#AGCKH

[dawnleaf37]

HUELP ME IM ALREADY BEING SLAPPED

[orimuraa]

∘˙○˚.• Cause I know you'll save me - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆enhypen when you’re injured ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff, crack┆kisses, petnames, mentions of injuries, swearing┆wc 697

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: soo...ik injuries aren't funny..BUT i tried to make this light-hearted :( also jiji active era?? like seriously, idk whats up but i have so much motivation rn lmaoo. if you enjoyed, please reblog! i appreciate it so much <3

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"WHAT HAPPENED???? I HAVE BAND AIDS!!" a breathless heeseung bursts through the door, his hair all the place. "i cut my finger," you frown, holding up the wrapped up index finger. heeseung lets out a huge sigh of relief. "phew, baby i thought you cut off your hand!" he says dramatically. "yeah, like band aids could re-attach my hand," you snort, playfully swatting his shoulder. "you're lucky i love you or i would chop of your hand myself."

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

you had recently sprained your ankle, resulting in you being bed-bound for the next couple of days to let it heal better (jay's orders, not the doctors). your boyfriend was like a worried mom, making sure you were okay and had everything you needed. "jongie? cam you come lay with me? trust, it'll help my ankle," and how could he say no to such a cutie? "thank you for taking care of me mother jong," you giggle once he's next to you. "heyy i'm just doing proper boyfriend duties!" he whines, a small pout making his way to his lips. and what a proper boyfriend he was.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

"shit!" you yelp as you instantly retract your hand from the burning pot. rushing over to the sink to cool it down, in runs in a frantic puppy, a stressed look on his face. "what? what happened? are you okay? sweets don't die on me!!" he presses, rushing to your side and examining your burnt hand. "ah don't worry jakey, it'll be fine. it was a small burn anyway," you reassure, showing him the small patch of pink. "here lemme kiss it to make it better!" he says, softly grabbing your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your burn. "wahh! it's all better!!" you laugh, finding your boyfriend so cute. "hey i tried, okay?!"

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

sunghoon thought that it would be a great idea to push you to skate on your own, without his help. so that's what he did. he gave you a "small" nudge, which ended with you on the ice and daggers being sent his way. "yah! park sunghoon! what were you thinking!" you lecture once he helps you off the ice. "sorry princess, i thought you could do it on your own," he defends, biting his lip to suppress his laughter. "yah! now my bum hurts," you pout, crossing your arms and turning away from sunghoon. two arms wrap around your waist and a sweet kiss is planted on your neck. "i'm sorry my love. don't be mad," he mumbles into your neck. and how could you stay mad?

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

"ynnie? are you okay? i got your message!" sunoo rushed home after receiving a text from you, saying that you had somehow managed to break your finger. "huh? oh! oh yeah! i'm alright, just a bit sore," you say, showing him the cast on your finger. "my poor baby..c'mon, let's go watch a movie, it'll make it better," he smiles sympathetically. "maybe i should break my finger more often so you're always nice to me," you laugh, receiving a smack to your shoulder.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

"shit balls!" you yell out, immediately applying pressure to your finger. you weren't careful enough with the knife and ended up cutting your finger, but luckily, not deep. "baby? what happened? you okay?" jungwon rushes into the kitchen, his leader instincts kicking in. "yeah..i was just clumsy and cut my finger," you mumble sheepishly. "alright," he chuckles. "let's get this wrapped up yeah?" he presses a kiss to your forehead before leading you to wonnie's clinic.

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

"agckh-" you bang your head on the shelf behind you on accident as you were trying to grab something from a higher shelf. riki walks in to see you holding your head, mumbling about why someone would put a shelf right there. "little love? you okay?" he asks, half concerned, half smiling at how adorable you were. "yeah, i hit my head on this stupid shelf," you say, making a face at the shelf. "alright, c'mon, lemme kiss it better," he smiles, opening his arms to you. "next time, don't pick a fight with a shelf, it's unprofessional," he laughs into your hair, pressing one more kiss on your head.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[sommerregenjuniluft]

barty (who in my head is a beater... no clue if that's canon) constantly targeting james with the bludgers to the point where he gets fouled quite often and james is sooo smug about it, constantly verbally berating barty whenever he flies by. of course this all comes to a head after the game when barty pics a fight about it and it all ends up with them fucking (of course)

