#(but I Have a friend who might change my mind on that. But Yesss)

[binniesbooks]

HI FAYEEE hruuu?!?! Missed requesting fics from u uheheeu. so ermmm i watched the new txt vlog in us and holy shithffj huening got so fucking buffed rn and im legit having a huening brainrot rn😭

Soo if u dont mind, may i request a dom!hueningkai x sub!readerrr

Scenario is reader and hueningkai are only together for a few months. The boys and you went to a bar to drink and the members teased kai for being so obsessed with reader and like a "perv" type? is that what u call it IDK and reader knows kai as a like very shy type boy so its kinda hard to believe. BUT, when they get home, huening snapped and proved that he's not innocent and shit. She didint knew that huening got so strong and buff. (rest is yours to write:))

Idk if this is good enough but feel free to ignore this if u get uncomfortable with my request!!

• SWEET LIES

HK 002 .F22 2024

wc 3k

pairings slightdom!Kai x subfem!reader

warnings safe sex, slight dom heuning kai, choking, oral (f receiving), marking, spanking (+ anything else I missed)

faye's note I didn't actually expect that someone would miss requesting from me??? 😖❤️ Sorry, this took me so long to finish this too ☹️☹️ but yesss! Buff Kai! Fuck fuck fuck 🙂‍↕️

p.s. I just got home again from uni, immediately pulling out my phone to post this lolololol

It had only been five months since you started dating Heuning Kai, and each day felt like a new adventure. His smile was infectious, and his laughter was a melody that lingered long after conversations ended.

He's a sweet guy, not so shy but not so laid back. In public, he was charming, the boy-next-door type who could melt your heart with just a glance. To anyone else, including you, he seemed innocent—perhaps even a little shy.

"Kai, do you mind going with me to the grocery store after class? I've run out of stocks." You leaned a bit, whispering to your seatmate—Kai, your boyfriend.

Kai glanced back at you, giving you a reassuring smile.

"Sure, let's go later," he said, patting your head.

Eyes were always watching you. Inside the school premises, on your morning walks, in the grocery—anywhere.

You could only smile to yourself, because who wouldn't? Kai, the famous and versatile band member of your campus, started dating you. He is known to be shy among others, therefore people were shocked to see you two dating.

You held his hand, walking side by side, squeezing it thrice, silently signaling the "I love you" unknown to him.

Kai pays for your groceries most of the time. He never lets you spend a single cent, even when you insist. Therefore to at least give back to him, you often visit him with groceries and gifts too. Because even though you're independent, you feel bad that he was the only one who was spending money.

Your take on dating? 50-50.

But these days, Kai started giving you expensive gifts. He has been giving you perfumes, jewelry, clothes—anything that costs a fortune because of its brand name.

Kai is a sweet boy. The sweet and gentle type of boyfriend. Takes you on cute picnic dates to entertaining arcade ones. Kisses the top of your head, and your forehead, and intertwines your fingers. Sings a song for you, serenading you when you're sulky. --- you couldn't ask for more.

So when he invited you to one of his friends's parties, you gladly obliged.

"Y/n, do you wanna go with me to the party tomorrow night? I also want my hyungs to see you in person," he asked on one of your usual Friday movie nights.

"Mhm! Sure!" Of course, you're more than happy to go with him. Your heart flutters with the thought that he will finally introduce you to his friends.

"Kai, do you wanna change places tonight? I'll sleep on the couch, take the bed," you suggested. It is because even though Kai sleeps at your place, he never sleeps beside you. He always takes the couch. It's not like he doesn't want to, he just thought that you might not like it. But you, on the other hand, think that your boyfriend is just too pure and cute, so you never ask him to sleep beside you.

"No, no! I'm okay here on the couch. Please take the bed." Kai mutters as he pulls you closer, hugging you tight and planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Are you sure? You can take the bed tonight. I don't mind."

"No, you take it. And have a good rest, pumpkin. I don't want you to have a sore body when you wake up the next morning," he says.

"'M'kay..." you muttered.

"I love you, pumpkin," he whispers.

"I love you, Kai." You pulled away and stared at him for a while. Kai's gaze drops down to your lips as he gulps. It didn't escape your sight, you felt your heart thump a little harder. Is it bad that you want to kiss him too?

He quickly averts his gaze, pulling the pillow towards his body. "Goodnight, pretty. Sleep tight, yeah?" He smiled at you as he laid down on the couch. He watched you trudge towards your bedroom, grunting when he heard the soft thud of the wooden door.

Kai drapes his arm over his eyes, gently shoving another pillow on his lower half.

The atmosphere was electric when you arrived at the bar the next night. The dimly lit space echoed with laughter and music, a vibrant backdrop to the chaotic energy of his friends.

You felt a thrill in your chest, happy to be part of his world, to finally meet his friends. "Hyung, this is y/n, my girlfriend." Kai proudly introduced you to his friends.

You waved your hand and meekly muttered a soft hi.

"Are you sure about Kai?" one of them asked with a playful tone. He's tall, but among the five of them, you can tell he's the shortest.

"Hyunggg!" Kai pouts.

"Hey, don't be like that!" A tall and fair-skinned guy chimes. "My name is Soobin, you can just call me Bin. Nice to meet you," he added as he reached out his hand.

You smiled at him and shook his hand. "This guy is Taehyun, don't mind his comments, you won't predict anything that comes out of his mouth," Soobin chuckles, emitting laughter from the other.

"Hi pretty, I'm Yeonjun, you can call me Jjun." You might be a little judgmental, but you think he's a womanizer. Just by how he winks at you—not to mention his wink isn't perfect, both eyelids closing—and also with the aura he's giving off.

"I know what you're thinking. Yeonjun Hyung is really a womanizer," the long-haired guy cackled, receiving some scolding stare and a swat on the shoulder from the Yeonjun guy.

You sweetly smiled at them as Kai pulled you closer to himself and planted a kiss on your temple. His hand almost squeezes your side as he stays silent with only a smile plastered on his face.

"Oww!" The long-haired guy dramatically cries, making you smile. His group of friends are really different from each other, yet there's something that makes them similar.

"I'm Beomgyu, by the way," he finally adds.

"Nice to meet you guys."

As the night wore on, stories poured out—a mix of warmth, and playful banter, and teasing.

“He’s so cute, isn’t he? ”One of his friends, Taehyun, said teasingly, nudging you with a grin. You nodded enthusiastically, believing in the simplicity of your love, as you glanced at Kai who has been laughing with Beomgyu. You haven't seen this side of him yet, and it makes your heart swell. He looks so comfortable with the other boys to the point that he laughs to his heart's content.

Yet as they sipped their drinks, the tone shifted slightly. “But you know he has a possessive side, right?”Soobin, with a playful wink, chimed in. The words sent a flicker of confusion through you. You couldn’t imagine Kai being anything but sweet and loving.

“No way, you guys are just kidding! He's actually gentle,” you laughed, waving the comments away. Kai caught your gaze and smiled, his boyish charm pulling at your heartstrings.

"See?" you motioned, the two older guys shrugging with a wide grin.

The night continued, filled with games and laughter, but the whispers about his “other side” lingered in the back of your mind.

You returned home, feeling conflicted but convinced of your own truth.

Once inside your apartment, you were greeted by the comforting silence of solitude. But the peace was short-lived. Just as you began to relax, you heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind you. It was Kai, his presence instantly filling the space with warmth. The guys actually insisted Kai to escort you home as you were already tipsy.

“Hey, I'll be on the couch, okay? Just tell me if you need anything,” he said softly, stepping closer. The way he looked at you made your heart race, but memories of the night still gnawed at your thoughts.

“I had a great time tonight!” You said, forcing a bright smile. “Your friends are… different.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Different? How?”

You hesitated, weighing how to voice what was bothering you. But the flicker of darkness in his gaze made you reconsider. “They just said you have a possessive side.”

His expression shifted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, did they?” He mused, stepping even closer until your back met the wall, the playful tension rising between you.

"But I told them you're just... cute... and gentle... aren't you?" Your fingers fiddled on the silver necklace dangling on his chest.

Yet he moved faster than you could comprehend. With a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground, making you sit on the drawer just beside your bedroom door, as he pressed against you. There was an intensity in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

“Let me show you what they mean,” he whispered, a low tone that sent your thoughts spinning. In that moment, the innocence you had associated with him faded into a sultry gaze that spoke volumes.

You wanted to protest, to argue that he was cute, sweet Kai. But as his lips crashed onto yours, all coherent thoughts vanished. Every ounce of confidence you had melted away, and you felt the heat pooling between you, igniting an undeniable spark.

"K-kai..." is the only thing you were able to whisper when he pulled away for a while and lips came back crashing against yours once again. You tugged at his shirt, making sure to keep yourself grounded from everything that's happening. His kisses traveled down your neck, his hands wrapping around your back, slowly unzipping your dress.

"K-kai, please..." Kai felt his cock throbbed from your strained begging voice.

It stirred something inside him. He gently pulled down the flimsy clothing that barely covered your thighs earlier, discarding it on the floor, and leaving you in your bra and panties.

Your hands quickly flew, covering your chest as you turned beet red when he stepped back a little to admire your naked figure. His gaze felt like a black hole sucking you in. "Don't let Yeonjun hyung go anywhere near you, hm?" he warns, his hand reaching out to your face, gently brushing your cheek. "I know him too well."

And it sinks in. The question of why Kai pulled you closer to himself earlier and why he was almost squeezing your side has now been answered. You nodded, your eyes looking for praise from him. And then he moves back closer to you, prying your hands off your chest as he lifts you up and marches his way to your bedroom.

"I'm giving you the chance to stop me right now, pumpkin. I don't want our relationship to go to waste just because of a drunken mistake," he sighs, his huge figure hovering above you.

You shook your head, which made Kai shut his eyes. It seems like he was trying to calm himself.

"Pumpkin-"

"Don't stop, Kai. I need you... Please..." you whined, biting down on your lower lip. It was Kai's last straw—you begging.

He moved with such dominance, guiding the pace and intensity of the moment, the way he manhandled you filled you with a mix of excitement and exhilaration. You were at his mercy, and instead of fear, an overwhelming sense of trust washed over you.

He pulls away, "You're not gonna regret this?" he asked while removing his shirt.

It's not a secret that Kai has a big body build, given that he has a huge frame. But you're not expecting this from him, the guy in front of you is so buff that you almost refuse to believe he's Kai.

He chuckled when he saw your reaction. "Should I pick your jaw from the floor, pumpkin?"

Kai slides his hand under your head before he grabs your hand and lets you touch his firm chest. "Last chance to answer. Are you sure about this?"

"Please Kai. I've been wanting to touch you. To kiss you. To make love with you." Your eyes are glossy from how happy you are. No doubt, he's really a loving and caring boyfriend.

This time, you pulled him, kissing him in the most gentle, loving, and emotional way. His soft lips felt like a cloud on yours. His warm tongue ignites a pit of fire in your stomach. His teeth biting and grazing your lips made you reeling. He pulled away with a string of saliva hanging.

He tucks your hair behind your ear, planting another soft kiss on your forehead. However, you could feel the possessiveness he’d hinted at—the way he claimed you as his, how he sought to leave his marks on your neck and chest. You were a hundred percent sure it would leave marks for a couple of days.

He was a force, the kind of passionate energy you never knew you craved. His touches were both gentle and commanding, and soon you surrendered to the pleasure, allowing him to take control. You don't mind his dominance, right? If anything, you loved it—submitting to your buff boyfriend who's taking the lead.

Your soft mewls and moans made his cock throb once again. And it looks like he's not leaving any part of your body taken for granted.

Your lips were swollen from his kisses. Neck and shoulders littered with hickeys. The soft skin of your arm is filled with love bites. Your mounds slicked with his saliva. Your waist was marked by the tight grip of his hand. Your ass cheeks are red with his spanking. Your plush thighs were marked with how his fingernails dug at your skin. Your gummy walls are clenching on his tongue.

"Kai... K-kai... Hah.. ahh..." You're spent. Yet you're loving how his slimy tongue explored your insides. You gripped his hair, and your soft sobs of pleasure resonated within the enclosure of your room.

He carefully pulled away, licking his lips as he locked his gaze with you. "Wanna know, I don't want to share the same bed with you, pumpkin? Why don't I want to use your room?" Kai tilted his head sideways with a grin.

"W-why?" you pant.

"I can't let you hear me when I touch myself at night. I can't let you see me fuck my fist imagining it's yours. I can't sleep in your room or else I might end up cumming and soiling your bed," he chuckled, his eyes full of desire.

"Kai," you whimpered at the thought as you closed your eyes, imagining everything he just confessed.

"Maybe my friends were right after all, hm?" His fingers started prodding on your entrance. "Maybe I wasn't as innocent as you think, pumpkin. I'm sorry," he mutters, slowly pushing his digits in.

"F-fuck ahh... H-hah, Kai!" You held his wrist as you let out whiny moans. His tongue already made you see a glimpse of heaven. His fingers would totally let you fully see what heaven looks like. Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your moans until you ended up cumming on his fingers without warning.

Too embarrassed, you covered your eyes as you saw his glistening fingers. Sticky and wet at the same time. You heard him let out a soft chuckle before a moan came from him.

You quickly open your eyes, only to him deliciously sucking his fingers with his eyes closed.

"K-kai that's dirty!" You quickly got up to stop him, but he only pulled your thighs and raised them up. Your ass now lifted from the bed as your back was gently bent. He dipped his head down on your sopping cunt as he slurped on your dripping cunt.

It felt dirty. Nasty, even. Yet Kai seems to enjoy eating you out. His eyes filled with lust when he opened them, looking at you as if you were his prey.

"D-do you mind if I p-put it on you?" you stuttered, suggesting to put the condom on him for him.

Kai hums. You quickly reached above, frantically pulling the drawers to grab the pack of condoms you bought three months ago, thinking you were gonna get laid.

He pulled his pants off, his girthy cock slapping on his abdomen, tip leaking from pre-cum.

Kai winces when you slowly roll the condom on his hard cock. The red tip looked as if it was gonna burst anytime. His hand clamped on his mouth as he watched you wrap him up, muffling any noise.

Kai sat on the bed, leaning on the headboard just beside you. "Take a seat," he motioned, tapping his lap.

As a good girlfriend, you gladly obliged. Straddling him and lifting your waist, sinking slowly on his erect cock.

Kai threw his head back, grunting at the tight feeling, gripping your waist and landing a spank on your still red ass. Yelping in pleasure, you forced all the way down, letting him fill your insides with his thickness. You buried your face on his neck as he rubbed your back, cooing at you.

"You're so good to me, baby, so good," he whispers.

He lets you feel the stretch for a little while before slowly bucking his hips up, thrusting agonizingly slow in you. His thrusts start slow and gradually add force and speed.

"Am I still innocent, pumpkin?" He asked as he pushed you away from his body, wrapping his hand around your neck, lightly squeezing it.

"Still your innocent and gentle Kai? Hm?" he taunts, even if you can't form any words to say.

Your mouth hangs open, gasping for air as he tightens his grip on your neck. You tried keeping your body still, holding on both of his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're sexy, h-hah..." he grunts. Your mind is hazy with his words and actions. It felt too much, that you started drooling.

"K-kai... B-baby..." Your words aren't almost heard as you were gasping for air.

"Let's do this often, yeah?" Kai suggested as he rams his cock inside your gummy walls.

