#he deserves the bestest of naps

[slashersl0t]

nearly four in the morning appreciation post WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ok as far as recent readings when my insomniac ass ain't got nothing better to do before the sun's ass crack is peaking in between my window blinds, i hiiiiiiiiiiiighly recommend @cashmoneyyysstuff 's blog if you're as stupidly obsessed and in love with the one and only Bakugou mothafuckin' Katsuki as us and the many others in our; frankly atp it's likely it's true, explosion boy cult /hj

no but srsly check them out if you fiendin' for some particularly fluffy/platonic(? ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ��ˡᵃᵗᵒⁿᶦᶜ ʸᵉᵗ)/romantics or, dare i say ANGST with the adorable little pitbull/chihuahua mixed personality ridden softboy we all adore and cherish.

or don't. that's.....cool ig. anyways

LOVE YOU CASHHHH🫶🫶🫶🫶🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤😚😚😚

[*holding a very pathetically obvious plastic watergun at you*]

𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚖𝚊𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚒𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

[itty-bitty-mess]

I know Christmas is over now, but I kept thinking about holiday-themed ways to be mean to bitties. Of course you could thread ribbons through their bones and use them as decorations, just to listen to the crying and begging of your bittybones ornaments slowly trail off into nothing, maybe put a hot bulb inside them to make them glow... but then there's the more psychological side, getting them hyped up for presents and then giving them nothing because they've been bad, or giving them only terrible gifts, like a "special necklace" that's actually a shock collar, or maybe some newspaper to line their cage with or just an old sock-- stuff that makes it clear you just didn't care at all about doing anything for them for Christmas, because they're basically just a burden that gives nothing back.

OOOOOOHHH I LOVE this ideas so much!!! This sounds so fun!! Nothing better to get you in that christmas spirit than to torment your useless little bitty in every way possible lol. Here’s some more christmas themed ideas for you. I may have gotten a bit carried away with some but I hope you like them!! Happy holidays!!

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Text under the cut bc its long!

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A Softybones who finds the perfect napping spot in a stocking by the fire. However, what he doesn’t know is that the stocking has a hole at the bottom, so once he hops in, hoping to find a warm and cozy spot to enter his daily slumber, he slips through the hole and falls directly into the fire. Of course, he screeches and cries at the top of his tiny little lungs because he’s literally burning and melting, but his owners just ignore him as he burns and melts into a puddle of nothing. Once he’s finally gone, the family goes back to opening their presents, as if nothing happened

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Your Sansy has done nothing of use since you brought him home from the adoption center, and no matter what you try, he outright refuses to help in any way. He doesn’t care if he leaves a massive mess every time he enters the fridge for a snack nor cares enough to clean his gross little cage everytime he does his business.

Suddenly, you get an idea to make him useful for once. You make him an tiny angel costume - a bitty diaper, a halo made from a pipecleaner and a pair of wings made from cardstock - and forcefully dress him up against his will. Once he’s all dressed up, he’s clearly humiliated, but you’re not done yet.

Before he can protest or take off his ridiculous costume, you shove a cotton ball deep into his throat. As he chokes and tries to pluck the cottonball out of his throat, you tie up his arms and legs together with some gold ribbon. He’s immobile and helpless and is terrified of what you’ll do to him.

Finally, you hang him on the christmas tree, using his tied up arms as the hook. He squirms and tries to spit the cottonball out, but he can’t as it is way too big to do so by himself. He stops moving as much once he realizes you hung him at the highest spot on the tree, so if he managed to free himself, the fall could easily kill him. You can hear his muffled pleas and apologies, begging to be freed and let go.

But you ignore him and leave him hanging on the tree, ready to be humiliated by all your friends and family who are on their way to celebrate with you. They all point and laugh once they see him, and he spends the rest of the night being utterly ashamed and humiliated, trying not to cry.

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A spoiled and ungrateful Blueberry constantly throws tantrums every christmas everytime he opens his presents and they’re not the right color or don’t look like they do on tv. He thinks he’s entitled to others’ gifts and has been caught opening gifts that weren’t for him, defending himself by saying he deserves those too because he’s “the gweat and wovable Blueberry!! The bestest behaved bitty evah!! MWEH!!”.

This Christmas you decide you, or in this case “Santa”, wont get him anything at all, but you plan to really drive the message home to the little pest. Once you and your family are opening the presents, Blueberry screeches and cries everytime a present isn’t for him. Throwing himself on the floor, kicking and slamming his fists as he throws a fit.

At the end, once all presents are opened and gone, Blueberry is inconsolable, crying nonstop because “how dare Santa forget about him!”. You see your chance and get close to him, looking him dead in the eyes, and tell him: “Well, Santa himself told me that you’ve been such an unbearable and ungrateful little brat that he decided you’ll be on the naughty list forever, and he won’t ever bother delivering gifts for you ever again. In fact, he told me I should take away all the toys and nice things from your cage since you don’t value what you’re given.”

Cue even more crying and screeching from an utterly heartbroken Blueberry who just realized he’ll never recieve any gifts ever again. His crying increases even more once he runs to his little cage and sees all his toys, bitty furniture, water bottle and all other luxuries are completely gone.

You force him to watch as you shove all his belongings on the fireplace: his favorite bandana, his racecar bed, his favorite teddy bear, etc. All reduced to ashes. He cries and begs you to stop even getting to his kness to plead with big fats tears rolling down his cheeks.

Blueberry is inconsolable, his furniture is gone, his nice clothes are gone, his toys are gone, his fancy cage is now empty and Santa hates him forever!!! He’s never allowed to keep anything ever again and spends the rest of his life pathetically begging for his things back, and regretting his every action to the very end.

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Your Papy bitty has been nothing but a nuisance since the moment he got home. His failed attempts at helping you end up making the mess even bigger, leaving you to clean up after him and to do even more work. Everytime you want a calm and silent moment to yourself, he screeches and whines that he needs to be with you, demanding you place him near your soul immediately. You were actually close to dusting him that one time he tried helping you wrap some gifts but ended up unwrapping the ones you had already done, insisting you were doing it wrong and that he’d wrap them “the right way”. Except “the right way” ended up looking like it was made by a messy two year old.

One snowy morning, Papy hops into your bed and starts jumping nonstop on top of you, squealing about the snow and ordering you to get up to play and make a snowman with him. Although you wake up incredibly annoyed and angry at him, you get an idea. You help him get dressed into his tiny winter clothes and open the door to your backyard. He runs outside and squeals in excitement, he loves the snow!!! He makes pea-sized snowballs and a small snowman his size, he makes tons of snow angles and even builds himself a snowfort!!

All throughout, you watch him from inside the house, there’s no way you’re stepping outside at such low temperatures! You carefully close the door to the backyard, making sure to lock it as silently as possible to keep him from noticing, and go back to your warm and cozy bed, snuggling under the covers and drifting off to sleep without that annoying thing bothering you.

After hours of playing in the snow, Papy is exhausted and could really use a warm bath or some hot cocoa right about now! He goes up to the door but notices its closed, “Oh, they probably didn’t notice they locked the door!! They’re probably nearby!! Surely my dear owner would NEVER leave me alone, locked out in the snow!! Nyeh!!” He says to himself. He tries knocking the door, calling your name thinking you’ll probably hear him and let him inside.

He keeps on knocking, and as time passes the knocking gets more and more desperate. Its getting colder and darker, and Papy is growing hungrier and colder by the minute. “HUMAN!!! HEWWO??? AM HUNGWY!!! PWEASE LET INSIDE!!!” He yells, using his annoying baby voice thinking that could do the trick, but nope. You’re still cozy and comfortable in bed, deep in your slumber and having wonderful dreams, dreams were Papy gets crushed into dust multiple times nonstop.

The sky gets darker and the air gets colder, and before Papy even notices it’s already night. He’s freezing, his bones are frozen and he can’t feel his fingers or feet. He keeps knocking, more like banging, on the door, scratching and trying to pry it open. He’s desperate as his delicate bones freeze slowly and painfully. He keeps crying out your name, begging to be let in and apologizing for whatever he did that made you angry. He tries looking for other ways inside. But all windows and doors are locked.

Despite the despair, he tries not to cry to avoid his tears from freezing and sticking to his face. He tries getting as close to the door as possible, hoping to feel even the slightest hint of warmth from inside. He closes his eyes as he hugs himself, hoping to wake up back inside wrapped in warm clothes and showered with love.

The next morning you wake up nicely rested and relaxed. No annoying squeaky voice to scream your ear off at your every step. You take a look trough the window to the backyard and there’s no Papy on sight. Earlier that morning there was an tiny pile of dust outside the backyard door, with Papy’s tiny winter clothes on top, but as the morning progressed it mixed with the snow and the clothes were blown away by the wind. You put on some cozy pajamas and make youself some hot chocolate, you relax the rest of the day binging your favorite christmas movies and enjoying your now bitty-free life.

