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wolfofcelestia · 1 day
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The hospital forcing Zayne to make youtube/tiktok videos to spread awareness for things
And they make him debunk misinformation and review medical memes like Doctor Mike
But it's just him watching memes and responding with the most deadpan face and voice ever
"That's clearly fake. What else do you want me to say?"
"Don't try this at home, children. Go read a book instead."
"That's not even funny. That's just a concussion."
The only time he cracks a smile is when they show him a cat meme at the end of each video
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ownlittleuniverse · 3 days
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scenario #2 - the hero’s in deep trouble
warning: wounds, implied violence
“What happened?”
”Nothing… and why would you care?” the hero snapped, having no patience for the villain's sudden kindness.
First, they broke their body yesterday during their fight, making the hero look weak in front of their team. Then they break into their apartment through the window, and to wrap it all up in a nice little bow, they had the audacity to ask if the hero was okay. Like they cared about them.
The villain slowly walked over to the hero leaning on their bedroom door. They softly brushed their hands over the hero’s wounds, making the hero wince. The hero hated the way their heart was beating in the villain’s presence.
The villain sighed, slowly lifting the hero’s arm, taking a disinfectant cloth from the first aid kit and quickly dabbing it over the angry bloody skin.
The hero sucked in a breath, and it scared them. Not the pain, no. The villain being so abnormally kind.
The worst part, it felt… good.
The hero sunk into the wood door, their eyes watching the villain’s handiwork closely. The villain's soft fingers stroked their arm as they tended the hero, leaving goosebumps all over, making their breath hitch.
The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was doing it to distract from the pain, or maybe they didn’t even realize they were unconsciously comforting them.
”Let me take care of you,” the villain murmured, still cleaning the wounds and looking them dead in the eyes.
The hero wanted them to. Let the same person who gave them these wounds clean them until the hero sank into their comfort.
They were in deep trouble.
The hero’s breath hitched, their body tensing when the villain's hand swiftly grabbed the hero’s chin. The only thing that didn’t completely scare the hero was that their grip was firm but still gentle.
”Then afterwards—”
The hero’s mouth fell slightly open as the villain came closer and closer to their face, their fingers rubbing back and forth.
Their eyes had that glint in them that killed. All the amusement, all the calmness from before had drained from their face. There was only anger left. The hero gulped.
”—You can enlighten me about the handprint on your face that I didn’t leave.”
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grammmarli · 1 day
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「 RAIN WALKS... OR NOT 」
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synopsis: just a lovely walk in the pouring rain with a guy who could care less about you, or so you think
pairing: zenin naoya x gn reader
tags: fluff, profanity, vulgar language
word count: 1k
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"Tch... I don't get why I had to come along with you in the first place."
"C'mon! It'll be fun."
"Fun, my ass. Can't you be fucking reasonable for one second and—"
"Being reasonable can wait!"
What had originally been a mere grocery trip with Naoya turned into a rainstorm when, all of a sudden, it started to pour. Hard.
To hell with Naoya's handsome looks and freshly shampooed hair that afternoon. You immediately went and dragged him by the arm and out of the comfort of shelter.
"It was either we waited for the rain to stop or walked in the rain. And knowing you and your nonexistent sense of patience, you wouldn't pick the latter. So~! Therefore, I went ahead and made the executive decision for you," you said with a proud smirk.
Naoya's voice dripped with sarcasm as he sneered, "Well, congratulations on mastering the art of being an idiot, like always. No shocker there. Maybe next time, use that genius brain of yours to make decisions that actually make sense."
His sarcastic remark hung in the air, but you were having none of it—or instead, you were already used to his antics. It was quite refreshing, actually. Even as the rain poured, he still wasn't letting up.
With a mischievous grin, you let go of Naoya's hand and cupped your two together, collecting some rainwater, and, with a single motion, you threw it directly at the Zenin, colliding with Naoya in a triumphant splash of victory.
His clothing stuck to him like it was soaked in sarcasm, and his once-confident countenance gave way to one of astonishment. His mouth hung open, and his face slowly shifted into one of plain disgust.
"You were saying?" you smirked. "Hmph. Now you're soaking wet, just like I am."
"You..."
But before he could say another word, you once again grabbed him by the hand and led him, walking together on the sidewalks as the rain continued to pour down on them.
