#YEA !!!!! i’m still around heh

[rintoki]

I’ve been good! Living life and getting old. I just missed being in fandom stuff. It’s so much more fun with friends n yea, trigun’s got me fucked the fuck up rn

I’m happy you and nine are still around 🥹 feels like old times. Are you ok??? What have you been doing???

YEAA IM OK !!!!!!! i’m glad you’re doing well too hehe c:

i haven’t found an anime to hyperfixate on these days tho,,, so apart from the pretty men in my games there’s nothing for me to thirst about SJDFJDK it’s time to watch trigun stampede me thinks

[fushiguho]

Thinking about Asshole!Toji who’s so incredibly mean to his sweet girlfriend but only because he knows how nasty she’ll get for him…

“You like it when I’m mean to you, huh? Get’s that pussy so messy doesn’t it, baby?” He mutters, fingers threading through the hair at your nape, drawing your head back to force your gaze onto his stoic face as you kneel before him, his fat cock heavy against your tongue.

You can only nod slightly, saliva slipping from the corners of your swollen lips. As you sit prettily on your knees, you sputter around him in vain attempts to breathe, all the while his cock rests snuggly in your throat.

“No, no, no. Don’t just fuckin’ nod your head,” he punctuates with harsh tug of your hair, “I want you to answer me.”

Physically, you can’t answer him, it’s not feasible. Not with the way he’s deliberately tucking himself deeper, his swollen balls now pressing against your quivering bottom lip. His warm hand holds your head taut, leaving room for not a damn thing — not a breath nor a gasp, and definitely not a word.

Yet still, you attempt to speak, because for Toji, you’ll do anything. After several trembling breaths through your nose, you make an effort to choke out a word with his cock against your tongue and fail horribly, of course. Toji took your relaxed throat as an opportunity to plant himself impossibly deeper, eliciting a proper gag from you. What a meanie.

He’s pouting feigndly, “Aweee, can’t fuckin’ speak can you, sweetheart?” He coos, “That pretty mouth too full of cock to talk to me?” His teeth are clenching now as a guttural moan threatens to erupt from his chest.

Toji is so fucking hard. You always manage to get him so incredibly hard to the point it pains him. That poor cock of his weeps and aches at the sight of you doing literally anything. Most times he can’t help himself when he watches you doing the most mundane of tasks.

Whether it be laundry, cooking, or cleaning, he’s creeping behind you, bending you over the nearest surface, and fucking a load into his pretty girl’s cunt and you fucking love it. Maybe it’s some sick, gnawing primal urge of his that yearns to be satiated and if not, he’d simply die. Whatever it is, you don’t seem to mind, clearly.

Toji’s hips buck wildly, fucking himself into your mouth as he would your cunt. “Look so pretty takin’ all of my cock like that, baby fuuuck. Such a good throat fa’me… always so ready for cock, didn’t even have to ask you,” he’s peeling the disheveled hair off of your forehead, baring your drunken mien, “just got on your knees and pulled my cock out. Couldn’t even take off my coat… always been such a greedy little girl, yeah?” He babbles.

You’re not thinking, not really. Poor head full of cotton and he hasn’t even touched you. You hardly even notice the way he sheathes himself from your mouth to pump himself in his hand instead. Cock thick and swollen, glistening in a layer of your saliva. Idly, he drags his fist up and down, twisting his wrist as he nears the head, only to swipe his thumb across the slit before repeating it all over again. Like a dog, your mouth pools with saliva as he strokes his cock mere centimeters from your face.

“Gonna cum all over that pretty face… ruin your fuckin’ makeup,” he grits, dragging the tip of his cock along your wet lips, rudely prodding against them, “look so pretty already but I think I like you better with my cum all over your lips, your cheeks, your nose, and anywhere else I fuckin’ want, you hear me?” He’s slapping himself across your face now, smearing his precum along the bridge of your nose, the high points of your cheeks, your chin, even your perspiring forehead.

You’re pressing your thighs together as you nod to him, “I need it.” You whisper.

“Heh, yea you do.”

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

> idol!jungkook x reader / est. relationship, fluff, angst / word count: 7k

> content/warnings: yea shirtless jungkook should be a warning… one (1) spank then he kisses it better, also gives a kiss to that lil bow on oc’s undies >:( + a flashback of oc crying and him getting stressed out bcs oc is a careless brat fr

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe i’m here <3 this drabble is basically just oc in a mood and jungkook being the sweetest bf ever 🤨 idk how it got this long either heh it didn’t feel that way at all while i wrote-edited? but i hope u enjoy and i’d love to hear ur thoughts 🥺 reblogs/feedback are appreciated !! <3

—

“oh my god- fuck!”

you cover your mouth in shock, squeezing your eyes shut and flinching at the ear-splitting sound that bounces off the walls of the apartment.

jungkook is rendered frozen, eyebrows furrowed and jaw slacked, staring down at his shirt largely stained by the chocolate milk you were walking around with after brunch.

“damn…”

his eyes are irritable when they communicate with yours.

“baby! really? did it have to be the white one?”

but seconds later, they become worried and calculating — wandering all over the tiled floor, and then your bare feet infront of his slides-clad ones, surrounded by shattered pieces of ceramic.

the collateral damage. an unforeseen tragedy.

suffice to say, jungkook woke up this morning blissfully unaware of the turbulent storm threatening to make a playground out of your mind. it’s craving to feed destruction, and here he is living with you under the same roof, an unfortunate casualty from your antics.

the hand-painted mug, wet from the condensation, slipped away from your hands when you accidentally collided with his tough build at the intersection of the living room and the kitchen. this… wasn’t part of the plan. the plan was a little spill and this is a landslide.

“that was expensive too.” you utter wistfully, chest deflating as you release an exasperated breath. “sorry. i’ll clean up everything. just stay there and i’ll- when did i last see the broom-”

his doe eyes grow two times its size when you start looking around the apartment in search of the broom, and perhaps something you can use to pat yourself and jungkook dry, causing your feet to unconsciously shift on the treacherous ground.

“ba-baby! don’t move! you’re going to hurt yourself. are you crazy?” he interrupts you with a hiss, voice stern as his hands curl around your arms to hold you steady. “it’s okay. this is nothing, i’m not mad… just stay still, understand?”

you nod slowly as he lets go, eyebrows knitting together to convey confusion when he starts pulling his shirt over his head, revealing miles of bare skin and planes of defined muscles on a perfect silhouette. perfect because it’s jungkook.

alright… to see him half-naked wasn’t one of your intentions, but you’re definitely not one to complain.

“tsk, i think i need to shower again.”

figuring that the internet has a solution to every problem one could think of, jungkook has decided to accept the horror that has happened to his shirt. what was it again? salt? vinegar? baking soda? powder? fuck it, he’ll search for it later.

he throws caution to the wind by using it to wipe his damp torso, brushing it over his tan skin glistening with a sheen of the liquid that you wittingly spilled. he winces at the uncomfortable stickiness that could be felt across his stomach, but he can’t help but to laugh when he sees how it further accentuated his abs.

and if only you were in a chipper mood today, you would be laughing along with him. would’ve taken over cleaning him up, apologized with a kiss on his waist. too bad you’re not.

eventually, he gives up on erasing on the feeling, proceeding to fold the shirt in halves.

“what are you doing?” you snap, putting on a guise of harsher irritation over your dreamy stares at your boyfriend’s glorious physique. “are we just supposed to stand here forever like idiots?”

“what is this? why are you so grumpy today?” he questions with a frown, patting your cheek with the soft cottony fabric because the splash managed to reach your face unbeknownst to you.

and then he bends down to place the folded shirt infront of your feet, looking up to you with his galaxy-filled eyes to say, “here- come on. stand here while i clean up.”

you stand isolated on the safe zone he created, childishly pouting with your arms crossed over chest as you wait for him to pick up your slippers in the bedroom.

the simple answer to jungkook’s question is you’re bored and in a bad mood. the more complex answer would be you came up with a one-man game you can only win if you successfully piss your boyfriend off, but you’re too scared to pull off anything that will legitimately make him upset with you.

because the last time you made him angry, it hasn’t been… that long ago. he’s been keeping a closer eye on you since then, and you’ve been trying to be good. keyword being trying. after all, you did lost his car key… at a beach three hours away from home. you searched the entire shore — retraced your steps, made your knees and palms bleed digging through the rocky sand, curled up by the waves to wallow in self-blame and the smell of salt-air defeat. you were nearly in tears as you listened to the call ring for what felt like an eternity, unsure if he already wrapped up the company meeting he mentioned to you the day before.

you still remember the desperate words you greeted him with instead of ‘hello’.

“babe, promise me you won’t be mad.”

—

“____, you didn’t even tell me you were coming here! care to explain that to me first? huh?”

your name, and not ‘baby’? heavens above have mercy; you’re fucked.

jungkook presses the heels of his palms over his eyes to alleviate the dull throbbing of his head, breathing heavily to compose himself, but he can’t disguise the frustration deeply embedded in his voice.

“you scared me!”

not yelling, but tone evidently very upset with you. somehow, that makes you feel worse.

“i had to make up an excuse infront of everyone and drive here fast. i was so worried of you being here all alone when it gets dark!”

“it’s your car so i thought i had to let you know right away. i’m sorry.” you chew at your bottom lip anxiously, eyes brimming with tears as you barely muster up the courage to observe how he’s handling this.

your heart pounds louder in your chest when he finally looks down at you, guilty and gloomy, sat on a wooden bench painted yellow. it drops to your stomach when you see the sullen expression painting his face a light shade of red.

“where did you lose it?”

you open your mouth, but no words come out. you can only manage to point at the shore with your disoriented eyes, and he traces the direction with his. the majestic orange sky where the sun descends below the horizon fails to be recognized by your foggy, distracted minds.

it’s silent for a few beats, then he huffs, breathing out a sarcastic chuckle before burying his face in hands.

“baby, please. please. are you sure you’re not pranking me right now?”

“no! do you think i’d joke like this? i really tried my best to find it!” you sniffle, roughly wiping away the lone tear that escapes your eye. you’re almost too humiliated to continue talking, volume falling a few notches above a whisper. “but the waves were getting stronger.”

he vehemently shakes his head, rendered speechless and stuttering, malfunctioning. he doesn’t think he has ever imagined this type of scenario before. “this is crazy. really… this is unbelievable… how did this even happen?”

he exhales loudly before removing his hands, revealing a calmer exterior. be that as it may, his skin is more flushed, all the way to his ears and down to his neck, where his veins have become noticeably prominent.

“i mean, what else can we do about it? i’ll request for a new one.”

“but are we just going to leave the car here?”

“did you leave anything in there?”

“i left my bag, but…” you pat the pockets of your skirt to check if your valuables didn’t meet the same fate as the car key. “i brought my phone and wallet with me.”

he nods. “then i’ll call a towing service.”

you pout.

“it’s such a bother.”

feeling exhausted after burning a concerning amount of energy in search of the missing item, you stand on wobbly feet to loop your arms around his waist.

maybe it’s to coax him into forgiving you. maybe it’s to make yourself feel better, nuzzle your face on his chest to drive away the anxiety weighing on your shoulders. but as it’s being lifted off, so is the barrier withholding your salty tears.

“i’m so careless. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i should’ve drove my car instead.”

“ye- no, that’s not…” he cuts himself off with a sigh.

he puts an arm around you, pushing his hair back and repeatedly carding his fingers through it out of habit.

“seriously, baby… you stress me out so much, do you know that? you’re always wandering around places you’re not familiar with… this is secluded. it’s dangerous. you could get hurt if you bump into the wrong people… really, i’m just relieved it’s not yourself that you lost this time!”

the recollection of old flashbacks playing in his mind like a movie reel elicits a throaty chuckle from him, low and rough, the vibrations of his chest rudely awakening the butterflies in your stomach.

“you couldn’t even send me a text. you didn’t turn on your location. i would’ve lost my fucking mind again… did you even thought of that? or is that what you wanted, huh? baby? you enjoy driving me crazy like this?”

and the confession tucked inside his scolding obliterates any coherent thoughts in your head, causing you to lose control of your whirlwind of emotions.

“this isn’t fair. you said you won’t be mad.” you wail out in response, tears fiercely leaking from your eyes akin to a rainstorm. “i didn’t know this would happen!”

he clicks his tongue, gingerly caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb, then with the rest of his fingers, and the paw of his jacket, because the streams just seem to have no plans of ceasing. his wide eyes worriedly scans your tear-stained face, heart squeezed painfully by the restrained sobs forcefully ripping themselves from your throat.

“shhh, shh. don’t cry- don’t cry. i’m not mad, i was just worried about you.”

“jungkook, you’re lying.” you whine. “don’t lie to me. i don’t like it.”

he slowly blinks at you, head hanging low as to compose his thoughts before he reconnects with your eyes. a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips before his tongue unconsciously sweeps over them, its tip catching the silver ring piercing through his skin to play with it.

a moment of silence, thick with restlessness and anticipation, harder to breathe with the unique smell of the salt-air entering and leaving your lungs.

you feel small under his stoic gaze. you want to sit back down and cry harder.

your boyfriend is mad. your boyfriend is infuriatingly hot even when he’s disappointed in you. you need to dig a hole in the sand and live there forever. after everything, these are the only thoughts left running in your head.

“okay, fine. you lost the key of our car in the ocean, ____. but what if someone already found it by chance?” he cocks his head to the side, briefly peering at the road behind you.

he knows that it’s no use. even if he does see the white jeep wheeling by, is he supposed to assume that he can outrun it by some heaven-granted miracle?

“what then? hm…? what else can we do? i guess it could be getting stolen right now and we don’t even know. you parked so far away.”

god, please, not your favorite car.

“it’s not only the car. i still have important documents left in the compartment too.” this only dawns on him now, judging by the look of distress written on his face. he suddenly slaps his thigh, and you flinch a little. “fuck! i should’ve cleaned sooner!”

“then you are mad.” you arrive at a conclusion, chin wobbling as you sniffle. “about a lot of things.”

you resist the urge to stomp your feet. you want to throw a tantrum so bad. tell him that he shouldn’t be keeping such things in the car in the first place, that he owns a safe for fuck’s sake, but you know you can’t get away with shifting the blame because you messed up horribly in comparison.