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A person decides the best gift to give their partner this christmas is an adorable little Blueberry!! How wonderful!! How cute!! The Blueberry is more than overjoyed, he’s so excited to get a warm home with yummy food and wonderful toys and all the love he could ever ask for!!!

He even sticks out his tongue to the other bitties as he’s being picked up by the Bitty Shop employee and prepared to be taken home. He’s so special and important!! Once he arrives to his new home, he’s super clingy with his new Daddy!! He’s so happy to be here!! He can’t wait to meet Mommy too!!

Daddy sticks a cute metallic blue bow on Blueberry’s head and places him inside a a wrapped gift box. Blueberry waits in anticipation for the moment where his new Mommy opens the box and sees him!! He’s sure she’ll love him too!!

Unfortunately, the couple ends up have a huge fight during christmas before they even get to open their gifts. Blueberry hears them screaming and calling each other horrible names. He cries, he’s so scared, why are Mommy and Daddy fighting?

Suddenly he hears things being thrown around, specifically each other’s gifts. Oh no!! All those nice gifts they got each other!! The sound of things breaking can be heard from all the gifts that get thrown around. Blueberry is terrified, it’s christmas!! Its supposed to be all about meeting their new bitty and showering him with love!!

Suddenly, Blueberry jumps to his feet as he feels his box being picked up, its his time to shine!! Surely his cuteness will be enough to stop the fight and bring peace back into his new hom. Surely Mommy and Daddy will love him so much they’ll stop fighting!! He finds himself smiling as widely as possible, trying to put up the “widdle baby” act as best as he can. He’s face to face with his new Mommy, who is staring down at him with a… disgusted expression?!

“I TOLD YOU I DIDNT WANT ONE OF THESE SHITTY THINGS!! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GIVE ME A BITTY WHEN YOU KNOW I FUCKING HATE THE THINGS!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!” She screeches in Daddy’s direction.

H-huh?

“WELL IF YOURE GONNA BE A BITCH ABOUT IT THEN THROW THE THING AWAY, ITS NOT LIKE I SPENT MUCH ON IT OR ON YOU ANYWAY!!” Daddy snaps back.

W-What?!?

Before Blueberry can even open his mouth, he’s flying all the way across the room and hitting the wall skull-first.

*CRACK*

His skull cracks right in the middle and his lower jaw gets shattered completely. Blueberry is screeching in pain, big blue tears cascading nonstop, he’s so confused but can’t even ask Mommy nor Daddy for help. His jaw is broken and he cannot speak, he’s crying but Mommy and Daddy are too busy throwing things at each other to care.

He tries holding his jaw together, barely babbling to Daddy, begging for monster candy. Daddy, incredibly furious, grabs him by the legs and starts swinging him and smashing the bitty’s head against a nearby table nonstop. He’s probably trying to hurt his partner by destroying the gift he got her.

The next morning, the now broken Blueberry gets returned to the shop. The employee is a bit surprised by just how horrendous the thing looks now. He’s barely recognizable as a Blueberry and cannot even speak anymore. Tears fall nonstop from his cracked eyes, one eyelight is gone.

He has no chance of being adopted again by an owner, no one would want an ugly broken bitty like that one, especially not during the holidays. The employee decides to shove him in the Discount Bin, maybe there’s someone that could use him as a guinea pig for an experiment or as live feed for their pet.

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During the holidays, you can see Bitty Shops giving the craziest discounts any shop could give, and bitties seem to try their hardest to appear as charming and cute as possible. Sometimes you can even see some bitties on the shop windows straight up begging passerby to adopt them, crying and on their knees. They seem desperate and scared that the end of the year is near, because they know what happents to the bitties on the shops that do not get sold before the New Year arrives.

Once New Years Eve arrives, the unsold bitties get tied up to fireworks by the shop employees, being set off to fly across the sky and then blow up in a delightful show of dust, light and color. Everybody loves seeing the fireworks for New Years Eve, the colors are wonderful and seeing poor crying bitties blowing up in the sky is always a fun experience for the whole family!!

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Your younger brother had a habit of shaking his gifts first to figure out what they were. You often adviced him against it, telling him that one day he would end up breaking one of his gifts that way. He often ignored your advice, until that christmas morning where you saw him shaking a particular gift extremely hard. You could hear something small rattling and squeaking inside, and even some very faint cracking sounds, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was.

You assumed he finally learned his lesson once he opened the box to find a Sansy bitty inside, with all his bones broken and shattered into pieces and with both arms already turning into dust. He could barely speak as all his teeth had broken and he couldn’t even move as his legs had just began dusting.

Your parents decided to simply flush him down the toilet, not even considering monster candy or any other remedy. It’s not like your brother particularly cared for the bitty anyways, since you saw him quickly move on to the next gift as if nothing had happened, but you did notice that he stopped shaking his gifts after that incident.

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Cherry cried nonstop as you hung him up in the tree, at the highest spot near the bright glowing star. You had shoved him inside one of those DIY ornaments that were made of clear plastic and were hollow inside. He banged the plastic capsule nonstop, begging you to please take him down, promising to be more grateful for the gifts you give him from now own.

You shook your head at that, maybe he should’ve been more grateful for the used trash you sloppily wrapped up for him. He should be happy to recieve even a cup of dirt, he should be grateful despite how horrible or awful your gifts for him were. Its the least he could do after being such a useless burden that provided nothing and only pissed and cried all day.

He panicked and began soiling himself once he saw you walk away back to your bedroom. He begged you in tears to not leave him here, PLEASE!! ITS TOO HIGH!! ITS COLD!! PLEASE LET HIM OUT!! THIS ORNAMENT IS TOO SMALL!! HE CANT BREATHE!! HES SCARED!! PLEASE!! His inconsolable screams intensify once he hears you close and lock your bedroom door. He’s drowining in his own waste, left all alone at such a high spot on the tree. He keeps calling your name between sobs, but you ignore him.

The next morning, you find the broken shards of the ornament on the floor. There’s dust scattered around as well, and you find Cherry’s little soiled pajamas at the top of one of the little dust piles. You shrug and decide to make yourself a nice coffee to start your day. Afterall, you had better things to do like that christmas lunch with friends!

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[outisthedude]

Ethir Neechal - a summary

Hi kids

It's really all my grandparents talk about at this rate, and as a erratic, occasional episode watcher, I take it upon myself to dot-point in a post before hitting the specifics (meaning I sporadically watch the occasional episode and string together the whatevers because there's more than 700 episodes and I have only one braincell).

INTRODUCTION

We start with Janani, a successfully graduated from university human lady (I'm on my last straw with my second year, struggling so very hard to not pull the plug on my life because I'm an idiot box), who was vibing as one does until her father is all "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife" and marries her off into the first family he finds, which he thinks, will be nice to his kid and let her climb corporate ranks and ultimately get a cushy CEO job.

Turns out the family is full of misogynistic dicks. Oops. Her ambitions of becoming a CEO of god knows what crumble but this lady starts asking questions and starts a revolt, a feminist movement if you will, to help the women of the family give their "fuck you" to the patriarchy.

THE CHARACTERS

Janani: lady who was raised right by her dad to have some self-respect and honestly needs a fucking nap.

Le brothers:

I only start with them because fleshing out who the sisters are and why they are the way they are is easier with context (spoiler, these guys are dipshits)

Brother no 1 - Gunasekaran: Janani's brother in law and the head of the misogynist family. He's the dude we hate, psychologically fucks up the other three brothers by making sure, like him, they don't get an education and thus can't think for themselves, believes women should be stuck in the kitchen, raising kids then burying themselves alive. He makes sure that these women have educations from universities before degrading them completely. He's a real one.

Brother no 2 - Gnanasekaran: Bro has no fucking clue about what life is but I think he may have half a braincell floating in there so there's that.

Brother no 3 - Kathir: Bro has no braincell. Bro lacks anything in there. Bro and critical thinking are Venn diagrams with their circles not within existence of each other.

Brother no 4 - Shakthi: Bro desperately needs a therapist but because this is a desi serial depicting a backwards family, I bet you my goofy Batman magnet he will never see one. He's married to Janani and is essentially malewife. We don't mind him eventually.

Le co-sisters

Eshwari: married to Gunasekaran and I fucking love this lady because she reminds me of my grandma and my grandma is the bestest. She's a vibe, needs a therapist and lots of hugs for having a husband that fucked up.

Renuka: married to Gnanasekaran. She's observant, and sort of the in between, I love her and she needs a therapist and somehow strikes me as a possible cat lady if she'd never married this jackass. I mean this as the biggest compliment possible.

Nandhini: my grandpa's first favourite and my second. She's a sass master, spirit crushed by the dicks of this family and she deserves all the hugs. She's comic relief and smart about how she talks (brash as well, which is where Renuka levels her out).