BARTY. IS. A. BEATER🗣️🗣️🗣️ louder for the ppl in the back cass!!!!!!

yesyes absolutely and it’s ridiculous really because barty is basically Training james that way like he’s gotten rly good at dodging them too and then Barty just has to get better, more percise and basically they make eacc other better like AGCKH and also there is really no need for james to fly past the slytherin bench where barty sits in timeout after being exchanged for Misbehaving That Much esp after a goal like Mr Potter pls go get cheered at by the gryffindor section (mcg voice through the speaker) and yes they indeed fuck sloppy nasty hot and steamy in the locker rooms after<3

[chihirolovebot]

Animation is taking a bit longer than expected, so here’s a frame sketch lol

AGCKH !! IM SO EXCITED !!!! 1take ur time tho legend + know that im looking forward to this iMMENSELY

[snailmusic]

agckh

how so good??? it has little instruments?!?! i am in love?!? akchgk

[heyiwrotesomethings]

You can’t just leave the new Shinobu fic like that! i humbly request a part 2 whenever you get the chance, thank you!

Small Revenge

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I’m pretty sure that this was about the Small Stranger fic prompt. I had a bit of a tough time with this one for some reason. I had to resort to Drawfee Law and delete my work for this lol. I like this draft better than the first, but it’s a bit of a crack fic I think. Hope you find something to like about it! Read the first part HERE! Word Count: 1,326.

Shinobu was at her wits end. Did nothing bother this girl?

Ever since (Y/n) had unequivocally insulted her height so severely that Shinobu felt like she should rub burn cream on her skin. Shinobu had made numerous excuses to keep the other demon slayer at her estate to get back at her. The problem was that was well over three months ago. No matter what she did, (Y/n) never seemed bothered.

“(Y/n)-san, how’s the weather up there?”

“Good morning, Kochou-sama! It is a beautiful day today isn’t it?”

Or,

“Aw, too slow (Y/n)-san, looks like it was the last onigiri too. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, Kochou-sama, you can have it! Who knows, you could still be growing. You just keep eating all you want, okay?”

Shinobu all but punched the onigiri into (Y/n)’s mouth and stormed off.

Agckh!!! Owh, thnk ou, ochou-sma!” (Y/n) spoke around the rice, trying not to choke.

Then there was that one time,

“(Y/n), could you go out a find me this flower?” Shinobu asked sweetly, showing (Y/n) a picture of a flower that wasn’t even native to Japan.

“Of course! I won’t let you down!” She beamed, taking the picture and bolting out the door.

Shinobu was sure she’d be gone all day, maybe even half the night too, before (Y/n) gave up. She felt a little evil, but in the fun way. What she didn’t expect was for (Y/n) to burst into her lab six hours later covered in dirt and scratches, hair wildly out of place, and pristine flower in hand.

“I got it, Kochou-sama!”

“Wh… where did you find this?”

“Well, I thought I saw it on this steep cliff so I started climbing and I was getting pretty close, but then I slipped and fell into the river. The current was strong, so I had to fight a bit before I made back to shore. Then I ran into this guy, he was really nice, couldn’t understand a word he said though. Anyway, so I show him the picture of the flower— here that is by the way, sorry it’s wet and kinda crumply— and he just happened to have some growing in a flower pot back at his place! How lucky is that?”

“Yes, so lucky…” Shinobu’s smile twitched as she placed the flower and the picture carelessly on the table.

Worse yet, (Y/n) just kept digging into her without even meaning to.

“Who the hell put that there?” Shinobu muttered to herself, stretching as high as she could to reach the microscope resting on a shelf too high for her to reach. “Damn it, where is that fucking stepping stool.”

“Hi, Kochou-sama! What is it like working in a lab like this? It’s so cool… hey! What are you trying to grab there? Do you need help? Here!”

“(Y/n)-san!” It took everything in her not to kick (Y/n) in the face for picking her up by the waist so she could reach the microscope. Shinobu grabbed the device in an iron grip and looked down at (Y/n)’s stupid, smiling face, “Put me down. Now.”

“Okay!”

It didn’t matter what Shinobu did! (Y/n) always came out of their interactions none the wiser and twice as happy. It was driving Shinobu absolutely mad!

