#birthday big bang

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YOU KNOW WHAT I CHANGED MY MIND I'd like to see Marinette's reaction to finding Luka's notebook and finding out he's written her name all over its pages (all surrounded by hearts of course) 👀

I was having a tough time with this one until @rierse did a little drawing for me. She was kind enough to let me use it and I've embedded it in the story here but please, please make sure you follow the link to her original post and give her the love she deserves for it!

Doodles and Daydreams

It had been one of those days again. Marinette felt like she’d been running nonstop since she got out of bed. There had been the student council meeting this morning, and then an akuma right after lunch, and then she’d barely managed to sneak past M. d’Argencourt on her way back in. 

Her mind was still going in thirty different directions as she packed up her things, and she almost forgot that she needed to talk to Juleka in her hurry to get out of the door. Marinette stopped and turned as soon as she remembered, but apparently stop-turn-step was too much for her frazzled brain to combine at that moment.

Her toe caught the carpet and she tripped up the stairs. The bag looped over her shoulder went flying, spilling books and papers and colored pencils everywhere. “Oh,” Marinette sighed in exasperation as she got up. Alya and Adrien were already out of their seats, picking up her dropped things. Marinette thanked them distractedly as she picked up the books nearest her, and then she froze as she saw a notebook lying open on the steps, right at Lila’s feet. 

The words “Marinette Couffaine” were plainly visible, along with hearts and flowers and—Marinette’s heart leapt into her throat as Lila grinned slowly, and got up to pick up the notebook, as if she were just helping Marinette out too. 

“Oh, how cute!” Lila crooned, and Marinette’s heart went from her throat to her stomach. “Marinette, you have a crush on Luka? That’s so sweet! Don’t you think so, Adrien?” She waved the open notebook in Adrien’s direction. He stared back blankly for a moment and then smiled. 

“I think it’s great. Luka’s a great guy.” 

“Oh, how sweet,” Mylene said, clasping her hands before turning to grab Ivan’s hand. “Don’t you think so? They’d make such a cute couple!”

“But I thought Marinette liked—” Kim began, before Alya shoved an elbow in his gut. “Ow!”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Ivan agreed cheerfully, oblivious. 

Alix took the notebook from Lila and looked at it, then groaned. “Come on, Marinette, you couldn’t go five minutes without a new crush? Can you please just confess this time and save us all a lot of suffering?”

Marinette’s face burned, and she leapt up the steps to snatch the notebook back from Alix. She darted a glance at Juleka, who was staring silently, her visible eye round and her hand hovering in front of her mouth. Rose had her hands clasped by her cheek, obviously lost in romantic daydreams. 

“Who’s Luka?” Kim asked, scratching his head. “Do we know him?” 

“That’s your brother, right Juleka?” Lila drawled, turning innocent eyes to look at Juleka before she laid a thoughtful finger to her lips. “I hope that doesn’t bother you. I’m sure Marinette wouldn’t make friends with you just to cozy up to your brother.” 

Juleka looked paler than usual and mumbled something incoherent.

“Well, it’s time for me to head home,” Marinette declared, her voice higher pitched than usual as she grabbed her bag and shoved the notebook inside, along with the other belongings Adrien and Alya had gathered up for her. “I’ll see you all tomorrow, hahaha! Bye!” 

She fled the classroom, ignoring Alya’s calls for her to wait. She didn’t want to talk about this with anyone right now, not even Alya. Not until she’d had a moment to herself to think.

She ran all the way to the bakery and straight up to her room. She closed the trap door and sat on it, burying her hands in her hair as she muffled a scream into her knees. 

Tikki popped out of her purse and came to pat her arm. “I’m sure it’ll be okay, Marinette. Nobody told Adrien about your crush for the longest time! I know you’re embarrassed but—”

“No, no, Tikki, you don’t understand,” Marinette moaned. She moved into a cross-legged pose and grabbed her bag, digging through it until she pulled out the dark blue notebook that had caused all the trouble. “This isn’t mine,” she said, flipping open the cover to show the name there to Tikki. “It’s Luka’s .” 

Tikki just floated there, seemingly speechless. Marinette opened the notebook. It fell to the same page in her hands as it had in the classroom.

Artwork by @rierse

Despite her distress, Marinette couldn’t help but smile. She never would have guessed Luka was a doodler. It made sense, though, he was so used to his guitar that she could imagine he needed something to do with his hands when he couldn’t play. 

