#also hoping this hasn't been done before or something

[magicwhiskers29]

I had an epiphany whilst writing

[wellthatschaotic]

neurotypicals are so frustrating,, i keep forgetting that "can you do x" means "go do x"

[sptha]

The assassin

Part 2 here

Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

summary : You and Natasha are stuck in a trailer because of a mission that went wrong and now you have to hide out together. During this time, you two tried fixed your relationship that got ruined. (Natasha is also g!p)

You would rather be stuck here with anyone else apart from the black widow, only because she was not fun at all. All she did all day was watch TV and complain that she had watched everything. Now you did like Natasha, in fact you loved her but being with her 24/7 can get quite - really - annoying. It's like listening to your favourite song on repeat, you need a break after a while. You like it but breaks are good.

You and Natasha dated for 2 years but broke up because of the way she flirted with other people, she flirted with Steve and Tony which made you jealous at first but it soon turned into anger. You argued day in and day out, night and day, dusk till dawn, nothing would fix your relationship so you gave up. You both went separate ways and it was okay, you became friends of some sorts.

You were currently fixing the generator outside since it decided to cut out, you kicked it when nothing was working which made her scoff, "Won't work if your kicking it."

You looked at her and she put her hands up as a way of surrendering, "You wanna do it?" you offered and she shook her head. You gave her a look that said, exactly, then walked back inside to get your jacket and the car keys.

"Where are you going?" She asked with a tone of fear in her voice, like she was scared to be alone. You pointed to the car and as you got into the drivers seat she hopped into the seat next to you. "I'm coming."

You huffed, "Fine, whatever Romanoff." You buckled your seatbelt before pulling out of the small land surrounding the trailer, Her eyes fell onto the darkened street. She was watching the streetlights that she passed. A comfortable silence fell on the two of you which was weird due to the fact you always have something to talk about, she let out a sigh and you let her be.

"Where are we going?" She asked, you just gritted your teeth before snapping.

"I WAS GETTING AWAY FROM YOU. BECAUE APPARENTLY EVERYTHING AROUND HERE IS MY JOB." you took a deep breath, "I'm fucking sick of it, I'm sick of being here with you, eating noodles everyday, watching the same fucking shit on the tv."

You shouldn't have done it but it was already done before you knew what you did, she looked at you with hurt in her eyes, "Pull the car over." You did it, you stopped the car and she got out. You didn't think about it and you drove off, leaving her - abandoned, helpless and alone - She soon realised how far away she was.

It had been hours and you still didn't return, it worried Nat even though she probably shouldn't care about you. she still did, she waited for you to come back in hopes she can apologies.

more hours passed, Nat had a shower and was now waiting on the small couch in the trailer. She was reading a book that you had brought for her on her birthday - with a flashlight in her hand - it was a book she had her eye on but never brought it. So you got it for her and out of everything she got, yours was her favourite gift.

She heard a clank outside and then a groan, She picked up her gun from the kitchen isle and slowly peaked her head outside the door, It was just you. You were fixing the generator. Suddenly the lights came back on in the trailer, and a smile finally came onto your face for the first time in weeks.

A smile Nat hasn't seen in ages, it made her feel a certain way. She felt like she had you back but you weren't hers anymore because she hurt you. All she wanted was for you to come back to her but it never happened, of course it never happened - you didn't wanna get hurt.

Nat walked back in and sat back where she was in case you didn't wanna see her. After you didn't come in for a while she headed to bed, she decided to just see if you were here in the morning.

You walked into the trailer, you went to get food since you were running low. You put the food into the fridge and cupboards, you got her some chocolates because of the way you acted. You kicked your shoes off and hung your jacket up, as you walked into the bedroom you saw her sleeping. She was peaceful and so quiet, it reminded you of when you woke up with her laying on you. Or when you got home late from a mission and she was wearing your shirt laying on your side of the bed. It made you think of what actually went wrong, maybe it was your anger issues, maybe it was her flirting but actually it was none of those. It was the fear of being judged, Natasha was scared to be seen with you in public because she didn't been called out for being in a relationship. she was ashamed and that's what lead to your break up.

You left the box of chocolates on her bedside table before changing into something more comfortable to sleep in. You laid next to her and like most nights you laid there and stared at the ceiling, you had trouble sleeping without her arms around you because she was like a protective blanket for you.

A few days passed, nothing much happened apart from going to the gas station for some food and to fill up the car. Apart from the big elephant in the room, Natasha wanted to fix the relationship whereas you didn't. You didn't wanna get hurt again, you didn't wanna be used like that again.

You were sitting on the couch and she was sat next to you, you had figured out Tonys password for Netflix so you were watching greys anatomy. The lamp that was next to Nat caused a warm glow on her skin, You glanced at her a few times which she didn't notice to your surprise.

You giggled at the fact Alex was so sassy in the first few seasons, you were rewatching it just to see how far you could get before they come get you - it brought you some comfort - you were currently on season 2 episode 3 so not that far.

Natasha stood up and walked over to the small fridge, "There's some noodles in the cupboard." You told her not looking away from the tv, "Your favourite one." You added, She smirked before getting the noodles out.

She sat back down next to you and it's like every time you looked at her she looked even more beautiful, "You know I can feel you staring." She muttered as she looked up from her book, You quickly looked away and your cheeks grew a dark shade of red. She chuckled slightly before looking back at her, but she got a glance of how you looked first.

She never meant to hurt you, she was just scared of being in a relationship. Scared of being held down. Scared of relying on someone due to her past, but when she saw you it wasn't that scary anymore. But that fear soon came to surface when she almost lost you, She didn't want to feel like that again so she shut you out.

"Did you love me?"

She closed her book and looked up at you, There was a silence between you as if she was waiting to find the answer in the air, "We broke up." Her answer was cold, She began to read her book while eating her noodles.

You nodded and stood up to go to bed, "Okay." You said quietly and she stood up behind you to follow you.

She grabbed your arm and spun you around so your front was against her front, You were only 2 inches away from her face and you could feel her breath on your face, "I don't know how I felt." You nodded and she let you wrist go, she expected you to move away but you stayed.

"I loved you." You whispered, almost scared of your own voice. Her gaze on you softens and she looked at you in a way she hasn't for almost 5 months. You closed the gap between you and your lips were on hers, She didn't kiss back at first so you backed up.

"Y/n." She said before kissing you back, a sweet and passionate kiss, It was never like the kisses she used to give you. It wasn't full of hunger and lust, just love.

You ended up that night with her head between your thighs and her hands roaming your body, and it didn't just happen that time . it happened every single night after that until, 2 weeks later, when they came to pick you up.

You ignored Natasha the whole flight home, You didn't wanna be hurt again and you didn't wanna be in a relationship where it's just full of sex and arguments again. She got the hint when you sat between Wanda and Clint, leaving her no space.

"I missed you." Wanda said as she planted a friendly kiss on your cheek, Wanda was your best friend so it didn't gross you out when she kissed you. "So, you and Romanoff?" She spoke so only you heard.

You shook your head, "Nothing is happening, she's my ex. It's how it'll stay." She sighed and held your hand the whole way home, Natasha watched you with gritted teeth - you were her girl - It should be her with you.

You landed and Natasha was engulfed in a hug by Steve so she couldn't get to you when she wanted to, You walked off with Wanda to her room so you could talk to her. Natasha would just have to wait till dinner.

"YOU HAD SEX?" Wanda yelled, you shushed her as you walked into her room and closed the door. "No you had sex." She spoke quietly but still in a surprised tone.

You sat on her bed with your back against her pillows, "It doesn't mean anything." You told the sakovian, She raised her eyebrows.

She mimicked you, "Didn't mean anything." She scoffed and sat down next to you, "I get that she hurt you but your feelings have to be there."

You sighed, "They are, I still love her but she doesn't and I'm not getting hurt like that again." You crossed your arms, "Dating is banned from now on."

In the room down the hall Natasha was in the same situation, Steve kept walking around as if he had just heard the worst thing ever, "You had sexual intercourse?" He asked, Natasha cringed at his words.

"Please don't call it that. It was sex." She told him, "The best sex ever."

He sat down next to Nat and put his hand on her shoulder, "Do you love her?"

Nat stood up in anger, "People need to stop asking me that." She walked out the room and slammed the door behind her, it made a loud noise that you heard from your bedroom.

Dinner came around and You cooked it with Wanda, She threw flour at you many times and you just stood there and took it. For months you had missed the witch, missed cooking real food and the big kitchen isle you could just sit in and 'help'.

"If your not going to help at least set the table." She ordered and you jumped up from the isle as Natasha walked past so you stumbled into her. Everyone went silent to see if she would snap but she just helped you stand back up and walked towards the fridge to get a drink.

You set the table as everyone sat down but they all had a plan, to get you and Natasha to sit next to each other. You didn't realise that the only chair left was next to the Russian until you went to sit down, you didn't make a fuss, You sat down next to her and began to eat.

"So.. Glad your home?" Steve asked, It was mainly at you because he hasn't see you a lot.

You smiled at him and nodded, "Very glad, get my own bed." You told them and they all chuckled but Natasha did not, she just picked up her knife and cut her steak.

You didn't speak to Natasha but when you finished, she took your plate and cleaned it off for you. It was small things that made you feel like maybe you should give her a chance. Another chance but how could you? What if it ends up the same?

She sat back down and filled her glass up with some vodka, "Nat go easy on that, you've drunk almost the whole bottle." She shot Tony a look and he raised his arms as a surrender. She stood up and took the bottle with her.

"Goodnight." She muttered before stumbling off, Steve excused himself and followed her.

Later that night you heard things being moved around, it was coming from Natasha's room so you just shrugged it off thinking it was her moving stuff around. You got a glass of water from the kitchen and she walked in behind you, the smell of alcohol is what brought your attention to the girl.

"Nat-" She pressed her lips onto yours in a heaty and sloppy kiss which you returned, when you realised what was happening you pushed her away, "Stop."

She cupped your face, "I love you." She told you, the alcohol scent can be smelt from her breath which made you cringe.

"Your drunk Nat." You pushed her away and she pinned you against the fridge, Her lips found your neck and you should have pushed her away but you moved your head to give her more space.

You felt her teeth graze over your skin along with her tongue, You shook your head and pushed her away, "No." You sternly told her, she just nodded and moved away.

"So you just used me for sex?"

You frowned, "You fucked me, you came onto me."

She smirked, "You want me."

"No I don't. All you did was hurt me and use me, I'm done with caring about you. I'm done, leave me alone." She nodded and left, You wanted her to leave but you couldn't help but feel empty without her.

[woso-dreamzzz]

New Girlfriend III

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle x Teen!Reader

Summary: You make a game

When Lucy cracks open your door, you're as you always are.

You're hunched over your computer, clicking around some game level aimlessly with your tongue sticking out in concentration.

Your mice, like they always are when you're in the room, are running riot in their pen.

Outside of their cage and on the floor, you've set up a little pen for them to roam around and play in.

Lara and Zelda are wrestling like always as Clementine tries to work through the enrichment puzzle full of food. Ezio is asleep, flopped over on your shoulder as you study whatever new game you've found.

"You ready for dinner?"

Now that it's gotten colder, you've managed to get even moodier than before and even more of a shut in.

"One sec," You say. You click around the game level a bit more before pulling up a separate tab to type a long string of something Lucy can't even hope to understand. "Alright, I'm done. What's up?"

Lucy rolls her eyes fondly. "Dinner. Now. Ona cooked."

You push your chair out from your desk and stretch, your back cracking from the long hours you've spent hunched over.

You put the mice back into the cage, each of them getting a quick snuggle and kiss before you bolt it shut.

"Is it good food?" You ask as you go down the stairs.

"It's better than your mum makes!" Ona calls out and you grin.

"Yeah, but anything's better than Mum's cooking!"

Lucy grumbles, shaking her head. "One nice meal is all I ask. One meal where I don't get horrifically bullied!"

"We don't bully you," You say," It's character building!"

You and Ona laugh and Lucy just rolls her eyes. Sometimes, you think she would prefer if it went back to what it was like when you were first adapting to Ona.

"Oh," She says," I sent you those audio files you wanted."

"Thanks."

Lucy frowns. "She's been making you do those too?"

"Yeah, it's for a school project, right?"

You nod. "Uh-huh. It's for programming."

"I know I shouldn't have let you sign up for that," She says," It's all you ever do. I think you're losing sleep over it."

"You'll like it," You declare," What I'm working on. I promise."

"I'm sure that I will but it doesn't mean I think you're sleeping well. Put it down for once, that's all I'm saying."

You roll your eyes.

Lucy's always like that about your programming. Sometimes she lays asleep at gone three in the morning and can still hear you typing away on your computer for hours on end.

You return to your room after dinner ends and briefly come out to show Ona what you're working on while also denying Lucy the same opportunity.

"You've love it," Ona assures her at training the next day.

"Love what?" Keira asks," Oh, y/n's game? Yeah, you'll love it, Luce."

"Am I the only one that hasn't seen it?!" She demands, glancing around the room at people who are trying to not make eye contact with her. "Seriously? Raise your hand if you've seen it?"

Slowly, everyone raises their hand.

"This is so unfair!"

When you first got given the project, Lucy had been the first person to be clued into your plans. You showed her all your design sketches and all your ideas as you jumped between them.

At one point, one of your bedroom walls had been covered in concept designs and you would stand in front of it and point out certain aspects you liked and things you didn't think were quite perfect yet.

Lucu had been integral to your thought process and then all of a sudden she was shut out. You'd ask her to record voice lines or demonstrate doing something but you'd never explain why or what it was for.

You all but unplugged your computer when she came in unexpectedly and tried to get a sneak peak.

"Alright," Lucy says when she gets home to see you and Ona giggling on the sofa together," I've had enough. Show me your project."

You sit upright immediately, eyes wide.

"No-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer. I've had enough of the secrets."

She's serious. You can tell by the clench in her jaw and the way her arms are crossed over her chest.

Lucy's stubborn but you inherited from her so you're stubborn too.

Your cross your arms in the same way as you stand. "No! It's not finished! You can see it when you're finished!"

"Hey," Ona intervenes before the argument can truly get heated. Her hand rests on your shoulder. "It's okay. Just show her."

"I can't! It's not ready!"

"Come on," Ona says," Show her."

You glance at your Mum, who is staring at you with that same stern look and crossed arms as the one that she came in with.

"Fine. Give me a sec."

