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m1ckeyb3rry · 7 months ago

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UNFORTUNATELY?? Nay….I say that the hair gel jokes are one of the highlights of his character…package deal yk….i know EXACTLY which panel you’re referring to HAHA I think every Karasu fan has that hiding in a little corner of the brain somewhere….but also I really wanna know what made him chose that specific shape Ike I get shaping it up but bro really said lemme make it pointy and sharp in the front too…like let me extend this far beyond my forehead….anyways…

But I TOTALLY feel you!!! I’m not much of a shipper myself either (both in BLLK and general media), just here to enjoy the hype and the goofy little men kicking balls! I do love the dynamics between characters though (like Barou and Chigiri, Karasu and Hiori, Otoya and Karasu, nagi and Barou, etc there’s too many LOL) but I’ve just never felt the seen anything really romantically although I don’t mind other ppl doing so! Maybe Karasu lovers are just on another wavelength bc I resonate a lot with what you said LOL I love analyzing lore and everything and seeing the different interactions and dynamics between characters, but I’ve never felt the need to push a specific romantic agenda to develop my understanding of them or their background…They’re so silly though I love those little almost slice of life moments where they’re just doing the funniest things…speaking of slice of life the bowling off day I cannot wait for that to be animated BUT what are your thoughts on tabieitaken outfits…I’ve heard mixed reviews and would love to hear your take LMAO

And LMAO RIN’S ENTRANCE so funny I fr lost it when I heard his theme music playing like oh my

I also only really consume the sub content and I agree!! I think it’s really cool how they hired some smaller/less known jp vas and how well they fit!!! Esp like Isagi and Bachira I think their voices are also perfect for them! I’m also really hoping eightbit puts their heart and soul into animating 2nd selection ppl bc I will also not survive if they’re all done dirty

And UGH HIORI I’m ngl I feel like he’s almost kinda a package deal with Karasu kinda like how Otoya is like….by default since I like Karasu those two end up growing on me too and I’m gonna be real I think your work (both white butterfly and the Hiori cameos in the Karasu series) have been converting me even more….its like I’ve been enlightened fr but their dynamic is so hilarious!! I agree I also thought that it was Karasu who was more interested in Hiori but then the LIGHT NOVEL HAHAHAHA I’m so glad they made that!! I’m crossing my fingers for an Otoya and Karasu version too!! I know the Yukimiya chapter is coming out this month so YAYY

The BLLK cast just has too many good characters it’s like my favs have to evolve to keep up LOLLL as of rn at the top it’s basically Karasu and like I’ve mentioned a little earlier Hiori is really growing on me too….esp in the latest manga chapters too like seeing him genuinely smile I’m like omg my boy!!! I think I’m probably a little biased too just because I also love his hair color like…coincidentally my fav shade of blue….Other than those two I’d say probably Chigiri!!! He’s so sassy I love it, and then Otoya nagi and Rin are a close second….its so hard to choose I’d fr just make an in depth tier list if I had the motivation LMAO but yeah uhh tldr in approximate ordered ranking…Karasu, Hiori, Chigiri, nagi, Otoya, rin….i think…..

You’re real for that though….the duality of nagi…6’3 squishable man fr…I also love the little miffy expression he makes it’s so cute <33

Also ugh yeah….fanon mischaracterization….really not it…I agree the mischaracterization for Rin is INSANE and NAGI TOO?? I definitely didn’t like Rin as much before but I think he also eventually grew on me when I realized he’s kinda just a dork who doesn’t know how to act and is dealing with some crap….luckily I don’t see as much mischaracterization of Nagi here specifically but generally in the fandom I know ppl say some wild things like throwing around that he’s a red flag or something and I’m like….are we talking about the same person? The dude who can’t even be bothered to wake up and dress himself like…Ofc diff interpretations can bring more interesting ideas and ppl are welcome to interpret things differently but yeah some I feel take a little too much artistic liberty…or straight up just make up facts but :/

And THANK YOU HAHA I’ll always have plenty of thoughts for you LMAO I’m like spilling all of my BLLK thoughts here and I love just chatting with you <3

YOU’RE SO RIGHT it’s not karasu if his hair isn’t getting made fun of just a bit 😭 pleaseee that panel is nightmare fuel HAHA i have to respect his commitment to the crow aesthetic though so i can’t hate too much 😫 he had a bit and he WENT for it

YESYES i love platonic relationships sm more!! writing and reading good friendships will always be far more enjoyable to me than romances especially rushed ones. tabieita and barounagi (as well as nagisagi to a certain extent) are my fav duos in the manga i feel like there’s always some silly nonsense going on when they’re onscreen. the nagi isagi barou trio from second selection can never be topped imo they were SO funny together but also balanced each other out super well?? super enjoyable overall. heheh i think it’s because only cool people like karasu so we’re always linked up 🫡

i feel pretty neutral abt otoya and yuki’s outfits…i think of the three yuki’s was my least fav but he still looked good!! otoya’s was a little goofy but it fit him so well that i can’t hate. and possibly an unpopular opinion but i LOVED karasu’s fit in the bowling chapters!! sorry but a man in a turtleneck will always get me going and tbh the trench coat made him look very mature and respectable so i loved it!! i also just love men who dress like grandparents tbf so that might be why. i feel like i have seen slander abt it but i was like 😲😍 when i saw it

RIN’S THEME HAS ME HOWLING EVERY TIME I HEAR IT BRUH WHY IS IT SO DRAMATIC HE’S SO STUPID (<- affectionate) KFDHSKKS although tbf barou’s lion growling and chigiri’s guitar solo aren’t any less over the top…smth abt rin’s specifically is insane to me though like he is fr trying out for a part in attack on titan or smth

okay honestly hiori has been growing on me for the same reasons which is hilarious because i feel like i wrote him so differently in white butterfly vs fwtkac?? like in wb he’s so sad and ghostly and sickeningly in love vs in fwtkac he’s just karasu x y/n’s goofy little shadow that they are mystified by but cannot help loving 😭 i think that’s a good example though of how the same character can be written differently while still seeming in character!! i actually have a couple more hiori requests that i’m going to work on once i’m done with the karasu ones so you have that to look forward to if you’re a fan of him as well 💖

ALL OF THE LIGHT NOVELS ARE SO OUT OF POCKET…craziest parts to me are when a bunch of girls refuse to wake up/talk to/touch nagi because they think he’s the cursed child of the devil and hiori trying to follow karasu home but then getting caught and #pranked by crow boy. i feel like an otoya ln would just be his extensive dating history FJDJSKAB but tbh i would read!! and ofc a karasu one would be super fun asw. i feel like if there were ones written abt yuki and ARYU of all characters there definitely will be ones for those two!! fingers crossed anyways

you’re so real for that…my top three has been p solid for a while now (nagi, karasu, barou) but four and five change so frequently HAHAH i think atm i would say in order it’s nagi, karasu, barou, reo, and maybe kaiser or one of the itoshi bros?? but only MY versions of them JDDHSK. otoya is a character i cannot help but slander though he is growing on me for sure and chigiri is an hm because i’m not attracted to him per se but he’s like my bestie yk. speaking of otoya slander omg i am so sorry in advance but he gets DOGGED on in the next part of fwtkac 😭😭😭 it’s all in good fun though but it had to happen alas

EVERY TINE NAGI GOES :x I SQUEAL he’s so cuteee but also enormous?? he’s just a big fluffy koala i love him and i want to carry him around in my pocket and take care of him forever 🥹

ohhh the mischaracterization of those two is frightening!! like no i’m sorry nagi would NOT be a cheater 😰 he’s not even that bad tbh!! he reminds me a lot of someone suffering from heavy depression and burnout…which especially considering how his light novel goes and the fact that his parents basically neglect him it’s v understandable??? he’s honestly a very sad character when you examine him on a deeper level 😕 and RIN PLEASEEE i think some people saw a hot talented dark haired character and decided he had to behave in a certain way when he’s really just an insecure unfriendly loser 😭🙏🏻 imo karasu yukimiya and aiku are what fanon rin wishes he was!!! i do think diff interpretations are fun and i’m the first to make a character ooc if that’s what i need for a fic — what gets me is when the ooc version becomes the widely accepted version of them and you can’t find anything else if that makes sense!! i wouldn’t mind ONE fic of nagi being a red flag because okay drama 🤩 but when people (more so on tik tok than her fs) act like that’s actually who he is i’m just like oh 😟

YAYYY i love talking to you as well!! as i’m sure you can tell by my extensive replies i am nothing if not a chatter…also kinning y/n’s bff in the saturday date oneshot of fwtkac because i did in fact respond to this while on the treadmill 😭 one thing abt me i will be chronically online so whenever you want to talk i’ll probably respond relatively quickly for the most part!! as long as i’m not out and abt with my friends or smth hehe

#answered asks #five ways to kill a crow

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camcamth3manman · 1 year ago

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I love cod men and their hunky boobas

I like big boobas

very squishable it always get me to kick my feet giggle hysterically and grin like I’m the fucking joker

just...big boobas

#cod men #boobas #delulu #cod mw2

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amberskyyking · 1 year ago

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Well I accidentally got ideas and un-finished my 66 chapter clone wars fic that I had purposely waited until it was complete before starting to post, sooo… Disillusioned is gonna feature WAY more Corrie & Commander Fox whump in addition to everything else packed into it, and I’m very excited! Bunch of rogue clones, a disaster nat-born pilot and Senator Chuchi, off kicking ass, taking names and saving each other. I know OCs don’t get a ton of attention but I love all my lil squishable blorbos very much! So they get trauma but also hugs. Lots of hugs. Link below!