He’d clearly been working on something at first; the carefully drawn staffs on the page had music notes and various notations, but he must have gotten bored because halfway down the page his music notes turned into little hearts. Then below that was…her name. Marinette blushed, tilting the cover of the book up just a little so that nobody could see over the top of it. She was alone, of course, nobody was there to look but Tikki, who already knew, but—she felt suddenly self-conscious, looking at her name surrounded by hearts and music in Luka’s notebook. She couldn’t even attempt to convince herself that he might mean some other Marinette, since a passable imitation of her signature flowers were doodled next to the name, the centers accented in pink glitter pen. That made her giggle a little bit. 

“You know he likes you, Marinette,” Tikki reminded her, pointing to some familiar words at the bottom of the page. Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody… Tikki sighed at the memory, and Marinette smiled self-consciously. 

There were other little doodles, too. There was a picture of Sass, his Kitty Section mask (the lightning bolt done in that same pink glitter pen), and…a little face with pigtails. More flowers. The ladybug doodle made her pulse jump, but she reasoned he had been thinking about heroes, since Sass was there too. It didn’t mean anything. 

And there in the middle of the page, Marinette Couffaine , written with little hearts around it.

Marinette hid her face in the book and groaned. “What am I going to do?” she whispered. She had found the notebook under her chaise, and had meant to give it to Juleka at school to return to Luka, but of course she couldn’t manage even something that simple without the universe deciding to screw with her. 

Her phone pinged, and Marinette set the notebook aside to pull it out and tell Alya to leave her alone.

The message wasn’t from Alya, though. It was from Luka. 

Hi Marinette. Juleka told me what happened. I’m so sorry. Can we talk? 

Marinette bit her lip, and fidgeted as she thought it over. Finally, she texted back, I think that would be a good idea. Can I come over in a bit?  

***

Luka was pacing the living room, chewing on a thumbnail, when Marinette came down the Liberty’s stairs. Marinette thought she had never seen him so nervous. Juleka was nowhere to be seen, but the door to their cabin was closed. 

“Marinette, I’m so sorry,” he began as soon as he saw her, and whatever embarrassment she still felt over the whole thing was instantly buried under concern for him. He was pale and his hair was mussed. “I never meant—” 

“Luka, it wasn’t your fault,” Marinette interrupted. “You left it in my room and I put it in my bag so Juleka could bring it back to you. It’s not your fault I’m clumsy. It was just bad luck. And then Lila had to go and grab it and wave it around in front of everybody. I’m really sorry.” 

“It is my fault,” Luka insisted. “I shouldn’t have been so careless with it. And I shouldn’t—” He stopped, putting a hand over his face. 

“Shouldn’t be a normal teenager?” Marinette asked teasingly, slipping her arm through his and tugging him over to the couch. “Luka, after all the embarrassing things I’ve done in the name of a crush, I’m the last person to judge you.” 

Luka sighed as he let her coax him to sit with her. “Still, it’s different when it’s about you . I mean, when you see someone writing those things about you. Especially when everybody sees.” He bit his thumbnail again and grimaced. “I started painting my nails so I would quit doing that,” he muttered, rubbing his finger over the chipped polish on the abused thumbnail. 

Marinette took his hand and tried to think of some way to make him feel better. She pulled the notebook out of her bag and set it on the couch between them. “Really, I’m not mad. Except that you never told me you could draw,” she teased. “You did a pretty good job on the flowers.”

She was delighted to see his cheeks tint pink and his eyes come up to meet hers at last. “I’ve had a bit of practice,” he admitted with a shamefaced grin. “And you wear them on practically everything, so…” Luka shrugged, ducking his head a little further. “I’ve seen them a lot,” he finished lamely, and then groaned and buried his face in his hands. Now that he was reassured that she wasn’t angry at him, embarrassment seemed to be taking over. 

“Just kill me,” he muttered, with something so like a whine that Marinette had to giggle. 

“How many times have I said that to you,” she teased, bumping his shoulder with hers. “And you never did. Now you can suffer.” 

Luka laughed and dropped his hands from his face, only to put them both in his hair and ruffle it vigorously, tugging at it a bit before he finally let them drop in his lap. Marinette bit her lip; his cheeks were still pink and his ears were flaming . It was kind of adorable. 

“Any more questions?” he asked, with a sigh.