The Other Characters

Pattamal: absolute BAMF. She's Gunasekaran's grandma and she's kicked ass and taken names. Highly educated, crapped by this family and found her feet once Janani enters and starts the "wtf are you guys smoking, this is not the 1800's".

Aathirai: Sister to the brothers, a piece of shit in the beginning by bullying her sister-in-laws and pulling absolutely no weight around her brothers. Then when her brother marries her off to some insane, far more abusive family she sees the light and starts to help the sister-in-laws. More on that later.

Visalatchi: the mother of the three brothers, toxic patriarchal mindset, is a garbage person to women in the household despite being one. She sees almost no wrong in her sons.

Wooo that was a rant. More to come. There's plenty to unpack with the garbled stuff I've got over the episodes I've seen and my grandma's narrations for the ones I've missed.

Gonna hit the coma, the best eight hours out of the rest of my idiot twenty four hours.

Outis

[duskfeather]

what about when you insulted krumblor my friend krumblor. 

krumblor? 

the cookie dragon...

[munsonsreputation]

Acts of Affection

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [5.8K]

warnings: a tiny bit of sad steve but reader reassures him! full of domestic tooth rotting fluff <3

summary: sometimes it's the little things that matter the most and make your heart melt. you and steve are no different...these are six times that the small acts of affection made your love for each other grow.

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“Stevie!” 

He watched you exit through the double doors of your college campus, instantly catching his gaze all the way from the parking lot where he stood leaning up against his car waiting for you. Flowers in hand and a little teddy bear for good measure. You squealed his name, racing down the few steps and into his arms that always felt like home. 

Today had been a stressful one, to say the least. It was finals season, and you had been working tirelessly for the past two weeks trying to cram as much studying as you could into your schedule. Unfortunately, that meant fewer dates and time to spend carelessly with your boyfriend, Steve. Nevertheless, he was an absolute trooper through all of it. Bringing you coffees and little snacks to get you through those boring studying hours and somehow convincing you to take naps in order to recharge. He was the absolute bestest. 

“How are you, pretty girl?” He asked through your hair, the smile he loved so much, pressed up against his neck until you pulled away and he got to see it for himself. 

“Better now…you know you didn’t have to do all this.” You pouted, plucking the plush out of his hand and aweing at it before Steve had shook his head, planting a small peck on your lips, thumbs resting on your cheekbones warmly, “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I know you’ve been so tired, but now you can finally relax for a little.” 

You fell into the warmth of his hand and the softness of his voice. He was always your comfort place during times of stress and anxiety like this one—somehow he had all your worries go away and you knew that being in his presence would be enough. 

“Let’s go home, yeah?” He kissed your temple, keeping his lips there as he the question fumbled upon your skin. 

“But I’m already home.” You whispered, sweetly, dotting kissing on the underside of his jaw and a few on his neck as you could feel the adams apple bop while he laughed happily. 

Steve found it in himself to draw you away, not before placing a single kiss on your lips once more, his thumb pressing on your cheeks as he smiled at you, “I’ve got your favorite waiting on the kitchen table.” 

“Chicken parm?” Your voice heightens, and he nods, withholding his laughter.

“Yup, my mom made it fresh this morning before work. She knows how much you love it.” 

You squeal, happily moving side to side in his arms, “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” 

Steve finds your excitement for simple acts like this one to be rather adorable, but he knows that you deserve it. After working so hard and almost overworking yourself from some good grades, you deserved a good home cooked meal you loved. 

He opened up the passenger door for you, letting you in, “Wanna tell me about the exams on the way?”

“Oh, just wait until you hear about Professor Danielson’s stupid test rules!” You huffed heavily as you buckled your seatbelt and looked up at Steve, who smiled, pecking at your lips again.

 “Can’t wait to hear it, baby.” 

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Class getting cancelled was a rare occurrence, so you were surprised when you waked up to your ethnic studies class to see a large piece of paper, poorly stuck to the door that read, “class has been cancelled for today, see you next week!” 

But who were you to complain? You now had a free schedule for the rest of the day, left to do whatever you wanted, but you had already finished up the last bits of homework you were aiming to get done and Steve was at work. So you opted to go home…Steve’s home, actually. His parents loved you, even trusting you with a spare key that you use a lot, coming in and leaving almost every day. 

While you should’ve settled on taking a relaxing nap that you deserved, you remember that Steve had been talking about how messy his closet had been getting over the last couple of weeks. It wasn’t easy, constantly needing to share a closet with not only you, but the rest of the younger boys who often raided it, looking for the new trendy pieces they could sport at school. So you took it upon yourself to organize it. 

Steve had a ton of polos—you weren’t complaining since he looked good in every single one, but Jesus did he have a lot. One in every color and every shade, and different brands and prints. He also owned quite a collection of different jackets, some he had bought at the mall after receiving a hefty paycheck, a few gifted to him from holidays and birthdays, some that he had picked up from garage sales and thrift stores that you and Steve would visit on weekend, but his favorite one was the light grey Members Only jacket you had gifted him for your one-year anniversary. 

Pants were definitely the most modest part of his wardrobe in terms of quantity. He opted to only buy a few ones that were of great quality, but were highly expensive. He only had a few pairs of Levi’s and the rest being old sweatpants and shorts he would only wear at home or when it was hot out. 

Then there were the shoes. God, if Steve loved something more than he loved you, it was shoes. He collected them like a hoarder. It was a rule that the younger kids could pick anything in his closet expect the shoes! He cared for those pieces like his baby. You practically had to force him to wear every single pair at least once before buying another or else they’d just sit in a pile in his closet forever until they fell apart naturally. 

“Finally!” You exhaled, dusting your hands off as you took a step back and examined your work. 

After about two hours, you were able to completely transform his closet. Organizing everything you had hung up by type and color so that Steve would have an easier time sorting through what he had. You even had the time to create a pile of clothes that you hadn’t seen Steve wear in a while, placing it in the corner of his room to go through himself before offering it up to the boys or donating it. 

“Baby! You in here? Your cars’ in the driveway!” The front door opened and Steve's voiced filled the expanse of his home as you shouted out a reply, 

“Hi Stevie!”

Your feet took you quickly down the stairs and into his arms, inhaling his cologne while you nuzzled your face into his neck, hugging him close. 

“Class got cancelled today.” You mumbled against his skin, pulling away when he rested his hands on your sides, squeezing slightly. 

He frowned, rubbing circles with his thumbs, “Why didn’t you call? I would’ve called out early for you.”

“S’ok, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.” Your cheeks rose as you smiled, finally landing your lips against his in a kiss. 

His own, moving against yours gently, before pulling away, “I have a surprise for you upstairs.” 

“Is it a naughty surprise?” His eyes brows wiggled and his tone shifted higher as you groaned, pushing his chest annoyingly, “Ew! Just come on!” 

Your fingers took his wrist, pulling him up the stairs behind you as he laughed, speaking out a jumble of words like, “I’m just messing with ya baby,” “I hate surprises,” and “just tell me, please!” 

“Ta-da!” Your arms flared out towards his open closet when you two finally entered his room. 

He was astonished, “Babe, you did all this yourself?” walking up to it, his fingers skimmed each item as he passed by, looking at how organized everything was and how he could finally see the floor of his closet after all these weeks. 

You nodded your head happily, “Yeah! It was actually really therapeutic to go through everything and see it all come together.” 

He turned back to you when your bubbling voice filled the air. “I even made a pile of clothes you don’t wear anymore over there.” 

Looking at to where you were pointing, he saw a bunch of old tee-shirts and hoodies that didn’t find him anymore, and then glanced back at you, “Baby, you really didn’t have to—“ 

“Uh uh.” You shook your head, finger waving from side to side making him chuckle, getting closer enough to you to wrap his arms around your waist. 

“i wanted to! You’ve been complaining for weeks about it being a mess and I know you didn’t have the time to organize it all by yourself, so I took it upon myself to—mph!” 

He pulled you into a kiss, mid-sentence making you shriek, “Shhh, stop rambling, baby.” He said against you, making you groan, fingers going up to his shoulder to pinch him slightly, “Not cool.” 

“I love you.” He said, totally ignoring your fake annoyance,

“I love you too.”

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The clanking of plastic hitting the diner table caught your attention, stopping you mid chew as you stared at Steve, who did nothing but smile, resting his chin on his fist as he watched you, “I made you a mixtape!”

“Are you serious?” the half mushed food in your mouth, muffling your words as he laughed, reaching over to close your mouth with his forefingers. 

“Finish chewing—“ you rolled your eyes lightly, setting down your fork, mouth mashing up the last bits of food while you picked up the cassette. 

from stevie to my baby…all these songs remind me of you, I love you. 

keep on loving you - reo speedwagon 

crazy for you - madonna

heaven - bryan adams

take my breath away - berlin

nothing’s gonna stop us now - starships

p.s. did I mention I love you? 