“i get it. i’m sorry… i take full responsibility this time.”

“shit, baby.” he deeply sighs.

it becomes quiet again. he just looks at your face with knitted eyebrows, not saying anything more, and you try your best to cut off your crying, not to act conscious, but your eyes still fall on the sand. they stay there for a few beats to avoid the intensity of his gaze.

he almost sounds pained when he finally speaks. “how can i stay mad at you when you’re crying?”

he tilts up your chin, and your glassy eyes, sparkling with a new wave of tears, look at him beseechingly.

the setting sun. an eternal witness to a brand new day of humans being humans. it kisses your skin with its golden light, bathing your figure to radiate an angelic glow that drives him to consider once more that you could just be an enchanting character across dreams and the year is still 2017.

you sniffle again, brushing off his hand. sometimes you despise that jungkook brings out messiest, most unstable side of you. you know that he practically signed up for this, and he will always love you the same, love you even more. but that doesn’t take away the fact that you’re so embarrassed.

“but i’m not crying just to make you feel bad, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“yah, that wasn’t what i meant?” he frowns, eyes softening at your reply. “of course. i know that.”

the cracks in your voice, he seals with a soft kiss on your lips, tender and swollen caused by the onslaught of your sharp teeth.

“anyway, i can take care of replacing it. i mean, it’s not like it can get stolen just like that, right…?”

he sounds rather nervous convincing the both of you.

“but i’m most worried about you. i can lose everything but you.” his tattooed arm pulls you closer, casting aside the tension by leaving not even an inch of space between your bodies. he tenderly rubs your back to console you, and another kiss is granted to your temple, his soothing voice slightly muffled as his lips stay glued to you. “did i make you cry? i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry… it’s okay. things like this can happen.”

“no, i’m sorry.” you aggressively shake your head and he carries on with wiping your cheeks, the back of his hand brushing off the tears that drip across your chin. he dries his hand on the hem of his jacket only to get it wet all over again.

“let’s just learn from this and move on. promise me that you’ll be more careful next time, okay? you can do that, right?”

jungkook does scold you every now and then, but although you stress him out, he would hate it if he’s not the first person you call when you’re in trouble. he would hate it if you act nonchalant and secretly cry when you’re hurt. but most of all, he can’t imagine a life in which you don’t make his world spin, much as he tends to get too dizzy at times.

your defiant hum makes his tense shoulders drop in disappointment.

“there should be a bus stop somewhere, i’ll just go home on my own. i don’t want to keep stressing you out.”

you will yourself to break free from his embrace, dragging yourself away to leave behind a trail of footprints in the sand, and he knows he’ll be running after you today, too.

“oh? you better stop right there!” he warns with a hand over his hip.

you become smaller and smaller in his eyes with every tick of the clock, much like how the sun is gradually getting swallowed by the ocean.

“i’ll get angry for real if you disappear from my sight. really, i’m not joking!”

angry? what a joke. you know that he’d cry blood searching for you if you get lost.

“oh? you’re really not going to stop?!”

jungkook’s voice fall on deaf ears, except that of the dog leashed to a tree that stands infront of a humble home. it seethingly barks at him from many meters away.

“fucking shit. i need alcohol.” he chuckles to himself, rubbing his tired eyes. “____, i swear, you’re getting too stubborn these days. what should i do with you?”

but you’re too far away to hear him, and so, he answers himself.

“eh, it is what it is.”

the wind blows with a quiet whistle, deadly as it fuels the roaring waves.

“AH! nuh-uh!” he exclaims, jaw dropping in alarm when he sees an urgent reason to chase after you, putting those leg days at the gym to good use.

you jump, a squeak leaving your mouth when out of nowhere, a solicitous palm smooths over your behind, sliding down to the back of your thighs to hold down your rippling skirt.

but you’re determined to be unyielding, eyes shooting daggers at jungkook. “leave me alone. i can do it myself.”

“baby, isn’t that a little rude? is that how you say ‘thank you’?”

“thank you. now let’s go our separate ways.”

and just like that, you’re walking away again.

“shit.” he curses quietly through gritted teeth, pulling at his hair. “babe, please come back… i’m sorry! i didn’t mean that!”

—

“jungkook! how many times do i need to tell you to turn off faucet properly?!”

you’re hot on jungkook’s tail as he makes his way to the laundry room beside the kitchen, carrying a laundry basket over his hip. he’s still shirtless, only clad in a different pair of shorts after a quick shower.

“the bathroom sink was close to overflowing! again!”

“i know what you’re doing.”

“what? what am i doing?”

the basket touches the ground, standing beside the dryer, and then he turns to face you, eyebrows shooting up. “picking a fight with me won’t work today.”

“why?” your tone borders on a whine.

“what do you mean ‘why’?” he laughs in jest. “why? why do you want to fight with me so bad?”

“i don’t know.” you exhale loudly, rolling your eyes and shrugging. “just because!”

“well, that’s not very convincing, is it?” he teases you with a grin, proceeding to open the dryer to dump the fresh laundry in the basket. the clothes you wore in the past week once again soaked up the sweet, floral scent the people around you distinctly recognizes to be your own and jungkook’s.

“i know, but i’m done playing now. you’re not hearing me.” you close your eyes in frustration, recounting the other times you had to say these exact words. “you’re going to flood our house.”

“okay, okay. i won’t forget to double-check it from now on. i promise.”

“sure, that’s what you also said last time.” you indignantly scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m not turning it off for you anymore. if we get flooded, i’m leaving you. i’m moving out.”

your threat puts a halt to his movements for a split second before he’s adorably replying in a sing-song voice. “then i’m going with you.”

“no, you’re not.”

and it doesn’t come as a shock to you that jungkook doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

“huh! good luck trying to stop me.” he slams the door of the dryer shut, standing up straight. “it’s not easy getting rid of me. you know that.”

he walks to the middle of the room to get a good view of you at the entrance. with the other resting on his hip, he lies his palm flat over the counter, outstretched arm cascading with varied colors of ink in sharp lines and swirling curves.

fuck, he has to know what he’s doing — flexing his muscles like that, not playing fair.

“aigoo, look at you glaring at me. you want to fight?”

and you’d feel intimidated by his challenging stare, the quirk of his eyebrow, his teeth sinking on his bottom lip… only if he didn’t blink to rake a stare over your body, lingering on your smooth legs that couldn’t be covered by your mere underwear. only if they didn’t flicker back to your face, and only if he didn’t smirk like a lovesick fool.

“so cute.” he chuckles. “you’re totally my type.”

“shut up.” you roll your eyes at the random compliment. “i know, i already get that a lot.”

his smile then fades, not so thrilled with the reminder that it’s so easy to fall in love with you, and therefore anyone would die to take his place. he knows that they hover around you like moths to a flame when he’s not there. well, he really can’t blame them, can he? you’re so fucking attractive.

“what does that mean…? who else is saying it, huh? tell me. i think i have a few guesses.”

“does it matter?” you stare at him blankly, which then turns into a piercing glare. “jungkook! i was just talking about you not paying enough attention. look at you proving me right!”

the stomp of your feet on the floor tells him that you’ve reached a level of frustration near to inducing a flood of tears.

oh, he truly got called out, huh?

“i’m sorry- i’m sorry. i admit that. i’m sorry, my love. i was just joking around. i’m listening well now.” he winces guiltily, beckoning you to be where he is. “come here then.”

“i don’t want to.” you stay rooted in your spot. “who do you think you are?”

“m-me…? i’m your boyfriend. boyfriend!” he points at himself, index finger repeatedly poking his bare chest to emphasize his point. his arm then drops to his side. his doe eyes widen as he breathes out a sigh of disbelief. “oh, i’m really getting upset now?”

you bite back a smile. the sweet taste of victory.

you can’t be the only one, can you?

“aish, i see you’re having your way again.” he chuckles, taking it upon himself to cross the distance between you. his hands find purchase on the curves of your waist, and every nerve in your body turns into a live wire. “let’s just go out today. do you want to practice boxing at the gym with me?”

didn’t he just watch you do arms day this morning? does he think you have the same stamina as him? you make a face of disapproval and shake your head.

“shall we go to a rage room again then? break more stuff?” he playfully sticks his tongue out, and you glare once more.

for the record, you loved that mug.

“boring.”

“and fighting with me is fun?”

you purse your lips into a thin line. “well, it’s not boring.”

“of course.” he laughs, softly squeezing your waist, pads of his thumbs mindlessly tracing shapes over the fabric of your top.

all of a sudden, he’s tugging you closer to envelope you in his embrace, voice slightly muffled as he sweetly talks. “are you mad at me for real? i’m sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry. sorry. i’ll really be more mindful of the things you remind me about, i swear… i don’t like fighting. it breaks my heart when you cry.”

what is this five foot ten man with bulging biceps, tattoo sleeve, and piercings doing here in the crook of your neck — affectionately nuzzling his face on your skin and telling you in a baby voice that he doesn’t like fighting?

you don’t know, but you feel good.

and his bare body is so comfortingly soft and warm.

he draws back for a kiss but his nose and lips only graze your cheek when you turn away, and you don’t see the sadness that flashes across his face.

“so what i’m hearing is… you don’t like fighting with me because i’m too sensitive? is that the truth?”

“no!” he perks up to interject without hesitation, shaking his head. “but i don’t think that’s a bad thing anyway… being sensitive.”

but you admit being a crybaby. you cry when you’re angry.

that’s when jungkook distinguishes the glint of mischief swimming in your irises. he feels dizzy after having his heart drop to his stomach.

“no. no, no.”

his mirthful grin returns, revealing his perfect set of teeth.

“ahh, i’m stressed!” he closes his eyes, throwing his head back, chest puffing up when he breathes in then out. “i knew it. no, i’m not falling for this trap!”

then he flees the room carrying the laundry basket, leaving you doubled over and covering your mouth to silence your giggles of amusement.

“i’m hanging the laundry now!”

“how dare you walk away from me?!”

“you can’t follow me!”

“i’m not.” you scoff, purposely bumping your hips against his. “i’ll vacuum the living room.”

—

“where are you going? gym?” you genuinely begin to sulk, watching your boyfriend slide into a baggy pair of bleached denim pants. “are you leaving me here?”

he avoids your inquiring eyes, ignoring you as he pulls up his zipper and does the button. you pout when he walks further away to pull out a black shirt from the clothing rack.

“is that it? are you tired of me already?”

he tosses its hanger in the basket where you discard the empty ones before wearing the final piece of clothing, covering himself fully for the first time today.

you sigh, feeling dejected. “you don’t love me anymore?”

and jungkook needs to physically restrain himself so he won’t grab your face and say ‘i love you’ over and over again until he runs out of breath.

you leave the closet to follow him to the bedroom, where he sits on the edge of the mattress to put on his socks.

you stand by him, patience quickly running thin. “hello?”

he brushes away the non-existent dirt on the left sock before switching his legs to put on the right one.

“did i turn invisible?”

your eyebrows furrow in disappointment. this isn’t how fighting works. you need a reaction at the very least.

you tug at the sleeve of his shirt, starting to get annoyed, already planning your exit if he continues this act. “you’re hurting my feelings. you’re not even going to look at me?”

he mumbles, and you almost fail to piece his phrase together. “can’t, you’re too pretty.”

his big brown eyes faintly glimmer with hope when he looks up at you, puckering his rose-tinted lips and making kissing sounds.

your sweet and clingy boyfriend, he’s making this too difficult.

a tsunami of affection washes over you, and it becomes impossible for you not to crack at his cheekiness then. “jungkook, you’re impossible!”

atleast he tried to shoot his shot.

“tsk, see? i thought so!” he grumbles, snapping the elastic band on his ankle. “just want one kiss.”

he disappears into the closet again.

he returns not a minute later, unceremoniously placing a white bucket hat on your head before tugging it down to obstruct your vision.

“hey!”

you hastily take it off, scowling at your laughing boyfriend who turns out to be already wearing a black bucket hat of his own.

“you’re bored, aren’t you? let’s go out, have some sun.”

“no.”

you reply exactly as your boyfriend predicted you would.

jungkook captures your wrist to slip his credit card on your palm, folding your fingers over it, but they aren’t enough to hide the black rectangular thing you can use to buy the world with if you wanted to. your amusement spills out as giggles, brighter as he pushes your hand to your chest so you have no other choice but to accept it.

he scrunches his nose, face only inches away from yours as he persuades you with his natural charm. “what if we go shopping, hmm?”

“thanks babe, but i can’t think of anything i want right now.” you sniffle with teary eyes, flipping the card and holding it between your longest fingers as muscle memory takes control.

“then just keep it incase you see something you want.”

he kneels on the floor out of the blue, and you eye him curiously, your fingers automatically tangling with his silky locks before making a loose fist.

“here, put some pants on. hurry-” he presents your pair of faded gray cargo pants.

you tug at his hair lightly, which prompts him to lift his head. you scrunch your nose cutely, giggling. “i’m spoiled.”

“ey, so what if you are?” he brushes off your observation with his satoori accent, blithe tone listing down reasons. “i love you. i worked hard so i can do these things for you. we moved in together so we can take care of each other.”

and you want to cry. you truly do. your face began to feel warm after he said that he loves you, but the tears never make it past your lash line when his big palm lands a loud smack on your ass, skin-to skin.

“but i do think that you are a brat. does that count for something?”

it catches you by surprise, and a scandalized gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the sting spreading across your skin.

“shut up! give that to me.” you roll your eyes, stealing the pants from his grasp.

“see, that’s what i’m talking about.” he chuckles lightheartedly. “get dressed then.”

his fingers dig in the soft flesh of your thighs when he pulls you closer to kiss the tiny little ribbon on your underwear, heart-shaped lips pressed to you so firmly you can trace their outline bleeding through the thin fabric and onto your skin. “mmm-mwah!”

and then you feel them there next, where it still hurts, a softer kiss in comparison to soothe the sting he left behind.

your heart is beating so loud you can feel it in your throat, feeble knees nearly giving away to crash and break.

who does that so casually? who the hell does that?

oh, right… jungkook. of course.

you raise the white flag today.

perhaps he will flood the apartment tomorrow, and you can stay angry longer then.