@binniesbooks 2024

[smashboxgirl26]

hello!! i was wondering if i could request a reader who feels alienated and depressed because she is basically a loner at school and bakugou who goes out of his way to spend time with her, bringing her lunch to share and ends up confessing to her?

the days of the week

contains: fluff word count: 2.1k a/n: yes yes yesss,,, only i changed some things bc thats how it worked out in my head. also it's short and sweet, but i had fun drifting off from my wips and getting to put my mind on something new

monday:

"What're you doing here?" you stared up from your book at Bakugou, who'd plopped himself down beside you.

It was lunchtime, and you'd found yourself outside under the tree near the end of the field, alone, as you'd been since the sports festival.

"Why? M'not allowed to eat lunch here?" he gave you a sneer as he raised his eyebrow.

"No," you rolled your eyes. "I was asking why you were here. You don't normally sit here, you sit inside with everyone else."

"So? Do I need a reason?"

"Nevermind," you shook your head, returning to your book.

"Yer not eating anything?" he started again after a moment of silence, and you looked up at him with despair.

"Does it matter?"

"Yeah, it fuckin' does," his eyes narrowed in your direction. "How the fuck am I supposed to beat you at your full power in training if you haven't even eaten anything?"

That's what this is about.

There were going to be one-on-one sparring sessions that day in training, and All Might (very fortunately) had disclosed everyone's partner ahead of time so that everyone had enough time to prepare for their opponent's quirk.

"Listen Bakugou, I'll make sure to put in my all, or whatever. I'm still fine without eating."

You found a part of yourself trying to appease him, despite the weird mind games he was playing. You knew it was just because of what he'd seen your quirk do in the sports festival — and why everyone in your class had practically dumped you, even if they were too scared to admit it — and because he was so obsessed with winning.

A bowl was suddenly nudged in front you, and you had to look up from your book again to see Bakugou giving you another look.

"M'not fighting you if you haven't eaten anything," he announced defiantly.

The look he was giving you made it seem as if you had lost the argument, especially since he was almost gloating as he raised his eyebrows as a way to force you to challenge him.

"Okay," you shrugged before turning back down. "Don't fight me then."

You heard him growl under his breath, and before you could internally celebrate your victory, your book was pulled out of your hands and you looked back up at him in shock.

"Listen here you shitty fuckin' extra," he snarled. "I am not going to miss out on training just because you decided to be a bitch and spite me. So eat yer damn food."

"Give me my book back."

"No."

"Give it back, Bakugou."

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh! Just give it to me!"

"What are ya gonna do, extra? Fight me?" he taunted, and you quickly realized what he was playing at.

"Fucking fine!" you huffed, grabbing the bowl of ramen and downing it in under a minute. It wasn't hot, thankfully, since it'd been out for a while — and you looked back at Bakugou after finishing and wiping your mouth with the back of your wrist.

"Give. It."

He tossed the book back at you without a second thought, and you shot him a glare before letting out a breath when you realized that the page you were reading was still bookmarked.

Only Bakugou didn't leave after that. He sat there and chewed on his onigiri for the rest of the period before getting up a couple minutes before the bell rang.

Fuckin' weirdo.

. . .

tuesday:

"Yer still not eating anything?" Bakugou said as he placed his lunch tray on the grass next to where you were sitting, again.

After your match yesterday (where Bakugou had still won, obviously), you thought that he would leave you alone, since you weren't friends and he didn't have any reasons to talk to you besides your match.

"Why does it matter?" you looked up from your book, surprised. Why was he back?

"Because you need to eat," he rolled his eyes. "Isn't that fuckin' obvious?"

You resolved his statement with a glare that he didn't acknowledge, watching as he instead pushed half of a sandwich towards you before taking a bite of his curry.

"Why are you here?" you glanced between him and the sandwich.

"To eat. Isn't that obvious?"

"No, asshole. Why are you here?"

"Because I can."

"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should," you raised an eyebrow, watching as a vein popped out of his forehead when he turned to you.

"Listen extra," he dropped his chopsticks to point a finger at you. "I can sit wherever the fuck I want. Now shut the fuck up and eat your sandwich."

You gave him an unimpressed look before grabbing the sandwich and tearing the paper it was wrapped in harshly. You made sure that you bit and chewed into it aggressively, just wanting him to shut up so you could read your book but still let him know that you were angry about him coming and sitting next to you — but you were still a little hungry since you'd skipped breakfast that morning.

You didn't notice the little triumphant look Bakugou gave himself as he watched you from the side — angrily chewing the sandwich while your eyes scanned the page in front of you.

He'd won again.

. . .

wednesday:

"What's this lame ass book you've always got your nose stuck in?" Bakugou announced as he sat down next to you again, only you weren't as bothered by his presence as you'd been the day before.

You still let out an audible groan though when you looked up, watching as Bakugou slid over a plate with sushi before biting into his own salad.

"Why do you keep bringing me lunch?"

"I've told you this already," he rolled his eyes. "Use your fuckin' brain for once."

"No- Let me just.." you put your book down and stared at him. "I meant, why do you keep coming and sitting with me and bringing me lunch and stuff? I'm fine on my own."

"Answer my question first," he looked up from eating. "You didn't answer me."

"Just a romance," you rolled your eyes. "Now why do keep sitting with me?"

"The best friend was super shitty in that one," Bakugou mumbled in passing when he finally found himself noticing the title of the book, but his eyes widened in an instant to find a cat-like grin stretching across your face.

"How do you know that?" you asked him slyly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried to seem nonchalant about it, looking back with a glare that was probably supposed to deter you from asking any further — but it seemed to have no weight when you willingly scooched closer to him.

"I clearly heard you Bakugou," you raised an eyebrow, watching as his eyes refused to look back down at the book cover again in definace.

"I didn't say anything."

You stared him down, this time watching as he crumbled, putting down his bowl before he spoke.

"I fuckin' read it before, okay?" he threw his arms up. "What else do you think happened? But if you tell another goddamn soul about this, I'm gonna kill you. Got it?"

"Yeah got it — I won't," you shrugged him off. "But what does she do?"

"Huh?"

"You said the best friend was shitty. What did she do?"

You watched Bakugou roll his his eyes before finally giving in, slumping against the tree trunk you always sat next to like he was letting the weight fall off his shoulders.

"Remember when she told the main character girl about the second guy liking her and all that."

"You mean Ryu?"

"Yeah that idiot — well she did it because she was trying to get the brother mad at the both of them so she could ask the main guy out instead," Bakugou went back to eating his salad smugly, watching as your face twisted into shock.

"Of course she wanted to get with Haru!" you stared at the book now sitting in the grass. "I thought it was so weird when she told her because it was so obvious she was already jealous about Haru not liking her."

"Yeah," Bakugou barely shrugged, taking another bite.

You'd forgotten about your question this time, but he wasn't sure he would be so lucky if you asked him again.

At least it was fun to talk about something he never got to.

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thursday:

The fact that you were reading a different book today instantly caught Bakugou's attention as he sat down at your usual spot, two bento boxes in hand.

"What happened to the other one?" he gestured to the thicker, hardcover book.

"You basically spoiled it," you shrugged. "So I'm rereading a different one instead."

Bakugou didn't say anything as he slid a bento box over to you, pulling out his chopsticks as you put your book down.

"I didn't see bento's in the lunch room today. I was hoping for pizza actually."

"I'm not yer damn waiter. Just shut up and appreciate the food you're given," he rolled his eyes.

"Where'd you get them from though?" you asked as you opened the bento, a small smile creeping up at the neatly packed food inside.

"...I made 'em," he almost whispered, eyes strained as you took a bite of the salmon he made.

"It's good!" you looked up at him with wide eyes. "I didn't know you could cook so well."

"Of course I fuckin' can," he sneered, turning back to his box like he wasn't intently watching your reaction. "I'm the best cook in our class."

"I wouldn't be so sure," you raised an eyebrow. "Sato's actually really good at baking."

"That's not the same thing you idiot."

"Aren't they similar though?"

"No."

And it was silent again, the both of you eating under the tree until you finally spoke again.

"Why do you keep sitting with me, Bakugou?"

It was hard for Bakugou to look up after those words came off your lips in a nonchalant manner — how was he supposed to answer with the truth?

"Does it fuckin' matter?" he deflected. "Why're you always sitting alone then?"

"I dunno," you rolled your eyes as if the answer was obvious, your face scrunching when you realized his question was serious.

"You're being serious?" you asked with an almost gaped mouth.

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

"My quirk," you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and Bakugou only gave you a look of bewilderment.

"The sports festival?" you reiterated. "How I had that guy from Class B under my control and stuff?"

"So?" he looked away. "You did okay. It's not even like you won or anything."

"Do I really have to spell it out for you? People think my quirk is villainous."

It wasn't like Bakugou didn't notice the change in attitude towards you after the sports festival and the true nature of your quirk was revealed, but he really believed that the people around him were better than that.

He saw how the media was treating his own outbursts, and while in the tiniest way possible he could understand them — your reaction was unwarranted.

"Don't say shit like that," Bakugou looked up to you seriously. "If no one else around you can see that your quirk's good enough to become a hero, fuck 'em. They weren't worth being in your life anyways. Got that?"

You paused, seemingly unable to speak from the weight his words left hanging in the air — but you finally nodded slightly, picking up your book from where it was still open in the grass.

"Thanks."

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friday:

You didn't startle today when Bakugou found his place beside you, nonchalantly turning the page without registering his existence. He couldn't help but let the silence linger — you looked peaceful while quietly reading — letting himself start eating his own lunch after pushing a plate in front of you.

Your book snapped shut after a couple moments, suddenly, and he could feel your eyes boring holes into the side of his head.

"Bakugou."

"Hmm?"

"Why do you keep eating lunch with me?"

But as soon as he opened his mouth to deflect, you interrupted him.

"And I know that it's not because you wanna make sure that I'm in top shape or whatever — and you can't deflect the question like every other time I've asked you this, okay?" You were staring at him seriously.

"Okay, you wanna know why?" he started, putting his chopsticks on his plate before turning towards you straight on. "I like you, Y/N — more than as a friend would."

You blinked at him, clearly startled by his response. "Why?"

"Whadd'ya mean why? Does there have to be reason?" He sneered. Were you being serious?

"But... My quirk..."

"Didn't I already tell you? Anyone who thinks that has shit for brains. Now shut up and eat your food."

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hi, thank you for finally replying to my ask! I actually forgot I even send an ask to you and I forgot what idea I had in my mind at that time. You said I could send again sooooo can you please write platonic headcanons with the main 4 during the hunter exams, where reader is Kurapika’s younger sister who’s the same age as Gon and Killua and also semi-mute? She rarely talks, seems shy and always clings to Kurapika. Oh, but she’s as capable as her brother, that’s why everybody else was surprised at her skills and strength

Sorry if this is too long, don’t rush it and stay safe!

Yesss!!! I'm so happy when people request anime too!! Lesgooo!! You stay safe too!!

Saving kurapika for last!!! 😍

Warnings:

Relationship: platonic!

Main four x kurapika's younger sister!

Gon

Tbh you were his best friend besides killua.

Tries to make you as comfortable as possible since he isn't completely dumb and notices how shy you can get. He thinks it's kinda similar to kurapika, considering he isn't exactly chatty either.

Also, he lowkey freaks out the first few times you spoke, his first reaction was literally-

"Y/n, you can speak!?" *gets bonked by killua* I swear he isn't trying to be rude.

This dude will drag you everywhere and tries to get you to know you more and to possibly make you feel safe enough to speak to him more. He definitely doesn't mean any harm.

Since you are the same age as him and killua he thinks it's a must for all three of you to be friends.

Sometimes his behavior can get overwhelming to you and make you get even more shy.

"Woah, you are really close to kurapika! Killua doesn't seem to be that close with his siblings. Well I wouldn't know since I don't have any." Would ask questions about you and kurapika.

Was shocked af when you had shown off your skills. Didn't necessarily think you were really weak but didn't think you were this strong.

After whatever you did he would praise you and stay stuff like "wow! Y/n I didn't think you were that strong! That was so cool!"

Would stop worrying about you a little less. Now knowing that if you were ever in danger and there was no one, you would definitely be able to protect yourself. (Let's hope whatever you're fighting against isn't too strong.)

"Hey y/n! Come over here for a second!"

Killua

Probably acted kind of a jerk to you the first few times.

But then after a while seeing that you weren't all that bad he started loosening up a bit. And then eventually you became friends with him.

Would've thought you were weak if it weren't for that zoldyck blood in which he sensed something far stronger within you.

Still even so he still thought you were nowhere near as strong as him. And overtime he started to become a little protective of you.

"Y/n you can speak!?" Killua bonked gon on the head.

Doesn't mind your quietness. He prefers it, he likes how energetic gon is but he also wants someone he can vibe peacefully quiet with.

He's kinda jealous of your closeness with kurapika. At first he thought that younger siblings could never get along with their older ones but clearly you and kurapika proved him wrong. He wishes he and illumi could have a healthier relationship sometimes.

If he's feeling especially silly and happy he might try to separate you from your older brother's hip and get to hang out with him instead during free time.

Killua's not shy, just self reserved. Even so he can understand most of your behaviors.

Wasn't that surprised when you had shown how capable you were when you had to fight against an enemy. Though it doesn't necessarily change his opinion on you. He feels a little more at ease.

"Why don't you hang out with me and gon for a little while?"

Leorio

You're like the little sister he never had.

Didn't really pay you much mind as you never really did anything outstanding for the majority of the exam but as he spent more time in your presence the more he started appreciating you.

You grew on him quick, he's now also your older brother.

Because of your pretty introverted nature he felt quite obligated to be at your side a lot.

Will almost cry if you want to spend time with him, he's never been this happy before. Although in the hunter exam the amount of things you can do is pretty limited.

You're somewhere without kurapika and someone goes out of their way to talk smack in front of you? Don't worry you'll see leorio sprinting towards the person in a very loud and aggressive voice.

"HEY WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY!?"

Since leorio is more in his delusions most of the time he'll think of you as kinda pretty weak. Don't get him wrong it's not like he'll force it on you, he just feels like he needs to help out in stuff mostly.

Around kurapika alot so that also means he's around you alot, it's a win win. You get two protective and older sibling figures by your side.

Jaw dropped. It dropped to the ground and 5 feet more under. Now he feels kinda bad and embarrassed he thought of you as something that needed help with.

Still tries to help you as much as he can when you're about to be fighting with someone.

He tries to look calm even though he made a dumb expression earlier. Although he does hold a proud smile.

"You were really cool..!"

Kurapika

Kurapika doesn't mind it when you seem to cling to him 24/7. In fact he likes it. As in he feels more at ease when you're in his line of sight. Being the two sole survivors of your clan it's really no wonder.

Of course this without a doubt forms an inseparable and unbreakable bond and trust.

Your older brother was the only person you could comfortably be alone with until the hunter exam. It took kurapika by surprise when you actually decided to hang out with someone other than him. It's not like he hates it but he feels a little uneasy, something you've had your entire life suddenly being away from you is something not so many people can be okay with.

He warms up to the idea eventually though. In fact he does enjoy seeing you interacting with other people. Seeing you by yourself without him with gon, killua and leorio and others sends a melancholy wave of pride through him.

He encourages you to spend more time with your now called new friends.

He wants you to spend a bit more time being independent before he goes away for something which he never told you about or plans to ever tell you about. (Ehem.. Revenge)

Knows you are fully capable of stuff but it doesn't stop him from feeling obligated to do something for you.

Anyone who brings slander to your name in front of him must be a real hell of an idiot.