Lucy sits on the sofa as Ona hooks up a laptop to the tv.

You come back in with a disc and nervously put it into the dvd slot.

Lucy doesn't know what to say when the opening credits appear.

'Lucy Bronze: The Game' with a little pixel version of her holding the Champion's League trophy up on her head.

"We were meant to make a game about a hero," You say," And you're my hero."

[begginmonty]

working with mike

(this doesn't follow the plot directly and mike works like more than just 3 shifts, also this is legit 2k words long i got so so so carried away im just so in love with mike, apologies!! its also not been proofread sorry <3)

before mike is hired alongside you, steve raglan had given you the job a week or so ago after you had lost your last job over a silly customer dispute (the customer is never right) and steve was your last hope at job, and bingo he had one. here you are 2 weeks later, waiting by your car outside the rundown pizzeria, waiting to train the new guy whose supposed to help you

a car pulls up and out comes a very pretty, but very tired/drained, looking guy, you introduce yourself with a small smile and he doesn’t return it, and is like “im mike”, you give him the benefit of the doubt that he hasn't smiled at you, new jobs are stressful.

the first shift goes fine, you tell him the basics and show him the training video tape, which alongside your commentary of making fun of some of it and nit-picking little things finally gets an amused smile from him. you can see him ease up a little. he doesn’t talk as much as you do but he seems to enjoy your ramblings. 

you show him the showtime performance after he looks confused about ‘animatronics’ . watching his reaction of the animatronics rendition of talking in your sleep by the romantics is a little amusing to you but you were the same way when vanessa had shown you originally.

“its something isn’t it?” he doesn't reply, he just stood looking in disbelief. 

when morning rolls around, you show him how to lock up and then give him his own key that steve had given you. 

“wasn’t so bad was it?” 

“it was..different” 

the second shift alongside mike is different but a good different. he’s running a little late and walks in on your blasting an 80s hot pop hits tape over the old speakers, vacuuming the main dining area. a smile, that melts his heart a little, lights up your face as you see him walk in.

“im sorry i’m late the babysi-”

“hey, dont stress it. you still made it!” 

he is not used to someone being so nice and friendly to him??  its foreign but he finally cracks you a small smile, watching you as you turn on the vacuum and continue listening to the music. (i need to hug him i stg)

he hasn't met anyone as nice as you in a long long time, it’s refreshing for him

and not in a creepy way !!!!!!!!!!! but he watches the cameras and watches as you just listen to the music as if the world isn’t there and continue to clean the area. 

“need a hand?” 

mike speaks up as you take a break leaning against a table, facing the main stage, the curtains open (as your next task is going to clean around the animatronics, it’s getting too dusty), music turned down quietly. he comes and leans against the table with you. you start small talk, saying something about the animatronics and you guys talk a little.

“so, you said something about a babysitter, do you have, like, a kid or something? sorry if im being too nosy, please tell me to shut up or something” mike cannot get over how nice you are

and then mike explains his living situation, and then the two of you get into a discussion about how families can suck and be shitty ect

and mike really likes how you don't pry or ask him lots of questions like others have done in the past, this man is really liking you and he’s only know you for two days

“this guy…must’ve been on something to make this place” and mike laughs a little !!! for the first time you got him to laugh !!

“yeah it’s something isn’t it..” both of you are sat against a table just staring at the animatronics in front of you

the two of you make small talk as you wipe down the dust covered tables but you can see how tired he is, he’s yawning a little bit.

“hey, you know, you can like sleep on the job by the way?” he looks up at you from the table, “sometimes i take a good couple hours nap in the office, no ones breaking into this place anytime soon”

he tries to protest and mentions towards the cleaning products and you brush him off, “go, you need it”

mike feels a strange warmth in his heart the hasn't felt, maybe ever? and he naps for a few hours whilst you continue to clean around. cleaning isn't in your job description but honestly you’re worried about the level of dust entering your lungs y'know

a loud thud and chair scraping noise comes from the office and you run to it and see mike on the floor, he looks confused and you help him to sit up. you ask if he’s okay but he seems out of it, “mike, whats wrong?”

sitting on the floor together, mike explains everything to you and opens up to you about a little brother he had, and tells you about his dream issues and sleep issues and you can see he’s upset and shaken by this dream. He shows you the sleeping pills and he explains the dream theory he’s been reading about.

“this is the part where somebody usually calls me crazy” 

“you aren’t crazy, mike” mike notices how kind you eyes are and how warm your voice is, “i’ve seen crazy. you are far from it” you joke a little and he has the faintest smile tug at his lips. 

finally home time woo !! as you lock up the gate, you watch as mike goes to his car, “mike wait!”

he turns around almost instantly at your voice as you run up to him, you pull something out from your hoodie a fazbear security badge and hand it to him, “you’re officially security now” he takes it from you and thanks you with that small smile. 

3rd shift passes (you could’ve sworn foxy was standing in a different spot and bonnie’s hand placement looked completely different) and vanessa comes for her weekly visit and meets mike. when you aren’t with them, vanessa brings up the fact that you’re one of the kindest and nicest people she’s ever met and mike agrees. 

next shift goes by and another and you guys have a long conversation about everything and you tell him more about yourself. hes never really been romantically involved with anyone but somebodysss got a crush (its him and well, you do too). and then you let him sleep and decide to tackle the old kitchen. (you could’ve sworn you heard someone walk down the hallway but you double check and no ones there)

mike dreams again and you swear you hear a groan and you walk to the office to see him, out of breath, breathing, clutching his arm and theres blood coming from it and he looks up at you trembling. “oh my god mike, what happened?”

you sit opposite him, patch him up and make him a hot drink, and he's explaining everything to you and you can tell he’s really getting bothered by these dreams. (you also think hes hurt himself from falling off the chair somehow..unbeknownst to you)

he’s tearing up a little and you just hold his hand in yours, and he's looking at your kind eyes and he doesn’t know how to react to being touched, he stops talking (mike is incredibly touch starved oh my god) and, carefully, you lean forward and hug him very gently.

he’s stiff at first but you can feel him relax into the hug and he wraps his non-injured arm around you and grips onto your back, “its okay mike. you’re okay” you can tell he really needs this hug and you can tell no one has really hugged him in a long time.

when the shift ends and you say goodbye for the day, your car just refuses to start. you cannot start it at all. you get out the car and look at it in a huff, but lucky for you mike hasnt driven a way yet

he gets out his car and you explain to him about your car, and he offers if you want a lift home or at least back to his house (his house is much closer than yours) and you can call someone about the car and you agree.

the drive is nice, you notice he has a great taste in music

meeting abby!! mike excuses himself for a shower whilst you're ringing the mechanics for your car, and he accidentally falls asleep on his bed after. when he wakes up (a good hour or so later, which you really don't mind) he walks into the living room to see you and abby sat on the floor colouring together with a cartoon on the tv, and you guys are really getting along and she’s wearing your security guard vest and badge. (her friends told her to trust you)

“uh abby, why dont you get ready for school?” mike speaks up, causing you both to look in his direction. 

you can't fight the fact that he looks hot with joggers and shirt on, looking sleepy as hell aHHH

“okay” abby smiles and gives you back your stuff and runs off to her room to get ready for school. 

he walks over to you and sits down on the couch, “im sorry for falling asleep-”

you sit next to him and place your hand on his arm and smile, “its fine, mike, really. your sister is lovely”

mike looks up from your hand and looks at your face. he looks sleepy and gorgeous and you look gorgeous to him and your eyes are so kind and theres a moment. some sort of magnetic force kinda pulls your faces closer together.

“im gonna be late!” says abby running into the room.

mike drops abby to school and you stay in his house, waiting for the mechanic to eventually call you back like he says he will. you feel a little awkward sitting on his couch watching tv but you have nothing better to do.

he comes back he offers you a shower and some of his clothes as he feels bad for you having to sit in work clothes. 

the way his heart feels when he see’s you walk out to the bathroom and back to the couch next to him wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his joggers as well hMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm (too early for love?)

he smells good

you must both drop off to sleep, as a few hours later mike opens his eyes for a minute to the TV showing some drama show, and then he notices a heavy feeling on his chest. there you are, passed out, in his clothes, head on his chest peacefully asleep. 

this is something he’s never felt before !1!!1 

he blushes (thank god you’re asleep) and brushes a hair out of your face, staring down at your sleeping face (uh oh someones in love) before grabbing the worn blanket from behind him and throwing it over your exposed legs.

you stirr a little, your arm wrapping around his lower half and he's so flustered and sleepy and aHHHH

he wraps his arm around your shoulders gently and passes out again (PART 2??)

[luffydotcom]

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader where they encounter an enemy who’s devil fruit makes people reveal the truth which ends up with Luffy confessing his feelings for the reader and leaves him all embarrassed and the rest of the crew in shock. maybe he even says something along the lines of “I think y/n looks cute when she’s wearing my straw hat” idk, I just had this thought I hope it makes sense cause I feel like it would be super adorable! thank you!!

this is so cute! i had a lot of fun writing this too. honestly... i did find this a bit of a challenge because luffy's so honest and not good at lying in general! but i tried to make it work anyhow. i hope this is alright!

also sorry that this is so overdue, i swear i didn't forget about your request anon!! i've been so busy with college assignments but i swear i kept thinking of writing up your request when i got the chance the entire time 😭

truth be told

pairing: luffy x female! reader warnings: none! word count: 778

you know luffy is honest to a fault - always speaking his mind and it's like you always know what he's thinking. yet there is one thing he hasn't told you - that he likes you. seriously, too. and it's because well... for someone so to-the-point and forward with his words... even he isn't sure how to say it to you.

you've just arrived on a new island, and once again he's already managed to stir up trouble by attracting a big number of marines towards the crew when they recognised his straw hat.

while you're busy fighting off some of the marines, you miss one of them in particular - the captain. his expression is cunning and dark... and you don't even see how quickly he is approaching luffy from behind until he's inches away from him.

"LUFFY!" you call out to warn him as you see him knock a straight punch into a whole line of marines with ease. but when luffy whips around to face you, the captain clenches his hand on luffy's shoulder.

"HEY! what're you doing, you -" luffy manages to break free of his grip without much trouble, but he's interrupted when he feels chills all over his body.

the captain lets out a dark laugh. "you'll see soon..."

luffy still hasn't moved from his place, as if he's completely stuck, and his face is empty of any kind of readable expression. you run over to him, afraid he'll get hurt, but within seconds you see zoro is already there and has cut the enemy down as he falls to the ground in pain.

"oi, luffy! what's gotten into you? snap out of it!" he grabs luffy by the shoulders and starts shaking him. by now, all of the enemies are on the ground and you and the rest of the crew rush to join their side, looking concerned for your captain.

luffy doesn't say anything at all, dead-silent. until suddenly the light returns to his eyes.

"what happened? i just got a funny feeling all over my body!" luffy looks down at his hands as zoro releases him and breathes a sigh of relief.

"that guy must have done something to you," nami says, thinking back to what happened just moments ago.

"maybe he had some kind of devil fruit... do you feel any different, luffy?" you ask, looking worried.

luffy turns to face you as if he's just noticed you were there. "about you? no, i still love you."

everyone's jaws practically fall to the floor, even luffy's.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" the whole crew, including you, gasps in unison.

"CRAP! WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT? IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SECRET!" luffy yelps and covers his mouth with both hands.

"WHAT? between who?" you move away in complete shock, hands shaking.

"MYSELF!"

you want to laugh but you're absolutely blown away by how straight-forward that confession was, even for luffy. heck, you just wanted to know if he was OK. you weren't expecting him to say that he loves you.

"sanji, i just wanted to say i ate all the ingredients for today's lunch," luffy says, deadpan, before covering his mouth again in surprise. "also, nami, i used some of our money to buy more meat -"

"WHAT? HEY!" sanji and nami have to get held back by usopp.

"something's clearly wrong." zoro steps forward, tapping luffy's forehead with his finger. "it's like he can't stop saying the truth. and that guy definitely has something to do with it." he looks down at the collapsed marine on the ground.

"wait, so luffy... does that mean you're serious about what you said about y/n?" chopper's eyes shine with eagerness.

you glance at luffy, but he hesitantly looks away from you, attempting not to meet your eyes. you couldn't believe it. for the first time in your life, your captain actually looks... embarrassed?

"...i just think y/n looks cute when she's wearing my straw hat..." luffy mumbles so that you can just about hear him.

"how long have you been hiding this...?" your mouth parts slightly in surprise, although you feel flustered by the unexpected compliment.

luffy starts to count on his fingers. "i don't know, but definitely a while now." he almost looks guilty. "i just didn't know how to say it!"

"perhaps it doesn't matter how you were meant to say it," robin chuckles. "you've said it now, haven't you? even if it was by strange circumstances."

luffy takes in what robin has said, then looks at you with his confidence returned. he smiles widely. "i'm glad... i don't know how much longer i could keep that to myself!"

© luffydotcom

[ashwhowrites]

Inspired by "Sorry I'm here for someone else"

I heard this song once and immediately thought of all of this. So I hope you guys enjoy it!❤️

Sorry I'm here for someone else

Eddie played with the rings on his fingers as he waited at the restaurant. He kept his eyes on the door, waiting for his date to show up.

He hadn't felt this nervous in a while. But his last relationship ended about five months ago and he figured it was time to meet someone new. He also thought it would help him forget about his ex-girlfriend. Because she hasn't left his mind since he met her.

He was young, but he believed he would end up marrying her and it shattered his heart when it didn't work out that way. He shook his head as he tried to shake her memory away. He was on a date, he didn't need to be thinking about her.

Eddie was inhaling a cigarette in front of his trailer. The summer breeze ran through his hair as the sun was going down. His eyes closed as he breathed in the fresh and smokey air.

"Can I get a hit off that?"

Eddie's eyes snapped open as he heard a voice: a girl standing above him. Her body looked tense as sweat dripped down her neck. Eddie felt frozen as he looked at her, easily the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Not sure how to speak, he handed it over. He gulped as she wrapped her lips around it. He was smitten from the first glance.

Eddie?"

He stiffened, knowing that voice. He looked up from his hands, a knot in his stomach. There she was, looking as beautiful as ever. She looked incredible, she was glowing and looked better off without him.

He eyed her uniform, clearly she was working. And working here...at his date.

"Hey," he said shyly. He wasn't sure if he should stand up to hug her or not. He wanted nothing more than to bring her into his arms and kiss her breath away. But he wasn't allowed to do that anymore.