“The pink?” she asked shyly, and Luka shrugged, looking away though he grinned.

“Rose is always leaving stuff on the boat. I’ve got a few of her pens that got mixed up in my things, and I never remember to give them back. They’ve actually come in handy in class a couple times when I wanted to mark an important note.”  He drew a slow breath in, and let it out, fingertips tapping together between his knees. “I’m really sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” he said in a rush. “I—I mean, you know, how I feel about you. And this,” he gestured with the notebook and then tossed it aside. “It’s just daydreams. I obviously never meant for you to see any of that, and—” 

Marinette put a hand on his arm, cutting him off. “Luka, don’t apologize for your private thoughts. I’m sorry that me seeing them has made you feel bad.” Even if he was kind of adorable, unusually flustered and…vulnerable. She felt a pang of conscience; Luka put so much of himself out there, and it must be absolutely mortifying for the things he chose to keep to himself to be exposed like this. 

“They, um.” She cleared her throat and twined her fingers together in her lap. “They all thought I did it. Wrote that stuff, I mean. My, um. My name like that. With yours. We don’t have to tell anyone it was you.” 

Luka looked at her sharply. “But—” he began, and Marinette didn’t want to hear what she knew he was going to say. 

“No, seriously, it’s fine.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t mind. If everyone knows I like you. And that I’m over Adrien now. I’m okay with that.” 

Luka stared at her. 

Marinette cleared her throat. “I mean,” she began, and her voice trembled a little. Luka grabbed her hand, and she went on quickly, “I would look a lot less stupid if we were dating. Instead of another pointless Marinette crush. Just, um. Putting that out there.” 

“Then I guess,” Luka said slowly, like he still wasn’t sure what was going on, “We better go on a date. Wednesday?” 

Marinette giggled. “Friday would be more traditional.” 

“Couffaine,” he reminded her, squeezing her hand. “Besides, I can’t wait that long. I’ll meet you at the steps?”

Marinette nodded. “You better hold my hand. You know, so people will see.”

“I can do that,” he agreed. “I think letting go might be harder though.” 

“Well, you have until Wednesday to figure out how to explain that to my parents,” Marinette giggled, and Luka laughed, a full, rich laugh that was a little higher pitched than usual. 

“This can’t be happening,” he muttered, running his free hand through his hair. 

Feeling unusually bold, Marinette leaned up and cupped his cheek, and pressed her lips to his. He made a noise that she could only call a squeak and she giggled against his lips. 

“That was not convincing,” he said breathlessly, eyes bright and focused entirely on her in a way that made her shiver. 

Marinette grinned. “You try it then.” 

He pounced on her, both hands curling behind her head, and kissed her until she was dizzy from it, before finally sitting back to look at her in wonder. 

“See?” Marinette teased, turning her face into one of his palms. “You let go after all.”

“Did I?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear. “It doesn’t feel that way.” 

They both turned to look as the door to Luka and Juleka’s bedroom creaked open. Juleka peeked out, and seeing them so close with Luka’s hands on her face, and probably both smiling like idiots, she came all the way out.

“So when’s the wedding, Marinette Couffaine?” she mumbled shyly, but with a teasing grin growing on her face..

Luka threw the notebook at her, and she dodged, cackling. The siblings flipped each other off as Juleka went up the stairs, and Luka turned back to Marinette.

“Just so we’re clear,” he said, fighting a grin. “I’m totally negotiable on the name thing.”

AO3 Works | Fiction Master Post 

[pocketwei]

05.09.23 ⚔️

[millenniumscreampuff]

He. It's him.

[bloomenvogel]

Another attempt at wooing Amy 🤭

I love my parenta so much heehee.

Because i like indulging myself, i just imagined that I took this photo of them.

[pollyannawog]

What_I'm_Made_Of

Chapters: 7/7

Word Count: 15,920

Summary:

"His mouth still felt numb, but that was okay. He didn’t need it to escape. He raised a hand to give the doctor a peace sign, only to freeze still when a metallic limb swung into his field of vision. Sonic jolted, mind focusing in on the perceived threat, confused when it stopped moving as he did. Slowly, carefully he flexed his fingers, horror creeping through his non-existent veins as he watched the movement mirrored by the claws. He… knew that hand. The numbers in his mind came faster, blaring some sort of warning as the strange feeling of panic without a heartbeat became known to him as he looked down, taking in the sight of familiar blue paint. Not a quill or strand of fur in sight. He was… he was…" After an experiment gone wrong, Sonic and Metal Sonic wake up to find themselves in the other's body. For one, it is a dream come true. For the other, their worst nightmare made horribly real. But as it turns out, things might not be quite as simple for the either of them.