You did realize your eyes welling with a pool of happy tears as you read the tracks���all of them being significant theme songs for you and Steve’s love story. When any of them would come on the radio, the two of you would instantly think of each other, reminiscing about drunk karaoke nights, late night drives around town, and sleepy nights you would spend falling asleep in each others arms. 

“I could only fit five songs on this cassette but Eddie told me he could lend me a few empty ones so I could—“ He paused, seeing as you laughed lightly, eyes blinking and tears rolling down your cheeks and jaw, “baby are you crying?” 

His thumb reached out to swipe under your eyes, then cupped your cheeks, eyes filled with concern of his side as you reassured him with a sincere smile, “Happy tears, Stevie…this is so sweet.” 

“They’re just songs honey, you shouldn’t cry.” 

Heading shaking in his grasp, turning slightly to kiss his wrist then look back into his eyes, trapping him in a trance of love that he would never be able, and never wanted to escape, “You’re the most thoughtful person I’ve ever had to privilege of knowing, let alone loving…the littlest things you do make me fall even more in love with you.” 

Sure, you and Steve would share sweet nothings with each other all the time…almost on a daily basis, but this confession made his heart beat ten times faster and heat up to the hottest temperature. He’s never felt so…appreciated? 

��I…wow, I’m sorry, I just—never knew I could make someone feel like that.” 

Watching him stutter over his words was a touching scene, knowing Steve was totally honest and speechless, “I meant every word, I love you and I’m going to cherish this for the rest of our lives.” you told him, pressing the tape to your heart and leaning forward to peck his lips. 

“I love you too, never gonna stop loving you—wait! I should’ve put that on there!” He groaned, hanging his head low as you giggled, shaking your head as you assured him. 

“When you make me another, you can put it on there!” You patted his cheek with your warm palm, “Let’s finish up and we can listen to this with the windows down.” 

He smiled warmly, pecking your lips, talking against them half-jokingly, “You’ll get cold after two minutes and ask me to roll them back up.” 

You nodded, pressing your lips to his again, “And you’ll roll them up and turn up the heat.” 

“Like I do all the time.” He agreed, finally pulling away to take in the expanse of your face and all your beautiful features he memorized. 

_

You tiptoed out of the backdoor with your bare feet on the deck. Steve’s sweater clinging onto your body against the cold air, but thankfully the two mugs of hot chocolate you had made were warming your palms up. 

“‘morning hot stuff.” You whispered cooly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before he had the chance to look up at you. 

You smiled when you pulled away, handing him over his mug that he graciously took, then pecking your lips, “You’re up early…are you not freezing?” 

He patted his thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap, and so you did, snuggling yourself in embrace, feet bending to rest on the lounger that you two were now relaxing on. Your naked knees taking on the warmth of the mug that you set on them. 

“You warm me up just fine.” You said softly, taking a sip of the sweet drink, overlooking the beautiful water and misty air. 

It was your first time at Steve’s uncle’s lake house, and surprisingly enough, they had to trust the two of you to stay alone for the weekend. It was the perfect little getaway for the both of you, considering the fact that Steve needed to use his vacation days and you desperately needed to get your nose out of the textbooks for a while. 

The comfortable stubble that scratched against your cheek was a case of Steve forgetting to pack his razor and being too lazy to head to the store down the road to get one. But you weren’t complaining. You always loved every touch Steve laid on you, accidental or purposeful. The butterflies and swelling of your heart never was a feeling you would get used to. It happened all the time. 

When he reaches to hold your hand. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Guiding you around a crowded room with his hand pressed gently into the small of your back. Throwing his leg over your body to prevent you from getting out of bed too early. And laying sweet kisses all over your body. 

It always had the same effect on you. 

“One day you’re going to catch hypothermia, babe.” He argued back with a chuckle, his free hand rubbing up and down your legs attempting to get the blood circulating. 

You just giggled softly, taking a sip from your mug, indulging in his touch before finally saying something, “We’re never apart, so that’s highly unlikely.” 

“You’re right…you know how much I love to keep you warm.” He kissed up the expanse of your neck up to your ear, making you fall into his touch deeper, his hand leaving your wrap over your shoulders, keeping you close. 

“I wish every morning could be like this.” You murmured, turning your head to stare up into his eyes that agreed silently before coming down to peck your lips. 

His were slightly chapped from the cold weather neither of you were accustomed to, but the chapstick on your lips seemed to do the trick, “One day I’ll get us a place of our own on a lake and we can spend every morning out there…” the sweet words fell onto your lips as he whispered them before pulling away. 

“We can watch the sunrise and the sunset, host summer parties with our friends out here…then when we have kids, we can spend time with them out here—our little family at our little lake house.” 

You smiled warmly, bringing one of your hands up to rest upon his cheek. The scarlet blush you were certain was from the icy weather, but was, in fact, due to his love for you. It was the mere fact that he was so infatuated with you in the simplest times like these…with no one around to judge or critique the love you had for one another. 

“You want to have kids with me?” You asked as if you didn’t already know the answer, having thought of that dream too.

He huffed jokingly with the rolling of his eyes as he nodded, hand making its way to rest on your stomach, “You’re the only one I can ever imagine having a family with…you’d be a great mom.” 

“Says the guy who has been a single dad of six since he was seventeen.” You retorted as you both shared a laugh before taking a sip of the hot chocolate to warm your bodies once more. 

You leaned down to set your cup on the deck, allowing both hands to be free so you could rest them on Steve’s that still laid over your belly, “I can’t wait to have your babies…I think we’d make pretty good looking humans if you asked me.” 

Steve grinned, nodding his head, “I think so too…what do you think about heading inside and us warming up in a different way?”

The wiggling of his eyebrows made you burst out in amusement, but not stopping the twists that were happening in your stomach. He just sat there, shaking his head with a smile on his face, trying to act as if it wasn’t the corniest thing he had said all week, “Ok, c’mon, it wasn’t supposed to be funny, babe!” 

“It was pretty funny!” You quipped, poking at his sides, making him flinch, almost spilling his drink. 

He “oh’d” with a laugh, leaning over to set him down on the deck beside yours, then finally lifting you up into his arms. 

“Stevieeeee!” you squealed, weakly attempting to wiggle out of his gasp as he walked you two up the deck. 

“I feel your temperature dropping, babe! We gotta get you warmed up, quick!” He joked dramatically, feet running heavily on the wood, as you could do nothing but laugh and hold on to him tightly with every step he took. 

_

You quietly unlocked the front door to the Harrington residence, toeing your sneakers off and leaving them at the front door as you made your way through his house. Today’s lecture required you to stay back a few hours longer, needing some extra tutoring in order to fully grasp the concept that way you wouldn’t fail the upcoming test that you so badly needed to pass in order to get an A for the school year. That sadly meant leaving Steve alone for a few hours, but you assumed he could manage, considering the fact that this wasn’t the first time you had to stay on campus a little longer. Usually he’d come home and take a nice nap after work while he waited for you or other times he would hang out with your friend group until he received a call that you would be heading home. 

But today was different. 

You stumbled into the kitchen and found a note stuck onto the fridge with one of the smiley faces magnets that littered the silver appliance. 

“hi baby, I left some soup for you to heat up on the stove. not having a great day, a lot on my mind, don’t want to worry you though. I’m upstairs napping. Make sure you eat first before you come to bed. I love you, sweetheart.” - your stevie

A frown covered your face as you turned to the stove and saw a small pot of soup and a bowl and spoon already laid out for you. But Steve should’ve known better that you wouldn’t be able to eat without checking up on him first. He would always be your number one priority. You left the food there, and walked up the stairs, heading straight to his bedroom where you softly knocked on the door, just to let your presence be known as you twisted the knob and let yourself in. 

There he laid under the comforters on his stomach, snoring quietly while the gently breeze of wind came in through his windows. You sat your bag down on the floor and made your way over to him, sitting on the small space that was left and rubbing a soothing hand over his clothed back. 

“Hi handsome…I missed you.” You said loud enough for him to wake, kissing the space beneath his ear. 

He mumbled out a few incoherent words, before finally shifting around to face you. His sleepy red eyes, evident that he may have been crying a few hours before or even rubbing them a little too hard. It worried you.

“Did you eat?” He asked, and you shook your head, reaching out to fix the messy hairs that danced on his sweaty forehead. 

Steve groaned, scolding you for not without using his words, “I couldn’t after what I read in your note. Is everything OK? You want to talk about it?” 

You knew your boyfriend like the back of your hand and that included knowing that he had a soft side that not many people knew about. Sure, he expressed his protective and loving side for his close friends, but rarely did he ever expose his true inner feelings. He only did that with you. And you were honored to be his person that he could be his true self with, without worrying about being judged for feeling such deep and emotional things. 