Not surprised at all like killua after you leashed your skills fighting a random monster or opponent or something. He already knows after all he was the one who taught you everything you knew about anything really.

"I'm proud to have you as my sister y/n..."

Sorry if the last part seems rushed, it's because I am in a rush actually 💀

[willalove75]

Rebecca having a crush on reader . Bonus points if reader is a bad ass lawyer , even her ex husband can't stand reader. PPS. When he would make mean comments to Rebecca ,reader would be fiercely protective of Rebecca and lightly threaten ( legal actions ofc ) and Rebecca just wants reader even more.

Sorry if it's silly ! Feel free to ignore.

Yesss I love this so much! Not silly at all!! Thank you so much for the request!💕💕

"I don't know what to do." Rebecca says, defeated.

"Becks, he can't buy shares of the club, that was part of the divorce deal, I read it over a hundred times, he can't do it." You say, comforting her.

"But his new fiancée is the one who owes them, not him."

"It doesn't matter, once they're married it counts," Rebecca looks at you with worry in her eyes. "And if it doesn't I'll make sure it does. I'll make that man's life a living hell, trust me." You put your hand over hers to comfort her.

She chuckles and looks at you, a little more relaxed but still worried.

Rebecca feels a flutter in her chest as you hold her hand, she puts her hand over yours and looks into your eyes.

"Thank you, I don't know who else to talk to about this." She says.

"Of course! You know you can always talk to me about anything." You say with a smile.

You look at her, she definitely seems less frazzled than she was when you first came into her office, but you know she won't be completely relaxed until Rupert leaves her the hell alone. It's crazy to you that even when she's upset or stressed or worried, she's still so effortlessly beautiful.

Rebecca lays back on her couch and takes a deep breath.

"It's like his life's mission is to fuck with me, it's exhausting."

"He's such a twat. I'm so sorry you have to deal with him. Give me the word and I'll have him buried in lawsuits for the rest of his life."

Rebecca laughs and looks over at you. It's hard for her to imagine that there's someone who cares so much about her. Especially someone so kind and smart, and strong. 'She's so beautiful.' Rebecca thinks to herself.

"Thank you, but I don't think that'll do much, I think it will just make him more determined to keep derailing my life."

"I get it, but like I said, if you change your mind, just give me the go ahead and I'll get it done like that!" You snap your fingers and you both laugh.

"So tell me, any new Bantr matches?" You ask with a smirk.

Rebecca looks away and doesn't answer.

"Rebecca! You have to tell me!" You say with excitement as you move closer to her.

She bites her lip and grabs her phone and opens the app. She hands you her phone and you scroll through the messages.

"Oh damn, he's smooth." You say as you side eye her.

You feel a little jealous as you read through their messages but brush it off. You want to be happy for your friend.

Rebecca thinks she picks up on a hint of jealousy on your face but quickly dismisses it, convincing herself that you would have to like her to be jealous, and she is sure you don't see her that way. Even if she sees you that way.

"Wow Becks, smooth? Intelligent? A romantic? He very well might be a serial killer." You laugh.

"Oh my god y/n," She says with a laugh as she snatches her phone back. "He is not!"

You both laugh as you make more jokes, suddenly, Rebecca's face drops. Before you're able to turn around you hear a voice that sends chills up your spine.

"Well, well, I didn't know there was a party going on in here, I'm offended that I wasn't invited."

Rupert.

You snap your head around and there he is, the king of douchebags, Rupert Mannion.

"Rupert," Rebecca says.

"Why the fuck are you here?" You say bluntly.

"Y/n," he says, clearly not happy. "Always great seeing you."

"You and I both know that's a fucking lie. Why are you here?"

"What?" He says, acting offended. "I can't stop by and pay my ex-wife a friendly visit?"

"You're as friendly as a rattlesnake Rupert. And no, you can't." You glare at him.

He looks over at Rebecca, acting as if you're no longer there.

"My dear Rebecca, how have you been?" He asks, trying to turn his charm all the way up.

"State your business or leave Rupert, we don't have time for your games."

You look over at Rebecca and she suddenly seems so small. You hate that even being in his presence makes her shrink down to almost nothing. You hate him for enjoying it so much too.

Rebecca always feels intimidated when she's around him since they've been divorced, he still holds power over her and they both know it, and he loves it. Her heart hurts when she sees him, but she looks over at you and a bit of calm washes over her, just being around you relaxes her.

"Well, I wanted to chat about the shares Bex recently acquired."

"You mean the ones you bought under her name?" You say, glaring at him.

"I didn't purchase them for her, I just, loaned her some money."

"Mhm." You grumble.

"Anyway, I wanted to chat about the team, but I see you're busy, so I'll come back another time." He says.

"You and I both know you know better than to do that unless you want to be tied up in litigation for the very limited time you have left on this Earth."

Rupert glares at you, you have to admit, he can be intimidating, but you hate him way more than he is intimidating so it doesn't bother you.

You look over at Rebecca and she looks impressed, but also grateful. Rebecca feels another flutter in her chest as you stand up to him, something that she hasn't yet found the courage to do. She's amazed at how someone can be so strong and so beautiful at the same time. The flutter grows stronger as you continue to stand up for her.

He looks at her and looks down, seeing Bantr open on Rebecca's phone.

"Ah, I see you're getting back out there. Good for you, it's must be difficult to get back into the game at this age." He says, taking one final stab at her before he leaves.

His words cut her like a knife, she wishes so badly that his words would mean nothing to her, but they still mean so much.

"Out. Now." You say pointing at the door with daggers in your eyes.

"It was lovely seeing you both." He says.

He walks out and you look over at Rebecca, you can tell his words cut her, deeply.

"Don't listen to him." You say as you wrap your arms around her, comforting her.

"I'm okay," She says quietly.

You keep hugging her and you feel her lean her head on your shoulder and hug you back. Her heart soars a little and she relaxes into your arms. It's taking everything in her not to cry, but the longer she's in your arms, the more peace she feels. You place your hand on the back of her head and gently rock her. She closes her eyes and a smile crosses her face as you rock her back and fourth, she could stay here forever.

"I can't wait for the day that man dies." You say, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Rebecca lets out a laugh and slowly pulls away.

"Both you and Sass." She says.

"God we're gonna throw the biggest party ever, it's going to be magnificent."

You both laugh and you hold onto her hand. She looks into your eyes and you both feel a little spark.

"Thank you." She says with a smile.

"Of course, you know I got you."

A few weeks later you're out to dinner with Rebecca and Keeley, the three of you chatting, drinking, having a great time. You look over to the entrance of the restaurant and your blood boils when you see Rupert and his fiancée walk in. Rupert looks over and makes eye contact with you, you see a sinister smile cross his face as he makes his way over after his leads his fiancée to their table.

"Son of a bitch." You say.

"What?" Rebecca asks, looking over. You see her face drop when she sees him. Her heart sinks as he struts his way over, she looks at you and sees the anger in your eyes. She hates how angry he makes you, but she also loves how fiercely you protect her.

"Oh shit what is he doing here?" Keeley asks.

"Ladies, how are you all tonight?" He asks.

"We were having a good time." You say, glaring at him.

You see his eyes flicker with anger and he looks over at Rebecca, you know he's going to say something to hurt her.

"Rebecca, darling, look at you-"

"Rupert if you know what's good for you you won't say another fucking word." You feel a fire in your chest surge as you stand up.

"Y/n, I just don't understand why you have it out for me so badly."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"It's so unattractive for a woman of your nature to be so vulgar."

"Do you actually think I give a flying fuck what you think about me?"

Keeley and Rebecca look at each other, both amused and surprised.

Rupert leans in closer to you.

"You know, one phone call and your career would be gone." He quietly threatens.

A sense of fear creeps it's way in as Rebecca hears his threats. The last thing she wants is for something to happen to you because you're protecting her. She goes to speak but stops when you respond.

"You know, after our last lovely encounter, I looked into some of your smaller businesses, and found some really strange shell companies linked to them. I'm sure you have no idea how that happened." You sarcastically laugh and lean in a little closer. "But you know, I do have some very good friends that work in HM that would be very, very interested in them." You pull back and stare daggers into him.

You see a flash of anger in his eyes, he goes to speak but grumbles at you instead and walks away. You stare at him as he walks back to his table, takes his fiancée by the hand and walks out of the restaurant.

Rebecca is stunned, she never knew about any of that. The flutter in her chest explodes as she watches you stand up to Rupert in such a bold way. She thinks about grabbing your face and kissing you right then and there but doesn't act on it. She doesn't even know if you like her like that.

"You are fucking incredible." Keeley says, staring at you wide eyed.

The anger in your chest calms and you look over at Rebecca, who's staring at you. You think you see a little lust in your eyes, but it could also just be your adrenaline.

"How did you know about those companies?" Rebecca asks.

"I didn't." You say with a shit eating grin.

Keeley and Rebecca stare at you, their mouths wide open.

"Holy shit!" Keeley exclaims. "That was a huge gamble!"

"Well, from my experience, when someone has that much money, there's a good chance there's something shady going on somewhere."

Rebecca looks at you, impressed. She understands the risk you took in making that assumption, because if it backfired, it could have went very badly.

"So that should keep him away for a little while. At least long enough for me to actually find those shell companies." You give Rebecca a wink and you raise your glass.

She feels the air rush out of her chest when you wink at her.

"To not putting up with pieces of shit!" You say.

"Here here!" Keeley says.

The three of you cheers and you look over at Rebecca as you take a sip, her eyes glimmering at you.

Dinner ends and Keeley gets picked up by Roy, you take Rebecca back to her house. You walk her in and take a seat on the couch.

"Thank you, again, for dealing with him." Rebecca says. "I'm sorry he keeps interrupting every time we've been getting together."

"I'm not." You say.

She looks at you, confused.

"I'd rather be there and rip him a new one every time he shows up than not and him getting the opportunity to take pleasure in hurting you."

Rebecca looks down with a smile on her face. She looks back up at you and sits next to you on the couch and wraps her arms around you. She smells your perfume, wrapping her arms around you, she feels like she floating as you wrap your arms around her.

"Thank you." She says.

"That's what friends are for love." You say, hugging her tighter.

You pull away and Rebecca's hands linger on your leg for a moment. Rebecca looks into your eyes, her green eyes glimmering. For a fleeting second, Rebecca thinks about closing the distance between the two of you, she wants nothing more than to feel your lips on hers. You notice the pause as you look into her eyes. "Does she like me?" You think to yourself.

The moment passes and Rebecca removes her hands from you leg. You break eye contact and look at your phone. You notice it's getting late and you stand up to leave.

"Thanks again, for everything." She says.

"Of course."

You give her another hug.

"If he shows up again let me know and I'll take care of him." You say with a smile.

"I will." She says back.

The entire ride home you're questioning whether or not she likes you more than just friends, those few fleeting seconds stay on your mind for the rest of the night.

Rebecca closes the door and leans back against it.

"Damnit Rebecca." She says to herself, disappointed at the missed opportunity.

You two see each other a few more times, it's a little uncomfortable since both of you are unsure about how the other one feels but neither of you dare to say anything out loud; but the awkwardness quickly fades.

You walk into AFC Richmond to meet Rebecca for lunch, as you turn the corner, you see Rupert coming down the stairs from Rebecca's office. You feel a switch flip inside of you, anger and fear burn in your chest.

"Y/n, lovely to see you." He says, a little too happily.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You growl.

"Just paying my ex a visit, I had some exciting news to share with her."

You look up the stairs, wanting to push him out of the way and rush up to her to make sure she's okay. He can see the fear in your eyes and he smiles.

"Wonderful to see you, y/n."

"You son of a bitch." Your eyes don't leave the stairwell.

Rupert walks away and you rush up and see Rebecca standing in her office, tears in her eyes, frozen, like someone just ripped her heart out of her chest.

Rebecca gets up out of her chair and crosses her office, before she reaches the door Rupert walks in and greets her with his charming, almost evil smile.

His eyes pierce through her as he looks at her, she immediately knows he's up to no good.

"Rupert, what are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to share some news with you before you hear it from someone else."

Rebecca looks at him with caution.

"Bex and I are having a baby."

His words hit her like a truck, smashing her already fragile heart into a thousand pieces. Tears well up in her eyes but she puts every ounce of effort into holding herself together. She explodes a little, surprised and outraged that he's having a child at his age, or having a child at all. He always told her he never wanted kids, even though she always did.

"I just didn't want them with yo-" he looks into her eyes. "Then."

The air leaves her lungs, it may have been less painful if he just reached into her chest and actually pulled her heart out. She doesn't even hear what he says when he leaves, all of the sounds around her are muffled. She can feel her heart in her throat, her brain tries to make her move but her body doesn't respond.

She looks up and sees you running towards her.

"Rebecca?" You run up to her and grab her by the shoulders. "Honey what happened?"

Tears start to stream down her cheeks, you cup her face in your hands and she looks at you. Your heart breaks when she looks into your eyes, you can tell whatever he said, it completely destroyed her.

"What happened?"

"He, he's having a baby."

Heavier tears fall from her eyes, you feel rage build inside of you like you've never felt before. Without realizing what you're doing, you walk away from Rebecca back down the stairs.

"Y/n," Rebecca says as her voice cracks.

"RUPERT." You scream.

You get down the stairs and turn down the hall, you see Rupert down the hall facing you with a grin on his face.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU." You scream as you walk towards him.

"Are you not going to congratulate me?"

"You son of a bitch how could you?! This is low, even for you you piece of shit."

You're shaking with anger, you're not even aware of what you're saying, all you know is that he hurt her and he's not getting away with it.

"What? Would you rather her find out from the tabloids?" He says with a smirk.

"You mean like how she found out about you fucking around on her? You didn't have the balls to tell that to her face did you?"

"I've done things I'm not proud of-"

"Oh please spare me your bullshit. You know I'm almost convinced you don't even want a baby, you're just having one with her to spite Rebecca."

"I'm offended-"

"Good. And you should be ashamed of yourself. I hope your wife is a great mother because you're going to be a horrible father."

You see a shift in his eyes, you think that actually hurt him a little.

"I bet she'll be a single parent by the time that baby turns two, and that's being fucking generous given I'm sure you're already fucking other women behind her back."

You see the anger burning in his eyes, he takes a step forward and gets closer to you.

"I am getting very tired of your attitude." He growls.

"I'm fucking tired of you harassing Rebecca!" You yell back.

"Why do you care so much?" His eyes narrowing.

"Because unlike you I actually give a shit about her. You never fucking cared about her. And for whatever sick fucking reason all you care about now is making her life a living hell. She' is fucking amazing and you never deserved her."

"I loved her."

"I'm sure you did, I'm sure you loved her so much. You know, I think you had so much love for your wife that you had to go and share it with a dozen other women."

You see an anger in his eyes you've never seen before, you'd be afraid if you weren't in a complete rage.

"Rupert leave her the fuck alone." You growl at him.

"Or what?"

"You will regret it."

"Is that a threat? You more than anyone should know how quickly one could take action against a threat like that." He says, taking another step forward trying to intimidate you.

You take a step forward towards him, the two of you less than a foot apart.

"It's a promise." You say, staring into his eyes. "You and I both know how quickly I can take you down if you don't start cleaning up your little messes. That is, if I haven't already made the call."

His stare becomes more intense, trying to scare you off, but you match his anger, refusing to back down.

"Is everything okay here?"

You see a security guard out of the corner of your eye. Rupert notices him too, he growls at you and looks over at the guard, breaking eye contact.

"Everything is fine, I was just leaving." He says.