—

“what’s taking him so long?” you mutter absentmindedly to yourself, lost eyes scanning the park in hopes of getting a glimpse of your boyfriend and his classic jungkook outfit, but he’s still nowhere to be seen.

your sour mood makes a reappearance.

to your credit, taking you out and then asking you to wait here without telling you where he’s going is rude, and you’re lonely and jealous of the couples around you having a picnic. not to mention that the clouds have uncovered the sun and you’re burning.

this scene also leads your brain to wander to those cliche flashbacks in a film or a show where a parent lies to their child that they’ll come back, and then they doesn’t. it’s always, always at some sort of park.

oh, for fuck’s sake, why are you wasting your time giving this a lot of thought?

too bored and antsy to sit still, you finally decide to text jungkook.

to: my baby love

i'm gonna look for food. do you want anything?

orrr is that what you're away buying 😥

WHERE ARE YOU

why didn't you just take me with youuuu

?

please me lonely :(

[sent 1 photo]

a black cat !! is sleeping on my shoes!! 😭

i miss you :(

are you almost done

i hate u

whatever i'm going. call if you still remember that you're someone's bf i guess.

—

jungkook crosses the street like an excited puppy, long pretty hair bouncing as he practically skips his way to the area where he left you to wait.

only to be greeted by a complete stranger.

his radiant beam fades into a hue of confusion.

the bench is now occupied by a woman chugging an energy drink after running laps around the park.

they lock eyes for a split second. he averts his befuddled stare to pretend that nothing happened, walking past her with a bouquet of sunflowers until he settles down two benches away.

he wears his bucket hat again only for him to throw it aside with a sigh, messing with his hair to release his frustration. of course you left. he can only snort to himself while he reads the last message you sent. you’re so cute. he knows you’ve never been keen on having to wait, but he didn’t expect himself to take so long either.

not wanting you to be upset with him another second longer, he instantly decides to call you.

his forehead creases when his phone vibrates, informing him that he typed an incorrect password. he tries again, slow and deliberate, only for the same thing to happen, and he begins to feel nervous.

what the fuck?

okay, calm down, JK. one more time.

he freezes as the same words flash on the screen. his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he feels the irritation bubbling up inside of him.

“why is it like this…? what’s your problem? what am i touching wrong?”

—

you return to the park more carefree than before. since jungkook is god knows where, you decided to have a picnic on your own. you had to buy a new picnic blanket, though. you can’t get the one in the car because he has the key. but just to be petty, you hope that he figured it out from the text notifications he got when you used his card.

oh, there he is looking angrily at his phone.

you halt on your tracks, instantly pulling the brakes on your feet when you recognize your boyfriend from your peripheral vision. you slowly chew the remaining tteokbokki in your mouth.

he’s holding his phone… and he hasn’t called you yet?

“wow, did you seriously forgot about me?”

upon hearing your familiar voice, jungkook’s features soften, not having to squint at the sunlight either because you’ve kindly blocked it with your back.

“where did you even go? i didn’t see you!”

the password-protected device that’s been giving him a headache for the past ten minutes is abandoned in the depths of his pocket.

“baby,” he utters airily as he stands on his feet, reaching out to hold your forearm. “i’m sorry. i took so long, didn’t i…? i went to buy you flowers but they didn’t have tulips anywhere. anywhere. every shop said someone bought all of them!”

he scratches his head with a sheepish grin, revealing the bouquet he’s been concealing behind him.

“i got you sunflowers instead… they-” he points at them, eyes flickering on the bundle of yellow flowers he’s offering as a gift. “they’re not bad. i think they’re pretty too. you like them too, right?”

sunflowers are pretty. after all, it used to be your favorite in middle school, mostly because it’s the first flower you received from an admirer… it was for your birthday and you felt like you died when it withered, heavily on-brand for a young heart drawn to romance. excluding that, everything has changed. it’s a typical saturday and beads of sweat have formed on your lover’s forehead after running around under the sun. you think you can keep them alive longer this time around.

“i like you the most.”

and then he receives his gift in return, that particularly sweet smile of yours he only sees when you’re so giddy.

his heart flutters wildly at your following actions.

“kiss.” you adorably demand, copying his pout earlier when he was asking for a kiss.

but unlike you who left his wish ungranted, he crosses the distance to plant a kiss on your lips. he pulls away a mere three inches, muttering to confront you. “but i thought you hated me?”

“who said that? that wasn’t me.” you feign ignorance, eyes so wide as to mimic being confused. you carefully take the flowers into your embrace, subtly exchanging it with the paper bowl you’re holding. “thank you, baby… here, do you want tteokbokki?”

he goes for the fish cake first, poking it with the stick and popping it in his mouth. you find yourself too absorbed in admiring the sunflowers one by one to sense your boyfriend staring at you, thinking to himself, you’re always worth the effort and this overpriced tteokbokki is pretty damn good.

“i turned on my location like i promised i would. did you see?” you mention without looking at him, acting laidback, still too shy when anything related to the incident is brought up.

he awkwardly smiles. no, he didn’t, unfortunately. he’s still fucking locked out of his phone.

you whimper when he pinches your cheek. “good job, baby.”

—

jungkook removes his head on your stomach to lie down beside you on the red picnic blanket. his hair touches his face and he tucks them behind his ears for the millionth time today.

“will you type my password for me?”

you take his phone without question, putting yours over your chest for the meantime. you successfully unlock it within a second, experienced fingers nimble after years of typing on the daily.

“here.” you hold it out for him without looking, picking up your own phone to continue scrolling through trending topics. however, seconds pass and the heavy weight on your hand has yet to be eased, so you wiggle it to catch his attention. “hey, it’s done.”

he gasps, gaping at you in bewilderment. “how did you do that?”

“you changed it again last night, remember? because i told you our anniversary isn’t a good idea.”

shit, right. he added a new one to the list of passwords that he uses for everything. he totally forgot about that. you’ve taken over every working brain cell that he has in his body.

“baby, this is your fault!” he groans, finally snatching away his phone. “ah- i wanted to throw it away. i didn’t know what was wrong with it. i was seriously so close to crying!”

that bad? was he about to get all his data wiped out? your poor baby. you laugh out loud at his reaction, belly aching as you roll over to wrap your arm around his waist and bury your face on his side.

“anyone can guess it if they try hard enough.”

“but that was the trick, you know? they’d think it’s too easy. they wouldn’t even consider it!”

“that doesn’t mean they won’t try it!”

“ah, i don’t care. i’m changing it back.” he stubbornly pouts, falling back on the blanket.

you want to cuddle. he feels a tug on the sleeve of his shirt and he immediately understands. he allows you to use his tattooed arm as a pillow. it envelopes you entirely when he reaches for his phone to type with both hands, and you automatically snuggle with him closer by resting your head on his chest.

“fine. do what you want, you dummy. you better not leave your phone lying around.” you mutter, heavy eyelids fluttering shut as the wind blows to softly caress your face. “and don’t take more pictures of me sleeping.”

“you’re sleeping? i thought we’re going to the mall.”

“we are. i’m letting you rest before you carry shopping bags.”

“ah- wow. thanks, baby.”

you don’t how much time passes, a minute or ten or more, but falling into a deep sleep proves to be impossible with the cacophony of sounds you’re surrounded with. you’re resting somewhere away from the crowd, but there’s still the hiphop music from a bluetooth speaker, honking of vehicles… and the main culprit, jeon jungkook scrolling through tiktok on your phone and bookmarking videos for you to watch later on. you can hear his giggles louder than his heartbeat, feel them make his body vibrate throughout.

so, you give up. you open your blurry eyes with a tired sigh, blinking to readjust to the brightness. he feels your movements, your nose brushing against his neck, and he squeezes you to his side, dutifully stroking your head to remind you that you’re safe despite being in a public place because you’re with him. you kiss his cheek to show your appreciation.

you end up harmonizing with his giggles when you do decide to join him, nearly tearing up at the sight of a cat riding a motorcycle toy on the screen. a little while later, your fascination is then stolen by fiddling with his tattooed hand — tracing the veins, the lines, the tattoos; pressing the faded heart like it’s a button connected to the beating one in his ribcage; grazing the rough areas of his palm calloused by lifting heavy weights.

and as you do so, you mull over the house by the sea you’re saving up for. how much longer will it take? should you check out more locations? do you tell jungkook? that it’s your back-up plan, a place where no one knows your name, just like how this city once was. it’s where you would run to, where you would build a new life if the time comes that this one falls apart, too. if not, if not, if not, would it be so bad to wake up beside you with an ocean view when he’s sixty?

fuck, you don’t know anymore. it shouldn’t be this hard— not anticipating the worst, but still being prepared for it. you despise being an adult.

you do it absentmindedly, taking off one of your silver rings and slipping it into each of his fingers to see where it would fit best… he knows you’re only entertaining yourself, but feeling it in his ring finger still puts a lump in his throat.

“are you proposing to me?”

“this is your right hand, silly.” you tease your stunned boyfriend, sticking your tongue out. “if you want me, come and get me.”

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omg! I read your goth reader x Simon and I’m not sure if you’ve already made a post but I’d love to see how Simon met reader or how he did pull her 😂😂 love it btw

Augh I've wanted to write more for Simon x Goth!Reader

He drops the 3-pack of men's black t-shirts on the counter, digging into his sweatshirt pocket for his wallet. He takes out his card and looks up.

You're sitting with your back to him, hunched over on a small stool with your face stuck in a mirror. He can see your one eye magnified in the reflection as you held your cheek taught, slowly dragging an eyeliner pen across your lid.

He stands there another moment, wondering if you even know he's behind you. He politely clears his throat.

"One sec." You say, concentrating hard on making the line perfect. You have your mouth hanging open, your one eye closed and the other wide as a dinner plate. Simon huffs quietly. You remind him of a zombie, dressed in a typical retail uniform.

You eventually put the eyeliner pen down and stand, grabbing the shirts from the counter. He watches you as you scan the item - only one of your eyes are done, beautifully enhanced with an artistic flourish of eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow; your other eye is untouched.

"Is that all?" You ask, looking up at him, and he has to stifle a laugh. Thank goodness for his balaclava.

"Yea." He responds, sticking his card into the reader. You bag his shirts and hand them to him - he accepts the bag and puts his card back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Receipt?"

"No thanks."

You nod - he stays there, staring at you with a rather blank expression. You purse your lips and tap the counter, adverting your gaze to anything but him. You were used to getting stares because of your makeup, but this guy in particular wasn't even subtle about it.

"Is that all?" He says, jutting his chin towards you.

You blink, staring back at him. Does he mean my makeup? "Oh- heh, no. Still gotta do my other eye."

He nods. "Looks good."

"Thanks..." You say. You're not sure if he's being honest or sarcastic. But before you have the chance to question it, he turns on his heel and walks out the door, the bell clanging behind him.

You shrug to yourself and sit back down, digging inside your makeup bag for a brow pencil.

You're uncapping your lipstick when someone slaps something on the counter - not aggressively, but it still makes you jump. You turn around to find that same guy from last week, the one with the balaclava and the moody eyes.

You head to the register and look down. There's another pack of black shirts on the counter. You scoff and look up at him. "More? What, are you eating these?" You say as you scan them.

"See you finished your other eye." Simon grumbles, pulling his card from his wallet. "Did it take ya the whole week?"

You glare at him, shoving his shirts into a bag. "It did." You say sarcastically, and he grunts, taking the bag as you hand it to him.

Simon watches as you turn to the side, assuming he was already on his way out the door. You popped the cap off your lipstick and parted your lips in front of the tiny mirror on the counter - he felt something akin to surprise when your lips were smeared in black, rather than the red he was expecting.

You feel a pair of eyes on your back. You turn around - that guy is still there, and you fight back a frown.

"Can I help you with anything else?" You say, trying to stress the weirdness of the situation in your tone.

"I like this." He says, using his free hand to circle his face. "Looks good on you. Unique."

You smile, genuinely pleased with the compliment. Most of the time, if people (other than your friends) weren't ogling at you, they were saying how strange and "ugly" your makeup looked (this was a common comment among the older ladies that came to the store).

"Thanks." You reply. "You want a makeover?"

Simon chuckles quietly. "Nah, not really." And then, as quick as he came, he's gone again - out the door before you can even try to carry a conversation with him.

Simon comes back the next week - this time, for a pack of smokes and some new gloves. Uncharacteristically, he finds himself a little excited to see you again, despite never saying more than fifty words to you in total. He gets to the counter and places his items down - his heart sinks a bit when he isn't greeted by you and your half-finished goth makeup.

An older lady steps forward and scans his items. "Do you have a rewards card with us?"

"No."

Would you like to sigh up for one?"

"No."

She doesn't even look at him as she slides the cigs and glives back to him. "Fifteen twenty-seven."

He slides his card in. He can't help but wonder where you might be; not that he misses you or anything, he's just a curious man. He doesn't like not knowing things, and you're a rather difficult, raven-haired puzzle to decipher.

"S'cuse me, but-" he shifts his weight as he pockets his wallet. "Where's the other girl? Y'know, the one with all the-" he waves his hand in front of his face. "She usually works Thursdays."

The woman looks at him with a tight-lipped, glazed-over expression. "I'm not allowed to share any employee's schedule information, sir." She drones in a monotone, customer service voice.

He blinks for a moment, wracking his brain for a response. "I'm 'er uncle."

"Oh - she quit."

"Really?" Simon says - he's rather upset that you, an artistically-talented cashier he's met twice, is no longer employed at the lackluster retail store. "What happened?"

"Manager told her all that shit had to go." She leans her hip against the counter. "All that ugly face paint - it was freaking the customers out. She threw a hissy fit and stormed out."

He hummed, thiugh he took what she said with a grain of salt. "Right. Thanks." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

The woman sighs. "I mean, people paint themselves to look like the devil and expect to be treated like a normal human. Is that crazy, or am I just old?"

Just an old hag. "Dunno." He shrugs.

"Oh-" she holds up a finger, signaling for him to wait as she meanders to the end of the counter. She grabs an envelope and comes back to the cash register, handing it to Simon. "Give this to your niece. She never came back for her last paycheck."