“Life is just…. a lot.” He sighed, looking down sadly in his lap, feeling defeated and lost in what was the weird transition to adulthood and still holding on to being a young adult. 

You scooted closer, mirroring his body language, but wrapping your arm around his shoulder and the other on his wrist, getting him to feel some sort of comfort during this time. 

“I understand, babe… life can be a lot, but I hope you know that you’re not alone—I’m always going to be here.” You reassured him with your calming voice and slow circles that you rubbed on his wrist. 

You could feel his breath hitch and his back crouch lower falling almost away from your touch if you didn’t chase it, “Hey, hey…I’m here baby, talk to me…what’s going on? How can I help?” 

“I get scared that it’s all going to disappear.” 

The sentence was clear, yet his voice was shaky as some of the words slipped off his tongue with a breathy tone. 

“D-disappear?” 

“You.” he clarified, staring back up at you with tear-filled eyes, threatening to spill over any second now. 

You could feel your heart rip into a million tiny pieces just looking at the love of your life like this. It was something you had never witnessed before, at least not like this. How could you ever disappear from his life when you two practically needed each other to survive? He would be crazy to think that, but right now, you needed to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere. 

“Steve.” You whispered, retracting your hands from their initial placement and bringing them up to cup his cheeks. Swiftly your thumbs moved to swipe the tears that finally fell when he blinks, those brown orbs coated with a cloud that you hated to see. 

“I…I’m never going to disappear, alright? I love you, so so so so much and I can’t even imagine living a life without you….what makes you think I’d ever want to leave the person I love so dearly?” 

“I dunno…” he sniffled, closing his eyes briefly, before opening them up again and staring into his favorite pair of eyes, face covered with concern, “sometimes I think that I’m not enough for you…that you’ll get tired of me, maybe find someone better than a stupid guy who works at a vhs store.” 

He shook his head shamefully in your hold, as you could do little but bite your lip and laugh lightly, causing his brows to furrow, “It’s not supposed to be funny—“ 

“Baby.” You whispered tugging his face closer to yours, just inches apart now, “I couldn't care less about the job that you have…hell you could work as a damn plumber and I would still feel the same about you because I love you.” 

He swallowed, not chancing this moment as he watched your lips move swiftly with more words leaving them. 

“I love the fact that you take the time to memorize all my weird little quirks. I love it when you leave little notes around the house and in my bag to read throughout the day because you know I miss you too much. I love when you wake me up in the morning and pepper me with kisses because it’s the only way to get me up. I love that you make me mixtapes and I never get tired of listening to them. I love that you have the biggest heart and the kindest soul. I love that you would do anything for the people that you love.” 

Steve could feel his sad little heart sparkling with happiness as he listened to your meaningful words. 

“I love you, Steve Harrington, because of what’s in your heart. I mean it every day when I say that I love you and nothing is ever going to stop me from doing so…especially not your job. Please know that I’m not going anywhere, not ever, ok?” 

He didn’t waste time with words, only pressing his lips to yours, letting them rest on each other in a soft touch before finally moving gently against one another. Everything and all his fears were lifted away with you here telling him that everything would be ok…that it was all in his head. 

“Thank you for always reassuring me.” 

You smiled against his lips and nodding, foreheads slightly bumping each others making you both laugh and pull away. 

His eyes were no longer clouded with sadness, but now glimmering with love. 

“Always, baby.”

_

So maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea for you and Steve to host a sleepover movie night at his place on a Sunday knowing he had work the next day and you class—but it was the only day everyone was free, so fuck it…right? 

You tucked your face deeper into Steve’s chest, inhaling his scent combined with the morning air that suffocated the living room as the warmth of the sun bled through the thin curtains and onto your exposed skin that wasn’t covered by blankets. It wasn’t odd for you and him to crash in the living room. Sometimes the two of you would be too tired to walk up his flight of stairs or you would both would fall asleep in each other’s arms during movie. But this is the first time you had been awoken by snores…some of which you weren’t familiar with, they didn’t sound like Steve’s snores…they belonged to your friends…the ones you let sleepover—

“Fuck! Steve wake up! We overslept!” 

You instantly shot up, arm blindly reaching out to shake Steve awake whose eyes snapped opened quickly, watching as you threw off the blankets in a pile on the floor. A few of your friends squirming from their places on the air mattress and opposite couch who woke up to your loud shrieks. 

“I thought you set the alarm,” He mumbled out, snapping out of his initial concern and rubbing his eyes with his fingers. 

You got up, racing towards the digital clock that sat on the coffee table, “Batteries were probably out…stupid thing!” you smacked it harshly as if that would do you both any good as he stifled his laugher and finally got up. 

“Go shower, I’ll handle get started on coffee.” He said patting your bum and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, watching as you nodded running up the stairs loudly, not caring if you woke your friends. 

You worked quickly, rushing around Steve’s bedroom as you brushed your teeth. Pulling out some clothes from your drawer of things there, gathering some school appropriate pieces that you know would match since you didn’t have much time. You had thrown them onto the bathroom counter, reaching into the shower to warm up the water before rising from your mouth and practically ripping off your clothes and hopping in for a quick rinse. 

Steve was working just as hurriedly downstairs. The kettle was on high and the two pieces of bread had been put into the toaster. He had gotten each of your mugs ready with a spoonful of coffee grounds and the sugar pot already waiting beside them for the end. The eggshells littered the bottom of the kitchen sink as he vigorously whisked and seasoned them before pouring them in the hot pan. He worked the spatula around the mixture, setting it down and rushing towards the fridge to grab the bread, peanut butter, and jam to get started on the lunches you two would be packing. 

“Babe your turn!” You were rushing down the stairs with his toothbrush in hand with a fresh line of toothpaste already on it. 

He turned, thanking you with a quick smile before shoving it in his mouth and rushing up the stairs.

It was easy for you to take over. The eggs were nearly finished and now plated. The kettle had been done boiling, so you poured the hot water into your cups, watching as the dark brown slowly take over, adding in two scoops of sugar into each cup. The toast popped up. You turned around grabbing them with quick fingers and drizzling a squiggle of honey on them for sweetness. 

The sandwiches had been already made and only needed to be cut and placed into ziplock bags. And so you did that, grabbing a clementine and bag of chips for each of you to have for lunch. 

“I have your backpack, sweetheart.” You turned your head and saw Steve heading down the stairs with your bag in his hands that he placed down at the floor of the front door. 

“Thanks handsome! Breakfast is ready!” 

You turned, setting your coffees down on the table, being greeted with a peck on the lips as you giggle, nudging him away jokingly, “eat or we’ll be late.” 

He rolled his eyes, checking his time on his watch, “We’ve got approximately six minutes and thirty-five seconds to leave the house before either or us are late…we’re fine.” 

Steve casually takes a bit of his toast and picks up bits of the scramble eggs with his fork before eating them. You do the same, but with a bit more of urgency remembering you had forgotten your scarf and a few pieces of jewelery you usually sported upstairs. 

“Be right back!” You mumbled with a full mouth of toast, as you scrambled out of your seat and back up the stairs. 

At this point, all of your friends had woken up due to the loud ruckus and unbeknownst to you and Steve, they were watching you two run around, absentmindedly helping one another with small tasks like a cooperative relationship. 

Steve had gulped down the last remnants of his coffee and begun placing the dishes in the sink to give them a quick wash. You came down the stairs, fingers securing the earring backs to the small jewels that Steve had gifted you for your birthday one year ago—his green vest loops over your arm as you crept up behind him and nudged him slightly. 

“Almost forgot this.” you smirked, holding it out for him to work his arms through. 

“You’re the best.” He mumbled sweetly, handing you your cup of coffee to finish as he brushed down the flyaway hairs at the top of your head with his palm. 

You swallowed the rest of the semi bitter caffeine, handing him over your cup then walking over to your lunches, quickly adding a smiley face and heart to his brown bag with the thick sharpie. 

“Ready to go?” He asked, wiping his hands clean as you turned around and nodded, handing him his lunch as you two walk out of the kitchen and went to the front door quickly slipping on some shoes and grabbing your respective car keys. 

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and pecked his lips, “Remember you need to fill up your tank, you’re almost on E.” you reminded him as he nodded patting his pocket to make sure he had his wallet, which he did. 

“Call me during lunch if you have time? And I’ll see you here at 3?” He proposed, and you nodded, giving him a hug. 

You two were almost out the door when he remembered that your friends were still over. 

“Hey dinguses! Lock the door on the way out and make sure you fold the blankets!” He reminded with a shout before shutting the door. 

They all turned to each other with sleepy smiles, heading over to the nearest widow to watch the couple part ways.

“They’re like a married old couple.” Dustin commented, as you two shared another kiss before getting in your cars. 