Disillusioned on AO3

Am I gonna start something for every day of the week? Not that I'm aware of, LOL. But let's give this a try? Maybe I'll alternate fanfic and fanart... Or make a separate day. Who knows.

Fanfic Authors: What are you CURRENTLY working on (choose ONE, haha) and what's your favorite part about it?

Don't be shy, share a link! 🤓

#star wars fanfiction #clone wars fanfiction #commander Fox demanded inclusion #they’re all so squishable #star wars oc #riyo chuchi #clone troopers need a hug

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khoipyan · 2 years ago

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romantic floyd headcanons

where’s all the fun if everything’s boring? that’s why you’re stuck with floyd.

warnings; no major ones, all fluff here!

by the way, this is gender neutral (you/your pronouns only) and romantic. definitely not meant to be platonic at all! floyd and you are dating in his fic :)

notes; writers block appears, and i’m out of energy. i suddenly simp so very hard for my eel boy ever since his birthday and i start screaming and crying and magically start typing??? my fingers moved on their own???? so weird… anyways i will smile so hard abiyt floyd that wiklk wkadjk,cwejfi92nf9noid snsjaa fEWFGFG! HAIHDQ1! V!@E:L

floyd leech

starting off into your relationship, he’s very bold. floyd doesn’t believe in ‘dating stages’, why wait until a certain point to do a romantic gesture? unless you express your discomfort and show him that you want to take it slow, expect him to be dragging you through the halls while holding your hands on the very first day of dating.

gets all excited just thinking about you. if you both can’t meet up for specific reasons that day (like being busy, for example) he’ll get so giddy for the next time you guys meet. even if it’s tomorrow, he can’t hold in his excitement as he squeezes the life out of one of his pillows.

I like to think floyd does things like roll around his bed, or kick his feet subtly during class as he leans on his hand, daydreaming about romance scenarios between you and him.

hopeless romantic floyd? hear me out. under the sea, he's heard all the cheesy romance stories of humans and he found them interesting... and rather cute. he wishes to experience those stories he's heard. especially with you!... HOPELESS ROMANTIC FLOYD!

he likes to lean on you, regardless if you're shorter than him or not. you better not drop him to the ground! or he'll chase you around >:(

(woah i became a poet in that line)

clingy clingy clingy... so excited to see you during anytime that he'll literally push past people without a care, while running through the halls to jump into your arms! better have your arms WIIIDE open for him!

i think floyd is a bit more considerate when squeezing you. he'll definitely squeeze you a lot (and much more than anybody else) because you’re his significant other, but he's more gentle. it's still tight, but not in a suffocating way. in a soft, warm and kind way. if you're fragile, he'll make sure to be VERY gentle. what a good boy!

if harm comes your way, expect him to bother you about it (in a loving way). he hates seeing you so down, especially because something happened. if a specific situation was because of a certain student however… they won’t be bothering you again. ^_^

i think floyd loves headpats. it makes him feel warm inside, and when you rub his head… he’s already ascending.

i’m also a firm believer that floyd loves to squish your cheeks, even if your cheeks aren’t that squishy. he’ll find a way to squish your face anyways. however, if you squish HIS cheeks, he’ll just let you! doesn’t mind at all. i’d say that floyd has a squishable face :)

likes to sneak you free things at mostro lounge. complimentary drink, maybe a small snack… and a coupon for 25% off a meal. you question if floyd is even allowed to do this, though he tells you not to worry.

if he’s in a bad mood and you’re just sitting there (perhaps on a couch or something similar), expect him to flop down onto your lap. laying his head on your lap and looking up at your face already makes him feel much better (bonus points if you start playing with his hair)!

overall, floyd is a very loveable person. just be patient with him and he’ll make sure to do the same for you.

— due to be edited at anytime —

#writing!🍤#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd #floyd leech #twst floyd leech #twst floyd #twst fluff #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x you #floyd leech x y/n #twisted wonderland floyd leech #twst wonderland #disney twst #scrib.bles🫧

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thebibliosphere · 2 years ago

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You mentioned mothman and while I’m not the biggest squishmallow fan I did contemplate buying their mothman baby.

https://www.squishable.com/squishables/mini_squish_baby_mothman_7.html

Ah, that's cute! We've got some mothman plushies kicking about already, otherwise I might buy that for @mothman-etd

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Ooo I got this idea from lumosinlove's blog, what about a fic where Remus looks at all of Sirius' baby pictures? Maybe right after they got together, before getting outed?

That's so cute! The setting is a little different than your request since I really love writing Regulus and Hattie, but I hope you like it! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but the pup is mine <3

Sirius knew something was wrong the second he stepped into the living room. Remus looked up at him from his spot on the floor with a devious smile—Regulus was looking far too pleased as he stroked Hattie like an evil James Bond villain.

“Regulus, what the fuck did you do?”

His traitorous little brother shrugged. “Gave your fiancé some presents.”

“Oh my god,” Remus said under his breath as he stared down at a small piece of paper, his grin widening. “Oh, baby, you were adorable.”

Sirius’ blood ran cold. “No.”

Regulus’ eyes glittered. “Yes.”

Remus made a soft sound and held the photo up for him to see; Sirius felt part of his soul wither as he looked down at his nine-month-old self, laying on a blanket and staring up at the camera in shock. “Look at those eyes,” Remus cooed, staring at it a moment longer. “You were so tiny!”

“Where did you—”

“Took ‘em with me when I left.” Regulus broke his peanut butter cracker in half and handed one side to Hattie. “It’s not like the parental units were doing anything with them, and I figured Remus would get a kick out of it.”

“You were correct.” Remus reached into the box and pulled out another handful. “You’ve seen my embarrassing high school yearbook photos, and this is payback. Jesus Christ, you were so squishable.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to squish babies.” Sirius sighed in resignation as he sat across from him. “Just so you know, we’re burning these when you’re done.”

Remus looked up at him in utter horror and held the box close to his chest. “And erase all memory of your cute little baby face? Fuck no, I’m framing these.”

“Not in this house, you’re not.”

“I swear to god I’ll wallpaper the sidewalk if I have to.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes at him, but Remus stared right back. On the couch, Regulus whistled lowly. “Oryou could pick a few and put the rest in the attic. Just a thought.”

“Since when are you reasonable?” Sirius snorted.

Remus’ playful glare softened into puppy eyes. “Please?”

“Fine, we won’t burn them.”

“I’ll let you pick which one of mine you want to put up if you let me pick one of yours.”

“You already chose one, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” Remus drew out the word long enough to confirm Sirius’ suspicions. He sighed again, defeated, and held his hand out. The photo was old, and dated with a simple Sirius, 18 mois.He was sitting by the ancient fireplace in footie pajamas, with a few curls flopping into his eyes as he beamed, toothless.

“That’s pretty cute,” he admitted. Remus pumped his fist and set it aside, then returned to the box. “Woah, woah, you already chose!”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look at the rest of these. I haven’t found any rubber duck ones yet, but there’s gotta be—oh, hell yeah!”

#sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #hattie #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #baby pictures

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mintchocohip · 4 years ago

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sub!bts as pillow princesses [headcanons]

╺ requested | the ot7 as pillow princesses!

pillow princess ~ somebody who prefers to receive.

╺ note | sub!bts x domme!reader. see each member for any other kinks and warnings.

👑 TAEHYUNG | other kinks: spanking, princess endearment | ↬

Squeezed, cuddled, kissed onto the nearest flat surface, adored from head to toe; breathlessly hoping you’ll slide your hand back around his throat next time your lips move along the crest of his ear—Taehyung needs to feel loved. Happiness compounds until his mind is spinning so hard he can’t reciprocate. He’s too dreamy not to act bratty over complex instructions, but Taehyung can follow simple commands to arch his back, put his arms over his head, or roll over.