Her heart sped up as she looked into his puppy eyes. His lips were wet from his constant licking them, a nervous habit. She wondered if he came to see her. She had no idea how he would have known she worked here, but she was looking for any excuse to love him again.

"Do you want something to drink?" She asked after many minutes of silence. It had been months since they'd seen each other, both memorizing any new details.

"I'm actually waiting for someone...a girl," Eddie winced. "Not to shove it in your face or anything!" He panicked, "I just didn't want you to think I was here for you or anything. I mean, I didn't even know you worked here, or I would have definitely picked another place. But yeah, I'm here for someone else."

Y/N tried to smile through his ramble. She smiled like her heart wasn't breaking in her chest. The one that got away was moving on, and she was still stuck in the past.

Eddie wanted to smack himself for his nervous rambling; every word he said didn't make anything better.

"I'll give you a few minutes then," she smiled.

Eddie watched her walk away, his head looking over his shoulder. He cursed himself for staring as he turned back around. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he struggled to feel the air in his lungs. A part of him had wanted to leave the date before the girl showed up. But if he didn't try to move on now, he never would.

Now that he knew she was there, his eyes found her every time she was out of the kitchen. He was curious if she happened to be in a new relationship. Not that he'd care or be jealous in any type of way. Probably with a good guy with money. Probably being spoiled and treated well.

He wasn't sure why, but he fixed his hair in the reflection on the spoon when she turned around.

Then she was facing him again, and he sat up straighter. She walked towards him with a plate of fries and a bottle of beer.

"On the house while you wait." her voice was genuine and sweet. She didn't have a bad bone inside of her and the only bad thing she's done was be with him. Perfect inside and out. And he somehow lost her.

"Um, thanks." Eddie hated how awkward he sounded. She didn't sound uncomfortable at all, not even slightly bothered. While he felt like he was going to puke at any second. "It's nice to see you, and I hope you're doing well."

She knew he meant it by his eyes. That was the one place where she'd never find a lie. "It's nice to see you too, Eds. I hope you're doing well too.

He held his breath as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and walked past. Her touch set a fire inside him, and he yearned to feel more of it. He looked down at the fries and his favorite beer, his stomach turning at the thought that she wasn't sitting next to him.

"Stop eating my goddamn fries!" Eddie groaned, smacking her hand.

Y/N gasped as she cradled her hand. "I can't believe you'd hit me!"

Eddie rolled his eyes at her dramatic comment. He grabbed a fry, holding it as he looked at her. "You want a fry? Come and get it."

She wondered what that meant, but then he placed the fry between his teeth. Half of it was inside his mouth and the other half waiting for hers.

She smirked as she squeezed his jaw with her hand, slowly leaning in as she bit down on the fry, getting as close to his lips as she could. Instead of a kiss, like Eddie assumed, she backed away. She victoriously chewed on the fry.

He ate the fries as his eyes followed her all around the restaurant. A few times, she caught him, ducking her head down as she smiled. His eyes were locked on her, heart racing as they locked eyes. The door opened, not that he noticed, and a girl came walking in. She seemed like she was looking around, and Y/N had a gut feeling that was his date. She pointed towards the front, and Eddie looked to see.

"You're going to be the death of me."

His date came walking in, and he knew immediately how the date was going to go.

He stood up to greet her, trying to look over to see if Y/N was still there, she wasn't.

Y/N gave herself a small pep talk after the gorgeous girl walked in. Seeing him again was hard enough, now she had to serve his date. She planted a fake smile on her face and walked out.

She held her breath as she walked up to them. "Welcome in, what can I get you to drink?" She remained polite and professional. She wrote down the girl's order, preparing herself to turn to look at Eddie. "Anything more for you?"

Eddie felt like the room was getting hotter. Both girls stared at him. He kept looking between them like they had asked him to pick. He wasn't sure what type of fate the world had written for him. He didn't know if he was meant to continue the date or run off with someone he still loved.

"I'm good for now,"

She nodded and walked off towards the kitchen.

Before the poor girl could say anything, he stood up. "I'm so sorry about this but I can't do this." She looked at him in shock as he left her at the table, running for the kitchen doors.

Y/N was filling the drink when she heard commotion.

"Sir, you can't be here!"

She looked up curious and her breathing stopped as she locked eyes with his. "Eddie? Are you insane!" She quickly walked over to him and shoved him back out of the doors. They were in a hidden corner, not seen by the restaurant.

"I can't do it," he sighed almost like it pained him. His hands were at his sides but he craved to touch her. "I can't pretend like I can move on from you."

Y/N awkwardly hugged herself, she was already becoming vulnerable. "I don't know what you want me to say."

She backed up when he moved forward, her back against the wall as she looked up at him. She melted once she smelled his cologne, his body up against her as he placed a hand on the wall behind her. His other hand slid to her hip.

"Tell me you love me," he whispered. She chewed on her lip, no idea what she was supposed to do. He moved his hand from her hip and up to her bottom lip, pulling it away from her teeth. Once it snapped back into place, he leaned in. His lips were inches above hers as her breathing increased.

"Eddie you're here on a date," she reminded him. Giving a pathetic excuse for fighting against him. Her head was in the right place but her body was moving into him.

"I don't care," he rushed out, slamming his lips down on hers. She immediately caved, cursing at herself as her hands dove into his hair and her tongue worked against his. She felt the kiss all over her body, from her toes to her head. He desperately held her body, pushing her against him until there physically wasn't any space.

Remembering she was at work, she quickly pulled away. "I'm off in like thirty minutes. Can we talk then?"

"I'll wait at the bar," he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips before he disappeared.

She leaned her head against the wall, the kiss still messing with her mind.

~

Just as she said, thirty minutes passed and she met him at the bar. Her favorite drink has already been ordered for her and a stool pushed out for her.

"What's your plan, Munson?" She asked, chugging the drink as she needed the alcohol. She enjoyed the way it burned.

"I can't lose you again," he admitted honestly, his arms crossed on the bar as he looked at her. "We were stupid to break up. It was stupid to leave. I should have stayed and I wouldn't have been in hell for months. I miss you, baby. And fuck, I'll do anything you want. Just please."

"We were really good together weren't we?" She asked. The breakup was horrible but she remembered all the great moments they had.

"We were. Dustin and Wayne still ask about you," he said, "they want you back too."

She smiled and looked over at him. "How do I know you only want this because you are seeing me again? I mean you were on a date."

"I've wanted you since I let you walk out," he uncrossed his arms, landing a warm hand on her thigh. Once again moving his face close to hers. "This was the first date since us and I didn't even want to do it. But I thought if I never tried, I'd never move on from you. The truth is that I'm always going to be in love with you."

Her heart raced at his heavy words. She was conflicted about what to do and he could sense it.

"I know you're trying to think what's the right decision. I beg you to listen to your heart."

She looked down at his lips, remembering how everything felt fixed when pressed against hers. She leaned in and softly kissed him.

She hoped her heart wasn't going to betray her.

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[dark-konohagakure2]

Yandere sasuke rapeing his little sister after finding out she has a crush on Naruto 🖤

tw: incest, brother/sister, noncon, yandere, jealousy, abuse, hair pulling, victim blaming, possessiveness, rough sex, invasion of privacy

All characters depicted are 18+

Sasuke isn't the most stellar older brother in the entire world. He's protective, but also very distant, and he acts as if he couldn't really care less about his sister's love life, despite the bubbling heat that burns in his chest whenever he sees her so much as glance at another man, but he'll brush these feelings aside, that is until Sasuke discovers that his sister has been keeping things from her big brother.

Sasuke was cleaning her room one day, he doesn't usually do her chores for her since she's old enough to clean her own room, but Sasuke is feeling nice that day and decides to clean her room up on a whim. As he's tidying up, Sasuke notices something poking out from underneath her pillow, and upon further inspection he realizes it's her diary, with no lock on it. Sasuke isn't nosey by nature, but curiosity gets the better of him...

Her diary is initially nothing but unremarkable and mundane musings about her day or thoughts at the time, nothing that interests Sasuke in the slightest, he doesn't know what he was expecting to find in the first place. He's just about to close the journal when suddenly something catches his eye, a name he knows all too well: 'Naruto'. His name is mentioned quite a bit in the latest entries, and that's because she's developed a crush on the blonde. Sasuke isn't happy about this new development in the slightest.

He'll immediately confront her, not bothering to hide how mad he is, not does he make it a secret that he read her diary without permission. Despite clearly being in the wrong in this situation, Sasuke will act like she's the one who who committed some terrible slight against him, like her daring to have a crush on his idiotic rival is a personal insult against Sasuke, like she's cheating on him.

"Care to explain..? Did you really think you could keep this from me?! Huh?! Do you think I'm that fucking stupid?! I'll teach you what happens to little sisters who lie to their big brothers..."

Sasuke is pissed off about this perceived infidelity from his own sister, so he's going to 'check' to see if she threw her virginity away as easily as she threw her heart at Naruto. He'll pin her down with his superior weigh and strength as he shoves his hand down her underwear, checking if her hymen is still in tact. Once he confirms that she hasn't lost her virginity yet, she hopes he'll relent and stop acting so cruel towards her, but that naive hope is quickly dashed when he begins to undo his pants.

Naruto is Sasuke's rival before he's his friend, and rivals compete, they try to one-up each other and claim things before the other can, and right now the thing Sasuke wants to claim is his sister's virginity. He doesn't care if his sister's crush is childish and likely not reciprocated by the Uzumaki at all, but Sasuke doesn't care, he's taking preventative measures and doing what he should have done a long time ago; he's claiming his property.

Sasuke isn't gentle in his claiming her, he's not just asserting his ownership over her, but he's also punishing her for daring to fall in love with a man that isn't her big brother, a man that she knows damn well is her brother's biggest competition. He'll even accuse her of doing all of this on purpose just to get a rise out of him, just to hurt him because she doesn't care about his feelings. Sasuke will act like she's the inconsiderate one, even as he's pounding into her from behind and pulling her hair hard enough to make her scalp burn.

He'll cum inside her without any hesitation, both to humiliate and claim her, even if she somehow doesn't get knocked up from his seed, he's still doing irreversible damage to both her body and soul, he's the first man to cum inside her, the first one to fuck her, and he's going to make damn sure that he's the first and last.

"Could you little boyfriend fuck you that good? It doesn't matter either way, because you're never seeing him ever again, or any other stupid guys for that matter..."

Sasuke isn't lying or exaggerating when he says that either, he's keeping her all to himself from now on, not only is she not permitted to see her precious Naruto ever again, but she's not seeing another person ever again, that is unless they make another person together, but even then Sasuke might still be unwilling to share.

[xiepheer]

how would shadow milk cookie comfort soft!reader if they were sad and crying?

Shadow Milk cookie x Soft!Reader

Hey guys! >:3 hope yall like this one!

Also kinda yanderish??

First things first, someone would dare hurt his dear Y/N?

OH HOW DARE THEY! He would think.

He would be furious to see their soft darling Y/N crying.

Why? They hurt his one and only! Who wouldn't be mad!

Not at you the of course.

Shadow Milk cookie when furious would destroy anything in his path.

You are an exception.

Now Shadow Milk cookie would eventually wear his anger down as he sees that he has no reason to be angry at you and instead, walked to you.

Now he doesn't really know what to do as he hasn't comforted anyone before yet.

"Uhhh are you okay?"

he asks. He was awkward because it's really just the first time he asks someone that.

He would try his best to comfort you.

He would give you gifts, cheer you up, make you laugh.

If those don't work, then he'll eventually give up on the mission to make you laugh when crying and instead just. You won't be live me but. Pull you on his chest.

Now you're soft with him and now he thinks it's his turn to be soft.

To comfort you like how you did to him.

Now that was something new.

The Jester, the goofy jester, the master of deceit, doing this to such a weak fragile cookie?

A cookie he could easily crumble underneath his hands but he chose not to.

All because he cares for you.

All because he wants to care for you like how you did to him.

Now eventually, when he finds out why you're crying, he would either be sad or angry.

Sad because maybe someone you know died or something.

Angry because someone might have hurted you and is ready to crush them under eat his palms.

Now this cookie of Deceit would NOT and absolutely NOT let your reason of crying slide.

If it's because of another cookie of course.

If you got bullied, then that was the last time they'll ever get to see you because they would perish.

To comfort you and make you happy again in his life, he would do anything that would make him think that you'll be happy.

Yes he would pat you, hug you, cuddle you, but when you've fallen asleep, that's when the chaos starts.

Him desperately trying to find the person who hurted you and destroying everything.

He would make sure to make that cookie suffer for making you sad or cry.

Now after he's done that, he would take a sigh of relief as he knows the problem you once had has been taken care of him once and for all.

A single drop of tear can cause a destruction of the world.

Hello everyone! I'm here! Hope yall like this one even though it's short!

Love yall 🫶

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentines Day, Shana! Dealer's choice (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

a continuation of 1

Shawn's dreams of escaping don't last for very long.

Yin - or Karl Rotmensen - lays everything out for him quite clearly. He knows Shawn's father, his mother, his best friend, even his damn kindergarten teacher. If he misbehaves, if he steps out of line, if he even thinks of escaping or gets in the way of his work, then they'll be his next victims. He'll pick them off one by one and Shawn will live with the knowledge that he could have saved them if he only behaved.

They don't hurt him.

Yin looks like he wants to sometimes, but he sets him up with a fake name and a fake everything and enrolls him in a private school on the opposite side of the country. "Education is important," he tells him, then says to Yang, "Pets have to properly taken care of."

"Yes, Daddy," she says obediently, motions smooth as she ties his tie for him.

Before his first day of school, Yin hands him a folder. It contains three pictures.

His father at work. His mother crying in their kitchen. Gus on his way to school.

Shawn doesn't ask how he got these. It doesn't matter.

He goes to school and answers to his kidnapper's name and sees a hundred opportunities to get away, to get back to California, to his family, and he doesn't take any of them.

That night, Yang tucks him in like she does every night. She locks him in his room with a key that she keeps around her neck, but Shawn's not stupid. He knows that it's not to keep him in, but to keep Yin out.

He also knows that if Yin really wanted to get to him, a locked door wouldn't do a damn thing.

"I'll be out late with Daddy," she says, smoothing the covers over his legs and then fiddling nervously with the edge of her dress. She's younger than his mom, early twenties, and she swings wildly between acting too young and then too old for her age. "Be good. You did your homework, didn't you?"