He hesitates, wondering if he should make up some excuse like "Oh I'll tell her to pick it up." But, he said he was her uncle - now he has to deal with the responsibilities of it. He takes the envelope and shoves it into the pocket of his sweatshirt. Nodding towards the lady. "I'll make sure she gets it."

Simon hasn't tracked you down yet. Truthfully, he hasn't realy tried to; he wants to respect your privacy and chose not to look for you on social media - but he does frequent the restaraunt across the street from your old workplace, hoping to catch you if you ever decided to come back for your check. He's getting worried at this point - what if you show up and he doesn't see you, and then you start freaking out about getting your paycheck stolen by some random guy? That would be the highlight of his vacation leave. He isn't sure if Price would bail him out of jail for that one.

He's inside the restaraunt today, sitting in a booth and sipping on a mug of tea. Rain pelts against the windows, providing a background of white noise to his ever-active mind. He scrolls through his email on his phone, but as always, he's focused on work. The briefing doming up within the next week, that sergeant that failed the sniper placement, having to listen to Soap talk about how he spent his leave with his girl... it muddled around in his head, nothing staying in the forefront of his mind, but never dissipating, either.

He hears the door open, just as a peal of lighning crashes through the sky. Someone stomps their boots on the entry mat a ways behind Simon, and he hears the jingle of metal with each step towards the bar.

"I'm here for an interview."

Simon nearly snaps his neck with ho hard he turns his head. There you are - you've got your hair down, definitely not as teased as the last time he had seen you. Your makeup is less goth, although you've outlined your lips with a black liner that fades inwards to a crimson red, and your eyes are still sharp and smokey. You're wearing black jeans and a deep, red top, and an interesting pair of boots, decorated with small chains and studs.

Professional, but still incorporating your style. He can appreciate that.

Someone comes out from the back and walks over to you - you shake his extended hand with a smile, and he leads you to a booth farther away from Simon. He thinks he must look like a creep, staring at you in broad (rainy) daylight, but he can't help himself. He doesn't even know why, but you've got his attention like the moon pulls the waves of the ocean.

He stays there for a while - he can't hear every word you say, but he eats the comments and laughs that do filter through with a hungry mind. You sometimes model for any Goth-forward magazines; you're relieved that the owner of the restaurant doesn't care about toning down your style; you're honest - your roommate hadn't paid rent for a month and a half so you let them go, and now you need a little bit more cash than what a measly retail job can provide.

He can hear it in the man's tone: you're hired. He likes your forwardness and unique charm, and frankly, so does Simon. He's addicted to it. The last time anything had his attention like this was when he found out Gaz could do the splits - the shock factor had him surprised with how easily it truly wis to distract him when he comes across something so unusual. But this time, there was less of a ridiculousness, and more of an admiration.

He hears a lilt in the conversation; he turns to see you standing with an excited smile. Of course you would get the job, just look at you. You shake the owner's hand and grab your bag, a black canvas ine with all sorts of studs and spikes, and start heading towards the front door.

Simon can't let you slip away that easily.

"Movin' on from retail?" He says as you pass his booth.

You turn, looking confused, staring at him for a moment. It takes a few seconds before you recognize him, though your smile still holds some wariness to it. "Hey, weirdo...!" You say, standing next to his table. "You stalking me or something?"

He decides to be honest. "Was tryin'."

You furrow your brow an bit, your hands curling around the strap of your bag. "You were?"

"The clerk from the store gave me your check." He clarifies, pulling the envelope from his pocket. "Figured you weren't comin' 'round anytime to get it, so I tried lookin' for ya."

You wonder how this man was somehow able to get your paycheck, but you were a little less put-off. He seemed nice enough. You dropped your bag on the table and took the envelope, shoving it somewhere in your disorganized pockets. "You waiting on someone?" You ask.

"Was you." He comments, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Now, no one." God, he must look pathetic.

"Nice." You slide into the opposite side of the booth, your boots clacking against the legs of the tables. "Want another round? Some fries?" You look at him with those shadowed, big eyes, and he wants to keep you in this booth with him forever.

He chuckles. "You really don't-"

"Don't tell me what to do." You snap with a smirk. "Just choose. Drink, or fries? Or whatever you want, really. I haven't eaten lunch, and you look like interesting company."

He feels himself melting at your cocky, triumphant smirk as you dig around in your bag for your wallet. What did he do for life to deposit such a pretty thing right in his lap (we'll, a few feet away from it)? "Could go for a burger.

You smile, relaxing into the polyester seat. This big, quiet, lumbering thing has you intrigued, and apparently, the feeling is mutual. "What's your name?"

He smirks. He's not wearing his balaclava, but he doesn't really care about that at the moment. He takes a sip of his whiskey. "Simon. Yours?"

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laying on your back with your long blue haired girlfriend, hovering above you, she sinks down her lips connected to yours. your hands roam her body, from her waist to her shoulders.

her knees goes pressed up against your crotch and you feel it. the hairs being squished underneath the pressure of jinx’s knee you try to ignore it but you feel the slender fingers of hers go down to slip past your shorts and leggings. you abruptly break the kiss.

“sorry love um… i think we should stop here…” you sit up, forcing her to adjust her position. she pouts. “aww…and it was getting good..” you chuckle, “sorry sweets, i was just not—” “lying.” you open your eyes, jinx’s face is cold and partially giving you a glare, “s-sorry what?” “you’re lying to me.” she hugged herself protectively.

“shut up! she isn’t lying! she MUST have a good reason to stop! SHUT UP SHUT UP!” watching your girlfriend shout at her hallucinations, mostly mylo while spinning around, you don’t say anything to trigger it further.

it’s silent for a little while, you’re weren’t going to speak until she spoke first. “well?” she looks down at you. “my reason…?” jinx doesn’t respond. “well uhm…i’m just insecure.” you watch from the corner of your eye, her body becomes less tense. “insecure? about what?” she flops down next to you, her face moving in real close.

“if i say it, you’ll just laugh and say that’s ridiculous.” you look the other way, hugging yourself. jinx sways side to side, she knows she would do that, “i promise i won’t, tell me toots, what’s making my mini so sad?” she lightly holds your chin and gently moves it back to make eye contact with her. “well…” she waits patiently, “my…my body hair..” silence; and it’s making your nervous.

“hm, body hair you say..” her slender fingers slide from the side of your chest, slowing going down to her hips, “yea…body hair..it’s like a lot and i’m not really…liking it..?” it’s hard to word how you really feel about yourself. “lemme see.” jinx’s voice stern and straightforward, stunned you really. “i’m sorry what?”

“let me see.” she repeated. “i-i don’t think t-that’s necessary..heh um—” she grabbed your shoulders and turned your upper body to face her, “let me see right now, you already told me anyways so i might as well see.” you’re speechless really, “sure…yea..” this will be quick, just a quick look and done.

now, you’re laying down on your back, legs open and exposed with your hands covering your face from embarrassment. you can feel her eyes burning into your hairy pussy. “your staring is making me uncomfortable sweets…” you said quietly. “it’s really long!” now she’s playing with it.

“don’t play with it!” you feel two fingers slip inside of your folds. your breath hitched. “j-jinx..” her fingers play around inside of you like slime in a container, “i would have made you cum at least 4 times by now—but noo! you had to delay it huh?” her fingers curled causing you to squirm, “stay still toots.” her finger go deeper, “but do you know how selfish that is? ugh! i swear toots.” your face flushed and breathing heavy, “jinx please..”

the knot inside of your stomach about ready to snap and let loose, “please please jinx..!” you beg, “what? you need to cum?” you nodded. “well then cum already.”

“short” my ass. why is this so long 😭

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[rizzyu]

▵▿— Hard Work Pays Off

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x gn! reader

Category: fluff

Warning: none

Summary: Satoru finally got time to relax with you after coming back from a 4-week-long mission

A/N: have been obsessing over this boi lately. Eyy no you do that too yea i see you

How long has it been?

Your husband took on an important interstate mission from the higher ups a month ago, and you hadn’t seen him since he left for that mission. He did text you between the 1-minute breaks he had. But later on he became so busy that he barely had the time to text you anymore, to the point where you started the get worried. Worried that he didn’t even let himself rest, or maybe something worse happened.

As you sat on the couch in your and Satoru’s shared home, your mind began to wander off again. Recently you were stuck in this cycle where every time you returned home from your missions for the day, you would helplessly think of nothing but Satoru. Guess this was just how much you missed him.

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard the doorbell ring. When you cautiously opened the door you a tall figure before you who was none other than Satoru himself. With a tired yet joyous smile on his face, he showed you a bag of your favourite dessert he bought just before returning home. “Darling I’m home.” Without another word, you wrapped your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Welcome home, ‘Toru” Your voice starting to break. “You were gone for so long, I was starting to get worried.” “M’sorry, the higher ups are really working me to the bone, y’know?” Satoru snaked his arms around your waist to pull you close. “But I’m home now… we can finally relax together…”

Next thing you knew was Satoru’s long ass body fell limp onto you. You hastily tried to support his sudden weight by adjusting your arms, careful not to completely drop the man onto the floor. “’Toru?” Satoru nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

“’M so tired…” His voice was muffled.

“’Toru stand up straight, I ain’t carrying you.”

“But I’m so sleeepppyyy…”

You sighed in defeat as you mustered up enough of your remaining strength to give the man a scuffed piggy pack. “You big baby…” You plopped him on the couch with a huff. You placed a little peck on his nose before heading to the kitchen to make him something to eat. You found some cake and instant ramen packets. As you were boiling the ramen, two arms snaked around your waist. Satoru pulled you close to him from behind and buried his face in your neck once again.

“’Toru I thought you wanted to sleep?”

“I can’t sleep without you acting as my pillow.”

“Satoru does this mean you haven’t slept at all during your mission?”

Satoru didn’t respond, only watched as you stopped stirring the boiling ramen and turned to make eye contact with him. “I was bweeesyyyy… (busy lol)” You brought a hand up you pat his head. You sighed “Take a quick shower and go to sleep after eating, ok? Can’t have you exhaust yourself under my watch.”

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You sat at the dining table with Satoru as you enjoyed your steaming hot ramen and cake. “Waaa this cake is still so gooood! It’s so sweet and fluffy! Wait, when did you get this??”

“Heh I got this specifically for you while you were still on your mission. I guess I’m just amazing when it comes to buying cakes.”

“And I have good taste in cakes right?”

“Yeah yeah whatever you say.”

“Tsk you’re so mean…”

▴▿▴▿▴

“Alright since you’re finished with your food, go take a shower. I’ll be waiting for you on bed.”

As Satoru showered, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Satoru acting like a little child after just arriving home. You knew Satoru barely had the time to actually enjoy the trip with so many tasks at hand, so it brought you joy to cheer Satoru up. You thoughts were cut short when Satoru stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his neck and damp bangs falling over his forehead. You’ve got to admit he looks so fucking captivating after shower. It honestly was taking you all your strength to not nosebleed. (I wrote this bc I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.)

“Hey you’re staring…”

You didn’t even notice yourself staring that Satoru until he told you. “WHAAT? No I’m not…” Satoru treaded over and got on bed with you. “Yea you were. Can’t resist my charm hmm?”

Smug bastard.

He crawled over you and caged you underneath him, watching as your cheeks and the tips of your ears immediately turned a pretty shade of pink. “Hey don’t you think this is the perfect time to make out?” “Satoru!” You turned your head to the side. “It’s late, plus you just got back from a mission. It’d be better if you rest now.” Satoru pouted at your response and gave you the most precious puppy eyes. You sighed. “How about tomorrow? If you sleep now, we can do whatever you want tomorrow.” Satoru perked up at your offer.

“Really? Anything I want?”

“Anything.”

With a cute little yay, Satoru laid beside you and pulled you close. You felt his soft lips capture yours. Satoru brought a hand up the cradle your face and tilted it to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away to catch your breath, he buried his head in your chest. “Then good night baby…” His voice gradually became softer and softer. “Satoru?” You tenderly called out his name before hearing little snores come from his plump lips. He was so tired he fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Cute. You placed a peck at the crown of his head and held his sleeping body close to you.

“You worked really hard didn’t you?” You softly chuckled “Good night to you too angle boy.”

[humpster35]

Sparkle Jump Rope Queen

Chris Sturniolo x reader

disclaimers: age gap, cnc, rough sex, swearing, teacher student relationship, daddykink, breeding kink, size kink and anal

here i am again…i always find myself back here some days….as i look out of the window i see the snow fall and the cool winter breeze capture the doves movements slowly. “Y/N” chris yelled. I sigh and turn around on the bed. “you always are fucking looking out that window. you’re not getting out of here with that attitude.” I sigh as I get up and go on the left side of Chris.

I pull his boxers down and start sucking his cock. it was full, thick at the top and i felt his vains or maybe it’s his- “AH SHIT fuck you’re doing soo good” Chris says as he starts to whimper and whine bucking his hips up into my mouth. I choke slightly but he hold my head in place while i stare at the snow outside.

“ouuh fuck yea gonna cum on that sweet face. you’re a fucking angel you know that? you like snow huh? mmm” Chris continued to ramble as he neared his climax when i feel his cum get sprayed on my face and eyes. i taste the cum on my lips and smile up at Chris grateful, “you know how much i love snow” i say with his cum starting to drip down my face. Chris just smiled and ran a hand through hair “yea. i know you love snow…i can give you snow anytime. make you a nice lil snow angel”

As i giggle he grabs a black shirt and clean my face of his cum. I lift up my white skirt and settle myself on top of his bare cock. “mind helping me?” I ask him nicely making the brunette boy smirk as he tears my stockings open and my underwear. the immediate feeling of his dick with precum on it touched my pussy as i sink down on it. I fully take him in and grip his shoulders. “Ahhhh yeaaaa ouhhh fuck yea that’s it baby. you’re so fuckin tight for my dick. tighter than my wife-AHHHH” Chris started rutting into my pussy hard thinking about our age difference as i cling to him like a little kid holding onto a teddy bear. the wet slapping sounds of my pussy can be heard all throughout the house and i look down at the bed realizing he’s fucking me on the side where his wife usually sleeps.