He looks back at you and gives you another glare as he turns and walks out. You keep your stance, your eyes fixated on him until the front doors close behind him. You turn to go back to the stairs and see Rebecca standing at the bottom of them, her eyes fixated on you.

Rebecca watches you storm out of her office screaming Rupert's name, going down the stairs after him as she stands there, frozen in place. She hears you screaming at him and then hears you say her name and starts to snap out of her daze. She walks down the stairs and peers around the corner, watching the two of you in your heated argument. Her heartbreak turns to fear when she sees him take a step towards you, he's not a violent man, but she's worried he might take it too far. Her fear eases, watching you stand up to him, staying strong and not backing down, she'd be turned on if there wasn't a thousand different thoughts rushing through her head at the moment.

She hears you tell him he's going to be a terrible father and notices the shift in his eyes, even from as far away as she's standing. That one definitely hurt. Rupert? A dad? The thought itself is insane, he's well into his 70s. The thought of him having a child with someone else is painful, it cuts into the core of her soul. He said he never wanted kids, so she gave up that dream for him, now he's starting a family and it's too late for her.

Her attention is brought back to the argument when she hears Rupert ask you why you care so much. The pain in her chest begins to mix with flutters hearing you say that you care about her, and that you think she's amazing. She sees him step up to you again and the fear creeps back in, but it fades as quickly as it appeared when you step up to him.

At this point, all Rebecca can focus on is you, she isn't even listening to the argument anymore. Enamored with how you're fighting for her, and against him no less, the fluttering in her chest continues. She watches you as you watch him leave the building, staring at you in awe, even as you turn around she can't change the look on her face.

You walk up to Rebecca, standing at the bottom of the steps, looking at you, and put your hand on her arm.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." You gently say, guiding her away from the small crowd that formed during the fight.

You get into her office and close the door, you make your way over to the couch and take a seat next to Rebecca. You gently cup her face in your hand and look into her eyes, worried about her.

"Are you okay?" You ask as the concern in your eyes grows.

Rebecca looks into your eyes and says nothing, after a moment she wraps her arms around you and pulls you into a hug. You tightly hug her back, hoping she feels every ounce of love you're pouring into her.

"Thank you." She quietly says, her arms still tightly wrapped around you.

You place your hand on the back of her head and hold her tighter, you've never felt so close to Rebecca before, there's a part of you that never wants this hug to end.

She pulls back a little and looks into your eyes as tears line hers, your hand slides from the back of her head to her cheek. She's still so hurt from Rupert's news, but she can't help but feel at peace when she's with you.

Without a second thought, Rebecca leans in and places her lips on yours. It definitely comes as a shock to you, you were never expecting this, you weren't even sure if she liked you like that.

Rebecca immediately notices your hesitation and pulls away, your hand still on her face, you feel her cheek flush with embarrassment. Before she's able to pull away completely you bring her back into you, your lips meeting once again. Your heartbeat begins to race as you kiss her, you move your hand down to her neck and feel her pulse rising too. Her bottom lip slips between yours and you flick your tongue across it. She parts her lips and you slide your tongue in, it's greeted excitedly by hers when it enters.

You both feel like you're floating, like nothing else in the world exists but the two of you. You feel one of her hands on your chest while the other grabs your waist, you hold her face close to you with one hand and the other grabs a fistful of her golden hair behind her head.

The kiss could have lasted for two minutes or two hours, neither of you are really sure when your lips finally part. Your hands fall to her waist, you look into her eyes, you still see the pain, but you also see love.

"That was amazing, watching you go after him." She says looking at your lips.

"I'd do it every day for the rest of my life if I had to." You say with a smile.

She looks into your eyes and leans in, your lips meeting again. She pushes you backwards, softly pushing you onto your back on the couch cushion. She lays on top of you, your lips not parting once, you hold onto her hips as she holds onto you, your heartbeats synching as you kiss.

"Fuck Rupert." You think to yourself. "If he can't take care of her, I will."

[l-a-l-o-u]

for bean for the oc ask meme, 9, 14, 23, and 24?

Yesss thanks for asking I love to talk about my girl! Her backstory has been revealed in the campaign now so I can talk about her as much as I want >:)

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

Bean has an entire playlist and there's a lot of lyrics that remind me of her, but I think her theme song is Runaway by Aurora. Just. The entire song

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

What she used to want was to be seen as someone who was cool as hell and great to hang out with. She loves to flirt with everyone and she ennoys knowing people are attracted to her. But nowadays she really only cares about her friends trusting her and knowing who she really is and where she came from. She wants to be seen as sincere, honest, open minded... and also cool as hell.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

She struggled the entire campaign with sharing anything about her past, but if we talk about emotion specifically, I think love is yhe hardest ome for her to process and understand. The person she loves the most is the reason she suffered for a really long time, and she knows they can never really be together anyway - she hasn't seen him in 40 years, but they talk all the time. She's kept all of her friends at arm's lenght for most of her life to protect herself, and never let herself love anyone, but she so badly wants to! Now she has close friends who she loves more than anything and it's very confusing for her to navigate. All she knows is she wants to understand it now. She's still afraid of it but she's willing to try.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Oh man ok so the biggest change in her life came when she escaped the castle she was trapped in and began a nomadic life of hiding, all on her own. If she had stayed, she would have had to choose between staying locked up or pledging allegiance to the king who kidnapped her as a child, and I think she wouldve picked the latter so she could see her best friend the prince again. She might have tried to escape with him instead, but I kind of doubt she wouldve succeeded. I think she might have receeded into herself, never come out as a woman, and become very docile, at least on the outside. She and the prince would probably make out and talk shit in the secret passageways though. That's the one good thing, she could have stayed with him.

[gellavonhamster]

reading the post-vulgate, part 1 (the merlin continuation)

"The eldest was called Gawain, the second Gaheriet, the third Agravain, and the fourth Guerrehet" no fucking way they're in a different order again. When will it end

if Merlin knows everything that will happen, why does he go on about how he won't tell Arthur who the knight destined to destroy the kingdom is because he doesn't want to kill a child? A lot more children are going to die because this bitch is refusing to be specific

finally Yvain is Morgan's son again, this was Bothering me

Mordred hit his head as an infant so hard that the scar remained for all his life. This is potential for his brothers making jokes in the vein of "and that's why he is like that" later

in this version, the father of Sagremor the Unruly is also called the Unruly, making it their surname, I guess, which is funny, even though at a later point in Chapter 59 the narrator changes his mind and says that it was Kay who gave Sagremor this nickname

big fan of the fact that Mordred and Sagremor are raised together - there's something cute about a doomed-by-the-narrative goth and a reckless fun guy being childhood friends. And then one of them kills the other :)))

oh, the May babies are rescued in this one! Nice

brief glimpses of some fairy drama as the lady who was girded with the sword that Balin could remove "owed allegiance to the lady called the Lady of the Isle of Avalon" and the one that wanted her killed for killing her father was the one that helped Arthur take Excalibur from the hand in the lake

"In this place will meet in battle the two most faithful lovers of their time" sounds like Lancelot and Tristan will be each other's lovers and the battle in question will be their meet-cute

"For [King Lot] is the one in my land in whom I would have trusted most in great need, and for whom I would have done most" buddy, you slept with his wife.

Gawain is eleven years old when he swears to kill Pellinor for killing his father! And the adults at the funeral praise him for such noble intentions! God!!!

yesss this version supports my headcanon that Yvain's animal-befriending powers are a result of Morgan experimenting with various magic while she was pregnant with him

seriously, would everything that eventually happens had ever happened if Merlin wasn't walking around telling people "you will kill him, and you will kill him, and one of these two boys you're raising will kill the other", thus making everyone think it's inevitable?

you know what would've made reading this easier and more enjoyable? If I cared about Balin

according to this one, there should be 150 Knights of the Round Table

I like that Guinevere is being referred to as "valiant"

"for no adventure that may happen, unless mortal peril is to come of it, may a knight who is sitting at table stir before he has eaten" is a good custom, more contemporary jobs should follow it

Tor's mom is great (loved it when she rebuked Merlin and everyone laughed) and I can't wait for Gawain to kill Pellinor

Kay being described as "a good enough knight, but not as good as the others" lmao

my brain refuses to perceive young Bademagu. This is a middle-aged man with (at least?) two adult children

“Now come forward and see a king’s daughter wield a sword” is one hell of a line

yelling @ the maiden/mother/crone ladies making fun of Gawain being short

I imagine Gaheris here speaking in a very patient voice that simultaneously verges on hysterics because he's so fucking exasperated

I thought this text might change my opinion on Gaheris for the better, but then the matricide part came, with "But it was his opinion that the lady should be blamed and humiliated" and "Then he put his hand on his sword and wished to kill his mother, but he would leave the knight, because he seemed too handsome and valiant, and he was disarmed", and nope, still hate that guy

like what the fuck is WRONG with you!!!

oh I am seething right now

"for they were tired, although they had not yet done anything" meeee

[icedcoffeeandsunshine]

Hey, can you do a character analysis of Minerva Orland? I barely see much of her on here smh

hi yesss ikr, i feel like she’s an underrated female character in the series and barely anyone on tumblr posts about her as far as i’ve seen :( but i hope you like whatever i’ve written.

MINERVA ORLAND - Character Analysis (Requested)

CANON ANALYSIS

in the gmg arc, minerva at first is seen as possessing some traits similar to her father. she is calm and confident but also has a sadistic side as seen in the naval battle. minerva is also portrayed as the type of person who would do anything to achieve or get whatever she wanted. minerva also seemingly has a superiority complex. i think these traits were embedded in her because of the cruelty of jiemma during her childhood, like he ingrained the desire for superiority and power and the idea that so-called “weaker mages” are below her into her mind from a young age and i do feel all of this has been hard to unlearn for her.

we do see a considerable change in her personality in the end of the tartaros arc (minus the whole neo minerva thing) and alvarez arc. she is now definitely more self reflective, caring and considerate. she even apologised to kagura and lucy for the way she treated them during the grand magic games and becomes closer to her guild mates.

MY HEADCANONS FOR THEM

minerva is either lesbian, bisexual or pansexual. she does not give me straight vibes in the slightest

it says on the wiki page that she speaks an old and archaic form of japanese but “minerva” is the name for the roman goddess of wisdom and is of latin origin, which is why i will fully believe that this woman is half italian

minerva is also the smartest in the guild, more so than orga, rufus or rogue (i’m sorry sting bbg)

her hyperfixation is makeup. i don’t know where this came from but i can just see her having a big space filled with all types of makeup and see her experimenting

i also think minerva would be really good at history

but i also totally imagine her geeking out to k-dramas with yukino.

these are so fucking random and messy i’m so sorry

MINERVA IN LOVE + FRIENDSHIP

i have nothing against rogue (he is my favourite character yall) or straight ships but i just cannot get with the roguerva ship like y’all ‼️ did you not feel the sexual tension between minerva and erza or yukino

minerva would be a confident but also shy lover. she’s highly insecure of the fact that she was not a good person beforehand (talking about gmg arc and prior) and does not deserve to be showered with love and affection. her s/o will reassure her but it’s like a voice in her head type of situation. therefore i feel like it’d be really hard for minerva to fully open up to dating unless she knew you really well.

if she was to date someone, it had to be someone really understanding and empathetic. someone mature and not irrational. she would totally be super protective and all but is not great at showing emotions so i think even if she is protective and jealous, she’d suppress her feelings.

i feel like as a friend, she’d be protective as well. but it takes her lesser time to open up to and get comfortable with a friend as compared to a s/o because obviously, dating is scary and minerva sees commitment as something that is formal. so if you are a friend, especially a best friend, get prepared to have your ear talked off.

i will die on this hill but minerva is 100% very very…not insecure but let’s say hesitant, in her relationships because of the negative connotations of her past actions. she fully believes that one day people might abandon her and that freaks her the fuck out. at the same time, she doesn’t like to be vulnerable so not everyone would know about this. but overall, she is a sweetheart and her love language is acts of service. she will never fail to make her s/o or friends feel appreciated.

WHO DO I SHIP THEM WITH?

yukino, kagura (as a crackship) and erza, but mostly yukino because i feel like the dynamic is the best here.

PERSONAL OPINION ABOUT THE CHARACTER

i loved her character development! minerva is actually criminally underrated and i wish we get more of her (not as rogues love interest) in 100yq. she’s also a character i have many headcanons for, and amongst my favourite sabertooth members (the bar is not really high though)

[tarot-by-e11e]

First of all, I'm so sorry the feedback took this long, but here it is!

Thank you for the reading, I greatly enjoyed the interpretation as well as the depiction of the cards.

For the first card, as you said, I need to find a way to inculcate a routine that helps me destress. It makes sense you say that because I stress about everything; basically, I stress out for more than half of my day. I think exercising might be a good de-stresser as it takes my mind off my worries, so I'll try my best to adjust some timing here and there. I think not caving into peer pressure makes sense in a way, cause I do hide my real self and change my mind when I have people who want things to be the way they want it. I also think you make sense when you say I should know when to give up on a connection, because I keep saying ‘I want to get more disappointed in them till the point I literally give up trying.’ but I do realise now how harmful it is for me and how it's affecting my progress for no good reason. I'm just scared I'll go back to the connection if I don't get thoroughly disappointed.

For the second card, yes, I'm currently stepping out of my comfort zone like joining events, walking inside a room with confidence, letting my hairs down(I mostly used to wear ponytails), dress up, exercise in gyms and stuff. I think that's really helping my confidence in a way and I've also stopped bothering myself with people who want to drag me down! As you interpreted, it makes sense the second card is asking me to leave overthinking in the past, because I do overthink every single thing till the point it affects me. But I'm working on it!

The last card's suggestion is actually very difficult for me, but it again, makes sense why the card asked me to be open to teamwork, and depend on people and be open to friends. I don't like the idea of getting disappointed in a good person so I'm like 'Nah I'll do it on my own'. But I'll try!

Overall, the reading seems to be resonating and accurate!

Hi dear,

Thank you so much for taking the time to giving me a thorough feedback!

I'm really happy that you enjoyed how I interpreted the reading for you~

If you feel like doing exercise as a de-stressor, choose one that lets you quiet your mind and you don't resent that kind of workout.

Oh dear, you don't have to hide yourself dear. I'm glad that this reading opened your eyes to your situation, in just a little bit.

I'm really proud of you. You are self-aware enough that you know you have this need to be completely disappointed due to fear of going back to a connection that you're not fully given up on. The homework in this one is to make sure you know when to walk away that it's not detrimental to your sanity. Only you can decide how far you're willing to tolerate disrespect till you have had enough.

Yehey for stepping out of your comfort zone!! Yess to being unbothered by people who aren't worthy of your time and attention!

Yesss to leaving overthinking behind!!! (We're in the same boat on this one!)

At least you openly admit that it might be a bit of an adjustment to you~ I'm proud of you putting in the effort to making it happen, or atleast be open for it!

As always, I hope the best for you in your next endeavors!!

[weirdwyvern]

Reading your thoughts on TWSITD and I can’t help but agree that the fact they’re presented as this unambiguously evil monolith instead of like, an actual cult/society/place where people actually LIVE is a missed opportunity. My kingdom for a storyline where there’s an Agarthan parallel to Edelgard and Claude—a revolutionary who knows their people could be so much MORE but the current system needs to burn so they can build something better.

yesss that would’ve been so COOL, there’d be so much room to play with all the complications of taking down a cult/similar. Plus, it grants the opportunity to introduce a wonderfully complex character to the mix—an Agarthan who not only wants their people to prosper, but who recognizes that the Agarthans are being kept from prospering due to their leaders.