"Yes," he says, then swallows. "What are you doing?"

She stills, her smile forced. "You don't want to talk about that."

"This is wrong," he says. "You know it's wrong."

"I'll protect you," she promises, hand going to her arm with a burn scar that's never going to go away completely. "Daddy won't ever play with you."

There have been times when Yin's temper has turned in his direction and Yang has stepped in every time. It's her fault Shawn's in this mess, her fault that Shawn hasn't seen his family outside of Yin's weekly photographs in years. But it was Yang who wanted to let him go and Yang who keeps him far away from the terrible things they do and Yang who won't let Yin hurt him and Yang who Shawn wishes he could protect in turn.

He knows what she's done. What she's doing.

But it's not like Yin ever gave her a choice.

"You don't have to do this," he says softly.

She looks at him then and her smile softens. "Yes, I do."

Shawn flinches, but she smooths her thumb between his eyebrows. Sometimes they're both kids playing, sometimes she's his big sister, and there are times like these where she reminds him so much of his mother that his eyes burn. They're so far past Stockholm Syndrome.

What his family is to him, he is to her. The real reason that Yin tolerates him, that he doesn't just kill him, is because he guarantees Yang's obedience. As long as Shawn is around to threaten, Yang can be pushed to do more and more things she doesn't want.

"Why me?" he asks, not for the first time.

He means it differently every time, but she always answers the same way. "You were nice to me. I'm sorry."

"Be careful," he says finally, like he always does. It's part concern and part self preservation.

If something happens to Yang, Yin won't have any reason to keep letting him live.

~

Their marriage doesn't survive losing Shawn.

Henry honestly hadn't expected it to.

They never find his body. Maddy still has hope, still says that Shawn could be out there somewhere, but Henry's done this job too long to be anything but realist. He knows that Shawn's dead, that at best his little boy's body is rotting in some ditch, that the very best case scenario is that his son got in some sort of accident somewhere they never found him.

He's a realist.

It's probably something much worse than that.

He hopes he didn't suffer. He hopes it was quick. There are no suspects, no leads, just one day he was a father to the most brilliant, infuriating, perfect boy in the whole world -

And then he wasn't.

The nightmares are to be expected. Drinking dulls them. Maddy tries to help, but there are days he can't even look at her.

It's not her fault.

Shawn had gone off riding on his bike so many times before. It was allowed. She went after Shawn when he was late for dinner, she called him when she couldn't find him. She wasn't neglectful or irresponsible or uncaring. There is no way that Shawn's death is her fault.

There are times he can't help but blame her for it.

It's not good. It's not fair. He knows better. She lost her son too.

Then he closes his eyes and sees a new horrible way that his son was hurt behind his eyelids and doesn't care just then about what she lost.

The divorce is a relief for them both.

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki x reader (fem) | prohero!reader x prohero!Dynamight; fluff, confessing, swearing (cuz it's bakugou lol)

a.n; I didn't want to let this day finish without writing something for him, even if it isn't birthday related. hope you enjoy it the same!🧡

Happy Bakugou Day💥

A grunt leaves your mouth when the incessant banging on your front door finally wakes you up, “I’m coming!” you yell, yet the banging doesn’t stop.

With a deep breath, you pull the covers away and get up. You give a peek towards the clock on your bedside table before sleepily running towards the annoying knocks. It’s fucking 5 a.m.… Who the hell could be this awake to make such a noise at this hour?

You pull open the door a bit forcefully, clearly annoyed.

Bakugou Katsuki stands there, a hoodie concealing his person and a black mask over half of his face that also helps the disguise. All big and bulky, almost the size of your door, looking delicious, as always. Fuck, you’re still in the slumber of sleep if you’re allowing this thoughts of him in your mind, in front of him.

He rips the mask down so he can say, well, bark in annoyance, “It’s fucking ridiculus!”

It’s a yell. At five in the morning.

He stomps inside your apartment like he owns it, and you snort a bit while closing the door, “Well, good and aggressive morning to you too, buddy.”

“No, you don’t fuckin’ get it…” He sounds desperate and annoyed beyond his own comprehension, pulling off the hood that’s over his head and walking from side to side in your small living room.

You frown, arms crossing over your chest, and keep silent. He doesn’t look at you as he walks back and forth, his hands opening and closing in fists at his sides.

“It’s fucking ridiculus! You are fucking ridiculus!”

You sigh, a hand sliding through your face. You’re still too sleepy for this right now. “How it’s my fault—”

“No, shut up! I’m fucking trying— It’s just annoying and ridiculus and, and… agh!,” the growl he lets out would have been considered drop-panties if it wasn’t for the annoyance you actually feel at the moment.

However, you decide to take another deep breath. It’s Bakugou Katsuki; this is not the first time you have witnessed a scene like this one, where he doesn’t know how to put into words what he’s feeling.

Being friends with this grumpy mountain for years already has taught you how to deal with him 90% of the time. The other 10%... well, that’s when Midoriya becomes your fairy godmother and saves the day. But even though you don’t know what's going on right now with Bakugou, you decide to wait a bit before calling Izuku-Godmother.

He keeps walking, fuming with stress and nerves. And you wait. That has always been Izuku’s advice. “Wait until he feels completely ready to say whatever he needs to say”.

There has been a moment in life —you honestly don’t know when that moment has been— in which Bakugou decided that you were worthy of trust, of him feeling completely okay in talking his mind out in your presence. Not that the bastard hasn't done that before, he has always been blunt and direct in his words since the very first day you met. But now, he also spoke about his feelings and troubles, and whatever went on his mind to you. He trusted you. He trusts you with his life, and you know that. Being partners in the same Pro Hero agency for years has given both of you that kind of relationship. One where you could also trust in him and tell him anything, and he’ll try and help you with whatever you need, after speaking his opinion out, even the bad ones.

Right now, you can’t quite sense whether whatever he needs to tell you is good or bad. So again, you simply wait.

As you watch him come and go like a lion trapped in a cage, he suddenly walks directly at you. You aren’t afraid of him; you have never been, and that wasn’t going to start today. You trust him with your life, too. However, his sudden moves do surprise you. So as he walks forward at you, you walk backwards until you feel the wall on your back. Bakugou stands centimeters from you, body surprisingly close to yours. The only times he has been this close to you willingly have been during training times and fights with villains. He has always kept his distance. Yet, now, there’s barely space between you. He invades even your breath. Your senses. His towering form envelops everything.

And when your eyes travel up, directly at his, you feel your knees almost give up and succumb at the intensity in those ruby orbs. You feel trapped in them, completely at his mercy. Whatever he might ask of you, you would have complied, said yes. However, you weren’t expecting what he said next.

“It’s fuckin’ ridiculous how much I feel for you.”

You pull up an eyebrow, a bit confused. He groans, shaking his head.

“You are in my fuckin’ head all the time. I can’t— Fuck! I can’t go to sleep without knowing you’re home and okay. I can’t even fuckin’ start my day without knowing you have already had your stupid breakfast!” Now, your eyebrows are pulled up in surprise, but you stay quiet and listen to him. “I can’t concentrate on my missions if I know you’re somewhere else on yours, because I need… Damn it! I need you by my side. Need to know you’re safe.” 

He takes a moment to breathe in deeply, before saying, “It’s fuckin’ ridiculous how much I need you.”

“Katsuki—”

He growls, exhaling the breath he just took in, as if he has just been punched in the guts, legs giving in a bit, and forehead pressing against yours as his eyes close. “No. Don’t say my name like that… I’m— I feel… ridiculously weak.”

His left forearm rests over the wall as his body presses closer, if that’s even possible. But it is. His breath collides against your face and mixes with your own. His smell surrounds all your senses, invading your head quite profoundly. And you can’t think of anything else that isn’t him.

How many times have you dreamt about this moment? How many fantasies in your head had him as the protagonist? You have definitely lost count already.

You still can’t believe that this is happening. That Bakugou Katsuki is actually confessing to you like this. Never in a million years could you have expected that this day would come.

That’s why the first thing you do after another moment of silence filled with loud breathing is touch him. You need to feel that this is real, that he is actually there and not a product of your imagination. Both your hands softly grab Katsuki’s face, fingers caressing the smooth, freshly shaved skin of his cheeks. Your left thumb finds his scar, and you trace its path delicately, caringly, lovingly. Yes, he is here. He is real. This is happening.

His breath trembles, just as his other hand travels to the back of your head to hold you. And it’s like that, how you have your first kiss with your long-time friend.

It’s not heated or passionate. Quite the contrary. It’s a feather-light touch of lips that made you feel warm and safe.

He pulls back just a bit to look at you, and the fire his eyes hold melts you completely. Because even though it is the first time your lips are meeting, you both immediately know that it won't be the last.

a.n.; aparently, i love making Bakugou appear at our doors in the midde of the night or early in the mornings LMAO i'm not stopping tho😌🌟🧡

[paucubarsisimp]

surprise gone wrong pt. 2

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which you fix everything

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating and drinking

a/n: i also made another ending where she moves on with oscar :) bc cheating is NOT OKAY!!!

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the knock on your hotel room door is quieter this time—deliberate. you know who it is before you even open it.

lando stands there, his shoulders slumped, looking smaller than usual. his hair is still wild, like he hasn't slept properly, his eyes red and puffy from a long night of regret. he looks like a man who knows he’s lost something precious, and doesn’t know how to get it back.

he meets your gaze with a softness you haven’t seen in days, maybe weeks. the guilt is evident in the way his eyes flicker down to your hands, clenched at your sides. he opens his mouth to speak but falters, struggling to find the right words. he looks like he's barely holding it together.

“please,” he says finally, his voice low and shaky. “can we just… talk?”

you stand there, still as stone. every part of you wants to slam the door in his face, but there's something in his expression—something you can’t ignore. something that, despite everything, still makes you ache for him.

you step back, just a little, and let him in.

he closes the door softly behind him. the silence between you is suffocating. the room feels too small for all the words neither of you know how to say.

after a few moments, he speaks again, his voice hoarse.

“i fucked up,” lando says, not looking at you but staring down at his hands. “i shouldn’t have kissed her. i shouldn’t have even been in that position. i was drunk, but that’s no excuse. it was a mistake.”

you hold your ground, crossing your arms over your chest. “you kissed her like you meant it, lando. you didn’t stop, didn’t even care to look around. it was more than just a mistake.”

his head snaps up at that, eyes wide and frantic. “i didn’t see you. i didn’t know you were there. i wasn’t even thinking about you in that moment. but that’s not… that’s not the excuse, i know.” his voice cracks on the last part, and he takes a step toward you. “i didn’t want to hurt you. god, i never wanted to hurt you.”

“then why did you do it?” the words come out sharper than you intended, the frustration spilling over. “if it wasn’t about her, then why did you kiss her at all? why wasn’t i enough?”

lando winces like you’ve slapped him, and for a moment, it almost feels like he’s not even there—just a stranger who’s been caught in his own lie. but then he steps closer, desperation in his eyes.

“i don’t know. i really don’t. i just… i was overwhelmed, okay? the win, the pressure, everything happening so fast… i lost myself in it. i thought it was all just some dumb distraction.” he shakes his head, voice barely a whisper now. “but when i saw you there, i saw you and it… it was like the world stopped. i realized what i’d done. and i just—fuck, i don’t know how to fix it. i don’t know how to fix what i broke.”

you’re silent for a moment. the pain is so deep it feels like it’s suffocating you, and yet you can see the raw sincerity in his eyes. you want to believe him. you want to reach for him and feel the way you used to, but the ache inside of you is too loud.

“why didn’t you reach out to me sooner?” you ask, voice quieter now, the edge of anger giving way to hurt. “i waited for you, lando. i was here, hoping… waiting. but you were too busy with everything else. you didn’t even think about me. and then, last night? that was the final straw. you didn’t just forget me, you replaced me. and i don’t know if i can come back from that.”

the words sting, but it’s the truth, and as much as you don’t want to say them, you need to. you need him to hear how much this has cut you, how much it’s hurt to watch him so easily slip into someone else’s arms when you thought you were the one who mattered most.

“i don’t want to replace you,” he says urgently, his voice breaking. “i never wanted that. and i know i’ve been selfish, distant, and it’s not fair to you. you’ve always been there for me, and i’ve taken that for granted. i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry.”

he takes another step toward you, and this time, you don’t move away. you just stand there, eyes locked with his.

“i don’t know if i can forgive you right now,” you admit, and his face falls, but you don’t look away. “but i’m willing to try. i need you to show me that i matter. that we matter. i can’t just go back to the way things were before. you can’t just say sorry and expect it to fix everything.”

lando nods, his lips trembling slightly. “i’ll do whatever it takes. i’ll make it right. i’ll prove to you that you matter. that we matter. i can’t promise i won’t mess up again, but i can promise i’ll fight for us.”

you take a shaky breath, feeling the weight of his words settle between you. the tension is still thick, but there’s something else now, too—a fragile thread of hope.

“i’m not sure how we get back to where we were,” you say softly. “but i’m willing to try too.”

lando looks at you, eyes searching for any hint of doubt, and then he nods. “we’ll figure it out. together. i’ll make sure you know you’re the only one i want.”

the silence between you both is different now. it’s still heavy, but there’s an understanding, an unspoken promise that things won’t be easy, but maybe—just maybe—they can make it through this.

and as he steps closer, hesitating just for a moment, you feel your walls start to crack.

when he reaches for you, it’s gentle, almost hesitant. but when your arms wrap around him, when you bury your face in his chest, you feel it. that spark—the one that’s always been there. and maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of rebuilding what was broken.

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[heli-writes]

A dragon's heart, part 16.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: trust issues, implications to abuse

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Note: Two chapters in a month? Say what. I know, I'm surprised myself. Blame it on a national holiday.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17

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Part 16

Y/n doesn't want to admit it, but she enjoys Katsuki's absence.

It's been three days and she has had more company than the entire time she's been with Katsuki. At least, if you don't count the several visits by the healers, that is. Mitsuki is still hostile toward her, but she doesn't leave y/n up to her own devices which y/n appreciates. Moreover, the two women she helped with the knives, have taken an interest in her. It seems as if they've noticed that y/n can be quite useful for a variety of tasks and thus give her chores upon chores. A lot of them revolve around creating weapons or taking care of weapons which y/n does not appreciate that much.