“WHAT THE FUCK CHRIS-“ i push his chest making him stop. “why are you FUCKING me where your fucking wife sleeps? that’s a bit sick don’t you think?-“ I feel chris slap his hand over my mouth and he picks me up and slams me on the bed. i’m laying on my stomach now. “Chris wait-AHHH OMG” Chris started fucking my asshole hard i could feel his balls slap against my pussy as i grasp at the sheets trying to hold onto something. “yea see how you like it bitch? you like getting fucked by a married man don’t ya? you wanna get pregnant don’t ya? mmm im gonna breed this tight pussy so bad ahhhh fuck” Chris throws his head back in ecstasy as he slams into my pussy only fucking my asshole to put me in my place. “ah ah ah ahhhh chris i can’t- please bio ahhhh” chris ignores my pleas as he fucks my pussy hard now lifting my legs up in the air from behind making me squirm. my ass bounced with each thrust.

chris lifts me up while i’m still on his dick and then he pulls out making me moan and a wet popping noise can be heard. “since you wanna be so goddamn extra and you wanna be a fucking gymnast get this damn rope.!” chris says as he shouts slightly at the end. I limp towards him and grab the jump rope. “jump.” chris simply says making me stare at him confused. “jump now or i’ll make you-“ I immediately start jump roping still being naked and i feel chris stick his dick in my asshole again letting out a low grutal groan making me stop jumping. “ohhh shittttt” chris throws his head back and then picks me up while i hold the jump rope in hand and slides his dick in my pussy. “woah lookie there you are jumping heh” chris smugly says as he fucks my pussy jumping slightly to give the illusion that i’m in jump roping with the rope still in my hands.

I cry out feeling myself drop the rope and try to reach at chris to stop but due to him being much bigger than me and me being much smaller i can’t even reach behind me. “ouhhh yea baby just like that…goood girll that’s it take daddy’s dick.” my face is contorted with pleasure and pain as i feel his dick hit my cervix each time. he lays me on the bed gently and pats my hair while fucking me. “shush (he kisses my head) you’re doing soo good baby (he kisses my lips softly) daddy’s almost done” i moan and hold onto his wife’s pillow as he cums deeply in my pussy “OHHH fuckkkkkkk AHH AH AH” his dick slips into my asshole by accident making him ride out his orgasm there. “yessssss (he bucks his hips in my ass slowly making wet noises) fuckkkk yeaaaaa (he holds his dick in my asshole for a minute then pulls out leaving a gaping hole)”

30 minutes later

chris and i lay in bed after cleaning up and taking a bubble bath together. i’m on his chest stroking his chest hair while he’s kissing the top of my head and rubbing my belly. “chris what will your wife think?” it’s quiet for like two minutes until chris speaks up “what she always thinks…..i was just with a student again. my wife doesn’t know or even cares what i do…which is why (he turns to me smiling) i fuck you on her side of the bed everytime (he rubs my sensitive pussy) so she knows that there’s always a tighter pussy out there.” i smile and lay my head on him. we watch home alone the rest of the afternoon then we hear a knock at the door.

[kinokoshoujoart]

is Rock/Romeo different in the japanese ds cute?

(as someone who isn’t fluent) yea in jp romeo sounds like less of a bastard and more like idk. idiot airhead spacey naive kid? the jp version also takes him much more seriously as a love interest option which stresses me out a bit but it’s also cute

for the english version of DS and cute natsume sometimes added some arrogant douchey scum bastard zaniness to romeo’s lines to idk i guess try and match rock? (who has different speech habits / “role speech” in JP compared to romeo) and of course natsume also just handled a lot of DS lines Weirdly or Not at all

for example

the wedding vow

JP:「もう一生離さないよ♡ 」| “For the rest of my life, I’ll never let go!♡” (cute)

Natume EN: “I’ll never leave you. Heh heh.” (troubling)

the divorce fakeout event you get if you neglect your husband (the entire thing)

JP: romeo thinks you hate him and he’s sad because you don’t communicate, and says goodbye.. he comes back and apologizes and admits he never wanted to leave, he just wants to stay together and you head to sleep (all’s well that ends well)

EN: romeock thinks you hate him and he says “is it my looks? my gorgeous looks can’t be fading already, can they?!” when he comes back he’s like “i know you can’t be tired of my looks already. it must just be a phase. well time for some beauty sleep” (who the fuck said you were allowed back in)

other than stuff like that, in general i’m finding a lot of events make slightly to very more sense in japanese because often it feels like each line of dialogue was either translated too literally into english or they didn’t have context, so that also applies to romeo’s heart and random events especially later events / events after marriage / rival marriage

the entire yellow heart event didn’t make proper sense to me in english compared to japanese but one small silly example from it where (probably) no context translation made the scene 10x funnier is when he has his dramatic confession

in JP he realizes he may have hurt you by joking around and making up stories to hide his feelings and apologizes profusely. protag shakes her head no with a heart over it to be like “it’s okay <3”

in EN he asks “Can you forgive me…?” and protag does the same gesture. like “NO <3”

also neither here nor there but his relationship with Louis feels a lot more familial in japanese. in english i wanted to kick him out the window during the child discipline event. in JP it’s more silly… (i still want to kick him out the window but more affectionately…) she overall sounds a lot more idk timid in EN but in JP she’s rougher and teases and scolds him a bunch (good👍). she and her two NEET cats children are a very cute family imo

overall i find natume’s odd additions to the game incredibly funny and enhance the experience in their own way (by making it worse) and i enjoy the more bastardly creature but i also think the more serious and soft romeo is sweet. he still has a lot of “what is wrong with his brain” moments in both en and jp he’s just more douchey in english

[15depressedducks]

Flowers Can Grow in Concrete C12

Every 2-3 days V would help N for a day. All he needed was some oil and a good charge. All V needed to do was keep the child accompanied so J wouldn’t murder the child. They need to keep a close eye on Uzi considering, J keeps staring to find when is the best time to swoop down and slice her head off. She kept throwing dirty looks and growling at the two of them. Lines seem to fade in under her eyes, which looked, bigger?.

N had chatted to her about Uzi’s birthday. It was October 31 and if they wanted to do anything for her, then would be the best time. V already had a gift, It was the choker her mom was wearing. She had told N about it, he thought it would be fine.

It had been a month or two since N brought Uzi home. N had changed her into different clothes that fit her better. It was a dark purple T-shirt with a black ‘:3’ on it. She also was wearing some black sweatpants.

V was hanging from her nest, watching the two play some weird game N probably made. Uzi would stand about 10-15 meters away from N, and N would run at her with his claws and ‘X’ on his visor. Uzi was supposed to move out of the way, but N always made sure he swerved away from her.

Looks like they're having fun! You should join! No. I don’t need to play any games with them. They can do that. Not me! Well N might need help~! Ughhhhh. Fine. 

V untangled her tail And soared above the pod. Heading straight to Uzi.

N was running straight at her, neither paying attention to V.

V grabbed Uzi and took her up into the air. Uzi screamed at the top of her voice box. N was looking around in a hurry.

“EEEEAEAEAEAEAEAEAAAEA”

“UZI! WHERE’D YOU GO?!! WHAT HAPPENED??!”

“Up here moron bot!” V was grining, Uzi stopped screaming and looked around.

“V! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! I WAS REALLY WORRIED!” V chuckled No!No!NoNoNoNoNoNo! Don’t do that!! Heh, make me~

“I’m fine N-AHAAHAAHAHHAAAAAEEE” V lighty tossed Uzi about her by a meter. Then caught her, and repeated the process.

“V!” N launched up and caught Uzi. She clung tightly to the fur on his coat.  Now look at what you did! Poor Uzi is all shaken up! This is’n-Shut up, I can also identify when I messed up! Don’t need you!

Uzi slowly opened her eyes, N was landing. “Wait… That was kinda fun…” Oh? She liked it… TAKE THAT PROGRAMED CODE! I-I'm not-Never mind… You’ll figure it out soon…

V landed beside them. “We can do that some other time. N. I’ll take over. You still haven’t learned how to take care of yourself and a kid.”

“Hehe… Yea…” N shifted around and lightly kicked some snow. “Okay Uzi! Be good for V!” N lowered Uzi to the ground. She was so small compared to him. She doesn't even reach my waist! Smol babe. What-?

The second, Uzi was on the ground, she tackled V. Just like before, she froze up. She didn’t freeze up as bad, but it still happened. Uzi’s arms acted like rope and tied her legs together. V’s optic’s hollowed, hands hovering, tail straight, mind buzzing. Small thing! Why!?

N was trying his best to hide his laugh. “Uzi, please let go?” V managed to croak out. Sweat was dripping down her visor.

“Oki!” Immediately after Uzi wasn’t touching her, she stepped back a bit. She exhaled a sigh. Well, do you know why I locked up? I think we both know~ I-Y-Shut up.

N walked away, leaving Uzi with V. “Squirmy Wormy! You want to play for some time?”

“Oki!” Uzi Jogged to their spot. Now with Uzi being there for well over a month led to some changes. Now a mattress layed there. It had a fitted sheet with the design of rainbow dogs, N picked it himself. It had a drawer/cubby tower beside it. That was filled with art supplies, toys, and snacks. Resting between the two was one of those lap boards. The design was a misty memory at that point. Lines and color blotches filled it with playfulness. 

Uzi was jumping on the make-shift bed, laughing and giggling. V sighed, and sat on said bed, legs arching off of it. “What are we going to play today?” Uzi said, jumping with every word. She was eager to know.

“I-Um,Well, you see”

“Please? I really want to know!”

“How about,” V tapped a claw to her chin “Hide and seek.”

“Yes! I’ll hide in the best spot”

“You pick the worst spots, what are you talking about?” J shouts, peaking out of her nest.

“I’m sure you will” V said with some sarcasm but a cheery smile. She turned to J, her face sour and said with a tone that could kill a god “You are not a part of this.” her voice could freeze any living thing. The venom could kill a honey badger. Uzi is currently scared and crying in the corner after V just yelled.

“What i'm telling the snack the truth” J replies, her full head out. Her hair is a bit worse for wear. 

V just sighs and shakes her head. She turns back to Uzi, showing a soft smile. V tries to comfort Uzi saying “I’m sorry Uzi, I didn’t mean to scare you”. But Uzi isn't listening, Uzi is sobbing uncontrollably, scared for her life.

“Nice job with your toy, traitor.” J shouts mockingly  

V snarled and bared her teeth. She was in her fighting stance with claws at the ready “J. Leave me and this kid alone.” Her tone was cold, the venom in it could kill a fucking honey badger. Uzi started to whimper.

“Alright fine” J replies, curling back into her nest. The intense yellow eyes were gone from view. V immediately turns to Uzi and tries to comfort her. Uzi is sobbing. She sat down to be on her height. Her claws formed into hands, but hesitated to touch her. Uzi reached for the hand and pulled it to her face. Tears rolled down her visor. She was rubbing her head in V’s hand, seeking comfort from it.

V froze. I-Uh-Um-Help! Geez, You don’t know how to comfort a kid? What would you do for Tes-DON’T! Don’t say that name.

V took her free hand and put it on Uzi’s back, And pulled her in for a hug. It was a bit tight but nothing would break. Uzi just sobbed.

“Y-You sounded l-like the m-monstersss!” She was stumbling over her own words.

“What monsters?”

“T-the ones in t-the bunker!”

“Oh…” V kept rubbing her back. Happy home much? Or happy neighbors?

“I’m sorry.” V looked morningful “She was just being mean and that was  the only way I knew how to make her stop”

“I-it’s okay…” Uzi sniffled. Her tail wrapped around them.

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They stayed like that for sometime. V saw N out of the corner of her vision go to his nest. Ok, now he’s asleep. Good.

“Are you feeling better?”

A small sniffle came “Yea…”

“Alright, do you want to play hide and seek now?” V pulled her off her chest, hands on shoulders. She had a soft smile displayed.

“Yea..!” Uzi said, whipping the last tear off her face. She had her playful look back on her face.

“Okay, I’ll count.” Her voice was soft like a caretaker’s. She smiled as the kid didn’t even wait for the count down, she just ran to the pod. Time to count I guess.

“1”

“2”

“3”

“...-...”

“18”

“19”

“20!”

“Ready or not! Here I come!” V was grining. She had her claws out for fun, walking towards the pod.

She circled around the pod.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

A shadow covered hers. She turned around and snarled at the foe.

The threat.

[foxkid-draws1323]

Heh some random drawings of blueberry bush and otter (2nd image is supposed to be of younger otter digging through a backpack as younger blueberry bush catches him-)

Also lore dump:

So basically blueberry bush and otter first met back when they where children.(otter was around 8 and blueberry bush was 9. also blueberry bush was just a seed at the time) blueberry bush and her dad had a mini camping trip cause their house is right next to the forest. Blueberry bush heard a sound and saw otter rummaging through her snacks (cause younger otter had a habit of doing that) otter was at first hostile but the two did manage to become friends non the less.

Fast forward to a couple years later otter and blueberry bush are both 20 and they still hang out with each other. One day otter smelled smoke near blueberry bushes house (cause she still lived in the same house) and decided to check it out. Otter soon discovered that his friends house was on fire (how the fire started I’m deciding-) and out of panic mf ran inside checking if his best friend was still in there. She was and otter managed to drag her out but yea he was too late. A couple of objects saw him dragging her out and chased him off. With otter only grabbing her bandana before running off. It’s been 6 years since that incident

[ferallove-for-tx2]

Kamaboko Squad x Popular GN!Reader Part 1

This is part 1 of a school AU where the reader (Gender Neutral) is one of the most popular teens at high school and the Kamaboko Squad are just regular teenagers.

P.S. I am still attempting to figure out how to use colors and fonts to make the post a little more fancy so I apologize for the inconvenience.

Genya

Many students had crushes on you and Genya was one of them, although he never initiated a conversation with you since he thought you couldn’t like him since you get many confessions on a daily basis.  The bell had just rung so many people were rushing through the crowded hallways to go home. You were heading to the locker rooms to change for (favorite sport) practice but you weren’t paying attention because you were looking at your phone when all of a sudden someone slammed into you which caused you to fall to the ground.