Imagine them trying to convince their friends/family to help them in their endeavor (“We don’t have to keep following them, we can leave, life can be so much better for us”) only to be met with mixed responses. Some think they’re out of their mind or just being disastrously naïve, some understand their reasoning but aren’t willing to take the risk (“This life is already good enough, it has to be – it’s safer like this”). The Agarthan character cares about these people, a lot of them are folks they've grown up with; they can’t just lay them all upon the altar to achieve their dream.

Maybe the Agarthan is someone who snuck out of the underground on their own out of curiosity, or maybe they got lost while on an aboveground mission—point is, they started noticing differences between how they’d been taught to view the aboveground world and how it really is. Like a “damn, we’ve been missing out on all this?” sort of revelation. Making some aboveground friends would also be a good way to help change their worldview, get them a glimpse into outside cultures, etc.

Obviously they’d have a lot of internal back-and-forth on whether it’s actually worse Out There, trying to figure out how much they’ve been taught is true, all the while being fed the same propaganda and discouraged from questioning it. The actual topic of leaving would be even harder to work through, especially if all Agarthans have access to some sweet tech like what we see in Shambhala—a lot of them might not have many skills they could use to make a living in outside society. Once the thread’s been snagged, though, there’s little else to do but unravel.

The topside isn’t nearly as dangerous as it’s been made out to be. So why does their government keep saying it is? They’re supposed to be fighting to topple the Church so they can reclaim the surface, but there are already plenty of people up there—some who aren’t familiar with the Church, some who don’t even care. So why do they have to stay underground? Why do they have to keep fighting a battle that is slowly seeming less and less necessary?

Rotating in my brain at a very fast speed is the idea of this hypothetical Agarthan interacting with Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn (assuming they know they’re an Agarthan). Flayn is pretty compassionate and probably the most willing to get along with them of the three, but like…damn, there’s still a lot to unpack there. They might be able to appeal to Seteth a little through a “I don’t want to fight you, I just want to make things better for my friends/family” sort of reasoning; Flayn means the world to him, and though he’s not inclined to trust a descendant of the ones who put them through so much, he can at least empathize with wanting the best for your loved ones. As for Rhea…ngl I don’t see it going well under most circumstances. They would probably need Seteth, Flayn, and Byleth on their side for Rhea to be anything other than 100% paranoid.

Interacting with the three of them would probably be good for the Agarthan, though, considering how Nabateans seem to be viewed by them at large. They go in thinking about all the times they’ve heard the Children of the Goddess described as monsters, how they can’t be trusted, how they’re a blight upon Fódlan, but…dude. These are just people? These are just people. Sure sure they can turn into dragons or whatever, but [waving arm at Flayn] that is a CHILD?

sorry for the ramble but man, that kinda storyline would’ve been both excellent and very compelling considering how well it ties into the overarching theme of “good people can still find themselves on opposing sides of a conflict”

[ssscentral]

Dilectio

Summary:  When your boyfriend said he wanted to try something new to make things more interesting, you never thought it would lead to this.

Pairing : Angel! Namjoon x Reader x Demon! Jimin

Genre : Fluff, Crack, Smut

Warnings : Threesome, Demon summoning, Overstimulation, Double penetration, Anal Sex, Choking, Unprotected sex (trap that beach before you tap that beach), Mild swearing

WC : 3.7k

Member : Fluff || @fluffy-fluffu​

A/N : Hope you guys like this one, my second attempt at writing smut dfgbjhc; also this fic is the first part of the group prompt “Hell of a Ride”! More to come!! Another side note: this fic borrows some elements from the show “Supernatural”. And now, happy reading!

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You sat there watching your two boyfriends bicker back and forth with a fond smile. It was still hard to believe that you somehow got yourself these two amazing men that you could proudly call yours. 

You took another sip of your coffee, eyes never leaving your boyfriends. “Y/N~~ Tell Namjoon hyung crabs are little spawns of satan whose only purpose is to pinch people and cause chaos!” Jimin exclaimed, leaning over the table between you dramatically. 

“Crabs! Are! Best! Friends! They’re cute little babies!” Namjoon fired back, “Y/N what do you think?”

Choking on your coffee from the sudden attention, you sat up straight and put your cup down. Looking between the two sitting in front of you with wide eyes. They stared at you, eyes wide with anticipation at who you’re gonna side with.

“W-what?” you stuttered out. “You haven’t been listening to us have you?” Namjoon asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. You gave him a sheepish smile, rubbing your neck as you said, “Would you be terribly mad if I said no…?” 

Being the impatient brat he is, Jimin whined, before Namjoon could give you a reply. Wiggling in his seat to grab both your attentions, he started, “Yah pay attention to me too~ Stop looking at each other with those lovey dovey eyes when I’m here too.” Jimin huffed, pouting and crossing his arms.

You laughed as Namjoon grabed Jimin’s face and peppered it with kisses all over, Jimin giggling happily. “Yeah Namjoon~ Give our baby all your attention, why are you talking to me hmm?” You teased, causing Jimin to sit up straight and grabbing your hands. 

“Hey! You’re the baby here! I don’t need all the attention, you deserve it. I was just being a brat, don’t be sad” Jimin rambled, eyes wide with panic at the thought that you might misunderstand his actions. You laughed and freed one of your hands from his hold - much to his protest - and ruffled his hair in endearment. “I’m not sad Jimin-ah, I know you’re a brat.” You said with a wink, not being able to keep the teasing smirk off of your lips.

“You’d think Jimin is an innocent little human with how he acts.” Namjoon stated, watching your interaction. Jimin let go of your hand and leaned towards Namjoon, lips almost brushing against each other, “But you know better don’t you Joonie?~” Jimin spoke in a low voice, almost taunting. You could see Namjoon’s eyes darting back and forth between Jimin’s eyes and lips, contemplating if he should lean forward. 

Making up his mind, Namjoon was about to kiss Jimin when the latter moved away, lips tugging up in an innocent smile. “So, about the crabs, what do you think, Y/N?” Jimin spoke, acting as if nothing was wrong.

You glanced at Namjoon to see his face flushed red as he stared at Jimin and you took a sip of your coffee to hide your ever growing smile. “I don’t know Chimmie, you’re the demon here, you’d know what real spawns of satan would be like. So with that in mind, are crabs really it?” You countered, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. 

Jimin rolled his eyes as he leaned into Namjoon, hands going up to circle around the latters neck. “Waaah, what kind of an answer is that?!” Jimin whined. 

“Pretty sure that’s her way of saying she’s on my side babe.” Namjoon chuckled, looking down at the male practically laying on him. 

While those two went back to bickering about crabs you couldn’t help but think back to your first encounter with Jimin.

You had been dating Namjoon for about two years now and it was going great, amazing even. The way he treated you made you feel like a queen and the sex was amazing. But recently, you two had been discussing about spicing things up in the bedroom. You two had thought maybe introducing toys would suffice but even then something felt missing. 

One day during work, you got a text from Namjoon saying he found something that he’d like to try. You had agreed, thinking it was some sort of a toy, or maybe he wanted to explore a new kink. What you hadn’t thought was that your boyfriend would try to summon a demon, as one does apparently. 

So you could imagine the shock you felt when you stepped inside your shared apartment that night to see Namjoon setting up candles around your living room.

“What… are you doing?” You asked cautiously, eyeing the materials on the ground, some candles and a bowl on top of what seemed to be… was that a pentagram? Your eyes widened as you looked back up at Namjoon, question right on the tip of your tongue when Namjoon said, “I was thinking we could try summoning a demon?”

“You… want to summon a demon to spice up our sex life?”

“Yes.”

“...So you want to have a threesome with a demon?”

“...Yes.”

“Riiiight,” you started, looking at your boyfriend, concerned for his mental state now, “You do realise that’s not real right? Even if it were, you'd have to sell your soul or something to the demon?”

“...Yesss…?” Namjoon replied, now looking a little unsure, “But! Never hurts to try right? We could just give it our first born or something and not our soul.”

A whole minute passed as you stared at Namjoon in silence, trying to figure if he was being serious right now. “Namjoon, I love you, but what the fuck are you on about?!”

“What? What’s wrong with giving away our first born? It’s not like we want kids anyway.” Namjoon replied, his voice dying out at the end when he saw the look you were giving him.

You two stared at each other for a moment yet again, trying to decipher what was going on in the other’s mind. 

You were the first to break eye contact as you raised your hand in surrender and moved to go change in your bedroom, calling over your shoulder at Namjoon, “Do whatever you want but I’m not helping.”

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Turns out you were helping cause now you sat on the ground with Namjoon, glaring at him while he was smiling at you cheekily. Lights off and candles lit, illuminating the room around you.

“I’m not giving away my first born Kim.”

“But-”

“Kim Namjoon.”

“...Fine.” 

With that you saw your boyfriend sit up straight and start the ritual. He grabbed your hand and closed his eyes - telling you to close yours too - and started chanting.

“...ad ligandum eos pariter eos coram me!” exclaimed Namjoon at the end. You cracked one eye open, breath you didn’t realise you were holding and opened your eyes properly.

Leaning back with your hands supporting you while sitting, you looked at Namjoon who had opened his eyes too, examining the area. “Told you demons aren’t real.” 

You could see Namjoon deflate in disappointment, his lips jutting out in a small pout and you stood up, grabbing his hand to pull him up as you did so. You cupped his face and gave him a small kiss, smiling. “How about we clean up here and then we try something else? I heard edging is pretty fun and I’ll let you choke me tonight.” You offered, trying to make your boyfriend feel better.

Before he could reply, however, a foreign voice spoke up from behind you, “Ooo sounds fun, can I join?” You screamed and jumped into Namjoon, whipping around to see who just said that. 

There sat a man on your couch, silver hair shining under the lights that had suddenly turned on in the room, plump pink lips curved into a sinful smirk. Looking closer, you realised his eyes were pitch black, and he had a purple suit on, a matching shirt underneath. The aura around him mysterious yet tempting.

“Who are you?!” You exclaimed, this can’t be real, he can’t be real. Creatures like demons don’t exist! 

“I’m a demon, you can call me whatever you want, some call me Jimin if you’d like.” The demon, Jimin, replied, hungry eyes trailing down your body.

You stepped away from Namjoon, still holding on to his hand before asking Jimin, “Why are you here?”

“You’re the one who summoned me darling, don’t tell me you forgot already? I know I’m good looking but we haven’t even started~” 

Your eye twitched. He was a cocky one, you’d give him that. 

Jimin stood up gracefully from the couch, moving to take his suit off - it shouldn’t have been as arousing to look at as it was to you - and looked you in your eyes, “So what can I do for you princess? Why was I summoned?’ 

Namjoon spoke up this time, moving towards Jimin, “I summoned you, you’re an incubus I presume?” You were shocked at how steady his voice was, but then again he had it all planned, you thought to yourself. 

“Why yes~ Glad to see you did your research.” Jimin answered cheerfully, it was almost hard to believe he was a creature from hell. Almost. For his eyes had a darkness that would make even the toughest man cower. 

“We want to try something new. Would you like to join us for a threesome?” Namjoon asked, voice never wavering, as if he was discussing about the weather and not inviting a damn demon for a casual fuck.

You gaped at Namjoon and it seemed that Jimin was caught off guard too at Namjoon’s boldness. Jimin cleared his throat and smirked at him, eyes twinkling with amusement, “You’re an interesting little angel Kim Namjoon.”

Your eyes widened even more at that - how was that even possible without your eyes popping out? You didn’t know - as Namjoon stiffened. “What are you talking about.” asked Namjoon but it sounded more like a statement with underlying warnings for something you couldn’t figure out.

Jimin gave Namjoon a once over before he smiled, almost tantalizingly. He cocked his head towards you, eyes never leaving Namjoon before saying, “She doesn’t know, does she?~”

You looked at Namjoon in question, what were they talking about? But Namjoon refused to meet your eyes. “Will you join us or not Jimin?” Namjoon demanded in a low voice, almost growling. 

Jimin’s eye crinkled into crescents as his smile grew mischievously , “Of course, that’s why I’m here, am I not?~”

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You moaned out loud as Namjoon pushed his cock into you again, the bruising pace making you lose your mind. “J-joonie too much.” You garbled, body overstimulated and pussy aching from both his and Jimin’s previous ministrations.  

They had taken turns fucking you multiple times, making you cum every time. Your body shook in overstimulation and your mind turned foggy. You felt Jimin move behind, his cock sliding into your asshole in one smooth thrust. You moaned again, whimpering at the feeling of being so full.

“You like that baby? You having both of us deep inside you? I can feel Joonie’s dick in you.” Jimin whispered in your ear, hand moving down to play with your throbbing clit.

Whimpering louder, you rested your head against Jimin’s neck, turning to kiss and suck on his neck that would surely leave marks. “Yeah baby, mark me up, let everyone know who I’m with” Jimin hissed.

Your vision blurred, head drowning in euphoria as you came yet again, adding even more slick to the puddle beneath you. You felt like you could pass out right then and there, body exhausted but a particularly hard thrust from Namjoon had you writhing and moaning all over again. 

‘I’m gonna cum babe. Gonna fill you up nice,” Namjoon groaned, gripping your hips and thrusting into you at a faster pace. Jimin moaned and picked his pace up too, both the men now fucking into you in a frantic manner, chasing their high.

You felt Namjoon shudder as his dick throbbed in you before strings of cum shot into you, painting your walls white. Namjoon slowly pulled out, hissing at the sensation as you whimpered, suddenly feeling empty yet so full at the same time. 

Jimmin picked you up once Namjoon moved away and had you kneel, face pushed into the mattress, your ass sticking out. He thrusted harder and faster, one hand moving to choke you lightly. 

You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten again, body filling with the familiar fire that had you feeling like you were about to combust any second.

Jimin thrusted in one last time, pushing as deep as he possibly could before he too came with a loud groan, fingers twitching around your neck, choking you a little tighter.

Jimin cumming inside you and the feeling him choking you had you hurtling down the edge as you came one more time, body feeling as if it was on fire as you gushed out. 

“Fuck baby you squirted all over the place.”  Namjoon groaned, fingers moving to scoop out the leaking cum and shoving it back in again.

Even through your hazy, exhausted mind you felt someone wipe away and clean you as you laid there, barely being able to keep your eyes open. Namjoon settled down beside you, pulling you to his chest. 

You moved your hand back, looking for Jimin, frowning when you didn’t feel him there. You whined as you turned to look for Jimin, only to find him getting ready to leave. 

“Yah Jimin! Stay the night. I want cuddles, don’t even try to run away.” You rambled on, delirious from exhaustion.

Jimin chuckled and looked at Namjoon, an unspoken question in his eyes. Namjoon shrugged and beckoned him forward, wordlessly allowing him to join Namjoon and you on the bed. Jimin smiled and took off his suit, moving to situate himself behind you and moving closer, putting his hands over you and Namjoon, legs tangled together. You sighed happily, cuddling into the two men who stared at you with adoration and endearment in their eyes. 

Before you could fully succumb to sleep however, you heard Jimin say, “What a cute human you have there, hyung.” to which Namjoon replied, “I know.” You made a mental note to ask them how they know each other from before but for now, you finally let sleep take you in its sweet embrace.

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You were brought out of your thoughts to Jimin shaking your shoulder lightly, calling your name. “Y/N! Y/N! Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

You pushed his hand off and gave him a sheepish smile, “What’s wrong Chim?” Namjoon sat forward on his seat, concern clear on his face as he said, “You okay babe? You kinda zoned out on us right then.” 