On the last day, y/n spent wrapping arrowheads to shafts. During the day, the skin on her fingers is ripped open in different places which is quite painful. However, y/n doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of the older women and works through the pain. Also, she enjoys the women's company and doesn't want to be sent away because she can't get the job right. She's afraid they'll send her back to Mitsuki.

Nevertheless, she must've done an okay job since her arrows pass inspection by Mitsuki (again). She tries to hide her hands from the blonde woman, but Mitsuki catches on anyway. She says something to the older women who then inspect y/n's wounds and put a slave and bandages on them.

The evenings she spends mostly alone in Katsuki's tent. The other women invited her for dinner around a bonfire, but y/n retreats to the tent rather quickly since the mountains are cold once the sun disappears behind their peaks. Being used to Katsuki's company, the evenings are terribly boring. Eventually, y/n occupies her time by carving game pieces out of wood. She hoped that maybe she could teach Katsuki the game when he returned. She's too shy to ask the women for that.

The next morning, y/n is picked up by the old woman with whom she mended clothes with. The woman animatedly tells her something that y/n doesn't get and leads her to a stone hut she hasn't seen before. Y/n swallows hard. Was I demoted because of my hands?, y/n wonders as the woman pushes her inside the tent.

Inside, an old bearded man stands by a forge and hammers onto metal. The old woman loudly announces their arrival and the smith lowers his hammers. He listens to the woman's rambles while looking y/n up and down. Y/n feels like she's shrinking under his gaze. Why did she bring me to a smith?, y/n wonders. The smith barely says anything and just grumbles as a response to the older woman.

After the woman takes her leave, the smith waves y/n over and shows y/n a couple of knives and some arrows. For a moment, y/n doesn't understand why he's showing them to her until she realizes that those are her work. She sharpened those knives and made those arrows. Looking at the smith and points at the weapons and then at her. “Yes, I did that.”, she tells him while nodding. The smith nods and waves her over to the forge. He doesn't actually believe that I can make weapons, y/n thinks.

Turns out, he doesn't but he makes y/n help him. Apparently, he is working on making a sword. He makes y/n hold the metal piece down while he hammers it into shape. When the forge cools down, y/n has to bring new firewood and it's her task to make sure that the forge doesn't cool down. He even lets her try hammering on some metal but quickly takes over again. I bet I don't have the strength to hammer metal into shape, y/n thinks.

By midday, y/n's exhausted and ash and grime stuck to her sweaty skin. She's glad when the smith waves her outside the hut for some lunch. It's only then that y/n notices how absolutely famished she is. Together, they eat a hearty meal of brown bread and thick slices of cheese and ham. Y/n thinks it's the most delicious meal she's had since she arrived here. Maybe it's because it reminds her of the rustic meals her family used to eat. Or, more likely, she's just that hungry considering that she hasn't done that demanding physical work in quite a while. Either way, she enjoys the meal she shares with the smith. Mostly, because the smith doesn't talk much. She's sure that it's not because he knows she doesn't understand him but it's simply because he doesn't talk much at all. She feels a lot more comfortable around him than around the women who keep talking around her until her head swims.

When she's done with her meal, the smith gives her a cup of tea and they sit in the sun for a little while. To occupy herself, y/n takes out her game pieces and a knife. Her set is complete, but the wood still feels rough. She tries to smooth them with the edge of the knife but she just keeps cutting notches into it. Frustrated she lowers the knife. Only then, she notices the smith watching her while sipping his tea.

Y/n can feel her cheeks heat. He must think I'm incapable of simple handiwork, y/n thinks.

Suddenly, the smith gets up and enters the hut again. Y/n hears him rummaging inside. When he comes out again, he hands her some sandpaper. Y/n's heart skips a beat. How nice of him!, she thinks and beams up at the smith. Immediately, she gets to work and starts smoothing the wood of her game pieces. When the smith finishes his tea, he waves her back inside and the two of them go back to work.

At the end of the day, y/n is absolutely spent. Nevertheless, she feels pretty good. The smith patted her on the head when he let her go for the day and y/n felt like she did a good job. She joins the other women for dinner around the bonfire and they laugh at y/n's ash-covered face. Y/n takes no offense in it as they also pat her on the back and shove some stew into her hands.

As she eats, she looks around the bonfire. Nadia is nowhere to be seen. She hoped to see her and start a conversation, but it was no luck. However, she did see some women take off with some bowls with stew in the direction of multiple living tents. I wonder if more women like Nadia live inside those tents, y/n wonders. But why am I the only one around the bonfire? And working?

After dinner, y/n waves the women goodbye to retreat to her tent for a well-deserved bath. After her bath, y/n sits on the bed working on her game pieces. Carefully, she runs the sandpaper over each piece smoothing the edges and softening their surface until they're nice to the touch. It's rather late when she's finished and slides underneath the covers. Shivering, she wraps her arms around herself.

It's rather cold without Katsuki, she decides as she's drifting to sleep.

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Y/n's up early the next morning. She wanted to do some laundry before someone came to pick her up for work. She's glad that the wounds on her hands are healing rather quickly. She's standing outside hanging up her washing when the smith approaches her tent. She smiles at him and waves.

Guess, I'm up for another day at the forge, y/n thinks. Not that she minds, y/n actually likes working with the old smith. Maybe I have a thing for grumpy men?, she wonders as she follows the smith to his forge.

The day passes as the one before. She helps out the smith with a variety of tasks. While the smith does not make her hammer onto some metal again, he does make her blow into a large pipe. However, they both quickly give that up. I've got neither the strength nor the lung capacity for being a smith, I guess, y/n decides. It doesn't really matter to her since she's completely fine with playing the assistant.

After lunch, she hands back the sandpaper and the smith points towards the sachet in which she keeps her game pieces. Y/n takes them out to show him. The smith inspects them by turning them over in his hand and feeling the edges. He nods approvingly and hands them back. He asks y/n something she doesn't understand. Maybe he's asking what they're for?, she wonders.

Y/n draws the pattern of the game board into the dirt with a stick and sets up the game pieces. The game's rather easy to explain since the all game pieces can only do the same steps on the board. It doesn't take long for the smith to understand the rules of it and they play for a while until y/n beats the smith. With furrowed brows, the smith gets back to work and y/n follows him.

After the day's work is done, the smith demands another game which y/n is happy to comply. She's glad that someone is willing to play it with her. The game is rather simple: You win when you occupy the most places on the board which means you have to plan multiple steps ahead.

Y/n loved playing with her dad even though he beat her almost every time. Therefore, it's even more fun that she keeps on beating the smith. They keep on playing until someone calls them over for dinner around the bonfire.

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Two more days pass and y/n continues to work with the smith. She's rather glad that Mitsuki seems to have lost interest in her and leaves her alone instead of handing her around people and inspecting her work. The work with the smith doesn't get boring since he makes not only weapons but household goods as well. He shows her how to make metal spoons which y/n takes up rather easily since it consists of hammering only a thin metal stripe into place and then carving and smoothing the surface with sandpaper. It's a process y/n already knows since her mother and she used to make lots of wooden spoons that they sold in the villages they passed through. The smith seems to approve of her results and she's allowed to keep the first spoon she made. During the lunch breaks, the smith and her keep playing with y/n game pieces and the smith even manages to win once or twice.

~*~*~*~

The air starts to get cooler as it rushes through Katsuki's ears. It's an unpleasant feeling but Katsuki embraces it nonetheless. It means home is getting close. He's even more glad when he sees the familiar mountain chain ahead of them. Kirishima on his golden dragon flies a head and does a somersault whoopingly. The men behind him cheer loudly.

They're all glad to get home. The raid was successful even though they ran into complications with some Todoroki soldiers. However, they faced no losses as Katsuki and Kirishima fought ferociously side by side leading them to victory.

“Yo, Kirishima, knock it off! You're about to lose our precious cargo!”, Katsuki howls through the wind but Kirishima only laughs as he falls behind his chief again.

While the village they raided was evacuated by the king's soldiers, there still was enough gold and goods to appease his men. Even better, in Katsuki's opinion, is that they managed to capture one of Todoroki's men alive. It's about time to squeeze out of this dirtbag what's really going on in the kingdom, Katsuki thinks.

“Ey, Katsuki, what do you think y/n will think when she sees all the goodies you brought for her?”, Denki teases at his side. “Ya think, she'll drop her panties for ya?”, the blonde laughs.

Katsuki glares at him and swivels Drami into Denki's dragon's path. The dragon yelps and quickly maneuvers out of the larger red dragon's way but Denki only laughs in response.

Of course, I wonder what she'll do when we see each other again, Katsuki thinks. He hopes his mother didn't take it too hard on y/n while he was gone. Part of him also wonders if y/n missed him in his absence.

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Upon landing, a large crowd of people gathered to greet their warriors. Mothers and fathers hug their sons upon arrival. Even Kirishima's mate showed up which is a rare occasion. It sends Kirishima over the moon.

Katsuki scans the crowd for y/n but fails to find her.

“Son.”, his mother calls out to him. Katuski eyes her suspiciously.

“Where's y/n?”, Katsuki asks sharply. Mitsuki gives him a cool look before answering.

“I don't know. Haven't seen her in a few days, actually. The other women say that she's been dining at the bonfire every evening so I wouldn't be too worried about her.”, Mitsuki tells him.

Katsuki is relieved but still suspicious. “Any idea where she could be at?”, he asks.

Mitsuki shrugs. “Probably with the smith. She's been helping him out.”, she tells him.

Katsuki immediately sees red. “Working at the forge? How did that happen, mother? That's no place for a woman!”, he yells.

Mitsuki gives him a sharp look. “Who are you, a man, to determine what a woman can or cannot do? I heard she's rather good with forging and taking care of weapons. Maybe she is good for something after all.”, she replies.

Katsuki feels like ripping his mother to shreds. “It's your doing, I know it.”, he hisses, “Sending her to the forge, giving her such hard, dangerous work. You're punishing her for becoming my mate.”

“Do you really dare to accuse me of such a thing?”, Mitsuki hisses back, “Y/n is the mate of our chief, therefore she needs to pull her weight. She can't relax in the tent like the other women you brought here do. She needs to show her face when you're gone. After all, she's supposed to be the leader when you're not here.”

Katsuki's quiet at that. Of course his mother is right about that, but Katsuki is sure that y/n isn't ready for that.

“Moreover, isn't the smith one of our most honorable craftsmen?”, his mother adds and Katsuki bites his tongue.

“I rather hope so!”, a voice behind them says. It's Testutetsu, the smith's son.

“Is it true your mate picked up the role of my father's assistant?”, Tetsutetsu asks, “In that case, I owe her a thank you. After all, she picked up my work.”

Katsuki grinds his teeth. “I guess so.”, he replies. Tetsutetsu joined his men for the raid, but Katsuki knows the man would rather stay behind helping at the forge. Unfortunately for him, Tetsutetsu is one of the tribe's strongest warriors and therefore indispensable for such raids.

“Let's go and see if she's at the forge.”, Tetsutetsu proposes and Katsuki follows him after giving his mother a last, dirty glance.

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“I'm surprised my father let her stay at the forge. He's rather picky with whom he works. There are days that he can't even stand me around the forge. Says that I talk too much and he can't focus.”, Tetsutetsu chats as they walk towards his family's workshop.

Katsuki huffs. “I guess he won't have a problem like that with y/n. She can't speak our language and therefore often doesn't speak at all.”, he grumbles. Tetsutetsu gives him a glance.

“Yeah, that must be weird. Can't imagine being mated to someone who doesn't understand me. How do you two even communicate?”, he asks.

“Barely.”, Katsuki says truthfully.

As they march up towards the stone hut that is the Tetsutetsu workshop, they see two figures sitting infront of the workshop on the ground.

“Father!”, Tetsutetsu calls out, “We're back!”

His father waves at him dismissively as the two younger men approach. Katsuki notices the game pieces on the ground. Y/n makes a move and the smith throws his hands into the air.

“She keeps beating me!”, the smith exclaims in a deep, gruff voice. Y/n beams up at him triumphantly.

The two men come to a stop infront of them and y/n notices them for the first time. Upon seeing Katsuki, she only smiles slightly and waves at him. It's not the welcome I hoped for, but at least she's happy to see me, Katsuki thinks.

“What'ya two playing?”, Tetsutetsu asks and crouches down before them.

“It's the girl's game.”, the smith says, “The rules are simple but the girl's hard to beat. She's got a smart head on her shoulders, I've got to give her that.”

“How does it work?”, Katsuki asks and sits down next to the smith.

“She's your mate. Let her show you.”, the smith says getting up to greet his son.

Y/n tries to put the game pieces away thinking that Katsuki has come to collect her, but Katsuki stops her and points at the board. Y/n is quick to understand and sets up the board again. She shows him how the pieces move and Katsuki is quick to take up the rules. They start a game while Tetsutetsu and his father watch.

As they keep moving the pieces around, the furrow in y/n's brow deepens.

“You almost got her, chief.”, the smith mumbles and Katsuki moves another piece. Y/n stares at the board for a long time. She tries to move multiple pieces before giving up. She looks at Katsuki and shrugs. The smith laughs.

“Seems like she's got some serious competition!”, he tells Katsuki and Tetsutetsu gives his father an amused look.

“You're in a good mood, dad.”, he says. The smith only shrugs. “The girl's been some fresh air around here.”, he simply replies. Tetsutetsu laughs.

“Oh my, I feel like I'm getting replaced here!”, he exclaims. His father shakes his head, “Well, you might be. Considering that the girl's actually good at executing orders instead of lounging around by the fire.”

Meanwhile, y/n packs her game pieces back into her sachet and gets up. Katsuki gets up as well.

“We'll be off then.”, he tells the Tetsutetsus. The old smith nods. “Alright then, y/n's welcome back anytime. Maybe she can even teach my son some work ethics.”, he replies at which Tetsutetsu only rolls his eyes. Katsuki walks on ahead and y/n waves at the smith smiling brightly before running after Katsuki.

“What a nice young lady.”, the smith tells his son, “I think our chief made a good choice there.”

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Katsuki and y/n walk back to their tent in silence. Now that she's alone with Katsuki again, y/n doesn't know how to act. Nevertheless, she's happy that he played the game with her. Maybe he'll play again with me tonight, she thinks.

