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Dale Cooper + Disheveled Hair


“The actors who played the Confederate officers were party types and would meet every Friday night at Farnsworth’s Tavern. One night Stephen Lang jumped up on the bar with a drink in his hand and yelled ‘I’ve finally taken the high ground!’

キョウダイの恋愛事情 vol.2 弟・月島 澪 Sample Voice
  • キョウダイの恋愛事情 vol.2 弟・月島 澪 Sample Voice
  • テトラポット登 (Furukawa Makoto)

キョウダイの恋愛事情 vol.2 弟・月島 澪 Sample Voice (CV: Furukawa Makoto)

*NSFW-ish, headphones advised! It’s those kisses at the end… ( ´。• ω •。` )

Release Date: February 24th, 2016.

Suddenly I See You Ch. 5

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A/N: So here it is. Chapter 5. I’m hoping that the mini plots and things come across in here okay, among a boat load of other things. I’ve already voiced my saltiness at this chapter. I had a grand scheme and was so excited and got deflated. NONETHELESS!! I hope you all enjoy this, and I’m able to continue to do this story justice! *queue dramatic music*

Genre: Mino x Reader and Zico x Reader

Words: *sings* I’ll never tell!

Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

The late night argument you and Minho had that night was soon a thing of the past. Buried under all the small arguments and disagreements you carried with you both over the years, but never willing to speak on it again. The fear that maybe all it took was just one argument to tarnish what you both shared, making you bury deep the problems that rose between you. Acting like nothing ever happened, even when it did.  

The next week went by in a blur of homework and caffeinated beverages; drinking too many in one sitting, leaving you jittery and beyond what should be acceptable as, “Alert.” It felt like an eternity since that day on the roof with Zico. His attention still transfixed everywhere, but at you, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t care.  

You couldn’t understand him. That problematic energy he carried around him giving you a headache until you felt ready to explode. Vowing the next week that you weren’t going to waste anymore of your time or spare glances at him in class.atching as he actively flirted with girls who made you loathe how put together they were and you were in, well, your favorite oversized sweater and worn in sneakers.  

You’d just gotten to philosophy and were aimlessly drawing doodles in your notebook. Inwardly cringing every time a stupid giggle from some done up Barbie sounded from behind you. You weren’t paying any attention; not to Zico and the obnoxiously pretty girl he flirted with and not to the professor who was telling the class about an assignment. Your headspace filled with mocking retorts at her stupid voice and the puppeteer hand pulling the strings on your heart.  A loud smack of a ruler startled you out of your stupor.  

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