Eventually, your generosity emboldens Taehyung. On lazy sun-streaked afternoons spent in bed he curls up against the pillow and whimpers when you tell him to get on top. "Demanding princess,” you sigh out the frustration. Taehyung stops whimpering instantly. Hearing that word dazzles him. Thankfully, you sense how much he likes it. Your typical clicks of “naughty boys only learn from spankings,” become “this spoiled princess needs to be taught a lesson”—and Taehyung finally has a title that makes him blush.

👑 YOONGI | other kinks: mommy kink, biting | ↬

！ warning: body image

There are several positions Yoongi prefers in life. Sitting is comfortable. Laying flat on his back is serene. Yoongi smiles faintly when you tell him you want to do the work. Still, he understands the value of luxurious treatment. It’s exhausting. Yoongi doesn’t slip. He’s your angel, and it’s his duty to be cute for you every day. Pious grooming that unholsters the tweezers, coffee scrubs that make him soft, exercise, a dab of makeup, a hint of your favorite cologne between his pecs, and pretty selfies on-demand are efforts to tempt somebody who already adores him. Nonetheless. Yoongi earns it. He needs to. It embarrasses him to think you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off even if he didn't look like your dream boy.

“I’m amazed,” you smile up at Yoongi, “that my little slut can keep his hands to himself. I look pretty down here, don’t I? You know Mommy likes using her toy without interruption,” a kiss on his cock punctuates the admiration, “smart boy.” Yoongi presses his fingertips into his collarbones politely. He doesn’t necessarily enjoy how lazily you suck his cock when he’s forbidden to squirm, stroke your hair, and beg for more. Yoongi does love the praise. He’s just glad his nervous giggles aren’t on the list of bite-worthy transgressions.

👑 JUNGKOOK | other kinks: collaring, pegging | ↬

In public Jungkook kisses your hair and slips his hand into your jeans pocket with an easy confidence. Everything changes when bedroom doors close. During the early, uncollared days of the relationship you wondered if Jungkook was shy—awkward; or just inexperienced. Now, the collar hugging his throat tells Jungkook it’s okay to shut out every confused instinct. He’s yours. That’s all he needs to be.

Jungkook lurks in lifestyle group chats. He never thought much about his obsession with pegging before reading grievances about entitled subs neglecting the person behind their favorite toys made him put down his phone, stare at the wall, and question everything. He struggles to talk about it. “When I want something I take it,” you comfort Jungkook by digging a fist into his hair after he stutters through another reminder that he’ll do something different if you prefer, “and I want this.” Jungkook smiles and chokes on a faint sound of understanding. He’s breathing into the mattress and the strap buried in his ass, but he needed to check before he lets go completely.

👑 HOSEOK | other kinks: objectification, marathon sex, toys | ↬

Cleaning your home, shopping for you, and wearing more of the outfits you like are ways to please you that Hoseok understands. Sacrificing his naked body is equally sensible. He knows he has a handsome face, lithe curves, and a generous cock to provide. Calling this an act of service for the moments when you need to burn off frustration or relieve excess hyper joy helps him curtail the embarrassing reality that he gets off on being used. How you exploit this passivity isn’t too important. You make Hoseok feel good by enjoying him however you need.

"My chewy-oowie gingerbread cookie,” the affliction of Hoseok’s post-orgasm uselessness keeps you by his side after the silence clears from his ears and his fucked-out world of blurry darkness becomes light, “why are you so sweet? So soft,” you trace circles on his tummy, “very squishable.” Hydration, 3 A.M. homemade pancakes with steaming hot coffee, massage, and baby-talk fill the long, long gaps when Hoseok’s senses are returning. Spoiling such a good boy with the Hitachi and your hand feels correct to you. Whether or not he feels spoiled after his orgasms have turned dry and birds are singing outside doesn’t negate that you’re doing this is out of love.

👑 JIMIN | other kinks: bondage, gags | ↬

！ warning: topdrop

Jimin knows exactly what he needs. If it feels like you spend more time sitting on the living room floor talking to your boyfriend about sex than actually fucking him—you aren’t wrong. If he’s going to trust you to tie him up and make him feel good, though, Jimin needs you to understand everything. Finding that balance between your fantasies, his fantasies, and folding them together is the confidence that allows him to surrender. When you're sitting at your desk tomorrow evening trying to get some work done while Jimin’s crawling all over you and kissing your neck for attention—all you need to do is remember his vivid confessions, roll up your sleeves, and let intuition fill in the blanks.

Flow state settles into quiet numbness while Jimin cozies up to your side and nestles like a kitten. Feeling a little empty when you've given so much is inevitable. “I’m glad I have you,” Jimin sounds extra sweet after ribbons of used bondage tape are kicked off the bed and his gagged voice has reappeared in a crystalline sigh, “you’re amazing. You make me feel… transcendent. Tell me how it felt for you. Please.” You sip the coconut water Jimin just offered you, sigh, and think. You dedicated every ounce of energy in the air to showing Jimin exactly how you feel. Loving him is instinct. This is reflection—and Jimin is an amazing listener.

👑 NAMJOON | other kinks: general roughness, edging, somnophilia | ↬

All Namjoon can give you is instant surrender. Attempts to pretend he won’t tremble the moment you put a little pressure on him are endearingly futile. There are simple things that dig under his skin. Having his wrists pinned is nice. Mostly, Namjoon is just flattered that, apparently, you really like it when he turns his head to the side and closes his eyes like that’ll protect him. You’re bullying him with pleasure, of course. Namjoon is still learning lessons in denial. Until he masters that art, you can tease him with unpredictable ebbs of gentle touch and say evil things to unlock the cute helplessness that only motivates you to handle him rougher.

“Why are you leaving?” Namjoon’s stomach sinks when he wakes up to feel you slide off the bed. “You fell asleep. It’s okay to prioritize sleep.” Weekly edging sessions can stretch for hours. Tonight, you were only touching him for a few seconds before Namjoon’s sleep-deprived brain convinced him it was safe to relax. “Sorry. I don’t want you to feel insulted.” “I’m not insulted. Would you be insulted if I didn’t stop after you fell asleep?” “No.” A few clothed, fully awake talks make it clear. You can smack his thighs to keep him awake during the pre-determined time he gives to you. On nights when he’s swimming through pleasant dreams while you’re needy and bored because he fell asleep before you there’s no reason to wander out of bed and watch porn on the couch. You’ll try your best not to wake him up. Namjoon is more than happy to be available 24/7.

👑 SEOKJIN | other kinks: toys, lingerie, elements of cfnm | ↬

Before you met Seokjin dumping a pile of expensive silicone and cheap clothespins on a partner who barely reacted was a recipe for disappointment. Seokjin appreciates novelty. He won’t complain if you want to experiment on his body for hours. Laser-focus in your gaze tracking every audible shiver that starts at his eyebrows and ends in his curling toes makes him want to hide inside himself; yet, he can’t truly feel shy when he only feels grateful to entertain you.

“Couples should match.” Seokjin states it with a twinge of irony. Wearing matching shoes in public gives him butterflies. Your suggestion of matching lingerie underneath sweatshirts and jeans gives him so many butterflies it hurts. Being the center of attention isn’t painless. Following protocol after you arrive home from a date doesn’t make it easier. Undressing while his girlfriend watches and waits fully-clothed makes his ears burn. When he’s finally down to bare necessities the kisses of crimson lipstick you cross up his skin mapping your favorite places around his pantyline and skimming close to the trim of the bralette disappear in red-on-red. His whole body is glowing hot. If he defended his pride by undressing you and kissing you back his hand might be less shaky when you hold it. Telling Seokjin to lay down on the floor and focus on nothing more than the beautiful view while you undress to do your work is absolution. He did enough. Right now, he just needs to relax.

#sub!bts #domme!reader #member x reader #ot7 post #sub!taehyung #sub!yoongi #sub!jungkook #sub!hoseok #sub!jimin #sub!namjoon #sub!seokjin #mch #headcanon

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victorie552onepiecespeedrun · 4 years ago

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Reading One Piece pt 336: Torture, Rescue And Murder, In That Order

Chapter 584

Thoughts:

- *freeze frame* Luffy, tied to a tree and about to be killed, AGAIN: You’re probably wondering how I got myself in this situation

- Luffy’s kidnappers just realized that Luffy is quite squishable. Please be too stupid for swords?

- !!!!!!!

- Why are they punching… god, there’s blood too

- “AAA! That hurt! I’m scared! Help!” and somehow Luffy managed to grow up into a pretty healthy and optimistic individual. Resilience on some children

- Meanwhile, Ace and Sabo are relocating their treasure (because Luffy knows where it is and is currently “interrogated”). What are the chances they’ll help Luffy? Pretty small. Right?