“I think it’s kinda cute.” Max said, nudging El, who giggled and nodded. 

The boys rolled their eyes, except for Eddie, who walked away and stretched his arms out, “They love each other, it’s no surprise.” 

“More like infatuated.” Will jokes, smiling as he listens to the car horn beep. Steve lets you drive off first, then him following behind. 

“It’s the little things that make their love sweeter.” Lucas says, moving towards the coffee table and finding a polaroid of you and Steve, from a few nights ago, sitting around and watching sitcoms. 

“Small acts of affection are what they call it.” Robin says snatching the photo from the young boy to admire herself. 

“Guess we ought to take a note or two.” Mike shrugged as everyone agrees. 

It couldn’t be clearer that you and Steve were head over heels…not because of the grand gestures, but mostly because of the small and meaningful ones. The times where Steve would show up after a mentally grueling day without being asked to. The acts of service you would complete to help him get a load off his plate. The thoughtful gifts he would make for you without any special occasion. The one-on-one moments you spend together without bother, letting each other’s touch fill the gap. The appreciative words of affirmation and assurance that would fix a heavy heart after a long day. And the togetherness you both would feel, even on a hectic morning like today. 

It would always be the simple acts that would make your love for each other grow. 

A/N: I've been in the steve mood so I decided to write this sweet little quick thing up for you all! I am a whore for domestic fluff so yeah...let me know what you think!

[weirdducky17]

Personal Headcanons (UnderTale AUs Edition!)

(Part 1/?)

UnderTale, UnderFell and Underswap!!

Tis my personal headcanons of the skeleton brothers! I hope you like my interpretations of these wacky skele dudes!

UNDERTALE:

SANS

Ultimate Pun Master

The Sans-ational Sans

A very humerus comedian

One depressed mf

Very distrustful of anyone outside of his circle of friends and acquaintances

Closed off and introverted but can be extroverted in certain situations

I feel like he's not really someone interested in romance??

If he did have a romantic interest, he would definitely figure out his feelings very quickly but won't act upon them

Papyrus is his #1 Top Priority

Sorry fangirls but papy more important than you :[

Chugs the shit out of straight, black coffee

Naps a lot but is very hyper aware of his surroundings

A light sleeper. Often wakes up at night, def has insomnia.

Bottles up his feelings a lot until someone makes him snap

Very traumatized from the resets which in turn makes him have a very pessimistic view of the world and how he interacts with humans

He needs some loving, this very squishable skeleton :(

I kin him, he's me to a T.

PAPYRUS

The most hyperactive dude you'll ever meet

Wakes up at the ass crack of dawn fs

He has a lot of energy and most likely experiences a long period of burn out as a result

He has anxiety about not doing something active, he's not really someone who likes sitting still

He tends to put a lot of effort in different interests

He can cook great food, he just cannot grasp how to cook proper and edible spaghetti

Coffee gives him headaches so he prefers to drink tea instead, Sea Tea more specifically

Hides his emotions as well from his brother, worries that he's just adding more to his older brother's overflowing plate

If he had a romantic interest, he would he more bold in his displays of affection, sometimes outright declaring it.

His dating manual comes in very handy

Sans needs to pick up his goddamn sock >:[

Easily stressed baby

He needs a well deserved break

UNDERFELL

RED

My favorite boi 💕

Kind of a dick ngl

Very perverted and aint afraid to show this judging by his very suggestive and flirty comments

Wears a loootttt of gold jewelry, he looks great with them okay?

A simp must simp!

He's verryyyy touch starved, so bad its kinda sad—

Gamer boi, very cultured in the gaming community

Is a very pleasant guy once you get pass his flirty and kinda dick-ish behavior

If he had a romantic interest, he would try to deny it as having "vulnerable feelings" is considered a weakness in his underground

He got used to shoving his feelings deeeppp down and kinda just sucks up

But he's still the more expressive one, gets aggressive easily, him being upset is very obvious to tell and when he's happy it's more concealed but he's quite genuine

He's very proud of his brother, he'll do anything for Edge which is why he took the submissive approach in their brotherly dynamic

Doomfanger fucking hates him lol

EDGE

Mr Egotistical

Napoleon complex but taller

Quite an understanding person once you earn his respect

He has high standards and expects people to meet them

A real good cook, one of the few papyruses that makes great food... unless it's lasagna. It's a 50/50 if his lasagna has glass in it—

Best Cat Dad! Doomfanger is a spoiled baby, high quality tuna and fresh milk only for the bestest of kitties

I would hang out with him if I'm in a good mood ngl

If he had a romantic interest, he would expect them to make the first move 100%. This man had no idea how to do love

Def a tsundere

A tea enjoyer, golden flower tea is his favorite

UNDERSWAP

BLUE

No, it's not UwU Blueberry. We don't talk about him 😬

Is actually quite mature despite being quite hyperactive and have a childish nature

Very responsible and loves being active

He is a terrible cook but a great baker! He makes great cupcakes and cakes, needs work on presentation but its the thought that counts 💕

Is an empath, hyper aware of how people feel around him.

Secretly depressed

Gets annoyed pretty quickly

Doesn't back down easily and stands his ground very firmly if he believes he's in the right

Flirts casually and a cheeky person

Secretly insecure about how people see him

Hates being called short and treated like a child

STRETCH

My favorite Papyrus AU 💕

He snores loudly and prefers to sleep on the couch more than his own bed

He tries cutting down on his smoking by eating candy

Is just as distrustful as Sans but more overprotective of Blue

Will actually consider murder if someone hurts his brother

Flirts casually and isn't as interested in romance

He's very touch starved but he prefers to only show it if its his family or his future s/o

How to trust people 101

Very stressed which is why he took up smoking as a stress reliever

He has adult magazines hidden under his mattress, you can't convince me he doesnt— COUGH COUGH

He's a hoarder and quite messy, he has some cigarette butts still left over in his room

Hope you like my headcanons for them!!

Next headcanons are the Star Sanses and then the Bad Sanses!!

[roronoacherries]

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 | roronoa zoro

1.030 words

content: stupidest little self-indulgent fic based on this old headcanon; reader uses she/they pronouns; sfw, fluff; zoro comforts reader when they need to hear someone use they/them.

note: this is so self-indulgent i don’t know if i should post it. it’s a little pride month gift to myself; i hope someone else finds comfort in it.

“i’m fine. really, zoro.” 

you were being honest. you were okay; a little sad, but it was nothing to worry about. you’d get over it. 

but zoro wasn’t buying it. the soft smile you gave him before kissing his cheek and rushing off wasn’t enough to convince him that what he saw in your eyes wasn’t sadness. there was something bothering you; he was certain of it, whether you wanted to admit it or not. 

if you wouldn’t tell him, he’d do something about it himself. the least he could do was spend a little more time with you.  

he carried you to the crow’s nest with him when he worked out; he sat around you when you were busy with something; he took his naps wherever you happened to be; he dragged you along to nap with him when he decided you needed a break from everything too. 

and it helped. being around zoro always made you feel a little lighter, like nothing mattered when you were with him. still, zoro could see that your eyes didn’t glow the same way when you smiled and that when you were lost in thought there was a sort of emptiness in your gaze. 

he kept a close eye on you — if not to figure out what was on your mind, then to make sure he was there for you if you needed him. it’d be easier if you would be honest with him, but he understood and respected your silence. it wasn’t long before it dawned on him anyway. 

first, when luffy asked you to go play with him and zoro told him no, — “you’re not the boss of her, santoryu,” luffy had said. he remembered, then, that he’s the captain and is the boss of you both. zoro still refused to play tag with him. — you’d smiled in amusement at your captain, but there was that air of melancholy around you again. 

he saw it again when nami questioned him in the crow’s nest, “have you seen y/n? i need to talk to her but i can’t seem to find her anywhere,” not seeing that you were there with him. (zoro shrugged at the navigator, as if you weren’t sitting across the room, but you laughed softly and gave a nami a quiet, “i’m here,” before following her down to the deck — though not before giving your grumpy boyfriend a quick kiss.) 

and he noticed it at dinner, when usopp commented on the delicious meal sanji prepared, thanking the cook for the meal. sanji shook his head. “y/n taught me this recipe. she’s the one you should compliment.” 

“there’s really nothing she can’t do. thanks, y/n.” 

“it’s true. marimo doesn’t deserve her.”

“she’s the bestest. thank you, y/n!”

while everyone at the table praised you and thanked you for the meal, you blushed and smiled widely, but zoro still felt something was off. he noted you were uncomfortable, and something told him it wasn’t simply because of all the attention.

you excused yourself to your room earlier that night, leaving zoro to wonder whether he should act on his assumptions or not. rather than sit around and question it, he made his way to you, knocking softly on your door (though he opened it without waiting for a response). 

you were studying your reflection in the mirror, discontent with what you saw. there was no denying that you were upset anymore, not with the look on your face. it pained zoro to see you look at yourself that way. 