"Let's go. My house isn't far, and we can dry off and freshen up a bit. After all, we just brought some groceries from our haul."
Naoya gruffed in response, but he didn't resist, even as you pulled him along by the hand like he was a dog. How pathetic.
But it was something that Naoya, for some reason, felt oddly at ease with...?
As cold as it was while walking in the rain without an umbrella or even a hood to block the water from your face, your hand was still oddly warm. It was much smaller and softer than his, a stark contrast.
He was unable to take his eyes off of you. It was only because you were in front of him, dragging his hand like a guide. Yes, that's right. Where else was he supposed to look? Down?? A Zenin like him would never.
But amid all that, there was something about you that entranced him. Was it the rain? Never. That same pathetic rain was ruining his perfectly styled hair he had just for today with you—though that would be something he would never tell to you straight.
Or was it the way how you always managed to defy expectations just to do whatever the hell you wanted? Perhaps.
...Or maybe, it was—
"Here we are!"
Great. That wretched shriek that, god forbid, came from a human being, was back. 
Just as you and Naoya arrived in the empty home, you threw off your shoes and left the wet bag of groceries on the carpet to dry.
"Make yourself comfortable," you mused, unclothing your jacket.
"Ugh."
Naoya peered closer, only to see the clothes that you were wearing, or rather, what was under them. The thin t-shirt you were wearing was nearly close to being see-through.
Naoya was close to making a fire of his own—using his own rage, that is.
Did your dumbass seriously not even fucking notice?! What if it was someone else who saw you like this!? Would you have been so stupid then with them?
"Here."
The next thing he felt was a towel on top of his head, and your face was right in front of him. You had a small towel of your own wrapped around your neck to keep your wet hair from dripping onto the floor.
Your hands came abnormally close, and with your eyes focusing on him and him only, you used your hands, grasping the towel sitting on the top of his head to dry his hair.
He flinched. "What the—"
"Hold still," you commanded. "Your hair is soaking wet."
"Well, you were the one who wanted us to walk in that dang rain to begin with," he grumbled.
You blinked once and then twice before yanking his hand off, forcing his arms to his side so that you could finally get to what you wanted to do. "Then, just let me do this."
"...."
For whatever reason, Naoya was silent. It was sort of peaceful, really. Feeling your hands comb through his hand with an expression of concentration. 
The ruffian creature eventually relaxed, even to the point where he closed his eyes and let out a content sigh as your fingers played with his hair. If it weren't for the towel covering most of his face, he would've ratted himself out—revealing a rare vulnerability.
To even begin to think that the Naoya Zenin would suck up his pride and let someone else even touch him, but he was also secretly pleased—even if his arrogance wouldn't allow him to admit it. He tilted his head back a little closer to your chest and lowered his posture, permitting you to have an easier time tending to his damp hair.
Naoya smirked, rather pleased with himself.
Look at him. He was being far too kind to accommodate you.
No one else would've had the oh-so-magnificent pleasure of drying his hair. So you had better savour it.
You both lay there silently for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company as you continued to dry his dark hair with a towel as Naoya held his body still. That is, until you suddenly stopped. And you could've sworn that you heard a noise coming from Naoya's mouth, but you didn't push it.
"There," you said happily. "All dry! Hehe, now how about that?"
"...Just this one time."
Your hand stilled for a moment before continuing your gentle strokes. "Huh?"
"You're the only one I let do this. So savour it," Naoya said, his voice softening for a mere second, only for him to split back into an expression of aloofness.
You smiled before moving your hands again. "Then I'm flattered."
You weren't about to tell him about how you could see everything from the very beginning. He would never let you hear the end of it otherwise.
Guess it'll just be your little secret.
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epiclamer · 1 day
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“I wish we could start over.” Civilian mumbled through tears, trying to earn themselves one more look from their hero ex-lover, but Villain saw right through them.
Protectively, they wrapped an arm around the crime-stopper’s deflated shoulders, before they retorted.
“You don’t deserve a second chance.”
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Could I request Nanami taking a bath with his lover after a tiring day? Man needs to be pampered
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The warm water seemed to seep straight into his bones. Filling him up like an empty pitcher.
Nanami was sorely reminded, literally, these days on why he stopped being a jujutsu sorcerer for a while. Battles these days were getting harder. Stronger cursed spirits seemed to be popping up every day. New demons to fight. New tragedies to overcome. And he was getting older, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.