My piece for the 2024 Sonic the Hedgehog Big Bang!!! Featuring art by the lovely and talented @sonlc, @karma-creations, @just-honey-dewd, and @wewour! This was such an awesome experience, please go and check them out and the other works on the @sthbigbang blog!

[spiritofrainbursts]

I Still Fall for You (Like Suns do for Skies)

Cerulean Pouring in from your eyes

Just a hollow moon that you colorized

So powerful I feel so small But so alive

Like watching the Earthrise

> Earthrise by Starset

“Sh-shadow...Shadow was the comet and I...I was always the sun."

> Sonic from I Still Fall for You (Like Suns do for Skies), a @sthbigbang 2024 exclusive fanfic by @sweetredbeans

Additional content by @encodedkismet

and the spectacular @superemeralds

Backdrops created by yours truly @spiritofrainbursts

Happy Pride Month and have a wonderful 33rd Sonicversary to one and all from yours truly, Rayne! 🌈💖 I'll post an update as well as provide my full thoughts on my teams works momentarily. As for everyone else who participated I look forward to checking out your work when I can ☺️

[phoenixesse]

Here's my entry for the @sthbigbang! I had a super fun time writing this fic and collaborating with three incredible artists in the process! Please check out their work!

@pand1on >>> Here!

@thewiredgalaxy >>> Here!

@transzsonix >>> Here!

Summary:

As a child, Lancelot du Lac vies to cement himself. Spurred by his mother, he travels far for an unimaginable chance. However, instead of glory and reverence, Lancelot finds another boy, one who will surely change his fate in a way he cannot yet comprehend.

Many years later, in a vastly different time, Sonic the Hedgehog is caught with a whisper of nagging familiarity for something he's never experienced. All of his questions only lead to more confusion about a past he may or may not be connected to, and to a possible complex destiny he's not keen on carrying. But more importantly, he's not the only one curious, and going in too deep could unknowingly help or hinder the strange feelings he senses are also tied to his so-called rival, Shadow the Hedgehog.

[thefreakandthehair]

Three o’clock in the morning.

Eddie stands, both hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and shuffling from one foot to the other, on the sidewalk outside his building at three o’clock in the morning. Other disheveled, frustrated neighbors stand beside him, still unaware that they'd been pulled from their beds and couches because he’d been too lazy to walk down the three flights of stairs to smoke outside. 

It’s three o’clock in the fucking morning and Eddie wants nothing more than to get in his van and drive away, abandoning every item he owns in the process. Especially when the guy across the hall– the same one with floppy brown hair and gold flecks when the streetlight hits him just right– marches straight towards him. Tousled and sleep-rumpled, he’d look as cute as he does every afternoon coming from what Eddie assumes is work if not for the knowing look of disdain and annoyance coloring his expression. 

read the rest of you filling my cup, the sun coming up, 1.8k, mature on ao3!

[ginnyweatherby]

me today

[jade-kyo]

Sonic Big Bang is here at last!

Here’s my fic I wrote for the @sthbigbang This was a lot of work but it’s here! This was super fun to be a part of and I’m glad I got to experience it! I worked with some incredible artists so be sure to give them your support! Thank you so much for working with me, it was a blast!

Hope everyone enjoys the fic!

@true-squid (art piece)

@tealclover (art pieces)

[perlmutt-perl]

For what Good is a Man

Art: @perlmutt-perl Fic: @atoastbw

Summary:

It's Tony birthday, but despite it being his special day, he's filled with uncharacteristic self-doubt. Luckily, he has his friends and family to cheer him up. In particular, his husband is more than happy to prove his love for him, in more ways than one.

For the Reverse Big Bang 2023, organized by @cap-ironman. I had the great pleasure of working with ATOASTBW, who's not only a great author but also a lovely human to be around. I'm happy to have a found a friend in them. 💙

Happy belated birthday Tony Stark! 💙✨️🎁🥰

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Lukanette prompt: Luka models for Marinette and she learns that he looks amazing in a ball gown.

Let's Rock This Runway

“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Marinette screeched. She tried not to yell at her employees, she really did, but this was not news that she could take calmly.