The overly enthusiastic slayer had bested her, it was time for Shinobu to go quietly lick her wounds and try to forget this whole thing ever happened. She took her tea out on the engawa and tried to find whatever shred of dignity she had left.

“Kochou-sama!” (Y/n) called from further out in the yard, apparently she had been training.

“Damn it.” Shinobu sighed under her breath, taking a sizable gulp of tea that may or may not have hade a little saké in it to take the edge off. She watched with thinly veiled annoyance as (Y/n) bounded up to her like an excited puppy.

“Kochou-sama, will you train with me? It would be an honor!” (Y/n) asked, practically vibrating with excitement.

“No.” Shinobu answered flatly.

“Awww, please? Please, Kochou-sama? Just for a little while?”

Shinobu looked at (Y/n) over her tea cup and tilted her head thoughtfully. Oh, what the hell? Maybe knocking (Y/n) around a bit would be satisfying.

“Fine, fine.” Shinobu sighed, setting her cup down.

“Yes!” (Y/n) pumped her fists into the air and ran back to the spot she had been training in, waving at Shinobu to hurry along. “Is hand to hand okay?”

“Sure.”

“When should we start?”

“Now.”

(Y/n) just barely managed to block a kick from Shinobu. Not wasting anytime, she shot her arm outward to throw a punch meeting nothing but air.

“My, (Y/n)-san you are quite strong to be holding me up like this.” Shinobu observed from her new vantage point, standing atop (Y/n)’s outstretched arm.

“Hey!”

(Y/n) swiped her arm out, flinging Shinobu off. Then she stepped forward and tried to punch again, and again and again. Nothing was connecting, as to be expected when going against the fastest Hashira, (Y/n) supposed.

Shinobu on the other hand, was having a great time watching (Y/n) tire out. Finally, some retribution! She smiled as she kicked (Y/n)’s legs out from under her and left her sprawled out on the grass.

“Timber!” Shinobu clapped her hands together.

(Y/n) rocketed back up to her feet, not ready to be counted out just yet, but Shinobu was ready for her, slipping behind her and scaling up her body until she was sitting on (Y/n)’s shoulders. Without much thought about it, she kissed the top of (Y/n)’s head. Surprising even her self with the random affectionate gesture. Feeling the need to defend herself for some reason, she said,

“Oh, apologies (Y/n)-san. You are so tall I thought I was climbing a tree.” Not the best explanation by far, she shouldn’t have put saké in her cup… but the nonsense excuse didn’t seem to matter.

“You kiss trees too?”

“Too?”

“Some trees are cute! Am I a cute tree, Kochou-sama?”

Shinobu’s response was to twirl around (Y/n) and offset her balance enough to send her crashing to the ground. “I think that’s enough training for the day.” Shinobu turned away to pick up her ‘tea’.

“Okay! What are we going to do now?” (Y/n) asked, bounding up behind her.

Shinobu turned around, ready to tell (Y/n) that she should take a nap or something, but then she took in (Y/n) lovestruck, yet nervous body language and paused. A small smirk came to her lips that steadily grew the more (Y/n) struggled to look her in the eye.

“Oh my, (Y/n)-san, what ever is the matter? Is all of this from one little kiss?”

“N-no.”

Ah, a weakness! Finally, something Shinobu could exploit… but in a friendly way! Well, not friendly, but not nefarious— well, now it sounded like she was taking advantage. Just— listen! She’d be lying if she didn’t think (Y/n) was infuriatingly adorable, that every time she got excited over any simple thing, Shinobu’s heart felt full of warmth. (Y/n) was like a puppy without all that god awful fur.

“(Y/n)-san, come here.”

“Okay…”

(Y/n) jogged over, not expecting Shinobu’s hand to shoot out and drag her by the collar to bend to Shinobu’s height. With great care, and a deliberate lack of speed, Shinobu’s lips grazed (Y/n)’s cheek. Only parting just enough to whisper into (Y/n)’s ear,

“Is a little kiss really all it takes to embarrass you like this?”

“Kochou-sama!” (Y/n)’s skin heated up tenfold. She quickly disentangled from Shinobu’s light grip on her uniform and dashed into the mansion, “I— I’ll see you later! I think I heard Kanao-san calling me!”