- Pirates can’t get good info on Ace and Sabo’s whereabouts, haha

- sometime later…

- treasure relocated, it’s sundown and Luffy STILL didn’t talk. Not that I expected him to, our boy ain’t no snitch

- map. Huh, it’s not that far from Windmill Village

- …wow, even these pirates think it’s cruel to beat Luffy like that

- yeah, they’re getting desperate

- “That guy’s with Bluejam. He’s got the aristocracy in his pocket.” ? how does that even work

- lawless land :(

- “Won’t tell!” “Fine! Then die!” D: D: D:

- “STOP!!” :D :D :D

- It’s Ace and Sabo!! They DID came!! YES!!!

- Rescue him!!

- little murder children :D

- mission success!!!

- wait, what are you doing, Ace

- “I’m never running from a fight!” For the love of… he sure didn’t grow out of it

- “I won’t lose to a kid!” ha!

- LATER

- …Bluejam killed that pirate that tortured Luffy (AND lost to children)… I…

- well, back to children then

- Ace is being scolded :)

- “Do you have a death wish!?” …in the light of recent events…

- LET LUFFY CRY

- he can’t even thank them properly cause Ace keeps yelling at him

- “WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST TELL THEM!? You knew these guys kill women and children without a second thought!” “If I told them, I couldn’t be your friend anymore!” LUFFYYYYY

- “So what!? It’s better than dying! Why do you want to be friends with me so bad anyway?”

“BECAUSE!! I GOT NOBODY ELSE!!”

- “I can’t go back to Windmill Village. And I hate bandits! If I don’t follow you, I’ll be all alone. I don’t want to be alone! I hate it more than being hurt!” …I knew it. Luffy above all else doesn’t want to be alone (it showed a little at Amazon Lily)

- “What about your parents?”

“I don’t have any family except Grandpa.”

“So you feel better when you’re around me? You… you need me?”

“Yeah”

That combo walked into my home and kicked me in the teeth

- “Do you… want me to be alive?” “?! Of course!” the issues in this panel

- …ok, drama’s over I think. Time for some BROTHERLY BICKERING, at last. I’m so glad

- lol, while Ace and Luffy are bonding, Sabo is like “Hey, I’m even more homeless than before, a little help here?” (he lived in the junkyard, pirates will hunt him now)

- SO THEY TOOK HIM WITH THEM TO DADAN LOL

- :) all well that ends well. Now there’s three of them

- so they’re in Goa Kingdom, cool

- “Some sort of big shot is coming to the kingdom and it’s making headlines” oh?

- “So What’s so great about these people… Celestial Dragons?” !!!!! oh no.

Absolutely nothing, Dadan. Absolutely nothing.

rOP 335 rOP 337

#one piece #one piece speed read #one piece reaction #Dadan really just went ANOTHER ONE?#these children #ain't their life hard enough WITHOUT Celestial Dragons in the picture?#why is everything so hardcore here #seriously #Oda doesn't even know what playing around means #chapter 584 #one piece chapter 584 #584 #spoiler #spoilers #have a nice day #rOP 336

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the devil to my angel | h.rj

because there’s literally no gif that fits better than this one

pairing: devil!renjun x fem!reader

warnings: uh swearing, pettiness, angst, fluff, drinking, underage drinking (looking at you string bean), honestly I don’t remember anything else i’m sorry

word count: 6k

summary: you’ve seen the cartoons. you’ve also seen your own devil that lived on your shoulder.

a/n: AYYYYYYYYYE ITS HERE!!!! I swear I was gonna post it that night but then my friend needed to get out of the house so I went with her instead, and I’ve been busy with work and errands oops. my b. but here it is! I hope it’s as good as you all expected it to be.

He showed up when you were in kindergarten. Your best friend, Jaemin, had taken the seat next to Jeno, the boy you thought was cute, when he knew you wanted to sit there. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes when all of a sudden, there was a tiny “pssst!” in your ear. Looking over, you found a tiny boy about your age sitting on your shoulder. He was wearing a red t-shirt, red shorts, and red shoes. He had protruding from his hair, and a tail that flicked back and forth.

“Take the cap off his favorite marker,” he whispered.

“What?” you asked quietly.

“Take the cap off Jaemin’s favorite marker! He deserves it after taking your spot,” he urged you.

“But then he won’t be able to use it,” you said with a pout.

“So? It’s not gonna hurt him or anything.”

He gave you a smile that you couldn’t refuse. So, you went to Jaemin’s desk at the end of the day and took the cap off the pink marker before shoving it back in his pencil box. Your stomach twisted a little, but you ignored it when you looked at the boy on your shoulder. He grinned at you one more time before disappearing.

The next morning, there were wails echoing down the hallway as Jaemin sobbed over his favorite marker having been dried out overnight. The boy on your shoulder was cackling at the reaction, but you felt tears well up in your eyes. He looked over at you and immediately started panicking.

“Why are you crying?!”

“Because I hurt Jaemin. He’s my best friend,” you mumbled. “I feel really bad.”

“He’ll be fine, Y/N. It’s just a marker.”

You still felt bad, so when it was time to color, you gave Jaemin your pink marker. It wasn’t anywhere close to his, but he gave you a giant hug and let you sit next to Jeno, so you felt better. The boy on your shoulder pouted when you tried to make things right, but he didn’t say anything.

It took you a year to find out his name was Renjun, and that was only because you were going to scold him for suggesting something too mean, only to realize you didn’t know his name. After that, he showed up whenever you were upset, giving you new ways to make the people who hurt you inconvenienced in the pettiest ways possible. Whether it was by eating the last cookie when you knew Haechan wanted it after he made fun of you for your crush on Jeno, to emptying the shampoo bottle until there were only a couple drops because your sister made Jaemin cry because he played with your Barbies with you.

You were in college now, rooming with Jaemin and Jeno. It took you forever to get over your crush on the older boy, but you still appreciated his face and didn’t hesitate to cuddle with him during movie nights. Renjun still visited, but there wasn’t much reason for him to be with you as much as he was. The two of you had become friends in a way, but it was still very obvious that he was supposed to be there to help you get revenge.

“So, what am I doing again?” you asked quietly as you stood in line at Starbucks.

Jaemin had taken the last of your frozen waffles—your name was written all over the box so nobody would take them—the other day, so Renjun had suggested messing with his coffee order when the three of you met up for your study date after your morning lecture. It was your turn to order, which made it perfect.

“Ask Haechan to make Jaemin’s drink and add a shit ton of strawberry syrup to it. Then tell him that when Jaemin goes up to order a new drink, make one that’s decaf that looks like his cup of poison,” he told you. “You were going to eat those waffles for breakfast that morning, and instead your stomach was growling so loudly in your lecture that your professor kicked you out. He embarrassed you, and he ate something that was clearly not his. It’s a double whammy.”

It was your turn to order, so you said exactly what Renjun reminded you to say. Haechan had to stifle a laugh as he asked what Jaemin had done, his eyes widening when you explained what had happened to cause you to act out like this. The drinks were made quickly, and you brought them over to the table. The boys thanked you before returning to their books. Renjun appeared in the middle of the table, his silver hair shining under the light as he kept his full attention on the boy with pink hair. You nudged Jeno to watch Jaemin as the boy took a sip of his drink. His face twisted is disgust when the taste of strawberry hit his taste buds. Renjun was rolling around the table, cackling while holding his stomach.

“Ugh, I hate you,” Jaemin muttered as he sent a glare your way before heading to the counter to get a new drink.

“What’d you do?” Jeno asked as he leaned into your space. There was a sound of disgust that came in the direction of Renjun, but you ignored it.

“Told Haechan to put a bunch of strawberry syrup in Jaemin’s drink since he ate my waffles,” you replied.

He snorted and shoved your shoulder lightly. “That one was pure evil.”

“You’re not denying that he deserved it,” you pointed out.

“No, I’m not.”

“I absolutely did not deserve that!” Jaemin argued when he came back with his new drink. You glanced at Haechan, who winked at you.

“You ate my waffles,” you said.

“It was an accident!”

“I wrote my name all over the box!”

Renjun tugged on your finger to get your attention as Jaemin complained to Jeno about you. The little devil crawled up your arm and returned to his spot on your shoulder. You found it odd, considering he could just teleport himself there, but now wasn’t a good time to question it. Hiding him from your friends was difficult, but you didn’t want them to think you were crazy.

After your classes were done for the day, you collapsed on your bed and let out a big sigh. There were small footsteps on the nightstand beside you. Knowing who it was, you didn’t bother to look over.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Renjun asked from his perch.

Your heart leapt at the nickname. It didn’t matter that he’d been calling you that since you were a kid; his nickname for you made your stomach twist in a good way. It sometimes made your cheeks heat up and your palms to sweat. Your body’s reaction scared you every time, because if you were imagining him—well, you didn’t want to think about it.