“She just said she had somewhere else to be and left,” her assistant said, too upset herself to be cowed by Marinette’s tone. 

Marinette wrung her hands to keep from pulling her carefully styled hair. “She’s the finale piece! It’s the lynchpin of the entire show, I can’t pull it! We—we have to put one of the other models in it, pull a different look—”

“There’s no time! Even if we tried, none of the other models is tall enough!”

“How could she just leave?” Marinette moaned. “This can’t be happening. It—it has to be sabotage, or something, a showcase model doesn’t just leave—”

“I’ll do it.” 

Marinette jumped and whirled at the voice behind her, and then looked up into Luka’s serious face. “W-what?” she stammered.

“I’ll do it.” He took a step back from her and pulled his shirt over his head. “I live with Juleka, I know the drill. I’ve helped coach her for years. I’ll wear it. You don’t have anybody else, right?” Luka grinned at her. “Time to make it work.” 

Marinette stared at him as he dropped the shirt and began unfastening his jeans. Mercifully he stopped there, waiting for her answer. 

“B-but your publicist—” she began, trying not to stare at the bright pink boxers peeking out from his open fly. He wasn’t even part of the show, he was only back here because he was her friend, and what would his agent think about his rising rock star wearing a ballgown in a highly publicized fashion show?

“They can deal. That's their job, after all.” Luka raised his eyebrows and sat down on a nearby chair to pull off his combat boots. “Well? Clock’s ticking.” He said it kindly, but Marinette knew he was right. She glanced at the clock and panic resurged. 

Marinette looked at him, and at the dress, and back, mind racing. It could work, she realized. The laced corset bodice meant there wouldn't be any problem with a zipper. The dress was sleeveless so Luka’s arms, which though lean sported far more muscle than Annie’s, wouldn't be a problem, nor his broader shoulders. Obviously Luka didn't have anything to fill the top out, but really, neither did Annie, so it shouldn't be a big deal. 

And really, what choice did she have?

“Let's do it,” she decided, motioning frantically to her dressers. They brought the dress over, and Marinette quickly turned to her assistant as Luka shimmied out of his jeans. “Get me a makeup kit and send Gerrold over here now. Threaten him, bribe him, I don’t care. Luka!” she called over her shoulder. “Can you walk in heels?” The hem was going to be too short for him no matter what they did, there was no way around that except to own it. 

“Better than you,” came Luka’s teasing reply, and Marinette rolled her eyes, still keeping her back to him. “Tell Yvette your shoe size. Yvette, get him the highest heels you can find that can match the dress. You know what, get a backup pair of flats too, I don’t want to deal with his agent if he breaks an ankle. Make sure he can walk in the high ones and if he looks unsteady, put him in the flats.” 

“How’s it look, boss?” called one of her dressers, and Marinette turned around. The full skirt of the princess style ballgown poofed out dramatically, just as it was mean to, and the corset molded to Luka’s torso as Devine laced it up in the back. Luka’s broad shoulders actually emphasized the narrow waist, making the silhouette even more dramatic, and he had enough muscle in his chest that the front didn’t gape. 

He looked…really good, actually. The deep red of the dress looked fantastic against his darkly tanned skin. Gerrod had arrived and was busy applying product, gelling Luka’s hair into an artistic mess that would mesh well with her other models, while giving him an androgynous look. 

“Makeup,” her assistant said at her elbow, and Marinette took the kit from her, reaching over the wide skirt to hand the kit to Luka. 

“I know you can do it faster than me,” she told him. “Just don’t get any on the dress.” The dressers were already frantically draping him in scrap fabric to keep Gerrold’s products from dripping. Luka went to work on his face, and Marinette turned away for a moment to make sure everything else was ready. Her other models were already lining up according to the directions of the stage crew, right behind—Lila. She was waiting for her cue but Marinette thought she caught a malicious smirk before Lila disappeared through the curtains. 

Marinette pressed her lips together. She was willing to bet every garment in the show that Lila had paid off Annie to leave early, or something similar. 

Underestimating Marinette, as always. 

She was so lucky to have people she could depend on. Marinette checked the other models, made a few last minute adjustments, whispered a few words of encouragement where they seemed to be needed, and then turned back to check on Luka. 