“oi, you kind of look like my girlfriend,” zoro smirked, closing the door behind him. “‘cept they’re not usually so pouty.” 

“zoro, are you drunk?” you stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion but when he approached you, there was only a faint hint of sake on his breath and zoro was most certainly not a lightweight. 

he stood behind you, watching your reflection as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “they smell just as pretty as you too. like flowers.” 

“zoro, your hair is tickling me,” you giggled, trying to ignore the blush that rose to your cheeks.  

“they’ve got these pretty eyes that light up whenever she smiles.” zoro’s eyes met yours and it became harder to pretend your face didn’t feel hot.

“my boyfriend is never this sweet. he hates sweets, actually.” you turn around, bringing your hands to zoro’s face. “what’s gotten into you?” you’re not complaining, the smile on your face makes that clear. 

zoro ignores your question, pressing kisses to your temple and your cheekbones between sentences.  “they’re sweet as candy, ya know? sweeter than an angel. prettier than one too.” 

you press your lips to his, words failing you. but the swordsman keeps talking between kisses. “their lips taste better than any sake.”

his hands travel down your body, resting them where he loved most and lifting you up. “swear, their thighs are heavensent…” 

“what is it with you and my thighs, roronoa?” you laughed against his lips, but the swordsman didn’t answer you. he brought his lips to yours again as he carried you over to your bed, and didn’t let you pull away until you were both out of breath. 

“i think i’m the luckiest bastard, just cause they love me,” zoro said, smiling down at you and resting his forehead against yours. closing his eyes, he muttered a quiet, “i love them so much…”

“zoro…” he knew. you hadn’t said a word to him, not wanting to make him worry when what had been bothering you was something that felt so stupid. you loved the straw hats and you knew they loved you — that they didn’t mean any harm — but it was tiring. to only hear ‘where is she’s and ‘i haven’t seen her’s. as insignificant as it might seem, it left you trapped in your own head sometimes. “zoro, how did you-”

“i love you.” enough to know when you’re not fine; enough to know when you need me. zoro pressed his lips gently to yours, saying with three words and a kiss everything you needed to know.

taglist: @maaarshieee @zorobraun @lyriczhou @idiotlittleme @tinkywinky27 @zoros-4th-sword

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[cravingsfromatwistedone]

hello my lovely! i have a present for you~~

stopping by to say Jamil absolutely loves bullying his s/o in bed. Orgasm Denial, he is the Biggest fan!! probably thinks they’re the prettiest with tears streaking their faces, red eyes, puffy lids. is so cocky knowing that he reduced them to tears, that he’s the only one seeing them as a babbling mess. he loves having control over them and the situation. he loves the bratty side too. “huh? where did all that confidence go? speak up, be clear. i won’t move till you do. beg.” And And And- he 100% likes to spank okay? i can just Feel it! it doesn’t have to be hard but he just likes to give you a little sting, grabbing the fat of your ass and thigh. OH AND- without a doubt, call him master. he probably calls you his personal genie, make all his wishes come true. sing his praises. let him know how good he makes you feel, how desperately you want to cum. how he is the bestest. he absolutely deserves it.

ahh can you tell where i am in the story? hehe~ i just defeated him on my second try, yay! now i’m on ch35, gonna finish up the book tonight. but i’m prematurely on scarabia lockdown. head is completely empty, only the scarabian duo is allowed in my thoughts now. i think i love them way too much now.

xo, napping anon

J-JAMIL.....I THINK JAMIL IS SLOWLY ENTERING MY HEART NOW......AND IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU, MY DARLING....

[thefoundationproject]

I've been thinking about it for a bit but then I saw catwampus' new art and it did me in so just picture this: de-aged Hound meeting Grizzer. Or Fox dealing with de aged Bral squad. Baby Hound not knowing what to do with this puppy who clearly loves him a lot. And keeps licking him and giving him a stick to throw and barely leaves his side. Grizzer knows he's fast but is not fast enough to be with all the babies at once and is both very happy and very sad because babies!! But also not enough Grizzer to go around and the babies keep falling when he isn't around to supervise. Babiest Baby Stone toddling all around Fox's ankles (or maybe he would be taken on by Ponds ?? he always goes for the tiniest ones). Baby Thorn and Baby Thire having a blast wreaking havoc with Blockade cleaning up after them. Baby Faie being very confused but hanging out with Neyo seemed to occupy him??? (Did Neyo take a lot of pictures why yes he did, it is only his right). Just baby Bral squad feels.

83 frames the picture of them napping in a heap with Grizzer (and a vod that might to an untrained eye resemble Fox but to a trained eye certainly is Fox (Neyo took the pic and then did not join them thank you very much)

Oh my goodness oh my goodness that's the most adorable thing! Hound and Grizzer would be love at first sight because DOGGY! but also Grizzer going this is my human just now portable. Just Hound toddling along holding on to Grizzer's spines to stay upright and that determined little toddler frown and and and and

And FOX. Grizzer is the bestest babysitter make no mistake, but childcare does occasionally require thumbs. So Grizzer can ride herd on these tiny swarming munchkins but Fox being the one who picks them up and totes them and being so incredibly gentle with them while kvetching the entire time about all the work he's having to do and somehow it's just as much as ever and do you people actually do any work and-

And Neyo! Frantically texting Colt et al How Do You Not Drop A Child because Faie doesn't want to be held, he wants to climb over and under everything up to and including Neyo himself but he's basically got no grip strength in his little toddler hands and Neyo finds all of this very nervewracking thank you. Unfortunately Faie is very cute (at least, he's very cute when he's not trying to gnaw on Neyo's bracer!) so Neyo is forced to take very very many holos. For evidence, of course. All part of the investigation to turn them back.

That would be the actual cutest. And 83 deserves every single napping drooling pic.

[littleoddwriter]

guess who? 🥰

as promised I am formally requesting zsaszmask and reader with atopic dermatitis headcanons, where they Absolutely Dote on reader to the best of their abilities because reader is amazing and strong and deserves all the love and support!! because atopic dermatitis can go fuck itself and they would absolutely kill it for reader 💜

(make this your perfect post please, self indulgent af okay 💜)

Roman Sionis x Male!Reader (w/ Atopic Dermatitis) x Victor Zsasz (Poly) | Headcanons

If it isn't the bestest friend in the whole wide world, hello there! :') <3 Seriously, thank you so much for requesting this, I can't possibly thank you enough for going out of your way like that, just so I can make that HC post for my own comfort, essentially. I appreciate you so much, my angel! Hope you enjoy these, too, though. I love you! <3 :) <3

notes; Male!Reader; Atopic Dermatitis; Flare-Up; Skin Disease; Chronic Illness; Itching, Scratching & Bleeding / Open Wounds; Self-Harm; Being Taken Care of; Comfort; Domestic Fluff; Poly-Amorous Relationship.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

No matter what special cremes and lotions you've tried, your skin kept itching and you kept on scratching, which led to open wounds all across your body at all times, never quite healing. It's frustrating even at the best of times and both Roman and Zsasz hate seeing you in pain like that, with every movement hurting immensely, as it pulls your skin taut, threatening to split open.

It is no surprise at all when you actually start having a flare-up again, one that would most likely last for a while once more. What's more unusual - or rather new for you - with this one, is the fact that it keeps you up at night, since that's when your skin is the most itchy and you can't help but to scratch to get some relief, only to then regret it because by then you have even more spots that are open and raw, bleeding, oozing, and painful.

Whenever you wake up at night and can't sleep anymore for a little while (or for the rest of the night, depending on it), Zsasz is usually the one, who is awake anyway, and so he keeps you company and distracts you, while you're trying to calm down and ignore the near unbearable itchiness. If it's not too painful for you, he puts his arms around you and just holds you close as you're talking quietly, careful not to wake Roman, who's normally asleep beside you two (you sleep in the middle).

Nonetheless, that doesn't mean that Roman is never awake and helps to comfort you during the night as well; it's just a rarer occurrence, considering that he needs his beauty rest and is a surprisingly deep sleeper. But when he's awake as well, the three of you will stay in bed, cuddling as you watch your favourite/comfort movie or talk until you've finally fallen back asleep after all. They don't care how much it might take out of them, too, since you're their top priority at such a time.

Often times, you get really frustrated, sad and angry over the wounds on your skin and the way you keep adding more by scratching, despite knowing you shouldn't and trying your best not to; but the itchiness is just that painful - And so sometimes you start crying and punching yourself or whatever surface is closest in frustration; that's when both Roman and Victor are all over you, trying to calm you down, and making sure you haven't actually hurt yourself too badly. It helps a lot to know that they care about your well-being and to feel their bodies against yours, such as their hands stroking over your body, your face, your hair, followed by little kisses.