“’M just tired,” you stated. “My coursework seems to be growing bigger and bigger every week.”

Your pillow suddenly shifted under Renjun’s weight as he jumped down. His steps were shaky as he tried to stay steady on the stuffed object. You turned you head as he reached you, wondering what he was planning.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could help,” he said honestly before pressing his tiny lips to your cheek.

“It’s okay. I’ll just have to manage my time better.”

“I hope that doesn’t mean hanging out with me less,” he said with a chuckle.

You smiled. “Of course not.”

You took some time to admire him. He was wearing a red button-up that was done up to the collar, tucked into some black slacks, a pair of black dress shoes on his feet. His silver hair was combed back but relaxed. He looked so handsome, but you would never tell him that.

“Hey,” you said. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“Why isn’t there an angel to accompany you? You know, like they have in the movies.”

The boy smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Because you’re already an angel.”

You blushed at the comment and flicked him, which knocked him over. “Shut up.”

“Hey, you were the one that asked,” he whined.

You laughed and watched as he returned to the nightstand to pout, arms crossed and everything. Crawling over, you leaned on your elbows and watched as he turned away. You stretched your head enough to press a kiss to the back of his head, and you watch the hue of his shirt crawl up the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry, Renjun. Do you forgive me?” you asked.

The boy turned around and let his arms fall to his sides. “I guess.”

A few hours later, you were working on your homework when you heard the tiny snores coming from your bed. Looking over, you found Renjun knocked out on your UFO squishable. He’d convinced you to get it when you’d gone to the mall a couple months ago, and it was his favorite thing to sit on when you were too busy to give him your attention. Your phone was playing a video beside him, so you got up to turn it off. He stirred, his eyes slowly opening as he smiled at you sleepily.

“Hey there, kitten,” he mumbled.

“Hey. C’mon, you’re falling asleep. Either head home or go to bed,” you told him quietly.

Groaning, he stood up and crawled onto the shelving that was in your headboard. In one of the little cubbies was a doll bed that was comfortable enough for him. There was also a doll’s closet nearby that held some of Renjun’s clothes. With a snap of his fingers, he was changed into red silk pajamas. You decided it was time to go to bed as well, so Renjun made sure to cover his eyes until you were in shorts and an oversized t-shirt. His lips pursed, but he didn’t say anything. You plugged your phone in before turning off your lights and crawling into bed. There was a press of tiny lips against your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

///

Having a devil sit in your shirt pocket as you attended your classes was definitely weird. Renjun didn’t need to be there, but he insisted he did in case you needed to get revenge on anyone. It hurt whenever you were feeling especially lonely, wishing he would tell you that he just wanted to spend time with you, but you knew his job demanded him to track you as much as possible. There were times you two were friends, but then he would turn around and act as if he was just there to do his job.

“This lecture is so boring,” Renjun whined as he flopped onto your desk. “Why can’t we go get ice cream?”

You ignored him, continuing to write notes from the PowerPoint. He shoved your pen to grab your attention, but you simply pushed him away with the tip of your writing utensil. Frowning, he sat on your textbook and watched as your pen glided across the paper, the ink looping stains into the surface in the form of words. You questioned why he would stay when he could do whatever he wanted until the lecture was over. There would be no reason to get revenge while you were taking notes.

When class was over, you headed back to the apartment. Jeno and Jaemin were in the living room with their books out. You collapsed onto the couch between them and leaned against Jaemin. You could feel the smile he pressed to your forehead in a kiss before returning his attention to studying.

“That’s it?” you asked.

There was a chuckle, and then you were being dragged into his lap. You could hear his voice raise in pitch as he nuzzled your neck and tickled you, saying “I love you,” over and over again. You giggled and squirmed in his hold, but he didn’t let go. Jeno was watching from the other side of the couch, smiling brightly. Between your schedules, the three of you didn’t get much time together outside of your weekly movie nights, so moments like this were ones you cherished.

“Satisfied?” Jaemin asked when he finally pulled away.

“Very. So, what movies are we watching tonight?”

The boy holding you froze. You could feel him tense up, and you knew what he was going to say wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “I, uh, I actually have a date tonight.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh. Okay.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N—”

You waved it off with a smile. “Jaemin, don’t worry. Jeno and I can still have our movie night, right?”

“Actually—”

Groaning, you got up and started to leave. “Fine. I’m gonna go study.”

You ignored their calls to you, closing your bedroom door and locking it. You weren’t upset that they had plans; it was the fact that they didn’t tell you until you brought up movie night. Nobody liked learning about something last-minute.

You were lying on your bed when Renjun appeared. He crawled across the pillow and tangled himself in the hair on the top of your head. He loved playing with your hair, especially when he knew it could calm you down.

“So, what are you gonna do for the rest of the night, kitten?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Probably just watch movies alone and drink. I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“I can watch with you.”

“I don’t want you to get lost in the couch,” you mumbled.

“Oh! I almost forgot! I have a new trick.”

Before you could ask, he was jumping off your bed. You gasped, even though you knew he wouldn’t be hurt, and watched there was a sudden puff of smoke, and then Renjun was standing in your room, human-sized. He threw his arms out as if to say, “Well, what do you think?”

“Renjun, that’s amazing!” you exclaimed.

You jumped up and threw your arms around his neck. He grunted in surprise before slowly hugging you back. His face was buried in your neck as he said, “I won’t get lost in the couch like this.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the comment. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go, so you guided him to the bed. He immediately laid the two of you down, pressing close to your side. It was the complete opposite of how he usually acted, so you were concerned.

“You okay?” you asked.

He nodded and said, “I’ve never hugged someone before. It’s nice.”

“O-oh. Well, feel free to hug me anytime.”

A couple hours later, Jaemin knocked on your door to let you know that he was leaving. You told him to have fun, making sure you didn’t sound upset. Jeno showed up shortly after, telling you he was heading to work. You vaguely remembered him mentioning needing to pick up shifts since hours were down, which would explain why he was working a night he usually didn’t. Once they were gone, you and Renjun headed to the kitchen to make snacks before starting your movie night. The way he moved around was awkward, as if he didn’t know how to act now that he was human-sized.

Once everything was ready, the two of you curled up on the couch, blankets thrown over your laps. There were two different kinds of alcohol on the coffee table, along with three kinds of snacks. Your heart raced as he threw an arm around your shoulders, but you ignored it as you clicked on a random movie. Immediately, you grabbed a bottle and took a swig, wincing at the burning that slid down your throat. There were eyes boring into the side of your head, but you ignored it and grabbed some fries instead.

About half an hour into the movie, Renjun stated, “Humans are weird.”

“How so?” you questioned.

“Does she really dress up as her brother every day? How the hell do her teammates not notice?” he asked.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Boys are dumb, Renjun.”

“I’m a boy.”

“You’re not a human boy.”

He let out a sigh and pulled you closer. “Thank god.”

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you reached the bottom of the one of the bottles. Neither of them anything more than halfway filled, but it was still a lot of alcohol to have consumed. You put the bottle down and reached for the other, but a hand on your wrist made you pause. You looked over to Renjun, who seemed worried. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed the bottle and took a swig.

“I’m not taking care of you tomorrow,” he told you.

“You never do,” you pointed out. “I’ll be fine.”

The room was spinning, despite you not moving. Your head felt heavy, so you let it loll to the side. It hit Renjun’s shoulder, but you didn’t bother to move it. You could hear him mumble something, but you were too drunk to ask him to repeat it. Instead, you closed your eyes and let the alcohol lull you to sleep.

Jaemin and Jeno walked through the door, feeling exhausted. Jaemin had been stood up, so he went to Jeno’s job and waited for his shift to be over before they went home. The two of them looked at the sight before them and sighed. You were slumped over, passed out. Both bottles were empty, all the snacks were gone, and the TV lit up the room with the main menu of your favorite movie. They looked at each other before stepping forward to clean up the mess. They knew you weren’t upset about them leaving you alone on movie night, but they couldn’t help but feel bad. You wouldn’t have drunk so much if they’d been there, and you definitely wouldn’t be so hungover tomorrow.

Renjun watched as they cleaned, making sure to move gingerly around you, even though the three of you knew nothing would disturb you when you were in this state. He then looked at you and frowned; watching you drink like that scared him. You didn’t do it often, but when you did, you went pretty hard. He didn’t know what he would do if something bad ever happened to you while you were in that state.

///

“No.”

“But—”

“No, Renjun. I’m not doing it.”

“But he gave you a low score!” the devil argued.

You were sitting at your desk, staring at the test that you had taken a couple weeks ago. You had studied for it, but the questions were super hard, so you weren’t surprised to see the mark. Renjun, however, wanted you to get revenge.