“Yeah what were you thinking about to be so lost in that little head of yours?” Jimin asked, eyes twinkling with innocence that shouldn’t be fair for a demon to have. Your face flushed, mouth opening and closing, trying to get words out but failing every time. “Spit it out darling, we won’t bite~” Jimin urged, pausing for a second before continuing with a smirk, “Unless you want us too of course.”

You smacked Jimin on his head - much to Jimin’s protest for ruining his hair - and huffed, slumping in your seat and pouting. “I was thinking about the first time we met…”

Jimin visibly brightened up at the mention of that day and Namjoon softly smiled, eyes softening. “What a day, huh? Who knew we’d end up here, together after that?” Namjoon asked, reminiscing about the memories fondly. 

“Yeah and who knew you people planned on giving me your firstborn child.” Jimin started with a giggle, not even trying to hide the teasing undertone in his statement, “Can’t believe Namjoon hyung actually convinced you either, he should know that’s not how I work.”

You couldn’t help but glare at Namjoon at that, still a little resentful about getting tricked by Namjoon. Namjoon cooed at you, softly grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss. Your cheeks heated up at his actions and Namjoon smiled, dimples now prominent on his cheeks. 

“Stop being so cute, I’m trying to be mad at you.” You grumbled, looking to the side to try and hide the blush on your face. Namjoon chuckled, slowly turning your face towards him and pulling you in for a kiss, leaning over the table slightly. Always being weak for your precious boys, you didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, smiling into the kiss and humming your approval. 

You were about to lean into the kiss more when the waitress came back with your food. You jumped back and away from Namjoon, face flushing even brighter. You could hear the two in front of you laughing while you spared a glance at the waitress, only to see her smiling at you too. 

“Young love, you two remind me of when I was younger, ah the memories.” The elderly lady chuckled before looking towards the two boys and pointing at them, “You two better take care of her! She’s delightful, don’t you dare mess it up!” 

Jimin whined, pouting dramatically, “Waah ajumma~ You’ve known us for so long and you still think we’d do anything to ever lose Y/N-ie here?~ I’m hurt.”

Namjoon shook his head at Jimin’s antic before smiling brightly and saying, “Don’t worry ma’am, we don’t plan to mess it up.”

The waitress laughed along with Namjoon, smiling happily and placed the plates of food down. “Good boys.” She praised before she gave you another smile and walked away.

You sat up straight, taking your food without a word, hoping against all hopes that the two don't tease you again. Realistically speaking, you should’ve realised that wishing something such as that is the same as wishing for a miracle, but then again you are dating two mythical creatures. 

Sadly though, life seemed to hate you because you couldn't eat a single bite of your food before Jimin started teasing you about being this shy and getting flustered so easily. You looked at Namjoon, eyes begging for help but he simply chuckled and dug into his own food, clearly enjoying what was going on. You growled in annoyance at him but your face paled right away, eyes snapping towards Jimin.

“Damn babe, why don’t you growl like that in bed too~ You know I’d let you be on top any day.” Jimin spoke up, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively but all that went in your head was the one time your best friend had joked about pubic hairs having the capability of wiggling and you snorted at the thought. If you had food in your mouth, you were sure you’d be choking right then. 

Jimin raised an eyebrow at your reaction, mouth falling open slightly, “Did you just snort at me? How dare you!” He accused, wiping away imaginary tears dramatically. 

You laughed, hands rising to pat Jimin, “I was just thinking about something Johella told me the last time we spoke to each other.” 

This time, Jimin snorted, “I still don’t get what kind of a name is Johella, like what were their parents thinking back then?”

“I heard their dad wanted to name them Ella but their mom already chose Johnny cause she thought they were going to have a son.” Namjoon spoke up. 

“Dude.. how do you even know that?” You asked, a little concerned as to how he knows this when you have barely ever seen those two interact. “Oh, remember that day when they came over and you were in the shower? We chatted for a bit and they told me.” answered Namjoon, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly.

“Anyway! What did they tell you sweetheart?” Jimin spoke up, bringing the attention back to you again. You laughed, thinking back to it before starting, “We were just talking about random things and some things led to others and we ended up discussing about sentient foreskin which returned to its original penis but when they bonded back, the foreskin could still talk.” You saw Jimin open his mouth to say something and you raised your hand to motion him to stay quiet and you continued, “So basically while talking about that, Johella said, as I quote, ‘"Nice to meet ya,” the foreskin grins and wiggles his pubic eyebrows.’ and it has been a kind of inside joke for us since then.”

By the time you finished your story, both Namjoon and Jimin were looking at you with wide eyes and eyebrows raised up to their forehead, mild horror clear on their faces. 

“I.. have so many questions but I’m afraid to ask,” Namjoon mumbled, still staring at you. “Well, I’m not. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE DISCUSSING, Y/N?” Jimin exclaimed from beside him.

You laughed even harder at their reaction, stomach in pain and barely able to breath at that point, “Y-you’re the ones who asked!”

“Well I didn’t realise you were such a weirdo!” Jimin replied, “Okay, that’s a lie, you’re my weirdo but why would you ever bring something that up during an anniversary dinner?! This is not what I wanted to talk about during our one year celebration.” Jimin continued, voice rising in pitch, whining a little by the end of his rant.

You laughed even harder, almost falling off of your seat, tears rolling down your cheeks. Jimin turned towards Namjoon and wiggled his eyebrow at him, “Does this bother you as much as it bothers me now?”

“Yes. Stop.” Namjoon replied, moving away from Jimin. Jimin smirked and started flailing his arms around, making sure to not accidentally hit something and wiggling his eyebrows even more, “Good. Suffer with me babe.”

You sat there, tears rolling down your face, cheeks hurting from smiling so hard and stomach in pain from all laughter and you watched the loves of your life mess around. Happiness swelled in your heart and your eyes watered a little more, this time from the sheer adoration you felt towards your two boys and you smiled even more. You realised how truly happy you were, heart thumping loud in your chest as your gaze never left the boys. Namjoon made eye contact with you in the midst of messing around with Jimin and gave you his brilliant smile that could light up a whole room, making your heart beat faster. 

You had your two boys that looked after you and always kept you happy, and you wouldn’t change this for anything in the world. 

[monstrsball]

ok ok now u got me thinking abt azula...... and ok you gotta bear w me here, like, give it a chance i swear this might be something, but consider: ushijima.

ushijima, another person "born lucky" (see: the lucky ones chps in the manga), and another "prodigy" that oikawa compares himself to, who he considers a rival. ushijima, who might have been born different (left handed) but who works that into his bending, who changes that difference into strength, into luck, into power. ushijima, who looks at oikawa and sees potential but never expresses it right.

maybe they're not siblings, but maybe they grow up together-- ushijima is the son of a general gone to war, raised by his mother near the palace or something like that-- and they might start as friends, but quickly grow apart and into enemies as ushijima's firebending gets stronger and as it becomes deeply and tragically apparent that oikawa will never be a bender. ushijima is the first born son the fire lord wanted and never had, oikawa is the nonbender who can never compare. like. ok. maybe i'm onto something i am connecting dots i swear

YESSS okay, i swear its like you're reading my mind sometimes. i wanted to go with someone with a connection to oikawa In Canon but ushijima was the only one left and i was like "well how would that even work" so i scrapped it. but you are connecting the dots!!!

ushijima being taken under the fire lord's wing after oikawa is banished. oikawa seeing this and thinking that this is what ushijima always wanted, that he was always looking to "replace" him and hating him even more... good stuff.

[uglypastels]

thought of this cute concept! Where you have to get a bridesmaid dress and Tom comes with you and the worker thinks you came to try on wedding dresses and toms like 👀👀👀 try some on. And you do and toms really acting like it’s a say yes to the dress episode and making up a whole fake scenario about you two getting married 😂

This is such a fucking cuute ideaaa. i love it. for real, like i don’t ever really see myself getting marries but whenever i flip the channel to TLC and say yes to the dress is on I get so emotional because yesss i also wanna be a pretty princessss  _______________________________________

You had felt honoured when one of your friends has asked you to be one of the bridesmaids but with that came that you had to wear a bridesmaid dress at the ceremony. Your friend had always wanted a big traditional wedding, and you got that, but why she wanted to continue the tradition of disgusting bridesmaid dresses, you never understood. The dress design she had chosen was bright big and frilly, everything that you hated, basically. So, when you learned that you had to go to the store yourself to pick it up, something in you struck a cord of humiliation. 

You could not go in there alone. 

Fortunately, your best friend Tom sacrificed himself to tag along with you. That made it already slightly better, Tom always knew how to make a bad situation better. The two of you always had fun. It would be alright. 

So you walked into the store. Tom had his arm around your shoulder. The second you walked in it was as if you had been punched in the face with chiffon and organza. And it was all so. white. You looked over at Tom but he just winked. 

“Good morning,” a woman behind the counter said, “How can I help you?” 

“I’m here to pick up a bridesmaid dress, should be under the name y/n?” You told her, still looking around at the racks of dresses. You had no idea where one started and the other ended. It was one big cloud of material and rhinestones.

“Let me take a look in the back, make yourself comfortable, this might take a while,” she smiled before leaving through the door. Not really sure what to do, Tom sat down in a chair and you looked through the dresses. You had never been a fan of them, but there was something about the wedding dress that made you melt a bit. Carefully, you pushed the hangers to the side, one by one. Each piece looked beautiful. 

“Looking for one yourself?” The clerk had come back, and you startled your way around to look at her. She had come back and was holding a large black garment bag. At least you didn’t have to walk around the city with it being visible. 

“Oh, huh-” 

“Yes, she is!” Tom stood up. You looked over at him, confused. He made his way over to you. “She’s been putting it off forever. I’ve tried to tell her that she should do it before it’s too late. Of course, I think she’d look amazing in whatever she wore, but I want my girl to look and feel like a queen.” He ended his little theatrics with a kiss on your cheek. You kept looking like a deer in the headlights at him, having no idea what he was talking about, stunned at how he had called you his girl. The woman, however, was smiling and looked as if she was about to cry. 

“Well then, would you like to try some on?” she asked hopefully. 

“Don’t we need an appointment?” You asked. 

“Usually yes, but today business has been a bit slow, as you can see.” The woman, who’s name tag you could now read to be saying “Layla”, pointed around the shopping space. 

“I don’t think we got the money on us to-” you tried to stop this but Tom was having none of it. 

“Pish posh, darling. I’ll pay.” 

“Walk in’s only pay the cost of the champagne and cake if you’d like some,” Layla smiled. “and any damage to the dresses, if it happens.” 

“Have people sat on the cake?” Tom asked curiously. 

“It has happened. It would only be a dry-cleaning or repair fee, not the full price, of course, but anyway, shall we get started?” Layla looked at you excitedly. It was nice to know she was actually enthusiastic about her job. You nervously looked over at Tom, who was just nudging you to go with it. 

“Alright then,” you gave in. 

The next moment, Layla took out a very generous slice of red velvet cake for Tom and a glass of champagne, which he more than enjoyed while you got changed into a dress. You were taken to a little room in the back and waited for Layla to bring you a few dresses to choose from. Since you had no idea what you would like in a dress, you let her pick whatever and you’d go from there. 

“Alright, so I picked out a bit of everything. We got an A-line, mermaid, ballgown.” Now, you had watched a few episodes of Say Yes to the Dress so you knew the basics of the terms, but it still felt very intimidating to have it in front of you. 

“Let’s go with the mermaid?” you said a bit unsure. Layla nodded at your choice and helped you get dressed in it. There was no mirror in the room so you had to go out to the main space to see yourself. It was a bit of a hassle to walk in it, especially in the borrowed heels that the store provided, but you got there. When you walked in, Tom had looked up and the cake he was eating almost fell out of his mouth as he stared. 

“Holy shit,” he choked out. He kept looking at you in this awe as you made your way to the pedestal in front of the mirrors. Now you could finally look at yourself. You gasped at what you saw.

The dress was gorgeous and elegant, with more lace than rhinestones covering it. The shape of it fitted your shape perfectly (with the help of some clippers in the back, of course, to adjust to your size). The straps were the off the shoulder kind, hanging on loosely on your arms. The train fell smoothly down and followed your every move and turn, like your own waves of organza sea at your feet. Layla walked up to you and pinned in a veiled tiara in your hair for the full effect. 

You could see Tom in your reflection, and you saw how he was trying to hold in his tears. You turned to face him. 

“What do we think?” 

“It’s gorgeous.” He said, “You look fucking amazing- sorry,” he apologised to Layla for his language, but she didn’t seem to mind. He put the plate of cake down on the little table next to him and once again got up to make his way over to you. He took your hand and leaned in to kiss you. It was happening so suddenly that you forgot to panic and just let it happen, giving into it. His lips were so soft and tasted like cream cheese frosting, which made you giggle a bit. 

Tom pulled away, now looking a bit sour. “I’m just not really sure about the veil, do you have another one maybe?” He asked. Layla said she’d go look in the back and disappeared, giving the two of you a moment of privacy. 

“What the hell is going on,” you said in disbelief at what just happened. You had just kissed Tom!? Your childhood best friend Tom?! Or actually, he had kissed you?! 

“Well, it feels a bit backward but I was hoping if I could take you out sometime? Like, on a date?” 

“I’d love to,” you said. He pulled you in for another soft kiss. You pulled away right at the same time as Layla walked back into the room with another veil. 

“So are you saying yes to dress, hun?” she asked. You looked over at Tom. His wink made you roll your eyes. 

“Actually, I think we’ll have to wait a bit on that.” 

[nyctospoilers]

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Episode 7: Reason for Disappearance

WHY would you take him through the CORRIDORS of DARKNESS, XEHANORT??? He’s not even fucking reacting to the “pushes” of darkness because his heart just got shattered, that poor boy.

okay 65 years later…

^ THE BLUE ROBE GUY

“My mentor taught me the one inscribed in the book, chosen to be a dark vessel, can connect their heart to others and feel what the feel” okay 1. “Omg he’s such an empath” but seriously 2. I wonder if this connects to what Darkness said about Ventus, and how through him all of them can like… regain themselves?? I think it said. Either their wills or their forms, I can’t remember. But interesting…

“I must embrace these emotions. Let them flow into my heart” oh lmao I thought Xehanort was referring to Ventus, is he talking about himself?? Or a combination of the two because in the BBS reports, Xehanort wanted Ventus to be his vessel at first, but decided he was too weak so he changed his mind to Terra.

^ OH MY GOODDDDDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. SHUT UPPPPPPPP. I’M SO GLAD I WAS WRONG ABOUT THIS BINGOOO LMAO. THIS GAME FUCKING DELIVEREDDDDD. I thought it would cut away before they came on screen tbh LOL. Oh well it kinda did but still LOL

Eraqus “Better late than never” that says so much LOL

“Water under the bridge” Xehanort 🥺 Eraqus is so fucking gay 4 U

Xehanort “I took him under my wing this past year” okay noted 

“He might be the one” “Are you sure?” 👀 yes computer enhance

^ okay this is fucking funny

Reason for Disappearance

Okay, I’ll just say it. I can’t tell if Eraqus and Vor are just friends (because I fucking love platonic relationships between men and women), or if this is a developer’s decision to make us acknowledge that no, Eraqus and Xehanort are not gay lmao. Shipping mindset and “okay what’s really going on at this Disney ruled IP team” are two different mindsets for me. That being said, I really do like the friendship between Eraqus and Vor LOL

“How do we defeat something like that?” okay that lingering into a scene transition is so sexy

Odin calling the vessels for darkness “A necessary sacrifice” oh boy here we go

Okay so I feeeeel like everything Odin said here, we already knew. 7 hearts of light. summoning KH and using it’s power affects the entire world– so is it worth using KH if just to save the few “vessels of darkness” who are sacrifices?