Genya: Oh I’m so…

His words drifted off as soon as he realized exactly who he bumped into. You rubbed your head and let out a slight groan.

Y/n: Hey, it’s okay it was just an accident.

He didn’t know what to do at this point. I mean, the poor boy just bumped into his crush and possibly hurt them, he didn’t know if he should help them up or walk away. 

Y/n: Uh are you okay? You’re just staring at me…did I do something wrong?

He snapped back to reality and realized that he indeed was staring at you, saying nothing. He frantically grabbed you by the arm and helped you up while muttering multiple apologies.

Genya: I’m so so sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you hurt?

Y/n: Oh no I’m not hurt, thank you though.

You started brushing your uniform off before looking back up to Genya who still had his hand on your arm while his face was red all over. 

Y/n: Hey I’ve seen you around before…what did you say your name was?

Genya: I- am u-uhm…i-it’s Genya Shinazugawa…

You gave him a smile which only deepened his blush. Your phone then buzzed and you looked at it and saw a text from one of your friends from practice asking where were you.

Y/n: We'll have to go, I’m late for practice and I need to fit in as much practice before the game tomorrow.

Genya: Oh right, your on the (favorite sport) team right?

You nodded.

Genya: W-well, I was actually going to that game tomorrow so I wish you luck…

Y/n: Aww thank you! I’ll see you then!

With that said, you two went your separate ways with you heading to the locker rooms and Genya rushing to his not so happy brother with blood dripping from his nose.

Tanjiro

Tanjiro just transferred to your school along with Nezuko, another student was showing them around when they bumped into you. 

Random Student: O-oh my gosh! We’re so sorry Y/n! P-please forgive us, we didn’t mean to bump into you!

Y/n: Heh, it’s fine, it was just an accident. Oh, I don’t recognize you two, are you guys new here?

Nezuko: Yea! I’m Nezuko Kamado and this is my onii-chan!

You turned to Tanjiro who was blushing as his eyes met yours, you waited for him to introduce himself but no words came out of his mouth. The situation was getting awkward so Nezuko nudged him 

which made Tanjiro snap back to reality.

Tanjiro: H-huh? Oh I-um am T-tanjiro and y-you are?

Before you had the chance to speak, the student that was showing the Kamado around spoke for you.

Random Student: This is Y/n L/n! The most popular, athletic, and smartest student!

Y/n: Wow, I don’t know about all that but yes I am Y/n. Anyways, I have to get to class, nice to meet y’all!

Nezuko: Bye Y/n!

Tanjiro: B-bye…

Random Student: BYE Y/N!

Nezuko could easily tell something was not right with Tanjiro.

Nezuko: Uhm, onii-chan? Is something wrong?

The student looked at Tanjiro’s abnormally red face and immediately knew what was going on.

Random Student: He fell in love with Y/n, everyone falls in love with them. Not only are they the best student, they are also the most attractive student! I can’t name a single person here who doesn’t have a crush on them.

Tanjiro: W-what? I just met them, how can I be in…love?

Nezuko smirked at Tanjiro, she’s gonna be teasing him for a while…

Zenitsu

It was the first year of high school and there were lots of new faces around. Although the year just started recently, you were gaining a lot of attention and before you knew it, most of the students had fallen for your charming personality, academic excellence, and athleticism. Many of the students tried to gain your attention and affection by initiating conversations with you. You were in history class when the teacher assigned you a partner essay. 

Teacher: Alright class, I am assigning you an essay about the Abolitionist Movement and I will be choosing partners for this assignment.

Students started whispering to others about how they hope to be your partner.

Random student: Oh my gosh I hope I can be with Y/n-

Another Student: No I’m gonna be with them watch…

The teacher started listing off partners which earned some groans from some of the students since they were disappointed that they were not your partner.

Teacher: And the final pairing will be Y/n and Zenitsu, should have 26 minutes left to begin.

Zenitsu: HI Y/N! I’M ZENITSU, YOUR PARTNER! HOW ARE YOU TODAY?

Y/n: Yea, I recognize your bright hair haha, but can you lower your volume a bit?

Zenitsu: Oh I’m so sorry Y/n! But you remember me?! That’s so sweet of you!

The other students were envious of Zenitsu’s luck, a couple of them either scoffed or rolled their eyes before beginning their work.

Y/n: Mhm, but we should start working on the project but since we have limited time, do you wanna come over to my house to work on it?

Zenitsu: Really?! I’d be honored to go to your house Y/n!

The bell rang and everyone started packing their things to head home for the day. Zenitsu skipped next to you with the widest grin imprinted on his face. You led him to your house and unlocked the door and the two of you went inside.

Inosuke

Your class was in P.E and the teacher was choosing the team captains for dodgeball.

Teacher: Alright guys, the team captains are Inosuke and (random student), whoever wins rock, paper, scissors will get first pick.

Inosuke: ALRIGHT WEAKLING, LETS SEE IF YOU ARE ABLE TO BEAT THE LORD INOSUKE HASHBIRA!

Random Student: Oh my god you don’t shut up do you?

The rest of the class watched in amusement as the two bickered until the teacher had enough.

Teacher: For god’s sake, JUST PLAY THE GAME AND CHOOSE YOUR TEAM!

Inosuke: FINE! LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH SO I CAN PICK THE UNDERLINGS I WANT WORKING FOR ME!

Some of the students looked at each other with confusion written all over their faces. You understand Inosukes different ways and even though they were odd, you never treated him differently from the rest. The two started doing best out of 3 and even though Inosuke didn’t entirely understand the game, he still managed to win.

Inosuke: HAHAHAHA! I TOLD YOU CAN’T BEAT THE GREAT LORD INOSUKE! I CHOOSE YOU (Mispronounced name)! 

The student that lost the game glared at Inosuke because they thought it was rude of him to mispronounce your name. You got off the bench and walked towards Inosuke, and then they continued to pick their teammates and before the dodgeball match began, Inosuke gave what he thought was an inspiring speech.

Inosuke: ALRIGHT MY UNDERLINGS, IF WE LOSE THIS MATCH, THEN YOU ARE THE ONES TO BLAME! IF YOU GET OUT THEN YOU ARE USELESS AND DON’T DESERVE TO BE MY UNDERLING, UNDERSTOOD?

Most of the kids rolled their eyes or face palmed before coming towards you.

Another random student: Yea uhm, we are going to listen to Y/n instead since they are really athletic.

The other students nodded or muttered yea’s while Inosuke looked at you and stomped right over.

Inosuke: So you’re the one that everyone bows down to huh? Well then, I am the Lord Inosuke and you are?

Y/n: Uh Y/n…why?

Inosuke: You’re not a lord or god? WHY THE HELL DOES EVERYONE RESPECT YOU SO MUCH?!

Another random student: Because everyone likes them.

Before anyone could say another word, the teacher blew the whistle and the game began.

[applesapp]

movie night <3 hanjisungxreader

Part 4!! previous part is above :>

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Y/N wakes up for the day the next morning around 11:30. The sun isn’t shining on her face today, though. The sound of hard pouring rain crashes down onto her window, waking her up. The sky is cloudier than usual. It’s a dark gray and the fog from the bay covers the ground. She leans over to look outside her window. No one is outside. The rain is so heavy, streams are being formed along the sides of the roads. The smell of the rain can be smelled through her window, filling her room with a musky and fresh scent. Oddly, she loves it.  Y/N thinks the rain is beautiful. She rolls back over to her nightstand to grab her phone. She slides over to the camera and takes a few pictures of the rainy city outside her apartment. She then checks her notifications. She has a few texts from Jisung.

“Ur welcome! I’m sorry I didn’t respond right away. I was super tired and wanted to get home and I crashed on the couch. I just woke back up.” (sent 12:30 am)

“Also, just if your thinking, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if I did, I was just overthinking and freaked out a little bit” (sent 1:00 am)

“Ok I’m really going to bed, goodnight, I'll talk to you in the morning” (sent 1:30 am)

Y/N reads the messages confused. She wonders why he was up so late and texting her. She hesitates to respond, she doesn’t know what to say. After a while, she responds. 

“Hi! I’m sorry you didn’t get much sleep, it’s raining today, so there's not much to do today, what are you doing?”

She sits up and goes to make breakfast. After she grabs her toast and coffee, she goes to her couch and turns on the TV. A few episodes into her favorite show, her phone dings.

“Hey, yea sorry I didn’t get much sleep last night, I don’t know why. Well today is Sunday so we have today off, so nothing really, you?”

Y/N jumps up in excitement. She smiles at his text, she's so happy he responded. 

“I’m not doing anything! Since you know where I live now, wanna come over for some popcorn and a movie?” Y/N texts him back, hoping he’ll respond positively.

“Yea sure! What time?” He responds quickly.

The clock reads 12:00, Y/N does her calculations on how long it will take for her to get ready for him to come over. She decides on 2:30. 

“Does 2:30 work?” 

“Yep! See you then”

Y/N shoots out of her couch and into the bathroom to shower. She takes a quick one, not washing her hair because she washed it the day before. She throws it into a quick messy bun and applies light, basic makeup. She throws on a big tee shirt and black shorts so she can be comfortable. She brings in Christmas lights into the living room and a bunch of blankets to make it super comfy. She heats up some popcorn, and only a few seconds later, she hears a knock at her door. She brushes down her shirt and fixes herself to open the door. She opens the door to see Jisung standing there. He’s holding a huge bag of those hershey's assorted chocolate bars. His dark brown hair is damp and falling over his eyes. His clothes are kind of wet from the walk into the building. Before walking in, he looks Y/N up and down. His eyes are locked onto her, making her blush. 

“Hi Jisung!” She says with a sweet smile.

“H-hey..” He responds, still staring at her.

Y/N rushes him inside so he isn’t just standing out in the hallway. 

“I’m guessing you like chocolate?” She asks.

“Heh, yea I do, I think it would be a good snack for us to share.” He responds. 

She takes them from him and puts them onto the counter. She shows him the comfy fort she made for them and brings over the snacks. 

“What do you want to watch?” She asks.

“Have you heard of (movie of your choice)?? I think it’s really good.” He says.

“No I haven’t! We should totally watch it! Plus, it’s super long so we can watch it for a while.” She pulls up the movie and presses play. They start the movie sitting on either side of the couch. They share a big bowl of popcorn and several snacks between each other. 

A little ways through the movie, they both reach for the popcorn at the same time. But instead of pulling their hands away, they stay there. 

“Oops haha, go ahead take some.” She says.

“Thanks, also, why are you all the way over there? Come over here.” He waves his hand towards him.

Y/N scoots over towards him and he puts his arm around her. She snuggles up closer to him. They get closer and closer to each other as the movie goes along, becoming more comfortable with each other. Eventually the movie comes to an end. The snacks are almost all gone. 

“Awe, does this mean you have to go?” Y/N asks Jisung.

“No.. not necessarily.” He looks down at her and smiles. 

They both look each other in the eye and slowly move closer into each other. Suddenly, their lips meet. His soft, warm lips carrsess Y/N’s. He puts his hand on the side of her face, making the kiss deeper. After a few seconds, they pull away from each other. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you, Y/N” He tells her. 

“Hehe, me too”

They look each other deep in the eye. Y/N smiles and gives him another kiss on the cheek, he blushes and giggles back. He gets up and says

“But seriously it’s like 5:30 now, that movie was so long, I should probably get going..” He stutters.

“Awe okay, do you really have to go?” Y/N asks.

“I do, I have rehearsal early in the morning and I need to pack and I need to talk to the band and-” Y/N cuts him off

“Jisung, it's okay! You can go! You don’t need to make up excuses!”

“Okay, I’m sorry Y/N I just really have to go. I don't want to go but I have to.” 

“I know I know!! Just gooo!!” She says.

She walks him up to the door and opens it for him. She looks up into his beautiful brown eyes and gives him a hug. They hold that for a while until she backs away.

“I’ll text you later! Be safe!”

“Thank you! Text you!”

He leaves and she closes the door behind her, she is really falling for him faster that she thought she could. 

[chairwritexv]

oopsiedee, here’s part three!

part one | part two | ->part three <-

“YOURE FOX?!?!!” mikey leapt in your face, his eyes wide.

“uhh, y-yea-“ you laughed nervously, your eyes looking past mikey’s shocked face towards april and leo.

leo’s face was one of pure shock and surprise, and april’s was one of shock and confusion.

“OHMIGOSH!!!!! I CANT BELIEVE I KNOW FOX-“ mikey shrieked, practically bursting your eardrums.

“y-yep-“

april’s face suddenly appeared in yours, pushing mikey out of the way.

“YOU’RE FOX AND YOU DIDN’T TELL US?!?!??”

“w-well-“

leo was still staring at you with a shocked face before finally snapping out of it and pushing april out of the way, grabbing you by the shoulders.

“OHMIGOSH!! YOURE FOX?!? MY BEST FRIEND IS FOX?!?? THIS IS DIABLOS AMAZING!!!”

he lifted you up and spun you around, much to your surprise, causing you to blush slightly. he set you down, turning to april as you tried to regain your balance.

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”

“I KNOW RIGHT?!?!!”

you rubbed your head, starting to get overwhelmed.

“i, uh- i think i’m gonna go change, i’ll see you three back at the lair-“ you said, nervously waving and putting on a fake smile before going back to your room, leaving a few very confused bandmates behind.

……………

you stood at the entrance of the lair, staring at the sewer cover.

last night’s events had gone better than expected, but you were still dreading the aftermath.

it was all replaying in your mind, specifically the part when leo had lifted you up.

you knew why you kept thinking about it, but you decided to deny it. how healthy.

you sighed and lifted up the sewer cover, dropping into the lair below.

……………

your feet hit the concrete floor with a thump. the turtles were no where to be seen, so you decided to sit on the couch.

maybe leo and mikey wouldn’t talk to you about it.

but that was just wishful thinking.

you heard the familiar slap of mutant-feet on the concrete, and the voice you dreaded to hear. ironic, considering you usually looked forward to hearing it.

“yoo, hola, Y/N~”

leo leapt over the back of the couch and sat next to you.