When they arrive at their tent, there are multiple men carrying wooden boxes into the tent. They greet their chief respectfully despite the blonde y/n has seen before who wiggles his eyebrows at Katsuki who only snorts in return. They enter the tent and y/n looks at the boxes with furrowed brows. Katsuki enters behind her and gently touches the side of her arm and gestures for her to walk to one of the boxes. With a knife, he yanks the box open. He rummages through the box and pulls out a beautiful dark green dress. Golden leaves and tendrils were stitched into both sides of the dress. The best part of it, however, was the long sleeves which is something all the dresses Katsuki brought her so far lacked. Katsuki holds the dress out to y/n who hesitantly takes it. Katsuki watches her expectantly as she inspects the dress and holds it against her own body to see if it fits her. When she looks up and meets Katsuki's eyes, she softly smiles at him.

Katsuki gestures to y/n to go through the box and take what she wants. Hesitantly, y/n walks to the box and peeks into it. Katsuki watches her for a moment as she looks through the contents of the box before turning around. I really deserve a bath, he thinks and leaves y/n to her own devices.

Meanwhile, y/n gets bolder in looking through the box. She finds more clothes that clearly originate from the Todoroki kingdom judging by the designs. They're winter clothes with long sleeves, lined interior fabric and fur overcoats. Y/n smiles as she runs her fingers over the soft, warm fabrics. He must've chosen them for me, she thinks.

Y/n takes the liberty to look at some of the other boxes. She finds a hairbrush, thick socks, books in her language, paper and all sorts of other trinkets. She also finds an expensive-looking flancon of perfume which she can't help and spray on her neck. A modest, flowery scent wavers through the air. Y/n thinks she never smelled anything that nice.

Suddenly, Katsuki enters the tent again. He's only wearing his linen pants and walks towards the closet to get some fresh clothes before hopping into the bath. When he passes y/n, he stops and sniffs the air. He looks at the flacon in y/n's hand and then sniffs the skin on her neck. He grunts and his nose wrinkles in disgust. What the fuck is this shit?, he thinks to himself. The perfume smells absolutely disgusting to him. Why would she cover up her scent like that? Is she planning to walk into enemy territory undetected?, he ponders. Meanwhile, y/n's cheek heat in embarrassment. Clearly, he thinks it stinks, y/n decides.

“That stuff needs to go. No woman of mine should smell so horrendous.”, Katsuki decides loudly and takes away the flacon. Y/n purses her lips at that but doesn't stop him. When he turns back around to her with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, y/n feels like he's about to do something bad.

Katsuki then lunges forward and grabs her by the wrist. He heaves her over his shoulders and marches into the bath hut with her. He sets her down at the entrance of the bathing hut. Y/n's heart thunders. She really doesn't like it when Katsuki shows her just how superior he is to her when it comes to physical strength.

Katsuki moves to the bathtub and takes off the rest of his clothes. Y/n watches his very naked, and very muscular, backside. She's getting embarrassed and tries not to stare at him. It's not like she's embarrassed by his nakedness (clearly she's used to it now), but considering her last naked experience with him (no, not the one where he kept walking around their tent fully naked), she expected to be more repulsed by him. Instead, she finds her gaze wandering and heat rising in places where it really shouldn't. Without noticing, her hand flies to the scar on her neck.

Katsuki notices her stares and gives her a complacent smirk. Then, he throws a sponge at her and points at his back. “Your man just came back from war, you should treat him a bit.”, he tells her.

Y/n is taken aback by it, but eventually complies and washes his back. Katsuki leans forward in the tub so that y/n can reach his back better. Y/n can't help but trace the muscles on his back. It's only then that she notices the many scares that adorn Katsuki's back. When she's done with his back, Katsuki leans back and gives her access to his chest which flusters y/n even more. Y/n stares at his broad chest and tries her best to not let her gaze wander more downwards. Katsuki takes her hand and lets it wander to his abdomen just above his – y/n yanks her hand back, her cheeks flushed in scarlet. Katsuki gives her a dirty laugh.

“It's not funny!”, y/n laughs getting up from her place beside the tub. Anger flushes her system. How can he make such jokes? Doesn't he understand just how traumatizing it was what he did to her? Or does he simply doesn't care?

Upon seeing her angry face, Katsuki understands that he crossed a line. His face becomes regretful He only wanted to see how far she'd go. Katsuki reaches for her hand that balled into a fist by her side. Gently, he strokes over the back of her hand and y/n relaxes.

“Sorry”, he mumbles and y/n understands the apology. She takes the bucket with cold water that stands next to the tub and pours it over Katsuki's head in one swift motion. Katsuki yelps and lets out a string of courses.

“Now we're even.”, y/n tells him grinning and Katsuki rolls his eyes. Y/n laughs and Katsuki is taken aback by how pretty y/n sounds when she laughs. Then, y/n takes the soap again and starts washing his hair. Gently, she runs her fingers through the wild, blonde strands and scratches his scalp. Katsuki leans back again and sinks a bit deeper into the tub. Y/n's hands feel good on him. He regrets pushing her earlier, but her soft hands make him remember how they feel around his dick. Quickly, he tries to shake the thought. He can't get a boner right now, not after y/n made clear what she thinks about touching him intimately. Instead, he tries to focus on the feeling of y/n's hand in his hair.

Katsuki hums relaxed and y/n can't help but notice how he leans into her touch. She tries the anger from earlier. Katsuki's been nice to her. He got her all these new, warm clothes and books. Clearly, he must've thought about her while he was away and y/n feels a little bit bad that she didn't think that much about him.

Maybe I can be a little bit nicer to him, y/n decides.

~*~*~*~

While Katsuki finishes his bath, y/n goes back to their tent and tries on some of the dresses Katsuki brought for her. They're a bit too long for her, but y/n figures she could ask the old woman for help in resewing them. It shouldn't be too hard to tailor them to her size.

The fabric feels nice and warm on her skin and y/n wishes she had a mirror to look at herself. She twirls around in the dress and when she comes to a stop, she sees Katsuki leaning at the doorway to the bath hut grinning at her.

“Ya like it?”, he asks and y/n smiles brightly at him. “Thank you, Katsuki.”, she tells him.

Katsuki's heart skips a beat. I'm being a good mate, right?, he thinks to himself and feels rather smug. He takes a step forward and examines y/n in the dress. He takes the hem of the skirt and swishes it around a bit. The fabric is rather heavy. Doesn't that bother her?, he wonders but y/n seems perfectly happy with it. He runs his fingers over her hips and y/n stiffens. He mistakes her stiffness as a rejection and he clicks his tongue. At least I can see her curves better like this, he decides.

Meanwhile, y/n grows hot under her clothes. I really shouldn't react to his touch this way, she decides, after all his touch hurt me before.

~*~*~*~

After Katsuki's hair is dried, he takes her to the bonfire. It's bigger than most nights and the smell of food and hot alcohol lingers in the air. There are men celebrating and laughing everywhere. I guess it's a feast, y/n decides. Katsuki maneuvers her to Kirishima who sits beside a pale, thin woman who keeps her eyes on the ground. Curiously, y/n looks at her. When the woman raises her head a bit and meets y/n's eyes, y/n smiles at her, but the woman quickly looks down again.

Disappointment flashes through y/n and she quickly adverts her eyes as well. Only then she notices that there are multiple younger women she hasn't seen before. They all look timid and pale. She counts 13 of them including Nadia who only slightly shakes her head when y/n spots her. Y/n walks over to her anyways.

“Nadia, where have you been?”, y/n asks. The woman glances at her husband who is sitting next to her talking to some other men. When he doesn't react, she replies to y/n: “At home, where else?”. Y/n's eyebrows furrow.

“Doesn't the tall blonde woman put you to work?”, she asks and Nadia crooks her head ever so slightly.

“They make you work?”, Nadia says in a hushed tone.

“Yes, I helped at the forge.”, y/n says proudly but Nadia only gives her a bewildered look.

“The forge? Oh, you must have it worse than us! I've told you Bakugou Katsuki is the worst of the lot!”, Nadia exclaims and winces when her husband laughs loudly and hits his own leg in amusement.

At first, y/n is surprised by that. Then, she remembers that people in the kingdom have very different ideas about what is suitable work for a woman. Her own people never made a big distinction between male and female work. Of course, hard labor often was done by men but it's mostly because they're naturally stronger than women. Nevertheless, such work was not forbidden for women. If one had a talent for a certain type of work, they were encouraged to take it up. For example, her father was exceptionally good at needlework. While her mother was good at mending clothes, it was her father who stitched pretty patterns into her clothes.

Before y/n could answer, Katsuki calls her back to his side. She quickly says goodbye to Nadia before turning to Katsuki's side. Katsuki's sitting in a circle with the same men y/n saw close to the dragon's den. One of the men hands her a cup with warm liquid which turns out to be a sort of hot wine. Y/n takes a big gulp of it. It tastes fruity and sweet. She immediately takes another gulp and the men laugh. Katsuki, however, puts a hand on her arm.

“Slow down, that shit's strong.”, he tells her but y/n only shrugs which earns her another round of laughter.

The men continue chatting among themselves and y/n watches how Kirishima offers some of the fruity wine to the woman next to him who courtly declines his offer. Kirishima gives y/n a deflated smile when he notices that y/n is watching them. Having already finished her cup, y/n extends her arm to take the cup from Kirishima.

“Geez, Katsuki! Your woman can drink!”, one of the men laughs when they see y/n on her third cup of wine. Katsuki rolls his eyes. “She most definitely will regret this tomorrow.”, he grumbles and Kirishima pats his back.

At some point, y/n doesn't remember when (probably due to the amount of alcohol she consumed), people brought out instruments and started playing music. The music of Katsuki's tribe is very different from the music y/n's people played. Since y/n's people were always on the road, they didn't bring big, heavy instruments along like drums or horns. They stuck to small flutes and light guitars. The dragon tribe's music is louder, faster and y/n can feel the drums within her bones. Eventually, people start dancing and y/n watches them for a while. While their dance isn't light-footed like her people's dances, they're still enchanting to watch. Heavy foot stomps are followed by graceful turns and rhythmic clapping.

It's been so long since I danced, y/n muses. She remembers the midsummer festival days before she met Katsuki. Even then she only could watch. Turning to Katsuki, she notices that the man is watching her over the rim of his wine cup. Immediately, an idea pops up in her head.

I bet he knows how to dance, she thinks.

She leans over to Katsuki and pulls on the hem of his sleeve. Then, she points towards the dancers and looks at him expectantly. He looks at her bewildered.

“Absolutely fucking not.”, he tells her and shakes his head. Y/n pouts and gives him a pleading look.

“I said no. End of discussion.”, Katsuki grumbles and turns away from her.

Feeling rejected, y/n stares into her empty cup. What an ass, she thinks. Then, another idea pops into her head. I bet the others know how to dance too, she thinks and takes a look at the men sitting next to Katsuki. There's Kirishima who looks a bit deflated and keeps glancing at the woman by his side. He's probably kind enough to teach me, y/n thinks. She almost made up her mind to ask him when her gaze fell on another man. It's the blonde called Denki who gave Katsuki the wiggly eyes earlier. I bet that would really piss Katsuki off, y/n thinks smugly, Good.

Determinedly, y/n stands up. Katsuki gives her a wary glance. Confidently, y/n walks over to Denki who's been watching her for some time now.

“What can I do for you, Miss?”, he asks and grins and y/n. Y/n tucks his sleeve and points towards the dancers.

“Oh, you wanna dance? Doesn't your man wanna dance with you?”, Denki asks and gives his chief a questioning look.

“Over my dead body.”, Katsuki simply replies.

“Then it's okay when I show her how to dance?”, Denki asks and Katsuki only shrugs. “Knock yourself out, Denks. Just be careful she doesn't puke on you.”, he tells his subordinate.

Denki flashes y/n a grin and stands up, leading her to the area where the people dance. Firstly, he shows her a simple coordination of steps which y/n imitates. When y/n feels confident in the steps, Denki speeds up the pace. Y/n has some trouble keeping up with him and steps on his toes. Denki only laughs and spins her around. Y/n has to laugh too and lets Denki take the lead now that she's gotten used to the steps and speed. Together they stomp and clap and Denki keeps spinning her around. Maybe it's the spinning, maybe it's the alcohol, but eventually y/n loses balance and crashes into Denki who luckily is a lot stronger than her and keeps holding her up. They both laugh at y/n's clumsiness and y/n feels fuzzy inside.

Dancing really is fun, she muses as she steadies herself. Expectantly, she looks up to Denki but he looks at something behind her. She turns to look at whatever Denki's looking at, but the man is quicker than her and he quickly pulls her in again.

“Katsuki's jealous.”, he whispers into her ear. Y/n only understands the word “Katsuki” and honestly, it doesn't need a genius or translator for her to figure out that Katsuki's probably not happy about her dancing with another man this closely.

Whatever, he didn't want to dance. It's his own fault when I dance with somebody else, she decides.

She pulls at Denki's arms who gives her an amused look.

“You're playing with fire, missy.”, he says before swirling her around for another dance.

Just when the musicians start a new song, Katsuki materializes next to them.

“Take your hands off my woman.”, Katsuki hisses at Denki. There's rage behind his eyes. However, Denki's not impressed by this.

“Pretty sure she put her hands on me first.”, Denki replies but stops dancing. Katsuki looks as if he's about to spew fire. Denki lets go off y/n and shrugs. “Not my fault you don't know how to please your woman.”, Denki says mischievously and retreats before Katsuki can reply (or punch him).

Katsuki turns to y/n who looks at him equally unimpressed. She rolls her eyes. “Men and their ego.”, she mumbles before turning around to join the group back at the bonfire. Katsuki stomps after her. Sulking, y/n sits down on a log crossing her arms infront of her chest. The men laugh at Katsuki as he joins them again. He tries to give y/n another cup of wine as a peace offering but declines sharply.

To be honest, y/n wanted Katsuki to be jealous. She hoped it scraped his ego enough to make him dance with her but Katsuki seemed to have no intention to do that. Whatever, y/n grumbles to herself, It should've been obvious that he doesn't know how to have a good time.

They stay at the feast for a little while longer. The men chat among themselves but Katsuki doesn't join their conversation anymore and y/n keeps glancing at the dancers longingly. Finally, Katsuki has had enough. He pulls y/n up and says goodbye to the rest of the lot before dragging y/n back to their tent. By the time, they arrive, y/n is still sulking which pisses Katsuki off even more.

Y/n starts to get ready for bed and disappears into the bath hut while Katsuki puts on his own sleepwear. When y/n returns, she still doesn't spare Katsuki a glance.