“Everything ok in there?” He perked up from his musing, close to falling asleep in the tub, when he heard [Y/N] poke their head in.
“Yes. Everything is fine.” They smile and come in. Seeming pleased with themselves, as they should.
When Nanami bought this apartment, he thought that the master bathroom was very nice and like any perspective homeowner had dreams of using the tub every night. Deep down he knew that wasn’t the case, and he was right. Who had the time? Who had the energy?
Luckily for him, [Y/N] was always looking out for him. Hearing how sore he had been, they set up a relaxing but also medicinal bath to help with his muscles. It did the trick. Now all it was missing was one thing.
[Y/N] came over to him to bring him a towel. And when they got within arms length, Nanami reached out and grabbed their arm. Pulling them down into the tub as well. The sound of water splashing out was drowned out by their laughter, in between kisses. “Nanami! My clothes are going to get wet!”
“So.” He told them. “Take them off.”
Now that he was fully relaxed, and not nearly as tired anymore, he had all the energy for other things. He’d started by showing them how thankful he was that they thought of and took care of him. Now it was his turn.
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senior-will · 7 hours
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neonbyte-if · 2 days
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Ros walking into the kitchen and seeing mc in just their undies/boxers and having the worst bed head just making coffee while still being half asleep. How would they react?
You didn't specify so I'm answering for an established relationship stage!!
Ramón: In a similar state of disarray, he'll yawn and throw his arm around MC's shoulders, planting a kiss on their cheek and just basking in the quiet moment with the occasional tender compliment muttered in their ear. He only likes the silence when he's pressed close to them, otherwise it's too loud. Eventually he'll nudge them gently out of the way to finish making their coffee for them, telling them to relax and take it easy. He's butt-naked.
Ry: Caveman brain activated, grab hips grab hips grab—his mind goes hollow whenever he sees them like this. He just wants to hold them close, to remind himself what he's got, what he could lose, how utterly perfect they are. Moments like this are worth a thousand fancy outings with MC dressed to the nines. He loses the battle with himself the moment he lets himself hold them, and carries them back to bed, coffee left by the machine.
Dom: Leans in the doorway watching for a while, eyes roaming, mind churning thoughts like a roiling storm while his face remains passive. Eventually he steps in, hand brushing against the nape of MC's neck as he leans in and whispers softly, lips a breath apart, deliberate eye contact: "If that's all you're having for breakfast, I'm gonna have every coffee machine within ten blocks destroyed by tomorrow morning."
Emery: Seeing MC like that, they immediately swing around to leave before they're spotted gawking at them like they're the eighth wonder of the world. But then, haltingly, they turn back around, lowering their hood as they inch closer. That's right—they're allowed to look at MC now, allowed to let themselves reach out and touch, to sweep the stray hairs from their face or fix their clothing. It's not a secret anymore, and in time, maybe it'll come easier.
Zoia: A morning person through and through, Zoia's caught between buzzing excitement at getting this morning show and the crippling urge to take advantage of MC's sleepy state. She is absolutely sneaking up on them for a jumpscare. But she makes sure the coffee isn't spilled with her quick reflexes, and through laughter and placating kisses she worms her way back into their good books. All is forgiven, but she just can't resist knocking back the coffee MC just made like a shot before booking it out of the room with a cackle. She wants them to chase her; she runs for the bedroom.
Aura: MC feels arms wrapping snugly around their middle before they notice the tiny NetWitch in the room. Aura sighs contentedly as she presses her cheek to their back, but soon it isn't enough for her. She makes herself the biggest inconvenience possible, whining and sagging her weight like a sack of potatoes on them until they pay attention to her and turn around. Only then is Aura satisfied, when she can wrap herself up in them, the only place she feels truly safe, the only time she's happy to exist outside of the digital realm. And god, they're so hot, it makes her want to cry.
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maya-delights · 3 days
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I love this shirt too~
Waiting in bed for you! <3
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sanegreen · 2 years
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it's just me and my very specific romantic scenarios against the whole world
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he115re · 22 days
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Nice tits
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Literally just the dreamies holding/touching your tits :)
MDNI!! , tit holding, nipple play, kissing, teasing?, proof read, uhm might've forgotten something.