“Kanao’s voice isn’t nearly loud enough to carry out here. Why would she call for you anyway?”

“Coming Kanao-san!” (Y/n) ignored her.

Shinobu giggled quietly to herself. It hadn’t been in the way she expected, but this small taste of revenge was sweet nonetheless. No reason it had to stop now! She made her way into the estate after (Y/n) to see just how flustered she could get.

[bunniepaws]

zoinks

[a-pair-of-iris]

Martes hoy, Martes mañana, Martes toda la Semana.

ME ATRASÉ!! Esto es para el día 3 del argchiweek, el tema era mitos y leyendas.

Primero quería que Martín fuera el chonchon molestanto a Manuel, pero con la información que encontré tenía más sentido que Manu fuera el brujo. Pero Martín sigue siendo el que jode.

Martín tendía a no creerse mucho los cuentos de los viejos en el pueblo, si lo hiciera no podría pegar ni un ojo por las noches pensando en todas las cosas asechando fuera de la ventana. Pero su escepticismo no lo salvó del salto que dio su corazón citadino cuando escuchó el terrible sonido de esos pájaros infernales.

¡Tue-Tue-Tue! Gritaban los condenados desde las ramas de los arboles. No es que pudiera verlos per se, con lo oscuro que se había tornado el sendero por el que caminaba, pero los sentía pasando por encima de su cabeza, y si forzaba la vista un poco lograba vislumbrar sus formas redondas en las copas.

Para ser sinceros, estaba muerto de miedo. Por eso mismo no podía recordar qué se suponía que debía hacer.

-¡Pasa tu camino! ¡Pasa tu camino! –Otro par voló por encima de su cabeza, y quiso alegrarse, al menos iban quedando cada vez menos. Si era por la frase o porque les molestaban sus gritos, no tenía idea.

Siguió andando por el sendero con las piernas tiritonas, viendo esas bolas negras alejándose una por una, hasta que llegó a las orillas del pueblo donde se estaba quedando, ya con un poco más de confianza luego de media hora debajo de esas cosas que lo único que hacían era cantarle Tue-Tue. Fue por su ligera sensación de logro, y por pura estupidez, que antes de salir del bosque miró directamente hacia una de esas oscuras siluetas y dijo.

-¡Te invito a mi casa mañana! –Riéndose para sus adentros, se fue trotando por una de las calles del pueblo derechito a su casa.

Habría olvidado por completo ese evento, si no fuera por el chico gótico que recibió al otro día en su puerta.

-Vengo a comer por su invitación de ayer –Dijo el joven moreno en su puerta, con voz molesta y cara de que en verdad no quería poner ni un pie dentro de la sala. Martín sintió que iba a desmayarse.

-… ¿Ah? –Preguntó el rubio muy inteligentemente. El chico gótico pareció más hastiado todavía.

-La invitación de ayer agila’o. No invitas a un brujo a comer solo para divertirte, a menos que quieras problemas –En ese momento enarcó una ceja y ladeó la cabeza- ¿A menos que quieras que te de problemas? –El brillo en sus ojos hacía parecer que no estaba opuesto a la idea.

-¡Agckh…! –Martín se quitó de la entrada y le señaló con la mano que pasara, sintiendo un temblor atravesándole la espalda cuando la cara del joven perdió un poco de su entusiasmo.

-Lo haremos aburrido entonces… -Murmuró el joven antes de pasar, miró la sala desinteresadamente y caminó hasta la cocina sin decir nada más. Martín siguió de piedra a un lado de la entrada con la puerta abierta mirando con ojos grandes al brujo en su casa.

-¿Vas a darme de comer o no? ¡Aún puedo darte un mal de ojo!

…

-¡Esperá! ¿Significa que cada vez que te inviten tenés que ir? –Martín miraba al brujo con los ojos grandes, fascinado con toda la nueva información que estaba recibiendo. Siendo que no quería ni un hechizo o talismán del moreno, este terminó concediéndole un par de preguntas para saciar su curiosidad.

-Sí, así que mejor no vayas tirando invitaciones a tontas y a locas, algunos vivimos muy lejos para andar haciendo el viaje a pie solo para divertirte –El moreno seguía con la misma cara amargada con la que llegó, aunque se olvidó de ella por un momento cuando estaba comiendo la carne asada de Martín.