“sooo, about last night-“

“oh, yea, about that- look, i’d really appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone.”

leo blinked, surprised.

“i mean- yea, sure, hermosa.”

you looked away, trying to ignore the blush crawling up your face.

“just one question, though~”

you looked back at him. “hm-?”

“…why’d you hide it from me- us?”

you sighed.

“i’m sorry. it’s just- i didn’t want to get overwhelmed and stuff, plus i was kinda embarrassed about it-“ you chuckled dryly with a bit of nervousness sprinkled in.

leo’s face changed, though you couldn’t pinpoint the exact emotion he was showing.

he unexpectedly grabbed your face, making you blush.

“what?? how could you be EMBARRASSED about that?! you’re an amazing singer and songwriter, and completely badass! there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, hermosa-!”

you stared at him for a moment, the blush crawling up your face from leo’s compliments and the small gap between your faces.

“heh, t-thanks-“

leo finally realized how small the gap was, glancing at your lips once before letting your face go and putting some space between the two of you.

“yea, ‘c-course-“

he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, looking away from you but stealing a glance.

you stared at your lap, trying to stop the blush on your face from growing.

leo smiled at you, the blush on his face growing as he looked downwards.

“so, uh, wanna get some pizza-?” he asked, tilting his head at you.

“y-yea, sure.” you looked up, smiling at him.

your smile made leo’s heart flutter, his already heavy blush growing by the second.

he stood up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“let’s go then, querida~”

whoo, finally finished it! hope y’all enjoyed!

[thetravelingymleader]

The Meeting (Offscreen)

“Hello, anyone here?” The lights in the police station are on, but it seems nobody is answering the door. ‘Weird,’ Nox thinks to himself, ‘Maybe I should-’ CLICK. The doorknob turns smoothly in his hand.

“Hello-o-o?” The door creaks open, “Kahuna Nanu?” The trainer’s voice echoes in the seemingly empty room, but to no avail. A sigh escapes his lips, “Dammit, maybe he left alr-”

“Mrrrowr?”

Nox whips his head around, eyes landing on the culprit of the voice, It’s… a persian? Grinning, he bends down to give the feline scratches under her chin.

“Heh, well, hey there, you sure are pretty… and gray?” The cat’s purrs rumbled in his hand, obviously lavishing in the attention she’s receiving.

“That’s Missy, she’s an Alolan Persian, S’why she’s gray.”

A yelp escapes the trainer’s throat, jumping up to his feet. In front of him suddenly stands an older man- Gray thinning hair, crimson eyes, and a very tired look in his eyes. Lines weigh down on the man’s face, making his overall demeanor appear irritable and sleepless.

“Oh uh, right. Forgot they’re different from the ones in Kanto. Um, anyway, I’m Nox!” The trainer holds out his hand for a polite handshake, but receives only an exasperated sigh in return.

“What do you want?”

“Uhh, well, I was told by Kahuna Hapu to find the Kahuna here- Nanu, I think?”

“Yup.”

“Uhh, ‘Yup’ what?”

“Yup, what do you want?”

Nox’s face twists in bewilderment, “Are you saying you’re Kahuna Nanu?”

The man simply nods, never breaking his monotonous expression. 

“Oh, well great! I could really use your help with something, I-”

“Can’t. Busy.”

“... But I haven’t even told you what I need.”

“Don’t care. Got enough stuff to do ‘round here.”

“But, Hapu said-”

“Hapu ain’t the boss around here- I am, and I said I can’t right now.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he softly sighs, “Look kid, go home. Bother someone else.”

Nox’s nose crinkles in annoyance, “Oh yea sure dude, lemme just go ALL the way back to fuckin’ Sinnoh.” His chest begins knotting up in anger, “Look, I don’t HAVE anyone else to ‘bother’. I was specifically told to find YOU, so I ain’t LEAVING until you at LEAST hear me out!” Nox’s fists are balled up white-knuckle tight, and his heart pounds against his ribcage. He never was one for confrontation, but he had gotten this far, and he wasn’t turning back now.

As Nox stands there, defiantly, Nanu’s eyes start scanning the younger man more closely. The cop glances away in another direction, “Your stubbornness is annoying, ya know that?” Almost reminds me of myself. He sighs, “Fine. just make it quick.”

Taking a deep breath, Nox shakily calms his knotted nerves, “Thank you.” he breathes out, his face softening once more, as the wave of anxiety flushes away.

“I’m looking for someone I lost a-... a really long time ago.” The trainer’s eyes flicker up to the man to see Nanu is boredly leaning against a countertop, a thick eyebrow raised in Nox’s direction. 

“It’s a really long story, so I’ll… spare you, but I-I lost my dad… back when I lived in Kanto,” Nox instinctively looks down, “Apparently after my mom died, he couldn’t take care of me, I guess, and left me in my grandma’s care.” his voice quivers slightly, “According to my aunt, he moved here, to Alola, and my grandmother severed all ties with him. She even… lied to me, and told me he was dead.”

As Nox took a quick pause in his story, Nanu was assessing the story’s details. Something about this story sounded strangely familiar to the cop.

Momentarily, he is taken back, 18 years prior, when he was still a young cop. He had been chosen to station in Kanto and assist with their police force. It was different from Alola, sure, but they apparently needed his expertise. The region had been having trouble with, at the time, a rapidly, rising gang of miscreants.

“–So, now I’m here, trying to find him.” Nox continues, eyes shut closed. Nanu is forcibly shaken from his flashback, finding himself listening a little more intently this time. Nox wipes at his stinging, teary eyes, “Sorry give me a moment.”

Nanu nods responsively, once again getting lost in his own head. He’s brought back to the nostalgic memories of meeting a young woman in Lavender Town, and instantly falling in love with each other. They had gotten married– much to her own mother’s dismay, and even had a small daughter together. Things went well for the young couple, that is until his wife’s untimely death, done in by none other than the same people he swore to fight against and protect others from, Team Rocket. By the Tapus, he suddenly thinks, what a failure of an officer I was that day…

“–Was killed by Team Rocket,” The young trainer had apparently started talking again, Nanu nearly missing the kid’s sob-story. But wait, what was that? Did he just say-

“E-excuse me?”

Nox, startled from his story, blinks at the officer in momentary confusion, “Team rocket? They killed my mother, and a couple other channelers that day when I was around 7 years old. I don’t remember where my dad was. I think he was on call in Viridian, or at least that’s what my grandmother told me.”

Could this be a coincidence? No it can’t be… This was way too in-line with his own memory of that day, albeit from a different perspective. However, this couldn’t be his daughter, Nox was clearly a man, and even had a different name. He pauses his train of thought as Nox continues his monologue.

“I-I don’t have any photos of him, only of my mother, and I doubt he’ll even recognize me because I look way different now and–” 

Nausea slowly heats up in the Kahuna’s throat and he forcibly swallows it back down. His heart clamors in his chest, and beads of sweat form along his brow, D-different? He says he looks different. Could that mean-?! A sniffle is heard from Nox, and Nanu’s attention is captured by the kid again.

“Sorry I… I don’t mean t-to cry. I-I just r-really want to find him. I-I d-don’t even know if h-he remembers me or–”

Hesitantly, The words bubble out of Nanu’s throat, “Astra?” 

Gaze shooting upward, Nox’s eyes lock on Nanu in bewilderment. Did he hear that correctly? It had to be. What else would the Kahuna be trying to say? He begins to stammer.

“Wha-?! How–... How do you know that name?”

Instead of answering, the cop appears to be lost in his own head, “I… I don’t believe this. This can’t be happening.” Nanu rubs at his face, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, “This is too coincidental… far too coincidental…”

“What is? What are you talking about?”

“Can’t be happening…”

“Hey!” Nox shouts, trying to get the older man’s attention, “You’re freaking me out right now, dude! HELLO?”

Nanu whips his attention back to Nox, intensity burning in his eyes, “How do you know that name?”

“Astra?”

“Yes.”

Crinkling his nose, Nox stares heatedly back, What is he interrogating me now? “Because it’s my dead-name. I’m trans, dude.” Nox rolls his eyes really hoping the conversation isn’t steering in THAT particular direction. “So, how do YOU know THAT name?”

The cop pauses, growing silent once again, The trainer’s stare cuts like daggers into his flesh. Suddenly a sigh escapes Nanu’s throat, eyes glancing away from Nox, “Because… your mother and I, Nocturna, gave it to you.”

Nox sucks in a breath. Words and thoughts flood his swirling brain, and yet he can’t spit any sensible coherence out. He… he knew his MOTHER’S name too? Wait, could it actually be.

“Are… you trying to say YOU are my dad?”

“I… I am.”

Nox glares, “What was mom’s full name?”

“Nocturna Kikuko.” Nanu sighs, “And your full name was Astra Kikuko.”

“Holy shit…” Nox breathes out in a choked whisper, a hand covering his mouth in shock. “Y-you are my dad…”

Nanu finds himself wiping his eyes on his coat sleeve. He never was one to cry in front of others but this… this was different. Both men stared at each other in heavy silence, before Nanu was the one to break it, “I… I know we haven’t seen each other in so long but… can I hold you?” 

Nox nods, eyes tearing up again, before walking over and slowly wrapping his arms around Nanu– his father. Nox buries his face into the stiff fabric of Nanu’s police jacket, staining the cloth with tears. The embrace is a bit awkward at first, but after some time, all of it is quickly washed away and Nox finds silent comfort in his dad’s arms.

After what seems like an endless moment, Nanu manages to pull himself away, but keeps his hands on his child’s shoulders, afraid of losing him again. 

“I can’t believe it… 18 years… and you managed to find me.” Nanu’s face has drastically softened, as his eyes flitter in every direction, taking in Astra- no, Nox’s image. “I never thought I’d see you again…”

“I’ve never seen you at all,” Nox chokes out a small laugh, “Agatha… didn’t keep any photos of you.”

His dad can’t help but breathe out a tiny chuckle, “Well, you don’t need any photos now.” Nanu says, regaining his calm composure. “Let me take you back to my place. We… we have a lot of catching up to do.”

[starbudspresents]

Re.Gray 036 - Vampire pt. 6: Repatriation

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Summary: Lavi vs. Krory. Meanwhile, Eliade and Allen reveal their true colours.

Volume 4, Chapter 36

Vampire of the Lonely Castle ⑥: Repatriation

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36th Night - Vampire of the Lonely Castle ⑥: Repatriation

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sfx: DON BAAN gagah [various battle noises, as Lavi and Krory go at it hammer and teeth in the cemetery garden]

Lavi: ...In short, Akuma are weapons1 wearing human skin! Krory: That so.

Lavi: So it's Akuma blood you've been sucking, okay?

Krory: That so. Krory: But wait? If that were true, should I not be dead of its poison? Krory: I find your tale hard to credit. sfx: zah [he and Lavi break apart momentarily]

Lavi: Heh. Actually, I can think of others who've survived it. Lavi: This is what I'm thinking: Lavi: Akuma poison doesn't work on you because, like Allen, you're a parasitic-type Accommodator. Lavi: And you've unconsciously only gone after Akuma...

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Lavi: Those crazy-hard teeth of yours are Innocence, right?

Krory: ......

Lavi: You like hunting Akuma? Join up with us and you'll never run out. Lavi, side: Red-carpet welcome! Lavi: You're strong, so to make you listen, Lavi: it looks like I've gotta go all-out. Lavi: So tell me yea or nay when you come to, yeah? sfx: zu [a ring of seals springs up in the air around the hammer 2] Lavi: Krow. ♪ 3

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sfx: baki baki baki [Allen's ribs creaking under the pressure of Eliade's tightening grip]

Allen: cough Allen: hack Allen: cough

Eliade: What's the matter? You were breathing fine a second ago. Eliade: I'll crush your ribcage if you don't fight back, you know?

Allen: ——... Allen: wheeze... Allen: ——...

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Allen: ? Allen: It's hot... Allen: I'm losing my grip... Allen: It's like something is sapping the strength from my whole body. Allen: My senses are fading... Allen: I'm sleepy...

sfx: dokah [Eliade punches him hard in the face with her free hand] Eliade: No? No reaction? Eliade: Or don't you have the guts to fight?

sfx: bota bota [books fall from the shelves around Allen's shoulders] Allen: ......

Eliade: Perhaps Arystar did you some real damage.

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Eliade: Well, then.

Allen: I mustn't... Allen: Mustn't fall asleep. Allen: Can't feel the pain, or anything else... Allen: My senses are numb. Allen: If I fall asleep, I'm dead. Allen: Talk. Allen: Come on, think. Allen: We have no... intention of... slaying Arystar Krory... Allen: So there's... no reason to fight...

Eliade: Ah. Eliade, side: It speaks.

Allen: He may... be neither vampire... nor monster... Allen: but rather... one of us...

sfx: baki [Eliade hits him hard across the face, no longer smiling]

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Eliade: Aha! Eliade: Ahahahahaha!! sfx: doka baki doka baki goki dogo goki dogo [vicious successive hits, sound changing as his face gets pulpy] Eliade: Ahahahaha!! Eliade: One of you? Don't make me laugh. sfx: DON [she slams him back into the shelves with both hands] Eliade: He is a vampire! Eliade: You think I'll let you take him...?

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Eliade: This is why Eliade: I have to kill you. sfx: dokan [impact]

sfx: dosah [Allen slumps bonelessly to the floor, prone] sfx: nuh [Eliade produces a wood axe]

Eliade: Off with your head. sfx: goh [she approaches] Eliade: I'll drain the blood from your body and hang it it from the gate, sfx: goro [she kicks him over onto his back] Eliade: so that no one will ever come near this castle again.

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sfx: nu [she lays the blade against his throat] Eliade: I'll save some face if I offer his life in place of Krory's.4

sfx: ZAN [she swings]

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Eliade: !! sfx: gugugu... [she strains, but Allen holds the blade fast in his left hand and it won't budge] sfx: gugu [still trying] Eliade: Tch. Eliade: Still got some juice, huh. sfx: gugugu [his grip remains tight and unyielding] Eliade: !! Eliade: Wait, he's... Eliade: unconscious...!?