“I deserved it, though. Looking at everything now, I can see where I messed up. It’s completely on me, not him,” you told him.

Renjun huffed and crossed his arms. “Fine, but you better do whatever I suggest next time.”

“To him or in general?”

“Both.”

Rolling your eyes, you headed to the kitchen and looked through the cupboards for something to eat. You could hear Jaemin and Jeno start to whisper to each other harshly, but you ignored it. You were looking for your favorite cereal, but the box wasn’t there. Confused, you glanced around and found it sitting the recycling bin. You slowly turned around to find your roommates holding cereal bowls, looking like deer caught in headlights.

“Jeno poured it,” Jaemin said quickly before going back to eating.

“Dude!” the other boy cries out. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was yours. I thought Jaemin bought it!”

“For her! I bought it for her!”

Without a word, you grabbed your keys, a sweatshirt, and your wallet before walking out. Your slippers made a shuffling sound as you walked through the apartment building and down the street to the convenience store. There, you bought your favorite cereal, a new gallon of milk because you knew you were running low, and some candy. Renjun appeared on your shoulder, a devilish grin on his face. How fitting.

“What’s the plan?” you asked as you walked back to the apartment.

“I was thinking of dyeing his hair to match Jaemin’s?”

You couldn’t help but grin. “That’s a step above petty, isn’t it?”

“It was your favorite cereal.”

“You’re just suggesting it because you’re still upset about Jeno rejecting me.”

He scoffed. “He turned down a perfectly good girl. How else was I supposed to react?”

You could feel the blush heating your cheeks. “I don’t know, like you don’t care? I thought you weren’t supposed to worry about me?”

“After spending fifteen years with you, do you really think I wouldn’t care about your feelings?” he questioned.

“Guess not.”

When you returned to the apartment, the boys were nowhere to be found. You remembered that Jeno had to work again, and Jaemin was driving him to work, so you acted fast. Luckily, the hair mask that Jeno used on his bleached hair was already a pink color (because Chenle bought it from an expensive salon store and there was no way a broke college kid with hair that desperately needed hydration in his hair would turn it down, no matter the color) so you mixed in some of Jaemin’s hair dye and put everything back in its place before carefully shoving the trash to the bottom of the can. You then entered your room right as Jaemin came back, so you were safe.

You woke up to a scream the next morning before your door was thrown open. Sitting up, you looked at Jeno’s hair, a hand flying to your mouth to stifle your giggles. His blond locks were now a pastel pink, matching your best friend almost perfectly. There was a deep frown on his face as he stared at you.

“My hair? Really?” he asked.

You got out of bed and walked over, running your fingers through his hair once you reached him. His eyes closed at the feeling, all tension from his body leaving immediately. You smiled and said, “You look good in pink.”

His eyes opened halfway and he stared at you with a grin on his face as you scratched his skull lightly. “You sure know how to get me to calm down.”

“We’ve been friends since we were five, Jeno. I’d be concerned if I didn’t know how,” you stated.

“Did you put it in my hair mask?” You nodded. “Well, I guess I can keep it pink for a while.”

“Honey, you don’t really have a choice.” You stood on your toes to whisper in his ear, “Just don’t eat my cereal again,” before pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaving your room.

Renjun appeared on the couch in the family room, his facial expression similar to what Jeno’s was a couple minutes ago. “What the hell was that?”

You shrugged, knowing the boys could hear you. He rolled his eyes and asked, “You realize you just flirted with him, right?”

“So what?” you mouthed.

“I thought you were over him.” You nodded again. “Clearly not if you’re acting like this.”

You scoffed as you poured yourself some coffee before making a bowl of cereal. Whatever you did shouldn’t make him so angry, so you weren’t worried about it. If he was mad, that was on him. You could live your life however you wanted, so if you flirted with Jeno, you flirted with Jeno. There was no harm.

You decided to work on your homework, hoping to get it done before Haechan’s frat’s party. All the guys were going, so you were excited to hang with them. Jeno and Jaemin waited for you to finish your homework before leaving for the party. Renjun was back on your shoulder, dressed in a red sweatshirt and black skinny jeans. The sweatshirt was oversized, practically swallowing him. He looked adorable, but you couldn’t say anything without the others hearing you, so you just had to settle for looking at him as much as you could.

Before you even stepped on the property you could feel the bass in your chest. It seemed like the lights were off, but you could see the glow of blacklights from the windows. It would be easy to spot Jaemin and Jeno, even when you were drunk.

You walked through the door and pushed through the crowd to the kitchen. There, you found Jisung, Chenle, and Mark doing shots. Jisung locked eyes with you and spat out the shot, though. You placed your hands on your hips and waited for his excuse.

“I was just, uh, I was—sorry Mom,” he stuttered.

“Dude, she can’t control you,” Chenle stated.

“No, but I hate when she’s disappointed in me,” Jisung whined.

You hit Chenle on the back of the head as you passed him to grab a cup and some liquor. “Be grateful somebody’s here to take care of you, brat.”

Chenle threw an arm over your shoulders and pressed a noisy kiss to the side of your head. “I always am.”

It didn’t take long for the alcohol to take over. You were drinking random liquor, playing beer pong, and taking shots with Mark and Haechan. Renjun had disappeared at some point, but you were too drunk to care. At one point, you found yourself dancing with Jeno in the family room. Everybody was pressed close together, so you didn’t think much about the hands on your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady. Your foreheads were pressed together, and it felt nice.

You didn’t know how long the two of you were kissing before you finally realized what was happening. You pulled away and stared at one of your best friends, jaw dropped in shock. Jeno’s eyes opened slowly, your gazes meeting. You could tell that he was surprised as well by the way his body tensed up. You looked around and froze when you spotted Renjun. You expected him to look annoyed or angry, but not upset. Not like his heart was broken.

“Renjun,” you said.

The devil turned around and pushed through the crowd. You pulled away from Jeno and followed Renjun, calling his name over and over to get him to stop. When you exited the house, he looked at you one more time before disappearing in a puff of smoke. There was a lump in your throat as tears threaten to spill.

“Renjun, please,” you whispered.

Usually he came as soon as you called him, but that night he didn’t.

///

Jaemin was worried. You hadn’t holed yourself in your room since Jeno gently rejected you when you were all sophomores. Jaemin had managed to get you to open up for him back then, but this time you wouldn’t budge. At this point, he just wanted to make sure you were alive. The door hadn’t opened since the night of the party.

He knew what happened at the party. He saw what happened. He watched you run away, seemingly chase someone. He caught you when you had collapsed on the lawn in tears. He carried you home as you mumbled about a “Renjun” over and over again. He had no idea what you were talking about, but it was clearly the reason you were shutting everyone out.

You skipped class for two days before finally returning to your normal schedule. Jeno and Jaemin tried to talk to you, but you kept ear buds whenever you weren’t in class. They could tell that you had lost weight by the way your sweatshirts hung on your frame as if it was one of theirs instead. You buried yourself in your studies, working on essays well into the night.

It was about a month after the party when Jaemin and Jeno finally cornered you. You were in the living room, highlighting one of your textbooks when Jaemin snatched it from your grasp. You made a noise of protest, but he ignored it in favor of sitting on the coffee table. You could see Jeno standing by the hallway, unsure of whether he should join or not.

“Y/N, we’re worried about you,” Jaemin stated. “You haven’t talked to anyone, and you haven’t been eating enough. You’ve lost far too much weight to convince us you’ve been working out. No, don’t you dare argue with me, we both know that’s what you would’ve told us. We don’t want to get a call from the hospital that you passed out on campus. It would break our hearts to see you like that.”

“’M sorry,” you mumbled.

“We just want to know what’s been going on,” Jeno chimed in. “It’s not just because I kissed you; that’s been made clear.”

“Does it have to do with somebody named Renjun?” Jaemin asked quietly.

You felt your composure crumble. You hadn’t seen or heard from Renjun in a month, and it was killing you. The longer it went on, the more you were convinced that he had never existed in the first place. You were scared for what that meant; would anything else pop up that would have you questioning your own sanity?

The doorbell rang, so Jeno offered to get it, saying something about Mark coming over to study. Jaemin reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as you tried to hold it all together. It was so difficult to, especially when you hadn’t talked to anyone about it.

“Y/N, it’s for you,” Jeno called out.

Confused, you got up to see who would be visiting the apartment. Your whole body froze up as your eyes landed on the boy standing before you. His silver hair was trimmed and combed back. He was wearing a button-up, a light jean jacket, and black jeans. In his hand was a paper bag with no logo on it. There was a sad smile on his face as he stared at you.

“Renjun,” you whispered.

“Hey, kitten.”