-Oh… -La emoción del rubio cayó un poco, había tenido la intención de seguir haciéndolo a ver qué otra clase de brujos conocía- Pero tú vuelas…

El chico dejó caer la cabeza hacia un lado y lo miró como si fuera muy, pero muy tonto. Martín se sintió un poco ofendido al respecto.

-Creo que la gente no estaría muy entusiasmada de recibir solo una cabeza con alas en su casa –Habló lento, sin quitarle la mirada de encima. Martín culparía a sus ojitos cafés por las palabras que salieron de su boca a continuación.

-No sé qué tanto, tenes un rostro muy bello en realidad –Juraría que hasta los grillos se callaron luego de escucharlo. Sintió la cara caliente, pero no se atrevió a apartar su mirada del brujo sentado frente a él. El moreno parecía congelado en su asiento, y Martín llegó a preguntarse si estaba respirando, hasta que se levantó de un salto y fue hasta la puerta.

-Terminamos, me voy –Dijo con voz plana y sin voltearse a mirarlo. Martín se levantó tan rápido que mandó la silla directo al suelo, pero no se detuvo hasta que alcanzó al chico justo en la puerta.

-¡Esperá! Decíme tu nombre aunque sea –Se puso frente al moreno para taparle la entrada, este entrecerró los ojos y lo miró con desconfianza.

-¿Por qué?

-Solo, decíme… ¿Sí? –Abrió grande sus ojos, tratando de conseguir la mirada de cachorrito que todos decían que le salía de chico.

Cuando el brujo gruñó, supo que lo había conseguido.

-Manuel, y ahora córrete que me tengo que ir… -Trató de pasar a un lado de él pero el rubio le agarró la muñeca antes de que pudiera tocar la puerta.

-Solo, una última pregunta –Le sonrió cuando el brujo lo miró con rabia, pero finalmente asintió, dándole permiso- ¿Por dónde dices que pasas para ir a tus reuniones? –Su sonrisa se ensanchó cuando Manuel lo miró con espanto.

…

-¡Manuel! ¡Mañana en mi casa! ¡Te haré un bife para morirse!

Juraría que los Tue-Tue de la bola negra en el cielo se hicieron aún más furiosos después de eso.

…

-Te estás buscando tu mal de ojo, niño tonto –Le dijo Manuel, por la cuarta vez que tuvo que presentarse en su casa a comer.

-¡Oh, por favor, nadie te alimenta como yo! –Lo hizo pasar con una sonrisa en el rostro, recibiéndole su chaqueta negra antes de que el moreno pudiera decirle que no.

-Solo dame el chorizo que me prometiste, y más te vale que no te pongas a cantar esta vez, suenas como un cerdo antes de morir…

…

-Flaco.

-Gordo –Manuel se había olvidado de las formalidades como por la sexta vez que había terminado en la puerta de Martín, ya solo lo miraba hasta que el rubio hablara y respondía a lo que fuera que dijera. Hasta había dejado libre todos los martes de su semana para pasarse a comer a la casa de Martín.

Era el cortejo más raro que había tenido, pero no negaba que el rubio fuera encantador.

…

-Manu…

-¿Mmm? –Manuel levantó su cara de donde se estaba llenando con medias lunas.

-¿Voy a tener que seguir invitando a tu versión con alas o podemos fijar una cita ahora que tienes dos piernas?

-… ¿De qué citas estamos hablan…?

-No te hagas el que no sabe.

-… bueno, pero tú pagas.

…

Resulta que Manuel sí vivía lejos, en la ciudad, y Martín se preguntaba cómo es que nadie en el departamento se había dado cuenta de la cabeza voladora saliendo por la ventana cada semana.

-Se supone que nadie puede vernos, Martín, por eso supe que eras anormal desde el principio, y un completo acosador, más encima.

-¿De qué estás hablando? ¡Soy el caza brujas, Manu! Deberías admirar la magnitud de mis poderes.

- Ja, ja…

Martín terminó invitándose solo al departamento de Manuel, pero terminó convenciéndolo que así al menos no tenía que atravesar medio país para tener una comida decente.

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