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sfx: gikin [the red hand tightens and the axe-blade shatters] sfx: kah [a sudden light shines in Eliade's face] Eliade: !?

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sfx: DO [Eliade jumps back, wounded in the chest but not fatally] sfx: zuzu [the arm makes the zipper noise] sfx: haa haa haa [Eliade panting] sfx: dokuh dokuh dokuh [Eliade's heart thundering] Eliade: What is he? Eliade: His left arm is moving on its own!?

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sfx: zu zu zu [a black pentacle appears over his closed left eye in a slow, twisted knot] sfx: ZU [it finishes unfurling, an ornate capital D forming in the center] sfx: shu... [a wisp emerges from it] sfx: shuru... [the wisp slowly takes the shape of a skull, black pentacle blazoned across the top and D written above its left eye socket]

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sfx: kah [it stares at Eliade, sees her, and she feels it like a physical blow]

Eliade: !?

Mana?: I'm home, Allen. Mana?: The darkness has returned... sfx: zuuu... [the skull begins to retreat back into Allen's head without losing its shape, phasing through his skin and bone] sfx: zubububu [there seems to be some resistance, an almost elecrical buzzing at the boundary being crossed]

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Allen: My senses have returned...

sfx: kachin [the skull settles comfortably into place within Allen's, ghostly black tail dangling into his throat; Allen's cursed eye, healed, opens for the first time since Road stabbed it out, and it's pitch black]

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Allen: So you're an Akuma. sfx: sutoh [his left arm sets him lightly on his feet]

sfx: jujujuju [Eliade's wound churns with scales and little gears] Eliade: Strange boy...

Allen: It's returned again. Allen: This black-and-white world.

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Mana?: Welcome home.5

Allen: I'll have to eat my words. sfx: vuvu VU [Innocence thrumming, now in controlled cannon form] Allen: Seems there is reason to fight.

END OF VOLUME 4 - MARSHALS IN DISTRESS

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FOOTNOTES

Mismatch: Kanji: 兵器 heiki "weapon" Furigana: メカ meka "mecha"

Lavi calls Akuma "mechas", which is an interesting reversal; normally, with mechas, the squishy human bit is on the inside, piloting, and the metal is the outer skin being piloted, but Akuma are the perfect opposite. [ ♠ ]

Starting from the frontmost, counterclockwise: - 天 (heaven) - ? - 木 (wood) - ? - 火 (fire) - hidden behind Lavi - ? - 地 (earth) - ? - 水 (water) [ ♠ ]

Original: クロちゃん kurochan "Kro-chan". Kuro also means "black", of course, so there's a bit of wordplay there I can't preserve. Opted to add a little to make up for it, playing on "black" and "has wings, or something like them". [ ♠ ]

This is a reference to her mission as an Akuma; she hasn't killed Krory as she was supposed to, so she's hoping killing an Exorcist will make up for that somewhat. [ ♠ ]

I'm pretty sure this is what the chapter title "Repatriation" is referring to; that word describes the return or restoration of a person to the country of their birth or citizenship, the return of an exile to the place where they belong. Here, the curse is welcoming Allen back to the monochrome world, which he was temporarily exiled from by his injury. (Will have to be careful when typesetting to make it clear through font which of them is speaking through this section. It's obvious in Japanese because the curse speaks mostly in katakana, while Allen's thoughts are normal, but English only has the one alphabet.)

Also, I know it's a bit awkward, but where I used the word "return" three times in short succession at the end there, those were (also somewhat awkwardly) all the same word in Japanese, 戻ってきた modottekita. I don't know how significant that is but it struck me. [ ♠ ]

[zenasilvera6812]

Goopy Le Grande x Hilda Berg

Requested by the lovely @littlefaeriebottles

Thank you so much for your request! I really enjoyed writing for these two!

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The moon laid lazily over Inkwell Isles, stars twinkling overhead, illuminating the ebony sky. 

Goopy pointed out towards the sky at another constellation, Hilda sighing in faux annoyance, hiding her smile. 

“What is that one in the shape of a ‘W’?” 

“That’s Cassiopeia. “

“Who’s that?” 

“Remember when I told you about Perseus and Andromeda?” 

“Yea! Perseus saved her from an island after slaying a sea monster! RIght?!” 

“Yes, well… Cassiopeia was Andromeda’s mother. “ 

“Oh… “ 

“She claimed to be prettier than all the sea nymphs, which angered Posiedon. He sent Cetus, the sea monster, to destroy Cassiopeia’s kingdom. In hopes of saving the kingdom, Cassiopeia had her daughter tied to a rock to satiate Cetus. That was when Perseus saw her and saved her. “ 

“That wasn’t very nice… “ 

“Don’t worry, Perseus used Medusa’s head to turn her to stone. “ 

Goopy snickered, bouncing up and down, “He couldn’t have just punched her and been done with it?” 

“I don’t think punching people was considered a viable way to kill people in Greece. They were very barbaric. “  

“Oh- “ 

Hilda turned her gaze back upwards towards the stars. Goopy looked up at her, bouncing a bit.

“Whatcha’ thinking about?” 

“I may go on a flight soon, I enjoy being up in the clouds. “ 

“Take me with you?” 

Hilda glances back towards Goopy, who was currently staring her dead in the eyes like a begging puppy.  “Why would you want to?” 

“Parce que je t'aime bien et que je veux passer du temps avec toi… I mean… I’m curious! I’ve never flown! I can only bounce so high y’know!” He chuckled, giving her a nervous, unconvincing smile. 

Hilda shrugged, “I… guess? No one has ever really asked before. “ 

“You could tell me more stories! They’re very, very interesting! Or, I could tell you about the time I beat Ribby and Croaks in a two-to-one match! That was fun! I don’t have any legs, but I still beat them! They can box, but they cannot bounce, not like I! H-Hey-! I have an idea! Let’s go flying now, while the moon is still high!” 

Hilda shook her head, ready to say ‘no’ until she again saw the way he bounced up and down excitedly at the idea. 

“Alright, we can go. C’mon. “ 

“YES!” He hopped into her arms, arms phasing around her sides. She gives a half-smile and hugs him in return. 

“Don’t get used to it, I still like being alone most of the time. “ 

“But you haven’t been shooing me away recently!” 

“No… I haven’t…” Hilda sighed, putting him on the ground. “I’ll need a second, alright?” 

“I’ll wait right here, amie!” 

Hilda summoned a cloud, reaching up to pull herself onto it. “Alright, get up here. “ 

Goopy bounced a few times, gaining momentum before launching himself onto the cloud. 

“You may want to hang onto my shoulders. “ Hilda warned him, before taking a deep breath. 

“Oh, why- AAH!” Goopy grasped onto her shoulders as the cloud disappeared from under them, shutting his eyes quickly. “Hilda, wait! I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna- wait… “ 

He opened his eyes, glancing towards the ground in wonder. “Hilda! You never told me YOU could fly!” 

“I thought that was obvious?”

“Heh, well…” Goopy’s face went violet as he chuckled nervously. “I always assumed you just flew on your clouds… “ 

“Nope. Although they are a necessary part of my transformation. “ Hilda grinned, although Goopy wasn’t able to see it. “You said earlier you had a story to share. Something about battling those annoying toad brothers?” Hilda asked him before taking off at a moderate pace, a breeze chilling their faces, only slightly. 

“Oh, they aren’t all that bad! They just get a little rowdy, hehe. I was feeling particularly victorious that day, after all! These cup-headed brothers came through, thought they could rough me up. I mean… they did. But not without much trial and error! Anyways… I decided to pay the toad brothers a visit, we’re long-time rivals y’know? ‘Course, they were more on my level! “ 

“Cup-headed brothers, you say? I was rudely awoken by a pair of the same description, something about collecting contracts for the Devil and his henchmen Dice. “ 

“KING Dice, Hilda, he’s Mr. KING Dice! He’s quite snazzy y’know, in that purple suit of his! Il n'est toujours pas aussi beau que moi… “ 

“He’s sleazy and annoying. “ 

“Oh come on, he’s still talented!” 

“How so? By tricking poor citizens into gambling their souls away through rigged games and false promises of fortune and fame?” 

“Well… okay you’re not wrong… “ Goopy frowned. “Did he try to trick you, Hilda?” 

She sighed, slowing down to a cruising speed. “I was foolish, naive. I have always loved the stars. I only ever wanted to be like them. I’ve never gotten along well with people, I liked being alone. All I ever wanted, was to be one with the sky, the stars, the moon… “ 

“And?” 

“And so, I sold my soul to be able to. That’s why those Devil’s minions disturbed me. I… I wasn’t ready to part with myself. “ 

“That makes sense… I have a contract too… “ 

A silence fell between the two, distant but not unpleasant. Goopy looked ahead, watching the sun peak just slightly over the horizon. “Are we going to land soon?” He asked, breaking the quiet. 

“We’ll need to, I am not accustomed to being active in the day. “ 

“That’s alright. But may I stay with you? I don’t think you should be left alone right now. “ 

“Why not?” She scoffed. 

“Je me soucie de vous!”

Hilda bit her lip, irritated, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You just admitted something to me that I doubt anyone else has, and I want to make sure you’re actually gonna be alright before I leave you. Friends should always be together, especially when one of them is sad! What I was trying to say is that I care about you!” 

The zeppelin halted, jerking Goopy forward quickly enough to fling him off her back. Without a second thought, Hilda caught him, staring deathly into his eyes. “Do you really mean that?” 

“Of course, why would I lie?” 

Her expression softened, “No one cares about what happens to me. “ 

“I do. “ He grinned up at her, an unheard hope that she’d believe him. 

“... “ 

Hilda moved to land on the nearby isle, not entirely sure where it was, but it didn’t matter. Goopy hopped out of her arms bouncing a bit on the ground as she transformed back into her normal form. 

“So… about staying with ya- “ 

“Fine. But don’t lea- “

“I won’t!” 

“ - don’t leave without warning me, first. “ 

“Oh- I thought you didn’t want me to leave at all. “

She groaned, sitting against a tree. “It’s up to you. “ 

“Okie!” He bounced over to her side, tucking himself under one of her arms. “Besides, ya need a pillow don’t ya?” 

Hilda chuckled softly, patting his head. “What am I gonna do with you?”  

Goopy’s eyes glowed up, starting to bounce again excitedly. “You’re smiling!” 

“I’m too tired to care anymore. I need sleep. “ Hilda slouched further against the bark. Not the most comfortable place in the world for a nap, but she didn’t care if he didn’t. 

They watched again as the sun creeped further, lavishing the sky in shades of orange and red as the light pushed away the darkness. To Hilda’s surprise, the energetic slimeball had already passed out next to her. Welp, even the energizer bunny needs rest. 

Hilda allowed a sigh of relief, a true smile gracing her features as she lifted Goopy into her arms. So he won’t get cold. She pondered for a while, far longer than intended as sleep was now escaping her. 

She’d never had a true friend. Not like the sleeping blueberry in her arms at least. But something else was stirring, a feeling she was afraid of understanding. 

All of his smiles, they made her smile, but if anyone else were to, it would mean nothing at all. He pestered her and pestered her, until she finally broke and let him in. Not another soul even cared enough to try from the first frown she give them. All of the times he begged to hear more about stars, when anybody else would roll their eyes. 

Hilda always thought of her zeppelins friends, but even they couldn’t speak, let alone care to listen to what she had to say. 

She pulled Goopy closer, careful not to wake him in the process. She didn’t want to let go. But friends let go all the time. She saw it from the skies. People came and went into each other's lives. Many promised forever, only to leave after a few short years. She saw ‘friends’ hurt each other behind their backs. And for forever, Hilda was glad to have no friends. So, what was this feeling? Love? 

Love was another laughing matter. But no better word could match the confliction she felt. 

Drowsiness soon made its way into her contended mind, and she let out a yawn. She blinked a few times, relaxing entirely before sighing. “I think I… “ 

“You what?!” Goopy jumped up suddenly, startling Hilda. “Why’re you still awake? Am I making you uncomfy?” 

“Um.. no. I-” 

“What’s wrong then?” 

“Well I, um. Why are you awake? That's the question.” 

“I can’t sleep for very long periods of time. I wake up every few hours on a normal day. A fun day? Good luck getting me to sleep at all! But what’s wrong? Stop thinking and start sleeping!” 

Hilda glared at him, an unheard memo to shut up. “I think I love you, ya idiot. “ 

“Oh- I love ya too, amie!” 

“You do?” 

“Yeah! Friends love each other!”  

“Oh… No, I meant- nevermind. “ 

“No, tell me! Please?” 

Hilda stared blankly at the oblivious slime, crossing her arms before turning away from him. 

“I want to be more than friends. “ 

Goopy turned almost entirely purple. “O-Oh! I’m sorry, hehe, I just, I never thought - “ He rolled back and forth a little. “I didn’t think you would ever want anything more than just a meaningful friend. But I admit, you’re quite pretty! Hehe, as handsome as I am, I didn’t think even I deserved Aphrodite herself - “ 

It was Hilda’s turn to turn red. “I- I wouldn’t say that, but… so… you and I then?” 

Goopy grinned. “Yeah, you and I. I bet we’d turn heads all over the Inkwell Isles, too! Ce sera juste toi et moi contre le monde. Nous serons inarrêtables! Your knowledge, my fists, we’d be undefeated!” 

She laughed, beckoning him back into her arms. “Tomorrow maybe, but I still need sleep. ANd how else without my new favorite blue pillow?” 

“YAY!” He snuggled into her chest. “Don’t worry! Since I’ll still be awake, I can guard you AND provide comfort, oui?” 

“Oui. “ Hilda relaxed again, closing her eyes. The world drifted away into nothing as she fell unconscious, for maybe the first time, truly content with her favorite boxing blue slime in her arms. 

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French Translations for ya!

Parce que je t'aime bien et que je veux passer du temps avec toi - Because I like you and I want to spend time with you

Amie- friend

Il n'est toujours pas aussi beau que moi - He’s still not as handsome as me!

Je me soucie de vous - I care about you 

Ce sera juste toi et moi contre le monde. Nous serons inarrêtables! - It’ll be just you and me against the world. We will be unstoppable!

Oui - Yes