Mark
He is the type to mindlessly play with your tits. You're both laying on the couch cuddled up to each other. In your most comfortable clothes, he has an arm over your shoulder while the other holds his phone. He's scrolling mindlessly trying to fill his mind of something as ads roll. The hand by your shoulder slowly slips into your sweater by the collar and immediately finds your soft nipple his cold hands making it harden.
You look at him to see if he's doing it on purpose but to your surprise , he's still mindlessly scrolling. He takes the nub between his fingers and starts lightly tweaking it. You sigh at the feeling, he's done this so much he doesn't even have to think about it.
You put your hand atop his to get his attention and he looks at you confused. He looks down at where his hand is and then at you and gives you an apolagrtic smile going to move his hand "I didn't tell you to stop" you mutter as you move in closer to him.
A boyish smile plasters across his face as you climb on his lap and start kissing his neck. "Would've done this ages ago if I knew you'd act like this". You don't think of protesting to his statement, instead you shut him up by kissing him.
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Renjun
When I tell you he knows you like his hands. He'll take any opportunity to say that. Puts his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezes while he's talking to a friend.
But his favorite activity so far is pulling your shirt up and holding your tits, you'll look down to see his hands and then to him and he'll just smile "thought they needed a holder" he says as he playfully pushes them up. Your nipples between his forefinger and middle finger, he pinches at them before moving to using this thumb to circle the now hard buds "and you said you loved my hands" he whispers in your ear "you can watch them as I play with your tits" he whispers as he kisses just below your earlobe.
Whatever you were doing is forgotten as you lean into his touch. You put your hands on his forearms as he continues go play with your tits. He lightly tugs at the buds watching your face for every reaction as he does so.
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Jeno
Face first into them. He'll come back from the gym and just needs to recharge. He'll drop his bag and crawl on top of you, lifting your shirt up making you giggle as his soft and damp hair tickles your skin. He knows you don't wear a bra while at home so all he needs to do is lay down.
And lay he does, his weight on you like a weighted blanket, his considerably hotter body warming you up. Any protest of him being too warm, too heavy, or stinky fall to deaf ears, he knows you love this about him. He's heard one too many times, of you talking to your friends about it when you think he's asleep.
If you start complaining a little too much though he'll sneak one of his hands up to your tit and gently massage it also lifting his head up so he can take your nipple into his mouth. Instantly your words get caught in your throat at his actions as he rolls the hardening bub between his lips. It's muscle memory at this point, he doesn't need to put much thought into remembering what you like.
He lightly sucks at the bud rolling his tongue along the tip. He release it with a wet pop as he moves his head go to the other resuming the same actions. You put your hand on top of patting it gently "okay-o-kay i-i get it I'll shut up" you say in defeat and he pauses his actions "but please don't stop" you mumble. He smiles and continues pulling you almost impossibly close to him.
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Heachan
Omg gamer alert. He loves playing games but he also loves watching you play games, any kind of game as long as you're passionate about it. Just the intensity of your concentration. You're so in tune that you didn't notice him sneaking up behind you, or when his hands slid under your shirt to grope your breasts.
You only really take notice when he tells you to use a specific item. Now the warmth on your chest makes sense. But you don't bother to say anything "it's extra support" he says as he excuses now playing with your nipples as he watches you play. "Heachan you're distracting me" you protest as you slightly curl into yourself. God if only he didn't know they were so sensitive.
He smirks "oh,don't mind me" he says as he continues now also kissing along your neck. He completely understands why you distract him from his game a whole lot now. A moan slips past your lips as he starts to suck a new hickey onto your neck. You quickly hit pause on your game and try your best to pull him closer to you.
"Fu-fuck this" you mumble as you pull him into a kiss which he gladly accepts. He leans over your chair pushing you deeper into it. Oh now he gets it, the power he feels just from doing this, he could get used to doing this more often.
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Jeamin
Loves watching you dress. Especially when you're still half asleep. The first thing you put on is a some pants. Then you walk around looking for your bra. And when you find it, you waddle on over to him for help. Tho it's not his favorite thing in the world "aw cmon let your tits outs" he'd protest but he does enjoy helping you put the clasps on if you're struggling. He gets to sneakily hold you tits saying he's adjusting the cups.
He also enjoys seeing your shirt bunched up at the top as you try to remember where you left your deodorant. He always comes up behind you and slides one of his hands under the cup of your bra as he reaches up to where it is, he always miss places it so he has the chance to. He squishes at the soft flesh as he leans down to kiss your cheek "you always forget where you put it~" he teases as he puts the deodorant in your hands.