“The dark seeker will finally be upon us” yeeess yesssssss

Aww Hermod!

ERAQUS JOGGING IN PLACE LOL

THE UNDERWORLLDDDD (((also damn… does that mean the other classmates really did die…)))

^ THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNYYYYYYY. I swear to god if I un-blacklist this game, and nobody else thinks this game is funny, I will be so mad LOL

Awwww Hoder…. :(

Not MALEFICENT!!!!

God Hoder’s dress is so pretty

^ AARON PAUL SCREME MEME

Daaaaaaamn dudeeeee fuckkkkkkk

HE WAS IN THE INFIRMARY THIS WHOLE TIME????

God am I going to get Phil talking to Xehanort…..

^ Dumbass shdkdhkdjd

Bragi “if I choose Eraqus, you’ll tag along, right Xehanort?” HA!

THE WAY XEHANORT MOVED AWAY FROM ERAQUS LMAAOOO

Jesus christ they are fucking DIGGING at eraqus asdlkfjasdf

Yesss I looove the underworld music, its one of my favorite world themes LOL

Hades “Disappeared? Oh right, Mortals. Always have to sugarcoat everything. Personally, I prefer ‘dead.’” STOP LMAAAOOOO

Ugh cerberus is going to be so hard I know it… I’m going to use so many revives… JUST KIDDING I only needed 1 lmao

The hand grab 💞⭐🤸💫 You fucking know xehanort was doing some Mr. Darcy-hand-stretch after that

^ Damn the upper classmates really did die… NOOOOO NOT THE SIDE PONYTAIL GIRRRLLLL 😭😭😭

“We discovered an evil fairy that put a curse on a princess” so when the FUCK. do these disney worlds take place!!!!! Cause Aurora was during BbS!!! Wtf!!!!

^SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY SET UP CAMP AND ARE ASLEEP. SHUT UPPPP

u tellin’ me a 14 year old noob defeated maleficent when 4 trained students could not…

OOOHHHH So the Underworld IS connected to the final world. Okay, I’m glad that’s cleared up for me now.

Damn c’mon, philosophy!

Hades “pfft like I can tell who’s who” LMAO

NOOO HERMOD AND URDDD

Wtf is this light… OH ITS ODIN. that is so gandalf of him to glow like that LOL. c'mon, light of earendil!

“So only you remain…” damn… so did.. Baldr and Bragi die off screen???

65 years later

^HEY BITCH!!!!

Xehanort “I did this for him, not you.” oh dayumn

^ Why does vanitas stand like 🧍‍♂️

Godddd I am DYING to know why Ventus has a heart of pure light (like PURE pure light) if he isnt a Princess of Heart!!!

He DOES remember ventus. Then Xehanort WTF!!! Why did you like.. Practically torture him asdlfkjsdf

[shtern-and-art]

Alfhfkdpgn that comic gave me forest boys brain XD.

Skeppy makes Bad mad n after he's jus minding his business in the forest but he swears the animals are mocking him XD. He doesn't think much of it until he snaps his head round the next time he sees one and catches a dear on two legs imitating an exaggerated version of his walk, lmao.

Does Bad have a favourite animal in the forest? I was jus thinking about him being really fond of a little wolf cub n calling it Rat (hehe) and she keeps tormenting Skeppy whenever he's around.

This comic/story makes me so happy :D. When Bad and Skeppy become friends, do they pull kinder pranks on each other? I know Skeppy used to put up things that made Bad mad but does he change that after befriending him?

Ooooooo. Do they get each other gifts? Sorry for all the questions, it's just so much fun to think about!!! Loving everything about it so far!! <3

Aaaaah forest boys, yesyesss, that’s what they are :DDD And don’t worry, thank you for the questions! It’s so cool to see people are interested in this story! It’s me here who’s worried that my answers are always so long, cuz I like to talk about all of this too :D

Anyways! Animals definitely act up on Bad’s behalf, they respond to his mood, and he can even control their behavior a bit! So, yeah, Skeppy gets harassed by snappy birds and rude racoons if Bad is upset with him.

But, dang, the deer encounter straight up murdered me, I just had to do a little comic about it :D It’s about the pranks too, I'm gonna publish it a bit later!

Here's a sneak peek for now:

See under the cut for the stuff about Rat and the gifts!

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About Rat: she’s there, and even plot relevant! :D It’s good that you reminded me about it, I gotta add more about her the next story notes post.

To put it shortly – she is the previous “host” of the spirit of the forest! She was a normal wolf (a wolf puppy) many, many years ago, but becoming one with the will of this specific forest turns you color scheme white/black. So she was guarding this lands long before Bad came around. Due to this, Rat is smarter that a normal wolf, but she still is mostly an animal.

She somehow survived the Lead Up and The Incident, when the will of the Forest latched on Bad, and she’s still hanging around, watching over him from semi-distance. Also she can still shapeshift into various sizes and species, and has some other spn-traits and abilities she can use to torment Skeppy :D

Bad is not sure why she’s still around, not dissolved in the forest life, like she should’ve. And why she insistently keeps him company sometimes. Maybe, disappearing takes a long time? Maybe, she just got attached, because he helped her – small, weak, and awkward like a baby rat – after the whole forest spirit switching happened? Or there is something more to it? (there is something more to it, oh yesss :DDD)

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And oh, the gifts, yes, I thought about that! Both Bad and Skeppy are quite awkward with that at first, because, like, what can they even give each other, apart from the company? What do they have, that the other might want? They do lead quite different lives. But at the very core they’re still similar, and desire to share something, and brighten the others day in return is there. So, Bad shows Skeppy all the secret places in the forest – hidden springs, and little caves under tree roots, places people have trouble getting to, or maybe don’t even know about. At some point, Bad starts leaving Skeppy little pretty trinkets and lost jewelry he found – shiny and semi valuable things people lost in the woods over the years. Just like a crow :D

And Skeppy gathers the litter in the woods – broken glass from beer and vine bottles, little scraps of metal and rocks he found lying around… And makes improvised windchimes out of them, and hangs them near the clearings deep in the woods. They strum gentle melodies over the rustling of leaves, and reflect stray sun bunnies to the places where, usually, the light can barely reach. They remind Bad of Skeppy a lot.

It’s like a piece of him is always there, even if Skeppy himself is away in the town – working or hanging out.

After a while, the new rumors spread in the town. That sometimes, if you walk alone in the deeper parts of the forest, you might hear distant, beautiful melodies flowing with the gusts of wind; and see bright, impossible lights changing shapes, dancing between the trees. People who try following them inevitably get lost, of course.

With Skeppy around, and with him and Bad getting closer, the woods become weirder… in a scary way, yes. But in a beautiful, slightly melancholic way too.

Also Skeppy definitely buys Bad new cassettes and batteries for his music player :DD

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In The Dark - masterpost

[atherix0]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH MUMBO MY BELOVED MY POOR MAN looking at the pictures of scar, wondering what could have been, reflecting on his lost past, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE bless him. While also trying to keep this bird brain in check that he's fallen in love with, oh my god.

Scar's dad voice is everything to me, btw. It is *everything*. The fact that they're gonna have a throuple w scar in the future which means they're gonna also have a son and Mumbo is gonna get his familial life back? my heart is weak for this.

Also them just like. Dropping in on Scar? Because they happened to be in Aqua Town? Everything to me. Being careful with his secrets but still meeting with him in his place of business, being whisked through his home because first they needed somewhere more private to talk? BUT THEN SCAR JUST - LETTING THEM SEE HIS HOME???? I fall to my knees its so good. The wards everywhere? To protect his shop and his son? AHHHHH and yet here are Mumbo and Grian just inside, looking at everything

W H Y do I get the feeling you're going to use Grian's 'distracted by shiny things/bird brain' against us at some point. *squint*. So far its been mostly wholesome when he gets distracted like that but i just. Hmm. Hm hm hm. I am foreseeing something bad happening to the bird boy because of this. Frankly ive been waiting with bated breath for something bad to happen to the bird boy bc I'm waiting for Feral Mumbo and Scar. 👁️👁️

Also they're going on a date. None of them realize it but they're going on a date. To get food. See Aqwua Town. They've literally been sitting in their date's home waiting on him to get dressed for their date they're like teenagers waiting on their prom date to come down.

I love them.

Me throwing Angst in the Wholesome: Yessss BBut yeah Mumbo's lost past <3 It plays a big part in something in Mumbo's past that I haven't revealed yet <3 ghdsjkfdsjh even distracted and wistfully nostalgic Mumbo sees Grian being Birb and says "wait no" hhhjf

I have so much fun with Scar's Dad Moments. His son might be an adult but he's still a dad hjgfdjksa I have way too much fun writing out their interactions <3 they love each other so much but Grian has definitely now met his trouble-making match lmao. YEAH I THINK ABOUT THAT A LOT <3 (Also puts an irony on one of the last chapters where Scar tells them not to interfere in his family bc they're his friends, NOT family and they have no right lmaooo yea I totally wrote that scene with the irony in mind) Mumbo's family is gonna grow and it's gonna be great <3 He may or may not become a Dad without realizing it lmao

YESSSS I love it when my friends drop by at work so <3 but yesss Scar inviting them into Places Visitors Are usually Not Allowed is just <3 OKAY YEAH BUT ALSO THE FACT HE LETS THEM GO UP, into the home he shares with his son who he is so so protective of, WHILE HE STAYS DOWNSTAIRS TO CLOSE THE SHOP, idk about you but I never let anyone in my house when I'm not there hjfgdshjk Yesss so much trust <3 So heavily warded it stopped Mumbo in his tracks at the front door but then there they are, welcomed in so easily <3 Allowed to see the parts of his life that he had kept hidden from them <3 <3

:) :) :) I mean... there IS a guideline in writing, you may have heard of it, it's got this cool little name... what was it again... :) Something bad has happened to Scar twice now, it's someone else's turn for a change <3

YEAH I love "it's not a date but it's totally a date" dates, they're so fun bc they just think it's hanging out but really- really. ghfdsjhds

Me too <3 hhh THANK YOU I LOVE READING THIS <3

[anon-rebel-writes]

Late Night Talks

Hello everyone! I hope you are having a wonderful day!

So this is a new story (yay!), and I wrote this for my girlfriend! She asked me not to tag her for privacy reasons, but I hope she loves this because this is actually based on a real event!

A quick background, we confessed through the phone and this story is heavily based on that. A lot of the feelings Luka feels are things that I actually felt! The dialogue is pretty similar too (obviously some things are cut out or edited to fit Luka and Mari lol)

My “just-a-friend” got me into MLB and we both love Lukanette, so I thought it’d be fitting to write her a story about Lukanette, based on us, for one of her gifts! Happy birthday, my love! I hope you (and everyone else reading this XD) enjoy it!

The story begins under the cut! <3 Ao3 Link

Soft light from his phone covered his face, forcing his eyes to squint in order to see clearly. His thumb unconsciously moved across the screen, opening up random apps before quickly closing them just to open them again.

The boat was fairly quiet. During the day, he could hear the different movements and various noises from his mother and sister, but this late at night merely left the sounds of waves from the Seine below him. The natural creaking of the boat usually left him relaxed and helped him fall asleep.

Although lately his nights had been occupied by other things, especially one girl.

Luka shifted in his bed, trying to engulf himself in more warmth from his blankets. Did his mattress always feel this stiff and uncomfortable? He never paid it much attention before, it never mattered before. Maybe it was just his mind trying to find something to think about.

He glanced at the time near the top of his screen and saw it was ten after midnight. Well at least it’s not too late yet, or maybe it wasn’t too early yet? She never texted him extremely late (or extremely early). Was it late? When did he care about time so much?

The only reason he thought about the time lately was because of her.

Luka shifted again, pulling up the blanket to cover the blush creeping up his cheeks. He continued to open apps just to close them again. He sighed and turned off the phone, letting the room dim and his eyes rest. Why did this feel so desperate? He used to see himself as a ‘go with the flow’ guy, but she had found a way into his heart and made him question his entire life.

When had he ever checked his phone this much? If she decided to text him tonight (as she had been doing for the past couple of nights), would immediately replying make him seem obsessed? He didn’t want to come off as overbearing. Didn't girls like when guys text fast? She hasn’t seemed to mind it so far. Then again, his only source of reference was his sister, and getting her to reply to him took years off his life.

His phone beeped and the screen lit up, showing a new text message. Luka quickly sat up and hurried to read the message.

‘SOS Can’t sleep again :( Think I might need a ~Luka~ to help (^-^)’

He covered his mouth with his palm, trying to hide the smile consuming his face. When did his nights become like this? Maybe it was desperate to wait for a text, but when the text came from Marinette, he couldn’t find a reason to be upset.

This girl seemed to bring him a whole new type of happiness, even if he was too nervous to text her first. He wanted to give her space and be comfortable around him, so waiting until midnight for a text never bothered him.

While seeing her throughout the day was always amazing, there was a different feeling that came with their late night talks. The fact that she needed to sleep and came to him for help gave him a warmth in his chest he never knew before. Although sometimes it made him feel selfish, seeing as she tended to talk to him when she was tired.

‘Luckily this Luka is always able to help :)’

And he really was always able to help, at least he tried to be. Luka helped everyone. Whether it was his family, friends, strangers, co-workers, he always lended a hand. But when it came to Marinette, he’d drop everything to run to her.

‘Yesss! Call me! Mama needs some Luka time!’

He tried to stifle a laugh and rolled his eyes at his phone. His body was hunched over the edge of the bed, watching his phone with intense eyes, as if the messages would disappear if he looked away.

In the mornings, he always found himself worried about that, as if the night before only existed in his mind. He’d hurry back to his phone to re-read the messages, making sure that Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who chased off his nightmares and reinvented his dreams, really spent her night with him. Even if it was through a screen, even if it was for an hour, the messages were there to remind him that for a moment, she was his and he was hers. He was always hers, if she wanted him to be.

Luka slowly leaned back onto his bed, trying to get into a comfortable position. He put one hand behind his head and took a deep breath. His calm personality wasn’t an act, Luka was definitely a level-headed person, but he was still human. And as a human, a pretty girl talking to him late at night gave him lots of nerves.

He quickly shook off any tension he felt and pressed the call button. The phone only rang once before the sweetest voice he’d ever heard took over. “Hi Luka! Sorry, I know it’s late and everything, but I couldn’t sleep and… Oh wait, you told me I shouldn’t apologize, sorry! Or- wait, I just said sorry. Wow, I’m sorry- Shoot! I said it again-”

She was rambling, rotating between apologizing to him and trying to explain why she called him. As much as he loved (was that too serious of a word?) her, he also knew that if he didn’t reel her in, she’d spiral out of control.

“Don’t worry, Mari, you’re fine. But I gotta be honest, I didn’t expect this. I mean, calling a boy so late at night… not once, but multiple times in a row? How scandalous of you, Mel’.”

He heard a scoff through the phone and a lot of rustling. “Oh Luka, you should know I am the most scandalous of girls. In case you haven’t heard, I call lots of boys and girls at night.” Her voice took on a fake sounding ‘tough guy’ accent. He rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle. “Wow boys andgirls? I didn’t know I was talking to a criminal.”