He was walking towards her, carefully holding out the full skirt, navigating the high black pumps Yvette had found for him with an ease that justified his confidence. His hair was side-swept and tousled perfectly, giving him a touch of androgyny that he had leaned into with his makeup work. Even so, he was every inch a man, and not really what she had intended for this look, but…

But it looked good. He looked good. His painted lips parted in a smirk as he saw her approving look. “Told you,” he teased. “Your clothes look good on anyone.” 

“I think it might just be that anything looks good on you,” Marinette said, hands reaching out to adjust the fall of the fabric across his chest, and smooth imaginary flaws from the skirt. “Thanks so much for doing this, Luka.”

Luka’s hands caught hers. “Hey. Anything for you, you know that.” He smiled as she met his eyes. “It’ll be okay, Marinette. I promise.” 

She couldn’t help believing him when he looked at her like that. Marinette raised his hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles. Luka took his place in line and Marinette ran to obey the stage hands directions, barely keeping her grip on the microphone he handed her before shoving her out on stage.

Somehow, Marinette managed to announce her line—for once her insistence on over-rehearsing was justified. The crowd applauded, and Marinette fled back behind the curtain as the music started. She had to force herself to watch the monitor instead of the line of models behind her. 

Marinette’s heart leapt into her throat as Luka stomped onto the runway as confidently as any model she’d ever seen. The crowd went totally silent for several full seconds before cheers and applause erupted. Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall, Marinette chanted in her head as Luka made his way down the runway. She held her breath as he did his pose-and-turn, staring into the camera with eyes so intense the dress almost seemed redundant. Marinette’s heart skipped a beat and she watched Luka’s mostly-bare back ripple under the lights as he walked back. 

Then he was backstage again, and extending a hand to her. Marinette barely had the presence of mind to take it (God he towered over her in those heels) and join the models on their final walk. 

“Smile,” Luka whispered urgently, just as they stepped out together on the runway. They followed the line of models, still hand in hand, Marinette belatedly remembering to wave to the audience and cameras—

And then it was over. They were all backstage again in a confused mass as the stage hands tried to herd them out of the way for the next line of models. 

Marinette kept an iron grip on Luka’s hand until they were back in their own dressing area. The dressers swept in and began undressing the models and calling instructions. Marinette found herself and Luka left alone in a little eddy of calm for a moment. 

“Are you all right?” Luka asked her, cupping her cheek with his free hand. “You look like you might pass out.”

“I might,” Marinette said faintly, and then she threw herself at Luka, bursting into tears. 

“Woah,” he caught her, stumbling for the first time in his heels. She felt him shrink as he stepped out of them, and wrapped his arms around her. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, you made it. Don’t drip makeup all over this dress. Someone very important to me worked really hard on it,” he teased gently. He reached around her to grab a tissue from a vanity and dabbed at her face. 

The tears went as quickly as they came and Marinette caught his hand. “Luka you were amazing,” she told him. “Thank you so much, you have no idea—well, yes you do, but I—oh, Luka!” Reaching up, she grabbed his face and pulled him down to slam her mouth against his, heedless that she was crushing the skirt of his gown. Her mouth slid on the slickness of his lipstick, but he quickly adjusted to meet her. His arms slid down and under her butt to lift her up against him. Marinette wrapped her legs against his waist and buried her hands in his hair before she remembered his back and shoulders were uncovered, and her hands slid down to trace the muscles gone hard with the effort of holding her up. 

It was the first time the tabloids would be right about her making out with one of her models after the show. The incongruous thought made her break away from Luka to giggle. 

“It’s a shame you can’t model for me again,” she said breathlessly. “You’re really, really good at it.” 

“I might be persuaded,” Luka rasped, and cleared his throat. 

“Nope,” Marinette shook her head. “Not possible. I don’t date my employees.” 

She barely had time to see his grin before he was kissing her again. 

AO3 Works | Fiction Master Post 

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRYAN SAFI!!!

[random-nerd-posts]

I'M 23 TODAY!

It's my birthday and I'm going to hang out with my sister, mom, cousin and friend. I'm excited, so as a birthday gift to me, go follow the following blogs:

@nimona-week, @nimonabigbang, @hellaverse-events, @zyrafowe-sny, @knightofburgers, @toxix-st6, @cameron7a

And then: BE GAY DO CRIME!

[lonesomedreamereccentriclover]

Happy Birthday Kaley Cuoco!

[cutieshamybabies]

Happy birthday to our cute vixen, Amy Farrah Fowler!