The nickname made you move. You ran forward and jumped into his arms, muffling your sobs in his neck. His hands clutched your body tight, as if he was afraid you would disappear. You knew Jaemin and Jeno were watching, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face them just yet.

“So, this is the Renjun that you’ve been so upset over?” Jaemin asked. You could hear the protectiveness in his voice.

“Jaemin,” Jeno hissed. “Give them their time.”

“Can we go to your room?” Renjun asked.

You nodded and grabbed his hand before dragging him down the hallway. As soon as your door was closed, you hugged him again. He rubbed your back and pressed kiss after kiss to your hair, apologies flying out of his mouth in between.

“I just—how are you here? How can they see you?” you asked.

He seemed to hesitate before grabbing your hand. He guided it to his head, and you could feel ridges on his head. It dawned on you that they were scars, located where his horns used to be. You gasped and pulled your hand away to place it on his cheek instead.

“What happened?” you questioned.

“I, uh, I gave it all up.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged and said, “I became a human.”

Your breath got caught in your throat. Why would he become a human? He could do whatever he wanted as the devil, so why would he give it all up?

“Why?” you finally asked.

A sigh left his lips as he sat on your bed. You followed, not wanting him to stray too far. He seemed to hesitate before grabbing your hand. “When you’re the devil, you’re not supposed to feel anything but anger and happiness, and the happiness is only supposed to happen when you get the person you’ve been assigned to do whatever you feel they should do. Caring about them was not something we could do, so I already knew there was something up. Feeling like I wanted to cry when I saw you kissing Jeno? It wasn’t supposed to be possible. And then I checked on you a couple days after the party, and—”

“You checked on me?” you asked quietly.

He smiled softly. “Of course I did. I’ve never been able to stay away for long. Anyway, I heard Jeno apologizing through the door. I knew you were both too drunk to know what you were doing. I went to Satan and talked to him for a long time about it, and he set up tests to make sure I wanted to become a human.”

“Sounds like you jumped through hoops to get here.”

“They were on fire, too.”

You laughed at his joke, which made him smile. Then, he urged you to get a shower, which would be the first time in a few days. Embarrassed, you rushed to the bathroom and jumped in as soon as the water was hot. You took the time to clean every crevice on your body, which you noticed was actually as thin as Jaemin and Jeno had said. They weren’t exaggerating when they said something about you passing out.

Upon exiting the shower, you noticed there was a pile of clothing sitting on the counter. Confused, you walked over to inspect it. None of it was familiar, but you pulled it on anyway. They smelled like cologne that you knew neither Jaemin nor Jeno owned; Renjun must’ve sneaked them in without you noticing. Smiling, you took the towel and dried your hair a little before stepping out of the bathroom. The three boys were in the living room, your friends seemingly interrogating Renjun. He looked over to you and rolled his eyes before grinning.

“Hey there,” he greeted. “You hungry? I brought some food from your favorite place.”

You nodded shyly and watched him grab it from the paper bag he brought with him. You went to sit next to him on the couch, but he grabbed your hips and guided you to his lap, instead. A squeak left your mouth, and there was a low chuckle behind you.

“Either of you planning on telling us what happened?” Jaemin asked, clearly annoyed.

You turned to Renjun, who was biting his lip. He looked at you, and you shrugged. He sighed and looked at your friends before saying, “So, I was the devil that lived on her shoulder.”

Renjun told them everything. When he first appeared, everything he’d convinced you to do, how his feelings for you grew, him seeing what happened at the party, becoming a human, everything. Their eyes were wide, their jaws were dropped, and their bodies seemed to be frozen in shock. You munched along, listening to Renjun’s side of the story. When he was done, you looked at your friends and waited for their reactions.

“You know, that actually makes a lot of sense,” Jeno commented.

Jaemin flailed. “What?!”

“Every once in a while, it seemed like she looked to her shoulder and talked. I always thought I was imagining it or she was doing something else,” Jeno explained.

You let out a big yawn before anything else could be said, so Renjun suggested going to your room to nap. He tossed out your trash and was soon on your heels, locking the door behind you two. He joined you on the bed and threw an arm over your waist. Rolling over, your eyes locked with his. It was a couple minutes before he finally asked, “What’s on your mind, kitten?”

“Just wondering when you’re gonna kiss me,” you mumbled.

Smiling, he propped himself on his arm and leaned over you. Your lips brushed before you finally took the last step and pulled him down. He grunted in surprise, and then his hands came up to cup your face. Your heart was beating like crazy, and it felt like it would burst from your chest any minute. He pulled away and pressed a couple kisses to your cheek before leaving a final one on your forehead.

There was so much that needed to be talked about. He needed to situate himself in the real world with school, a job, and a place of his own. He needed to learn the mannerisms of humans since he didn’t care to pay attention before. But for now, taking a nap with him was the only thing on your mind, and that was okay.

Everything was okay.

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Yooo, ur writing is v v cool!!! Could I ask for a hanako x reader where the reader can see ghosts, and has made it their goal to help as many as they can pass on? They’re a big pacifist, and very affectionate, always hugging their friends (which includes Hanako)! Headcanons or scenario are fine!

Pairing: Hanako x reader

Words: 2390

Awe!! thank you! that’s really good to hear xx I hope you enjoy this much too!

(Y/n) had never met a ghost she couldn’t help.

Not a single one.

However, she was quickly beginning to find that this particular boy would be quite a challenge.

"Ah, come on, Yashiro! It was only a brush of the hand."

Nene-chan stood firm before her, arms crossing to make an ‘x’, "You expect me to trust you over my eyes? That was a grope!"

(Y/n) had her arms thrown around her ever protective friend, behind her, burying her burning face into her back.

She couldn’t even go around this boy without her heart committing some sort of clumsy atrocity towards her! How was she supposed to get him on his way to the other side if she couldn’t even face him half of the time?

Not to mention, he wasn’t the biggest help with that problem either! With his soft wandering hands and his adorable grins that made her forget herself!

"How could I resist! She’s so easily squishable and sweet!" She peers over Nene’s shoulder just in time to watch him wiggle his fingers as if that were some kind of argument!

"Easy!" Nene-chan claims, spelling it out for him, "Keep. Your. Hands. To. Yourself."

"That’s no fun..." his eyes catch her peeking, lips instantly upturning, "What do you think, (N/n)? Should I really keep my hands away?"

"The answer is yes! Always, always yes!" Nene throws her hands out exasperatedly, "If it looks nervous, it could have a heart attack and die! That’s what my Rolling Orange Explosion taught me!”

“Y-Your what?” (Y/n) hastily speaks up, not sure if it’s fear about what died for Nene to learn that or fear that she would actually have a heart attack herself.

“Oh, he use to be my hamster...”

(Y/n) hastily hugs her friend, “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry!”

“Heart attack?” Hanako echoes as (Y/n) releases Nene, stepping back a little smile at her comfortingly, “So if...”

“I do this, (N/n)-chan could die?”

A sharp yelp escapes her lips, not really having expected to be scooped off her shoes so quickly, eyes shooting up to find Hanako’s holding hers.

“I just might!” She cries out, hugging her hands to her pounding chest.

“Awe! She really is like a little hamster-wampster! Isn’t that right-“

She was forcibly removed from Hanako’s arms, “Don’t baby talk her! Geez!”

Nene sets her back on her feet, dusting her off before looking up, “Is my (N/n) okay? Can I-“

“Hey- wait! You’re doing it too,” Hanako promptly tangles his arms over his chest sourly.

(Y/n) giggles, hiding her enclaves cheeks with her hands, “I’m fine. You two are just too much.”

“Or not enough?” He breathes in her ear, making Nene instantly jerk her back to her chest, wrapping her right back up in her arms.

“I think (Y/n)-chan has had much more than enough!” Yashiro harrumphs, “Now, since the bathrooms are done, I think I’ll be walking my nice friend home!”

This brings a warm smile to her lips, “Oh, it’s alright, Nene-chan, I don’t mind too much. We can stay a little longer.”

“Are you sure?” Nene asks with concern riddling her features.

(Y/n) fixes her with a big beam, “Yeah! I don’t get to hang out with Hanako as much as everyone else, you know!”

Two hands come from behind to squish her cheeks, “Yeah, Yashiro, it’s my turn for quality time with (N/n), didn’t you hear?”

“What?” She scoffs, crossing her arms, eyeballing him, “Is hanging out with (Y/n)-chan part of your rumor now?”

“Oh? Would you mind spreading that one?” His gentle hands move away from her cheeks to comb through her (h/l) (h/c) locks, “I’d really like that, thank you, Yashiro.”

Despite her heated face, her lashes flutter to rest against her cheeks, enjoying the moment.