“I just hate fucking dancing!”, he exclaims loudly as y/n settles onto the bed. She gives him a flat look and shrugs. Then she turns around to slide under the covers.

I just can't get it right with her, Katsuki thinks angrily. He's getting more and more frustrated. A more reasonable voice in the back of his head says: You could've gotten this right. She clearly told you what she wanted and you were too proud to entertain the idea.

Katsuki stands at the edge of the bed and stares at her form. She seemed to have so much fun with Denki. She didn't even mind when Denki touched her hips or when her chest touched Denki's chest when she crashed into him.

It could've been you, she laughed with., that nasty voice says. Unfortunately, he has to admit that the voice is right. He could've made her happy tonight. He could've undone a little bit of the damage of the mating if he wasn't so goddamn prideful.

“Fuck it.”, he grumbles and leans over to y/n pulling her towards the edge of the bed. Y/n swirls around and looks up at him. “What?”, she demands and Katsuki motions for her to get up. Slowly, y/n does so.

“What do you want, Katsuki?”, she asks him increasingly annoyed. Katsuki pulls her into the middle of the tent which is still crowded due to the boxes that were brought in earlier. He stands closely toward her and puts a hand on her hip. He looks kind of embarrassed.

“So... I don't know how to do this. If ya want it, ya need to show me.”, he grumbles and laces his fingers with hers. Y/n stares up at him unsure what his intentions are. She sighs deeply and shakes her head.

“I don't know what you want from me, Katsuki.”, she says and takes a step back turning back to bed. Katsuki catches her arm and twirls her around to him. Clumsily, he starts to sway back and forth. Y/n has to laugh.

“Now you want to dance?”, she laughs, “And what is this? This is not dancing!”

Katsuki's ears turn red and he mumbles something y/n doesn't understand.

“Don't tell me the great Katsuki doesn't know how to dance!”, she says more solemnly. For a moment, she observes him before deciding: “Alright, I teach you how my people dance.”

Y/n takes a step back and for a moment Katsuki thinks she's going to lie down again. Then, she softly bows to him and raises her hand. When he doesn't react, she takes his hand and lays it flat against hers, so that their hands float in the air. Then she takes a step forward and a step back.

Katsuki imitates her embarrassedly. Y/n starts moving them in a circle and after four full circles, she steps closer to him, angling their hand sideways and pulling his other hand on her hip. They spin again.

Katsuki's face is a deep scarlet and a soft smile of amusement graces y/n's face. It's actually kind of sweet that he's trying, she thinks, he's still terrible at it though.

Eventually, y/n takes another step forward and leans her head against his shoulder and they sway back and forth, a dance move Katsuki appreciates. Y/n can hear the thundering of his heartbeat. Katsuki stops the swaying and drops her hand. Instead, he pulls her close against his chest. Gently, he strokes over her back and buries his other hand into her hair softly scratching her scalp. Carefully, he presses a kiss against her temple.

“I'm really trying, ya know?”, he mumbles before burying his face into her hair as well. Y/n hums and runs her hand through his hair which sends a pleasant shiver down Katsuki's spine.

“I really would love to be able to speak to you, Katsuki.”, y/n tells him, “Even if it's only to point out how stupid you are sometimes.”

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[hitomisuzuya]

looks like you like writing fluff so… Aventurine holding his baby for the first time after reader is done birthing it..? All teary and emotional..? 🥺 👉👈 You can choose the gender :)

(Bonus points if he’s trying his best to not lose his character or if he makes a joke with the freaky night that they had to make that baby)

aventurine x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. i don't really know what else to put here.

this request is very sweet. also, spot the jurassic park reference.

whenever you got pregnant, aventurine spared no expense. the finest hospital was booked for you to give birth in. you had every prenatal vitamin under the sun. the absolute best doctor who aventurine paid extra to be on call 24 hours for two weeks before your due date. there wasn't one base that wasn't covered.

aventurine is in awe at the bundle in his arms, completely at a loss for words. there has only been one other time that he has ever been in awe, and that was when you walked by him the very first time, freshly hired into the ipc.

he was quite sure he'd been looking at the most woman in the world. and now he could times that by two, because he is looking down at his newborn daughter. "there you are, my princess. i have been waiting for you," he has a take a breath to keep the tears from falling from his eyes.

it didn't work.

carefully balancing her in his arms, reached down and tapped her on the nose. he couldn't stop the smile the spread on his face seeing her smile. "may your schemes never be revealed," his voice shook a little.

he didn't think he could ever be responsible for having a hand in making something so beautiful.

aventurine cupped his daughter's cheek, gently brushing his fingers over her cheek. his breath is instantly stolen away seeing she has his eyes, and his blonde hair. "hm, you got my eyes. you know, that's what your mother told me she hoped for when we were--"

"hunny, please," you playfully cut him off, slowly sitting up in bed. your heart flutters seeing the concern flicker through aventurine's eyes, instantly quelling it with a soft smile.

"speaking of your mother, here she is," aventurine walked to your bedside, leaning down to carefully place the baby in your arms. "the queen of my world. are you sure you can move around yet, sweetheart?"

you'd just given birth mere hours ago. he can tell you are exhausted, and very weak. he doesn't want you strain yourself. "it's okay, i'm fine. it's almost time to feed her," you said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"you should get some sleep," aventurine replied, sitting next to you on the bed, and kissing the top of your head, "the nurses said they would be by soon to take the baby for routine tests, and i can handle feeding her when they get back. please," he adds the please seeing you start to protest.

"are you sure?" you ask hesitantly. you knew he was tired to. he has to be. he hasn't gotten any sleep since you went into labor late yesterday afternoon. he hadn't left your side once.

"i insist. you need to rest. you just did something so amazing, you deserve it," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. "i'll be right here when you wake up."

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 05/03✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@roseville140 ha chiesto Love your art so much 💗 💜 💖 💕 ❤️ 💓 💗 💜 💖 💕 ❤️ Also question ask this a few times(sorry): What will mk do? Will he make them immortal or be next to them till their last breath?

I don't think he would force them of make them immortal without their consent. He is too good for that

@blossomships ha chiesto: Okay, first ask, but hey, what the heck! Your art is awesome, and the story, It went from "Oh, this boy might be our son" to "omg he's our son and let's fixed our relationship" that's what I think about this in a nutshell lmao and it's crazy how far it has come. So thank you for your contribution to gay monkies- I mean to the fandom, and you are awesome.

Aww thank you!

@anidiotkid ha chiesto: What's going to happen when the comic ends? Do you have any more big projects in mind?

I have other life things to focus on, the ISAT comic, but also I want to share here all the art that I've made in the past 2 years that I never posted on Tumblr

@yuistarlmk ha chiesto: I don't think I'm ready for it to end but i knew this would happen so thank you soooo much for all the stuff you have done for all of us, making us believe in ourselves and more so I'm happy for being a HUGE fan of you. Thank you ⭐⭐

THANK YOUU!!

@jamcyote ha chiesto: Not really a question but... I'm so glad I'm not the only one who thought that it would be a cool idea if the writers made it so that chaos energy/ magic is a perfect mixture of Shadow and what I like to call physical magic (which is what Wu kon has) Slight rant. Chaos magic I don't think is as chaotic as people think. Chaos is more like not seeing or understanding the pattern of something, but everything has a rhyme or reason chaos magic is just rare so people don't know how it works and it probably works very differently than other magic and doesn't have an easy to see pattern (when people don't understand how things work, they become afraid of it). Therefore it's chaos. Chaos tends to have a bad rap but it is not always bad. It just needs to be understood and once it's understood it's no longer "chaos" and is instead another form of magic (that is most likely more powerful than the other forms), but magic itself isn't good or bad it's the person wielding it that makes it One way or the other.

I'll also share my own thoughts about it: I know the whole "Harbinger" thing doesn't mean that he brings chaos, but the connection between that kind of energy and MK for me it always has been "cool, he is a SYMBOL of chaos" like, he's a big ass chaos flag that, once born, has been flying screaming at everyone "HEY YALL! IT'S CHAOS TIME SOON!". Like, the chaos that is coming is literally the primordial chaos that will come once the cycle end because from it must start a new one. But it would make sense that, since there seems to be a whole ass society of people in the chaos realm, that he would at the very least be one of them, like when you are sending someone from your country as an ambassador to give a message

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: Ohhh he's never tried to use Wukong and Macaque's powers at the same time before, has he? Ohhhhhhh my stars

nope.

@steadylandface ha chiesto: What’s Nüwa’s reaction to what has completely happened so far in your Shadowpeach Bio parents Au?

She still is dissapointed by MK choice to not end the cycle, so she hasn't been so present. I would suspect she's surprised mostly for the fact that all of this resulted in the biggest un-divorce of the millenia

@candlefox1 ha chiesto: Hi so I hope it’s not too much to ask but I thought mei was also part immortal as well since her great grandfather the dragon of the east was a dragon so doesn’t that make her part immoral or could she visit her dragon relatives to ask ??

She can live longer than a normal human, and, if she only stays as a spiritual dragon, she could, theoretically, live even longer. But not forever.

@primroseprime2019 ha chiesto: You just loooove hurting me with the immortal bit, don'tcha?

yes. Becaue it hurts me too.

@emmabuggy ha chiesto: Are pigs, and tang scared that Mk only will have the monkeys as parents to guide him?

I mean, he has a bunch of people immortal that will also help him.

@injuvanillafruit ha chiesto: Do the monkie trio like bubbles? 🥰🥰

I guess Macaque and MK do. But Wukong doesn't really like anything with water too much.

@vinnillastrawberry ha chiesto: So since you confirmed their will be a dance party I wonder, How many chapters will the dance party be maybe like 4 or 5 ?

3.

@xaelanyx ha chiesto: hello!!!! I love your comic so much. when will you draw another spicy scene for spicynoodles and shadowpeach???

Not soon, the story is ending.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Do they celebrate the day he was adopted by pigsy and tang as his birthday? I would assume so since they wouldn't know when his stone was cracked.

Yes, since it's also the same day when his stone hatched.

@shadowlilly101 ha chiesto: How did Macaque and Princess Iron Fan meet and become sworn siblings?

They knew each other from the brotherhood, but then bonded over having lost their housbands

@vevebcu ha chiesto: Can I make a fanart with my OC inside your comic? 🥺👉👈

yes

@atrocity101 ha chiesto: Hi! Sorry if I am bothering you in any way, shape, or form by messaging you, but I wanted to ask an important question. I have tried several times to research the details in how demons go about the rules of courting their chosen mate and what they can or not do beforehand or afterwards. You seem like one of the more detailed people to ask for info, could you possibly provide any details of the whole demon courting rules and such? Or provide a link to anywhere that’ll help me understand the logistics of it? (PS: I am in love with your AU and I adore every bit of it, thank you for all the hard work you put into it and please continue it! Have a wonderful day/night, and stay safe out there.)

It's mostly a fan-made thing. I don't have many resources except fanfictions that explain it more in details, like this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56963272

@ava115 ha chiesto: Is Redson in your au immortal like Mk? Or can he just live long sense he's a demon?

He's not exactly immortal, but can live an absurd long time.

@thenerdycupcake ha chiesto: I just realized something. Since MK can hear the past, that means he can hear his loved ones’ voices whenever he wants. No matter how much time has passed.

yes, similar to watching videos of your loved ones.

@alixzanrite ha chiesto: I thought that Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy were stuck in a reincarnation cycle because of Journey to the west? And if not wouldn't Mk be able to see them in heaven?

*sighs* I'm in no way qualified to talk about those religions, but technically if they are reincarnations of the old gang, they could be stuck in reincarnation still and might be reincarnated in the future again, bu they wont be the same people of course. If they reached buddahood they could stay in heaven. I think

@s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e ha chiesto: okay newest chapter was devastating. BUT. WUkong shirtless and Mac wearing his husband's pyjamas?????? (also Wukong spooning Mac when he originally allowed Mac to be the big spoon so he'd maintain control over the situation but now Mac trusts Wukong enough to give up that control???)

technically they were facing each other, and Mac had his arm over Wukong waist, but sweet nonetheless

@kiwi-kiwidraws ha chiesto: More heart break till the very end, right Kyri?

yes

@fresastar ha chiesto: just have to say is Will mk and wukong have a talk about everything that will happen from mk becoming immortal because wukongs friends later on dies naturally and wukong may have been sad and devastated about it, So maybe wukong can tell mk how to handle this realization or he tries to help because again he lived his whole life seeing his family go on and his friends leave and dies. sorry if this is much, you don't have to answer this😅

Yes, they will talk about it, but that's more a future conversation.

@worddraws ha chiesto: Wait so is MK immortal in the until the heat death of the universe way, in the immortal immortal way, or in the there’s no heat death of the universe and the earth exists forever way? I wish to know how angsty him being immortal is

He is "there’s no heat death of the universe and the earth exists forever way" immortal, but he's NOT INVINCIBLE! He is still capable to being killed.

@angelikis1 ha chiesto: HI!! 😁 I'M A BIG FAN OF YOUR COMICS!! also i have a question: are we ever gonna see any of MK's clones?

Eh, not for now.

@5hiny5tar-ceph ha chiesto: Heyyyyy!!!! So! I've really liked this last ep (almost made me cry ngl-) But- Shouldn't Pigsy and Tang spend more time with Xiaotian know that they know that he's immortal, and have more moments as a family, instead of doing that cooking activity with Wukong and Mac (like, I get why but still- (no offense))? Or do they just make this activity when Xiaotian is not around (Maybe hanging out with Mei or Red Son I dunno-)?

MK was with Mei when they did this.

@purplemango26 ha chiesto: Random question, but this popped up into my head a few seconds ago. Since you know and watch Lego Monkid Kid and even have an amazing au of it, I'm curious. Do you also know/watch Ninjago? Considering the whole thing with the switch of animation for Lego Monkie Kid from Flying Bark to Wild Brain who just happened to animate Ninjago, I want to know if you have at any point watched the series and or movie. By the way, huge thanks for all that you've done for feeding the LMK community. You are my top 1 provider of Shadowpeach content so I hope that you'll stay nice and healthy in the long run 💜 It's amazing how consistent you are when staying on schedule!

