiled and you gave him an awkward one in return "Hello? Is this seat taken?" You hear a voice and turn to see a boy, he looked a lot like a squirrel you and Felix both said different things
"No"
"Yes"
I stared at Felix who now was doing a death state at the boy "You can sit there" you said and he Sat down "I'm Han Jisung" he smiled and you felt your Heart stop
Han Jisung
He was very attractive now that you think about it
"Get out" Felix said in English so that you guys couldn't understand "I don't know English" Jisung said "Sorry" Felix muttered in Korean "I know little english" You said and both boys chuckled at your cuteness "Your so cute" they both said at the same time "Thanks" you started to do Aegyo and it was as if both boys were hypnotized cause they both were Mesmerized by your beauty. "we are here" you said and they finally snapped out of it "Yeah" Jisung said and you guys got up "Hogwarts here we come" you giggled and both boys chuckled "Are you a first year Jisung?" You asked "2nd" he said and you nodded and you guys walked out to see Hagrid "Hey Hagrid" Jisung shouted and a group of Slytherins eyed him "stay away from Slytherins you two" Jisung whispered "Let's just hope none of you is one"
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@sourgrapelaffytaffy | @tcthinecwnself said: (╯°□°)╯ (Jigen for Fujiko bc he may hate her, but he hates other scumbags a lot more)
Send (╯°□°)╯ for my muse’s reaction to yours punching out someone who was flirting with them!
Fujiko usually called the shots when it came to her brand of ‘flirtation’, but this creep was NOT taking her obvious disgust seriously. Didn’t he know who he was messing with!? One judo kick to his jaw and he’d be out like a lamp! SHE governed her body, SHE decided who got to touch her! SHE invaded other people’s spaces not the other way around! Okay, yeah, that last part was on her, but she dismissed the irony of the situation because it was her arm being squeezed hard enough to gain a yelp! out of the thief, and her trademark curves being ogled. One more hand planted invasively on her rear, and she was screeching bloody murder!
The swipe came from nowhere, the dog pulled off her and close-lined in one FLASH.
Did she just see what she THOUGHT she saw!??!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! He must be crazy!
“JIGEN!!!”
“I was FINE! You didn’t have to get involved! GOD, you’re so nosey!
Just---mind your own business, would you?!”
A dramatic pause as she humphed, and stuck her nose in the air, passing him with her usual snotty expression. “Don’t think this is going to win you any favors with me.” Then quietly, she spoke so only he’d hear her, no witnesses: “Come on. I’ll buy you a drink, sourpuss.”
#sourgrapelaffytaffy#tcthinecwnself#asks#PUNCH the FLIRT meme!#C: Jigen#V: I'M OFF TO THE RACES; LACES LEATHER ON MY WAIST IS TIGHT AND I AM FALLIN' DOWN || CANON ( LUPIN III )#{ They hate each other but then again......non-blood SIBLINGS }#💠FUJIKO MINE💠
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