“Absolutely... NOT!” Nene declares, “No way! I met (Y/n)-chan first, fair and square. Quit trying to steal her away!”

He drapes runs his fingers forward through her strands, pushing them past her face as his chin settles atop her head.

“Steal her? I wouldn’t really say that’s happening,” he clicks his tongue, “That sounds like it requires more effort.”

She juts her lower lip out at his words, “Rude...”

“No, no! I think it’s a wonderful thing,” he purrs, lifting his head as he runs a hand delightfully down the side of her face as he floats around her to see her face, “That just means we’re magnetic, don’t you think?”

Magnetic?

What a curious thing to say.

She smiles softly, feeding into his playfulness, “What, so, you’re attracted to me?”

He doesn’t even hesitate, “Very.”

He makes her stomach flip with a single word! She hastily looks away from him.

“Well, magnets can be very easily pulled apart,” Nene decides firmly, shoving a finger at him, “You’d best make sure you’re not getting to close!”

“Hah? But it’s in my nature! How could you repulse from such a pretty thing?” She jolts, hastily looking back over at him as his fingers dance faintly up her sides, sending a harsh shiver up her spine.

Jeez! She liked him, sure, but the shivers had to go!

Hanako flashes her a smirk, making her certain he knew exactly what he was doing too.

Such a troublesome ghost!

“That’s it! I’m taking (Y/n) away until you can act right!”

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While her dear friend had accounted for dragging (Y/n) home, she hadn’t quite accounted for the cold weather.

The weather that doomed her sick the next day.

Leaving (Y/n) defenseless.

Kidding. She just kept (Y/n) worriedly texting her just about five minutes, reassuring her that she would grab her work and that she hadn’t missed much.

All in all, she found it quite lonely without her best friend.

Nene usually kept in great health despite all their grand ghost expeditions...

She supposed she’d gotten rather attached, huh?

Which is why she wanted to make sure Nene recovered fast and smoothly! She’d have a little work as necessary to do when she came back!

(Y/n) triumphantly wrangled the mop free from the storage closet.

Only to trip over her own feet, the tool giving a little more easily than she had first judged.

(E/c) eyes screwed shut, mop handle hugged to her chest, she braced herself for a harsh impact.

She’d always hated the feeling of falling.

“Whoopsie daisy!”

But Hanako made it a little easier.

She bats her eyes open, looking up at him in awe.

Before he disappears from her view, too busy easing her back up into her feet.

A fond smile marks her lips, as she looks down, adjusting her grip on the cleaning supply, “Nice catch, Hanako-kun! I thought I was a goner, for sure!”

“Awe, no problem, (N/n)!” He coos, floating around her in her peripherals, “But- uh... what’s with the mop?”

She looks up to find him pointing a finger at it, “Oh! Well, Nene-chan is home sick today.”

She turns back to the storage closet, leaning the mop against the wall as she disappears back into it.

“That still doesn’t explain the mop... where are you going?”

“Getting bleach,” she chirps, “Can’t clean a floor without cleaning supplies!”

“Why are you- (N/n), I’m not going to make you clean the bathroom...?”

“I know,” she runs her fingers along the array of bottles, “But Nene is really sick. I don’t want her to stress about it.”

She looks over her shoulder, hoping a smile will brush the conversation over, “I hope you don’t mind! I promise I’ll do a good job!”

He only blinks twice at her, amber eyes round as ever.

She turns back to the supplies, deciding on the odd-looking white opaque bottle, muttering a soft ‘that’ll do’ under her breath.

It lands in the bucket with a trembling thud. This should be good for now!

She didn’t want to take more than she could carry, and she could always come back for more.

(Y/n) bends over, taking the handle of the bucket firmly into her small hands, lifting it up.

She wheels around, using the momentum of the load to make it easier.

Only to knock nearly right into the ghost standing behind her.

“Hanako!” She yelps, barely able to jerk back, barely able to catch herself as her footing wavers.

“You’re seriously going to clean the bathroom...? Because Nene is sick?”

She surveys him oddly, “Uhuh? Why do you make it sound like a bad thing?”

He lifts a hand to his chin, squinting at her, “Shockingly, most people don’t jump at the chance to clean toilets...”

A giggle escapes her lips, “Yes, but I get to spend more time with you while I do it!”

His eyes widen.

“I’m helping a good friend out and hanging out with another,” she beams at him, not a complaint in the world, “I don’t see a downside!”

He only sighs, giving his head a shake, “Such an enigma...”

“Enigma?” She echoes, shifting past him with her bucket before setting it down next to the mop.

“Yeah. You’re strange.”

“Blunt,” she mumbles, shoving the mop into her bucket as well, forcing it to melt around the bleach.

“It’s the truth though,” She crouches, listening to him while resting the broom handle against her shoulder, before then carefully grabbing the handle of the bucket and heaving it up, “You talk to ghosts. You talk to humans. You clean bathrooms.”

He continues as she promptly turns, making her way toward the bathroom, finding a place to leisurely float at her side, “All the while, you still smile like a kid on Christmas.”

(Y/n) raises a brow at him, offering a little glance as they come upon the door, “Because I’m happy...? That’s not weird.”

She then lifts a shoe, ready to rumble with her sucky balance to kick the door open.

Only to have Hanako make his way past her, pushing it open and holding it with ease, and also a comment, “It’s a little weird.”

She flashes him a sour expression as she lugs her bucket of supplies through the door.

“I just want my friends to be happy. The best way to do that is with a smile!” She tells him firmly, “You grant wishes. Don’t you do it with a smile?”

“Depends on the wish,” he enlightens simply as she drags the bucket over to the sink, beginning to unpack it.

She drops the bucket into the sink, turning on the faucet, before moving to the bleach, “I guess that makes sense, but that doesn’t argue my point, y’know.”

She offers herself a chipper smile in the mirror as she dumps a capful of bleach into the bucket, “If you’re smiling, the people around you are much more likely to smile! It’s a simple fact.”

She looks over at him, the smile growing much more genuine, “Plus, it’s just nicer that way, don’t you think? It’s good to see other people smile!”

“You’re missing the point though!” (Y/n)’s eyes fall to the bucket, watching the water fill it up, “I mean, you do so much for everyone else, isn’t there something that you want, (N/n)?”

She grins, amusement tickling her at his words, “I want to make this bathroom squeaky clean...?”

He snaps his fingers in front of her face, drawing her eyes to his unamused face, “Not what I meant.”

As he frowns at her, grumpy at her lack of answer, she decides to give him one.

“Well, I suppose there is one thing I want.”

His face brightens, “Yes, yes, that’s it!”

(Y/n)’s lips curve upward.

“I want you to pass on.”

He pauses.

Silence follows her words, so she turns back to her bucket, twisting the faucet off.

“Was that a threat...?”

“Wh-“ a laugh climbs up her throat, “No! Oh dear, no!”

She looks over at him, delighted, “No! I meant- like, peacefully, silly!”

Teasingly, she adds, “If I really wanted you gone, I’d just tattle to Teru-san about those curious hands of yours.”

She looks over, only catching a glimpse of the gentle look on his face, as it quickly shifts into horror, “(Y/n)!”

“Just poking fun!” She hastily waves away that dramatic flare of his, turning to her bucket to hide her reddening cheeks.

She got a firm grip on it, ready to jerk it up and out, hopefully avoiding the sloshing water.

Only to have to hands come to rest stop hers, stopping her in her tracks.

Her eyes came up to meet Hanako’s in the mirror.

“You want me to pass on?”

“Peacefully!” She firmly adds, holding his gaze with a determined sparkle in hers, “I want you to be happy, Hanako.”

She tilts her head back to look up at boy floating over her, “I mean, surely you don’t want to be here forever, do you?”

He blinks those big golden puppy dog eyes down at her, “I... don’t know...”

She smiles up at him nonetheless, “Well, I do. I know for sure that I don’t want you stuck in the same old stinky bathroom forever, especially not alone.”

In fear of getting too lost in those pretty eyes, she tears her own away to look down at the way his hands gently curl around her smaller ones.

“So, if you want to know what I want...”

She melts a little, telling him her desire proudly.

“I want to remain by your side and ensure you move on with ease one day.”

Her heart feels full as his hands squeeze hers lightly.

“You don’t have to do that...” he mutters, voice hardly even audible, “It could really be forever until I’m ready for that...”

“I know,” she chirps, closing her eyes, “But you asked me what I wanted!”

She looks up at him again, daringly.

“And if that’s the case, you better get real use to me, because I’ll wait forever if that’s what you need!”

It would be worth it then, just as it was worth it now to see the soft smile forming on his lips as he gazes down at her.

“We’ll see about that.”

She twists her hands around under his, turning them over to intertwine her fingers with his.

“Just you watch.”

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