Honestly at this point he wouldn’t put it past her to be a criminal, she seemed to have a habit of stealing people’s hearts. He’d never tell her that though. One, she seemed to have a strange distaste for bad jokes, two, that meant he’d have to admit that he liked her (but the word ‘like’ didn’t seem strong enough).

“What?! I wouldn’t take it that far! I’m a total supporter of the law!”

Luka moved the phone from his ear to his chest. His face pinched tightly, trying to hold back any laughter that formed. His body tensed up from holding it in, as much as Juleka definitely deserved some payback for the loud laughing she tended to do so late at night, he really didn’t want to deal with a cranky sister. He quickly moved the phone back to his ear and took a deep breath.

“Yeah, that’s true. It’s kinda funny how different we are, not that I don’t support the law. It’s just when you have a mom like mine, it’s kinda hard to keep it in mind.” Marinette laughed through the phone and his chest felt like it was on fire.

Everything about her was so sweet, her laugh, her personality, she was amazing. Even when the mornings came and his head throbbed from the lack of sleep, he would never change these moments with her for anything in the world.

Sounds of fabric and movement came through the speaker along with a small hum of agreement. “Yeah I am pretty amazing at following the law. It’s kinda like a job at this point… Not that I have a job with the law! I don’t do that. That would be weird. Uh- anyways! Your job! Wait, that's not exciting. Oh man I’m so nervous tonight, I’m sorry.”

“Melody, it’s fine. My job isn’t very exciting, but I’m sure your day was, right? Mind telling me about it? You know I love listening to you.”

A gasp came through the other end of the phone and then a very thorough retelling of the events from the day. He slowly closed his eyes and imagined everything she told him. She left the bakery this morning to hang out with Alya, she probably wore that new beret she made, along with some cute, pink shoes to match.

He imagined her sitting under a tree at the park to draw, it was sunny and hot today, so she probably took her jacket off to get comfortable. She told him how she went out to get orange juice with Kagami, he could practically hear her smile through the phone as she told him about it.

Everything with Marinette was simple, by no means easy, but simple. He knew her well enough to understand how she felt, and she was the same way with him. They just got each other. She didn’t need to tell him the details because she knew he would already know. When he tried to explain a decision he made in a new song, she didn’t have to know what he was saying to understand him. Luka found it easy to just ignore the details, because Marinette was talented enough to fill them in herself.

Luka stayed quiet as he processed her words, filling in the details himself. He loved spending his nights like this, he didn’t mind messing with his sleeping schedule (or lack thereof). He loved to replay every moment of sincerity and kindness she showed throughout her day. He loved to hear about new projects she worked on, because her talent went beyond anything he’d ever seen.

She was miraculous.

“-But yeah, I guess that was my day! Not super exciting, but I think it was okay? I hope it was, at least.” Exciting? That was just one of the many adjectives he could use to describe her. Talented, exciting, clumsy, but so intelligent. Even on her dull days, he got excited just hearing her about random thoughts she had throughout the day. “Marinette… you’re extraordinary, honestly. Your day sounds wonderful. You’re wonderful. I don't know- You make me feel wonderful.”

Was he oversharing? Probably. He was definitely bad with words, but he wasn’t lying. His hands fisted his shirt as he waited for a response. The other end of the phone call went strangely silent. He could faintly hear the hum of the phone and the waves of the water outside his window. Why did the phone get quiet?

The last thing he’d ever want to do was make her uncomfortable, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. What if he told her too much? A soft squeal pulled him out of his thoughts and he focused back on the phone. “Um-! That’s...really sweet, Luka! You’re wonderful too… Or- Extraordinary I mean! You make me feel extraordinary, all the time. So- I don’t know, thank you?” His chest tightened. How much longer could he keep up with this act?

Pretending to be ‘just a friend’ might be easier for some people, but it was torture for him. Did she have these late night talks with other people? Did she ever hold anyone else’s hands when hers feels cold? Did she ever kiss them on the cheek to say goodbye? Luka was never one to push his luck, despite protests from his sister and mom, but nights like tonight made it hard.

“Don’t thank me, it’s just the truth, Mari. I should be thanking you, for making my nights a lot better, y’know?”

It was the truth. But there was so much more he could say. All of her quirks and amazing qualities always left his head feeling dizzy. He could write symphonies merely based on the person she was, let alone his feelings for her.

Yet he always kept those melodies to himself, even if he wanted to share them with the world, or share them with her. Nights like these make him feel like he could take on anything life throws at him. For Marinette, he probably could.

Another squeal came through the phone and a loud thud. He quickly sat up in a panic and pressed the phone even closer to his ear. “Marinette? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Loud thumping came through the receiver and more panicked sounds.

“S-sorry! That was just- I just- Ugh… I dropped my phone, sorry. You just- you should know that… This is gonna sound lame, but you make my nights better too… Heck, I even listen to your cover songs throughout the day, so I guess you make my days better too? Wait, that sounds weird, sorry! I don’t mean to say it in a weird way...”

Luka’s eyes widened and his heart felt as if it was trying to beat out of his chest. His hand unconsciously moved to his chest and grabbed tightly onto his shirt. The breath leaving him was shaky and weak. It felt like the world stopped spinning for a moment.

All at once, the feelings he tried to hide came boiling over and any sensible thought that told him to conceal his affections raced out of his mind. Before he could stop himself, Luka’s mouth moved on its own.

“Can we facetime? Or anything similar to that, please?”

Without getting an answer, his phone started ringing. He turned the phone to his face and saw himself staring back. As soon as Luka answered the call his eyes wandered across his screen, taking in Marinette’s face.

Her hair was still in pigtails, but different strands stuck out in an adorable way. The camera showed her snuggled into her bed as she laid on her side, with her pink comforter pulled over her lower face, covering her cheeks and nose. A large cat pillow rested just behind her head, unnervingly staring at him. Because most of her face was hidden, Luka noticed her eyes, and suddenly he felt very self aware of his position.

Quickly laying back down on his bed, Luka awkwardly raised one arm to lay behind his head, trying to feign an relaxed appearance. He tried to give her the closest thing to an easygoing smile as he could manage at the moment, which definitely felt a little forced seeing as how he was now (sort of) face to face with Marinette. Trying to hide any tension he was feeling, he cleared his throat, inwardly hoping she couldn’t read how nervous he was.

“Uh- Hey, Mar- Melody. Love the cat pillow. Totally don’t feel like it’s about to jump into your phone and attack me.”

She raised a hand to her mouth, attempting to cover her laughter. Her eyes scrunched, smile widened, and Luka’s heart soared. Marinette managed to roll onto her back letting the beautiful sound ring throughout the room. The blanket dropped and uncovered the entirety of her face.

After a moment of joy, she tried to quickly recollect herself. She turned her head back to the phone and stuck out her tongue. “Silly. Just so you know I’m banning you from making me laugh this late again. You’re gonna make my stomach hurt!”

Luka started laughing too, loosely covering his mouth, not caring about waking anyone up anymore. “That’s gonna be a problem, you should know that I’m kinda hilarious, so you should fully expect me to break that rule. Very quickly.”

They both joined in quiet giggling before Marinette covered her mouth with her hand again and gasped. “I just told you that you’re banned from making me laugh!”

“Hey, I warned you! You can’t be mad when I literally just warned you!”

The two teens burst into laughter once more. Luka calmed down quicker than Marinette did, so he saw her laughing face a second time. She was beautiful. Every time he saw her, he swore she wasn’t real. No real person could be as stunning as she was.

Whenever she worked on a new project and her hair flopped over her face, she was gorgeous. The times when she helps their friends out, her eyes are always so gentle, she’s divine. Even when she’s stressed out, the moments when she feels at her lowest, Luka can’t help but notice how angelic she looks.

She’s breathtaking without even trying.

Once Marinette collected herself, her eyes turned soft and precious as she looked back at the phone. Even through a screen, her stare set his soul on fire. His mind went blank for a second before he lost all sense of reason.

“Did you really mean it when you said I make your days and nights better?”

Her eyes widened slightly at his question, and he finally realized what just came out of his mouth. ‘Great job, Couffaine. You just made it weird!’Luka shook his head and moved the camera slightly away from his face, moving his gaze from the phone. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up again-”

“I mean it.”

His eyes shot back to her and saw how she snuggled back into her bed again. Her eyes were looking away, but the redness in her face showed him exactly where her mind was. “I meant what I said… Did- Well, did you mean it too? When you said I made your nights better?”

There it was again. The shaky breath, the longing look in his eyes, the fuzziness in his chest. With a simple answer, she turned him into putty and without even realizing it.

Luka moved his arm to rest on his eyes, attempting to hide any sign that would show how he felt, just in case she didn’t mean her words the way he wanted her to mean them. He’d never blame her for not being too clear, even if it hurt him. Any affection, whether friendly or romantic, should’ve been fine with him.

“This is gonna sound bad, but my phone is full of screenshots from our FaceTime calls.” Luka lifted his arm up slightly to gauge a reaction from her. But her eyes were glued on him, he couldn’t pick up on a clear response, so he covered his eyes again and continued.

“I… this is so creepy- sometimes I look at pictures of you and… it makes my day better too? That sounds so weird. It sounded a lot cuter in my head-” A loud cackle interrupted him and his arm shot away from his eyes. He saw Marinette digging herself even deeper into her massive blanket (and creepy cat pillow), trying to hide her laughter.

She must’ve noticed his silence because her eyes popped out of the blanket to look back at her screen. “Sorry, that’s just… that’s so cute! You take screenshots from our facetime calls?”

Her lopsided smile made his cheeks burn. He tried to gain back his level-headedness by rolling his eyes at her. He brought the phone closer to stick his tongue out at her. “I wouldn’t call me ‘cute’ if you don’t want me to call you ‘adorable’ for listening to those covers.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him in retaliation and hid her face back into the blanket. He took a quick, deep breath, silently thanking himself for being able to play his awkwardness off.

“I can’t believe I actually admitted that to you- That’s cold-blooded, Luka! Teasing a girl’s love is mean!”

They both paused for a second, taking in her words. The cabin suddenly felt a lot smaller than it was. His blood felt boiling hot yet icy cold all at once. His face slacked and yet tensed in different places. Looking at her and seeing her eyes expand let him know she was probably feeling the same way.

“Love?”

It sounded so easy. When she said it, it felt right. Full of affection without being overbearing. But then Marinette’s gaze moved off screen. She sunk into herself, yet not playfully like before. The energy of the call changed into something else, something new. “I… shouldn’t say anymore. I’m… sorry, Luka. I’m so sorry; I feel so selfish. I call you so late just to ruin your night by making things weird, and I’m so sorry.”

He watched as she shifted in her bed; he saw the edge of her thumb on the screen, hovering over it, as if she was about to end the call. “That’s not-! Marinette, that’s not true. If you’re selfish… If you’re selfish, then I must be the most greedy guy in the world.”

Marinette swiftly stared at the screen, her mouth opened as if she was going to rebuttal his statement. Before she could, he spoke first.

“I’ve been staying up every night, hoping and begging that you’d text me, or call me, or give me any attention at all. And I do it, knowing that you message me when you’re tired and need to rest. I know that spending time with me only takes away time you need to sleep. So yes, I’m selfish, and I’m greedy,”

Luka slowly sat up as he stared into the screen, clutching it as if it was the most important thing in the world, and at this moment, it was. Marinette moved the blanket off her face slightly and he saw her face flush with color. His voice felt raw as his throat tightened and his face burned. He couldn’t even register the tear that raced down his cheek. When did he get so emotional?

“But Melody, Mari, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I want your attention so bad. I want your affection and anything else you give me. I’ve been trying so hard to bite my tongue around you, to pretend like I think of you as my friend. But I love…”

He shut his mouth fast. What was he doing? He was destroying everything for these feelings. Why would she like him? She gives everyone affection. Marinette loved everyone, it was just who she was. What was he doing? He looked around his room and realized the situation he put himself in. He quickly put his phone on the bed next to him and pulled his knees to his chest.

Did he ruin their relationship? Would she stop having these late night talks with him? Would she still hold his hands when hers felt cold? Would she ever kiss his cheek to say goodbye again? What was he doing?

This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go. It all happened so fast. He reached for his phone to apologize and to hopefully scavenge whatever was left of their friendship.

“I love you too, Luka.”

His hand stopped just above his phone and he waited. He listened to the small buzzing sound from his phone, the waves moving against the boat, gentle breathing coming from Marinette.

“I love you… and I wanna be selfish. I wanna be greedy and I wanna be with you.”

Luka found the courage to lift the phone to his face and stare back at her. Marinette now sat up, her face was bright red with tear stains down her cheeks. Her eyes were slightly puffy and he was sure his were too. The only light on her face was her phone and even with everything, she looked beautiful.

“I wanna be with you too, Marinette. Always, for as long as you’ll have me. Wake me up at three A.M. everynight for the rest of my life, I don’t care. I just wanna be with you too. I love you.”

It felt so right. It wasn’t too much when he said it. He meant it to be heavy and weighted. But it didn’t feel forced or extreme. It was just right. They stared at each other for a moment more. His eyes raced across every centimeter of the screen, taking in every aspect of her, her eyes doing the same. Smiles spread across her face as they both chuckled, their laughter laced with happy tears.

Luka wiped his eyes, trying to calm himself down (despite his teenage hormones telling him that he should continue to cry and sob from the utter euphoria he was feeling). Marinette tugged at her pigtails with one hand, seeking to find comfort.

“This wasn’t the way I thought we’d confess, y’know. I always thought you’d write me a song, or I’d make you a new jacket. Some big gesture instead of us sobbing,” she chuckled.

He stopped wiping his eyes to laugh again. His smile grew, even as he tasted his tears. “Yeah, sorry about that. I promise I have plenty of songs for you, and about you and everything. I can grab my guitar if you want, but you might hear Juleka complaining in the background.”

They shared one final laugh before the exhaustion of crying kicked in and they both laid back down. Marinette wrapped herself in blankets one final time, holding the dubious cat pillow tight against her. Luka found himself in a similar position, he laid on his side, his face squished against his pillow and the blanket pulled under his chin.

They stared at each other, making small conversation about their feelings. Luka could hardly remember all that happened after that, he felt such relief and happiness from everything that the rest of the night felt fuzzy.

He glanced at the time at the top of his screen and noticed it was now closer to three-thirty. Luka took a deep breath before sighing. He saw Marinette’s eyes getting smaller and smaller with each second.

He knew that they should hang up soon, but he really wanted to be selfish and keep her on the phone. “Luka…”

Marinette slowly opened an eye to look back at him. Their smiles grew once again. “Are you gonna take another screenshot of me?” Her smile turned sly and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s cold-blooded, Mel’. Teasing a guy’s love is mean,” he stuck out his tongue, just for good measure. But then he sneakily took one screenshot, to remind himself that tonight was real and not just a dream. Tonight, Marinette was his and he was hers, and hopefully it’ll stay like that for a long time.

Her eyes drifted back closed, but her smile never left. “...Love you… Luka….”

Warmth engulfed his chest, leaving him feeling light and airy. The mattress underneath him felt soft and perfect. The dryness on his cheeks from earlier tears didn’t bother him at all. He was content and full of love.

While the confession was unexpected, he wouldn’t change it for the world. As much as he loved her clothing and as many songs as he had for her, he knew nothing would’ve compared to tonight. As he looked back at her sleeping face, he had a feeling she felt the same.

“I love you too, Marinette.”