It seems now's the time to forget about getting dressed as you turn your head to capture your lips in his, you don't miss the little smirk as you do so.
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Chenle
Domestic moment! Doesn't usually do it out of the blue, but seeing you doing some menial task like washing the dishes, making your self a snack, standing in the kitchen while he's in there, just doing anything in the kitchen. It fills him with the urge of being close to you. Skin to skin. But he can't since he doesn't want to disturb you.
So he settles for sliding his hands under your shirt, resting his hands on your bare hips and playing with the waistband of your shorts. "Lele what are you doing? " you ask with a slight giggle as he taps his fingers. "Can't I touch the love of my life? " he asks as he lightly squeezes at your hips.
You shake your head "I know what you're doing" you say in faux annoyance. Even if he doesn't do it often you know his ulterior motives. He feigns ignorance as he slides his hands up your hips to your waist "I have no idea what you're talking about". He says smile clear in his voice. His hands keep on wandering until they're at your ribcage just below the swell of your breast.
"Chenle" you say in a warning tone, but just as you utter his name he does the opposite. He easily pushes up your bra and replaces it by cupping your breasts. He smiles to himself as you sigh in defeat. He lays his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing "whatcha doing anyways? " he innocently asks looking at your hands that are frozen in place as he starts to toy with your nipples.
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Jisung
He shyly slides his hands up to your chest. They were already there hugging your waist as you sit in his lap. He can't remember exactly why you're there but now he just has to hold them in his hands. They inch up slowly watching for any hesitation.
But to his suprise you just move his hands to your tits yourself, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as you do so. He hides his face in the crook of your neck slightly embarrassed by your boldness. But that doesn't mean he'll stop. You just gave him permission why would he stop now?
His hands automatically cup your breasts lightly squeezing at the flesh as he gently rolls his fingers over it. He loves the small reactions you give him despite being immersed in your own thing. The small gasp you let out as his pointer finger pushes on your nipple and then rolls over it. Or the way you stiffle a moan as he starts kissing at your neck both of his hands now gently playing with your tits. He's all too observant of every reaction even when you slightly shift and lean back against him.
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phoxphenex · 4 months
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Hiiii, can I request I dreamies text where u can't walk after a good night?? I luv ur text 💚💚
slight nsfw
nct dream when you can’t walk the next day
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me-writes-prompts · 9 months
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-:"I think...I'm in love with you" dialogues & scenarios:-
(I think I'm in love with these. Tag me :))
By @me-writes-prompts
Gazing at the other with so much love in their eyes (uwu)
Thinking about them constantly without intending to (living rent-free)
"Have you ever been in love?" "No. Why?" "I think I'm in love with you."
Blushing when their fingers accidentally touch
Listening intently when the other is speaking about their favorite things
Distancing themself from the other because they start to think that there is definitely something wrong with them
Feeling upset when they don't get enough attention
Stuttering
Heart pounding from excitement/nervousness.
Get really happy whenever the other one wants to hang out
"I missed you so much, I don't know why. But, I did."
Wanting to share everything with them
Laughing at their jokes a little too much even though it wasn't that funny
Grinning all the time around them
Freaking out when the other leans too close to them
"You're red. Are you okay?" "Y-yeah, fine."
"You look perfect in this outfit." "Oh."
They pull them close by their waist and whisper in their ear "You had no business looking that good back there." (god, it's hot in here.)
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wolfofcelestia · 1 month
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Boyfriend
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Other scenarios:
Who's the lucky guy?
An Apple a Day
Break Through
Advice
Extra Crispy
Boyfriend
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Could I request Fukuzawa's (Bungou Stray Dogs) daughter getting annoyed by sons of wealthy families everywhere she goes but is always saved by her ability (to control a flock of birds) or her father?
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It was a fairly nice day out, now that the weather was starting to turn. Coming out of the cold gloom of winter and into the bright, but still brisk, light of spring.
“Shouldn’t we head back to the office?” Atsushi asked as he and his partner walked around the city streets. Working on a new case but their ‘investigation’ had ended some time ago. Not long after their second coffee stop.
“Ahhh….what’s the rush? Enjoy the fresh air Atsushi-kun.” Dazai remarked back. Filling his lungs as he spoke.