I watched Ninjago when I was a kid, but like only up to the 6th season (yes, I know, I'm very much behind). I also saw the movie

@roonotrue ha chiesto: Hi, Kyri!! This is my first ask on your blog, but I was just curious, with your ShadowPeach Bio Parents AU, what are your height headcanons for all the characters?? I've been trying to find some to use as reference for some of my own Ao3 fanfics/what everyone generally seems to agree on, and I figured since you're literally my favorite lmk artist, I'd ask for your headcanons!! (Idk if maybe you've answered something like this before, so feel free to ignore it you have, lol) Okie, thank you for your time, and I love your art a lot, and I'm super excited for the next update, okay byeeeee-

I'm not gonna list all the character, just the main ones, also I'm using the international metric scale because I'm a normal human being.

Macaque: 180cm

Wukong: 175cm

MK: 166cm

Mei: 172cm

Red Son (glamoured): 179cm

Red Son (True Form): 205cm

Tang: 178cm

Pigsy: 140cm

@peanut-with-wifi-access ha chiesto: Would you be okay with people writing their own sequels/continuations of the shadowpeach bio parent au when it eventually ends?

yeah sure, as long as you credit me and the au

@alastair-1205 ha chiesto: SOBBING OMFG but I also have a question lol. What exactly did MK mean when he asked Nezha to "check his aura"? As in like see if he's immortal or something else? I'm just a bit confused lol

yes it was for his immortality

@roseltelle ha chiesto: I'm curious in a universe where Wukong raised Mk when would macaque have met mk?

there are several fics exploring this concept, like A Son of Two Dads or Squished Apricots. Some of them consider that Macaque knew from almost the beginning, in others Macaque discover it after they met in the show.

@internet-grab-my-tumblr ha chiesto: So i have a baby monkie OC, but I’ve never been able to decide how to start it…if I were to, I’m, use your AU as a springboard (after all this nonsense Nuwa decides to give the monkies an apology gift in the form of a child they can actually raise together), would this be okay? It would you prefer any fics inspired by your work leave out OCs?

you can use your OC as long as you credit the AU part you want to use in your story.

@lagt-trinket-box ha chiesto: Sorry to bother But are you gonna create a thread of all the redraws of the art event road from parenthood? Just asking because I am curious to see more people redraws!

I’ll try to reblog as many as I can!

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Is mei gonna be the maid of honor for spicynoodles wedding 🥰🥰? High chance she will be 🐉

of course!

@shay-bug ha chiesto: Hi! Sorry to bother you, but would it be possible if you could make car stickers for your shadowpeach bio parents au? You don't have too I just thought it would be cool since I got a new car Also, I thought I read a while back that you said after shadowpeach bio parents au comic you were might make a sonadow comic? Is that true, or did I make it up in my head? Even if you changed your plans, I'm sure the next comic you make is going to be wonderful! I love you work! Sending lost of kudos! Also, at this point, I think the shadowpeach bio parents au is a graphic novel, lol.

unfortunately RedBubble doesn’t have the option for car decals….

@darker-moon ha chiesto: are panel compilations allowed in the new shadowpeach bio-parents takeover?? i have zero talent and zero time to do anything else :'D

up to 10 panels yes.

@shadowlilly101 ha chiesto: So was she going to put mk into the piller or was she saying that if wukong had gotten mk he would have died

that if Wukong would have found it in one way or the other also heaven would have noticed.

@domo-fan1 ha chiesto: I love that Wukong acknowledges that whole yes they were happy in the past, it wasn't exactly healthy. And when they met again after years, they weren't happy but it was more healthy just because they weren't holding back their thoughts as much. True, it was mostly negative but honestly is nice. But!! As they move forward as a couple, they have to leave the past behind as it's nice but it's riddled with problems of the variety and that the future should be better. Also I feel like they'll be that sickening sweet couple every now and then, before returning to typically them. But their sweet moments are just so random that just makes everyone around facepalm. I mean we already saw them do that when they free fall in the sky to kiss. If MK follows in their footsteps, Redson is gonna have speed run in adjusting lol.

poor redson he’s going to print a tshirt that says “do not interrupt him, or else” since MK is never gonna let him go and will remain climbed to his man 24/7

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: I'm confused though. Wasn't MK a kid, not a baby, when he ended up at Pigsy's Noodles? Also, I love your Shadowpeach Bio Parents au comic series! You are one of my favorite artists ever Kyri! If you are open to suggestions, I have an idea for an au you can make after you complete this one. How about an au where Macaque was never brought back to life by LBD and was instead reincarnated. Obviously with the ships Shadowpeach, Spicynoodles, and Freenoodles

he is around 3 years old, he looks much smaller because Guanyin is wayy taller than a normal human being.

also I’m 70% sure I read a fic about that.

@raspberrymixin ha chiesto: O k we've got kai in the fray of spicy noodles child but what about Nya? His sister? I have an idea for her to me like Mei's adoptive child? And them growing up be be close as siblings? Cuz you know nya is the water ninja and Mei's family blood line are Chinese water dragons - just a thought- It's okay if you don't answer

yes Nya is Mei child and the two of them are so close that they consider themself siblings, much like MK and Mei.

@green000moth ha chiesto: Do You plan to do more spicy scenes in Shadowpeach biologic parents au?

nope

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: I'm a spicynoodles shipper now and I blame you <3

good

@fanficmaniatic ha chiesto: I mean this in the best possible way but the way you draw Macaque makes me want to hit him rEALLY hard in the facee with a commically large harmer. It activates my cute agression in the worst possible way I need to smash his head. I undertand JTTW Wukong on a molecular level. It wasnt a fight, It was cute agression.

when I draw Macaque I get hit by a comically large hammer because In realise I will never get a man like him.

@shadowlilly101 ha chiesto: He can hear and see the past and show others?

yesss

@king-ryuusei ha chiesto: okay. So first off, i LOVE this serie. Always excited for every chapter drop ! Your art is amazing, love what you did. now on to my question : how does Chaos energy does exactly in your au ? (Went on the lmk wiki and the lack of explication of what it dies exacly is criminal) so could you explain to us what exactly it does ? Pretty Please ? (PS: i know i said it once but i love the comic. Can’t believe we're almost at the end. Hope you have a great day/night. Byeeee!)

i’ll redirect you to THIS post

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Envelop Me

Summary: Messmer begins to worry when he realizes he hasn't seen you at all today. Rushing to your chambers, he realizes that you're just on your period and need some comfort.

Spoilers for Elden Ring and Shadow of the Erdtree. No warnings, per usual. Just my boi being soft and caring for a fem! reader on her period.

Messmer lovers, I've brought an appetizer!

This fic was requested by anonymous! The request was, "Consider: Messmer x reader on their period, he's like a very large heat pack". GENIUS IDEA. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you like it :D

My requests are indeed open! I'm going to get started on my next request as soon as I post this, so be on the lookout for a new fic in the next few days.

Anywho, please enjoy! Thank you all for reading, liking, reblogging, and commenting on my works! Each and every one makes me wanna kick my feet and giggle fr.

Messmer was beginning to worry about you. Half the day had passed already and he hadn’t seen you out of your chambers. Normally, you’d make your way to him soon after you’d finished breakfast. Even if you planned on spending the day pouring over documents and books in his storehouse, you’d pay him a visit before departing. This was unusual behavior for you. Had he done something to upset you? Did you fall ill overnight? Surely not the latter; his servants would inform him right away of your state and would have taken you to the infirmary.

He decided that he couldn’t sit and wait on his throne for you anymore. He would come to your chambers himself and see what was preventing you from visiting him. Quickly making his way out of his dark chamber, he startles the Fire Knights standing guard outside his door. Taking the steps down two at a time and rushing through the hallways towards your quarters, he notices one of your usual servants standing worried outside your door. Noticing his presence, she bows and steps aside for him to enter.

“Has she come out of her chambers today?” Messmer tries to keep his voice even despite the uncertainty coursing through his veins like fire.

She shakes her head. “No, my Lord. I brought breakfast to her, per usual, and she only ate a little. I asked if she required assistance getting dressed, but she dismissed me and told me she wished to spend the day in bed.”

“And why was this not reported to me?” His eye narrows and the servant shrinks into herself. She looks like she wishes she could dissipate into thin air.

“Sincerest apologies, my Lord. I figured she simply wished to remain alone today. I asked if she was feeling ill, and she said that she was just very tired.”

He sighs. Sometimes, you would prefer to stay in bed all day, but you would come to Messmer’s chambers and you two would laze around together. He cannot recall a time where you would prefer to be alone. 

He sighs. “I understand. I will see what bothers her so.”

The servant bows and scurries off, leaving him alone before your door. Never before has he been so afraid to see you. With shaking hands, he raps on your door three times. He hears a faint shuffling of sheets coming from within the room.

“Yes?” He takes immense comfort in the fact that you are responding.

“Beloved, may I come in? I wish to see thee.”

He hears your voice quiver. “I am afraid I don’t feel very well today. I’m not sure I would make good company, My Lord.” 

“Whatever is the matter? Dost thou require a healer?” His snakes wrap themselves tighter around his frame, also worried for your wellbeing. They nose at your door, eager to see you.

“No, my love. I’m okay.” Your words come out strained, and his anxiety increases tenfold.

“I wish to see thee with my own eyes to ensure thy good health. Please, my beloved.” He would get on his knees and beg for you to let him in if he had to. He would do anything to know you were alright.

There is a beat of silence before you respond. “Come in.”

He opens the door so fast he almost twists the door off its hinges. He enters swiftly and closes the door, striding over to your side in hurried steps that echo off the marble floors. Messmer’s snakes incline themselves forward and it almost seems like they’re racing him to get to you first. When he arrives at your bedside, the sight he sees makes his heart drop.

You are wrapped in your sheets and comforter with sweat adorning your forehead. You wince in pain and he notices that you are curled in on yourself. You look at him with tired eyes and give him a small smile. His snakes flick their tongues into the air and they taste a hint of blood. Your blood. Messmer erupts in fury and his mind races a mile a minute. His serpents coil and hiss, looking around the room wildly for your attacker.

“What has happened? Who hast dared to hurt thee?!” He roars, summoning his spear. “Tell me now, beloved, and I will ensure they never cause thee pain again.” His voice bounces off the walls of your chamber and he is sure the entire keep can hear him, but he cannot bring himself to care.

You reach weakly for his hand and he immediately takes it, clutching it tightly. You feel the heat radiating off of him. You know you need to calm him down, and soon, lest he burn your favorite blanket to ash.

“No one has hurt me, my love. I’m alright.”

“My serpents smelled thy blood in the air. Who hast hurt thee so?” 

“Messmer, I’m on my period. Nobody hurt me.” You wince in pain once again.

He can’t believe he didn’t realize that sooner. In his defense, he thought someone had hurt his sweet consort.

“I see.” He gingerly sits down on the bed beside your crumpled form, still holding your hand. “I apologize if I frightened thee.” 

“It’s okay.” You squeeze his hand in reassurance. “You… do know what a period is, yes?”

He raises his brow. “Thou thinkest me a child?”

“No, not at all, I just didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, lightning licks up your spine and radiates throughout your back. You curl in on yourself tighter and breathe heavily.

Messmer’s eye flicks wildly over your covered body. “What wouldst thou have me do? I refuse to stand idly by while thou suffers.”

“Can you come lay with me, please? I just want you to hold me.” Your sweet request has his heart fluttering in his chest.

Wordlessly, he walks over to the other side of the large bed and climbs in. He doesn’t want to ask you to move when you are clearly in so much pain. He shuffles over to you and pulls the blanket up to cover you both. He hovers next to you, unsure of how to hold you. He’s terrified of hurting you on accident.

You roll over and scoot closer to him, your body protesting the sudden movement. You lay your head on his chest and try to get comfortable on your side.

“How dost thou feel now?” He strokes your hair tentatively.

“A little better.” You continue to shift against him.

He sighs and tilts your chin up so you meet his gaze. It’s loving and tender. “Wouldst thou be comfortable laying on top of me?”

“I think so.”

He gently lifts your body until you are completely sprawled out on top of him on your stomach with your head in the middle of his chest. He places a large hand on your back and you feel immediate relief. Between the warmth of his body pressed against yours and his hand on your back, your muscles slowly begin to relax.

“You’re so warm…” You mumble into his chest.

“Dost thou require me to move? Have I made thee too warm?” His voice is laced with concern.

“No. It feels wonderful.” You nuzzle your head into him and sigh, content. He smiles and places a light kiss to the top of your head. His serpents nip at the blanket and pull it over you, then carefully wind over your shoulders and lie down.

“Why didst thou not send for me?” He traces small circles into your lower back. “I grew worried at your absence.”

“I’m sorry. I just felt like I wouldn’t be good company like this.”

“So thou would rather toil in isolation?”

“That’s very funny coming from you, my love.”

He rolls his eye. “Perhaps I am not the best example to live by when one is in such pain, but I wish to be of comfort, just as thou has been for me. I wish to care for thee, my beloved.”

You lean your head up to look at him and press a kiss to his lips. His cheeks redden from the simple gesture, as they always do. “You care for me plenty.”

“I am glad thou thinkest so.”

You shake your head and smile at him. “I know so. I refuse to hear anymore doubts from you.”

“Thou’rt demanding indeed, but I shall not stand against thy wishes, my Lady.”

You chuckle at him. “I also refuse to get up for another few hours.”

“Being late for dinner does not sound like thee.”

Your stomach grumbles at the mention of dinner, and Messmer laughs. 

“How much of the day did I spend wallowing away in misery?”

“About half. Dinner is not far away.”

“Good. I’m starving.”

A comfortable silence encompasses you both and all you can hear are your shared breaths. Messmer lazily flicks his wrist and your fireplace sparks to life. The flames hum and sway side-to-side, dancing. The black tendrils delicately wind their way up and around the flame in almost hypnotizing movements. You’ve always found Messmer’s fire to be beautiful.

You could stay here forever, wrapped in silk sheets and cozy blankets with your lover. His dominant hand caresses your back with feather-light touches and it lulls you into a drowsy haze. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Messmer?” Your voice is serene and quiet.

“Yes, beloved?”

“Do you think we could have dinner in bed? I don’t want to get up.”

He laughs genuinely, a sound you’ve grown to love. It makes you smile to see him happy and carefree. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“You might have to wake me.”

“Though it pains me to disturb thy slumber, I shall, just for thee. Now, rest.” He brings his other hand to your hair and runs his nails across your scalp, making you shiver and relax even further into him.

“You spoil me.” 

“I know.”

There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you.