“I just feel bad leaving everyone else back at the office.” Leaving everyone to work that is. “Hey, is that Fukuzawa-san?”
“Well, what do you know. It is. Boss!” The older man turned to look at Dazai at his call. Greeting his subordinates as they came closer. “What are you doing out here?”
“I’m waiting to have lunch with my daughter.”
Atsushi was surprised. Daughter? “Oh, [Y/N]-chan is in town?” Apparently, everyone knew the boss had a daughter but him.
Fukuzawa-san goes on to tell Atsushi that she was studying at university aboard, which was why he had never met her. There seemed to be a concerned look on his face when they talked about her being back in town, which was understandable with everything going on. Or maybe it was just his normal, serious expression.
The men continue to chat for a while before Fukuzawa-san perked up and looked over across the courtyard. As if sensing his daughter’s presence the moment she stepped into the park.
Atsushi had to admit, she was very beautiful. She didn’t look much like Fukuzawa-san, so he had to assume that she took after her mother. [Y/N] hadn’t seem to notice them yet as she walked across the park, presumably to this destination agreed upon by her & her father, when a man stepped in front of her path. He was talking to her rather animatedly and when she tried to step around him, he blocked her path again.
“Should we go and do something?” Atsushi asked. Concerned for her safety.
“No. She doesn’t need help.” Fukuzawa-san assured him.
“Yeah,” Dazai agrees. “She’s got enough back up as it is.”
Atsushi was confused by that comment. Then, suddenly, a crow came down out of nowhere and beamed the man. Clipping him in the back of the head like it was nothing. It was an odd coincidence, but then another bird came down and started pecking him. Then another. Then another.
Eventually the man had to take off running to try and escape the birds. Who chased after him regardless of his pace and [Y/N] kept walking. “Hello Daddy.”
“Hello princess.” Fukuzawa-san greeted back. Leaning in to kiss her forehead before he stood at his normal height again.
“What was with those birds?” Atsushi asked, and [Y/N] grinned at him.
“To Kill a Mockingbird.” She told him. “It’s my ability to control & communicate with birds. Not as interesting as being able to turn into a tiger, but it suits me.”
“You know about my ability?” Atsushi asked curiously.
To which [Y/N] chuckled. “Of course. Dad keeps me up to date on everything to do with the Agency. You and Dazai are often topics of conversation.”
“Glowing reviews I hope?”
“More like headaches.” She replied to Dazai’s comment.
“Are you ready to go?” Fukuzawa asked. Changing the topic.
“That depends. Are Dazai and Atsushi joining us?”
“They won’t be joining us.” Fukuzawa-san replied quickly, before the boys could invite themselves along. He didn’t get much time with his daughter and wanted to spend time with her alone. “I’ll see you two back at the Agency.”
“Roger that sir.” Dazai remarked. Giving a little salute. “Maybe [Y/N]-chan can come by after your lunch and say hi to the others. I’m sure Kunikida-kun would be devastated if he missed you.”
[Y/N] glared at Dazai behind her father’s shoulder. A warning look in her eyes as he gave her a cheeky smile. “Would you have time for that, or do you need to meet up with friends?”
“I think I can make time for that.” [Y/N] replied, back to her sweet smile in the face of her father, before they link arms and head to lunch.
Just as they were out of ear shot, another bird came down and started pecking violently at Dazai. “Ow! Ow! Ow! Ok! Ok! It was just a joke! Knock it off [Y/N]-chan! Ow!”
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izuke-the-zombie · 1 year
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So in this scenario-
I know everybody already played Amnesia card a million times!
But hear me out, MK and Wukong going through his old stuff and he chooses to get into some old Journeys clothes just two check whether they fit or not and mk bumps into an artifact and thinking quickly he unintentionally kicks it to Monkey king but obviously Monkey King was distracted by his old clothes and afterward bam! Amnesia time! several days past whatever blah he's still " cursed" but in reality he's Faking It. he was restored a month ago, he definitely does feels bad for stressing the youngster his friends but he believes this is his only opportunity to be this near to macaque again, without yelling or fighting. and the only other person who knows he's Faking It is Sandy, yeah, he doesn't say anything until he and Monkey King are alone.
Cute/ sad /head Cannon/ scenario
What do you think? something he totally would do right?! LMAO😆✨
He's so cute and sad to think about sometimes💕✨
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