On top of all that, the mostly sleepless nights cause you to be so extremely exhausted, that you're having a headache most of the time, while you're just barely awake throughout the day and your energy is very low. That's why Roman and Zsasz sometimes get you to lie down with them and nap for an hour or two, when they're both free and feel like it. Even if you can't sleep during that time, it's nice to have them both cuddle you as you're allowed to close your eyes and rest with no other responsibility looming over you.

Showering is also another problem that occurs with such flare-ups, and you dread every time you have to go and do it, because it causes you to be in so much pain and afterwards your skin is so extremely dry and you can feel it splitting open, or re-opening, in several places as you're basically running against time to apply your lotions on it before it gets too bad. At the same time, it also makes you itch even more every time you get out of the shower, which is very counterproductive, of course.

That often means that you actually don't shower by yourself most of the time; and both of them take turns washing and rinsing you gently, making sure you're hurting as little as possible. And then they'll get to work and apply your creme on your skin, making it a quicker and much easier process that way. Then, before you can even think about scratching yourself open, they'll do their best to distract you, so that your mind will be anywhere else, instead of focusing on the fact that you're itching all over.

Despite there being no cure, nor much help - even from dermatologists -, which means you'll most likely have to wait it out and see where this flare-up takes you; it's made so much easier on you by having Roman and Victor take care of you like that. You may feel like a burden to them for it, but they always remind you that you're important to them; and they wouldn't do this for anybody else, but you're that special someone to them (outside of each other), and they'd fight God and the Universe to make sure you're all right.

[plus-size-reader]

Lover-boy

Spencer Reid x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1509 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Calling Spencer on the phone at work and accidentally outing your relationship to his team

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You and Spencer had agreed to keep the relationship you shared between the two of you. 

Considering you worked on the same team, and were also very reliant on each other in the field, it could be considered a conflict of interest if anyone found out. 

You were pretty good at keeping it together. However, there were occasions when you were bound to slip up. You were human and sometimes it happened. 

Today, for example, you were home for the day with a terrible head cold, and you wanted nothing more than to take a nap...but that simple thing kept alluding you. 

No matter what you did, you couldn’t seem to get any rest. 

So, after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, you picked up your phone and dialed the all too familiar number. You knew that he was likely busy, either with a briefing or on the jet but you just had to hope he’d find the time. 

You needed to hear his voice, and then maybe, once you did, you’d feel better. 

Spencer’s phone rang a few times before he answered, only faltering slightly when he read your name on his caller I.D. There could have been a million reasons for your call, but it was impossible to tell which it could be. 

Maybe you needed help, or you’d found some information on the case while you were resting. 

The only way to know what happened would be to answer the phone and ask you himself so that’s exactly what he did. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked, giving Morgan a gentle nod when he looked at him, silently asking him what was wrong. It was something he did often, but if only he knew the truth. 

There was nothing wrong at all. 

In fact, more than losing your sleep and your runny nose, you were absolutely fine. 

“I’m fine Spence, I just can’t sleep” you sighed, your voice taking on an almost whiny tone as you reclined back against your pillow. Your head was throbbing, for whatever reason, but you didn’t care. 

Right now, you were just letting Spencer occupy your every thought. It was so much easier to just let his voice bathe your ears, as you relaxed into the sheets of your shared mattress.

That got Spencer’s attention, of course, but he knew he had to be careful about how he responded. After all, he was on a jet with several other behavioral analysts. 

They would all know the truth if he spoke too freely, and that would be all on him if he outed your secret to the team. 

Still, he wasn’t about to leave you hanging. 

“I was worried. Is there anything I can do to help?” he wondered, mouthing your name to Hotch where he was sitting. By this point, everyone had caught on to the fact he was taking a call, and that wasn’t going to just change. 

Never would Spencer had expected his team to just let something go, especially not something like that. 

“I’m sitting here in my scooby doo pajamas, staring at the ceiling and I need you to read me to sleep” you suggested, knowing exactly what you were asking. You were both adults but in your sickness, that wasn’t what you were thinking about.

All you wanted was to hear his voice as you finally drifted off to sleep. 

...And as hard an ask as it was, Spencer knew that he needed to do something about it. It wasn’t too much for him, but it would be hard to navigate without being found out. 

Spencer read to you almost every night before the two of you turned in and it always put you right to bed, no matter what he was reading. However, this was the middle of the day and he wasn’t alone.

It would be a little difficult to explain. 

“I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea-” he started, immediately hearing your various grumbles and huffs as you thought about it, pouting undoubtedly. You often did that when you were at a loss. 

Especially when you didn’t feel good. It was only natural, a human response in desire for comfort and relief from the pain. 

“Please Spence, some sleep will make me feel so much better” you begged, burying your face deep in your pillow as you grumbled some more, stretching out completely in the sheets. 

Who was he to argue with something like that? 

In all the time that he’d known you, both at work and romantically, there was nothing Spencer wouldn’t do for you and even now, with the added risk, he wasn’t about to refuse. 

Even if it would be a little hard to explain to the rest of your team. 

“Okay, how about this?” he tried, rummaging through his shoulder bag to find the novel he’d been reading. It was a composition of Kurt Vonnegut that you bought for his birthday, and while he had read it all before, you loved hearing him read it. 

It was one of your favorite things. 

“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt…” he started, flicking through the pages with his phone held between his jaw and his shoulder, his voice filling you with comfort as you listened. 

It made you feel that much better already, much better than you had before and you owed that all to him but while you were out in a few minutes after he started reading, Spencer still had a lot of explaining to do. 

“Did she finally fall asleep?” 

The voice, belonging to Derek Morgan, came suddenly though not fast enough to actually startle the young man in front of him. He could hear you snoring lightly into the phone, which prompted him to hang up before answering. 

“Who?” Spencer replied, shocked at the very suggestion. He hoped that if he denied it enough his friend would give it up, but that wasn’t going to happen. 

He knew that was never going to happen. 

Derek could be relentless when he thought he found something, and this was the biggest thing he had on Spencer for quite a while. If he could bust the kids balls a little, he wasn’t going to pass that up. 

Besides, the rest of the team had been trying to catch the two of you in this whole romantic subplot for weeks and they weren’t about to stop now. It wasn’t in Derek’s nature to ignore something like that. 

“Y/N loverboy, did she get to sleep okay?” he repeated, hoping Spencer would just give it up. 

You two had been inseparable in the BAU all this time, and it was no secret that you had moved in together a few months ago. After all, the FBI paid close attention to their agents. 

A change of address wasn’t something that could just slip through the cracks, especially not when Penelope Garcia was in charge of all those files. 

She had a sneaking suspicion about you two getting cozy weeks ago and after a bit of her own digging, she had practically confirmed it. However, it seemed like Derek was going to get there first. 

“She doesn’t feel well and she likes it when I read her to sleep. I’m sorry if I disturbed you” Spencer shrugged, knowing well enough that he’d been caught. There was no use lying to Morgan. 

Derek was the most perceptive profiler that Spencer had ever met and even if he tried to lie, Spencer had never been too good at that. 

“Don’t apologize kid, I’m happy for you” he grinned, patting the lanky male on the shoulder as he passed, heading toward the back of the plane to get a coffee. 

This flight was far from over, and if anything, Derek was just glad you two had finally gotten to a place where you could be open and honest about what it was between you. 

Hiding it was getting embarrassing. 

~

“I cannot believe you and Reid have been together all this time and you never said anything!” Penelope yelled, in your face as soon as you entered the office, shocking you at her perception. 

You had not been expecting this on your first day back. 

“Garcia, can I please finish my coffee before the interrogation begins?” you laughed, having been waiting for this conversation since Spencer came home last night, rambling about how strange Derek was acting. 

You just didn’t know she’d be on your case so soon. 

“No ma’am, you deserve this interrogation if not more. You didn’t tell me, your bestest friend in the whole world?” she teased back, poking you in the face gently as she walked with you. 

She felt left out, and you were going to be hearing about this for several weeks, and you deserved that. It was just going to take a lot of time to make this up to her. 

Luckily for you, Penelope had never held a grudge for long and it was only a matter of time before she forgave you. 

[foreverdolly]

Ma'am the first thing I checked when I woke up this morning was if you'd updated yet so I could read the new chapter before work! Please never doubt that you're an awesome writer, the fandom is probably just having a nap or something smh

awh ! this made me super happy. yay ! well i hope you woke up to a nice surprise :) i have a lot of plans for the fic and where i want to take it. definitely going to be a few more chapters to go. i want to give elvis the life i feel like he deserved, so i’m using the “my bestest girl” series as a means to do that. eeep.

they must be ! a couple of people are saying that everyone is going back to school, so that might be a giant factor ! the universe works hard, but fanfiction writers work even harder. i’ll keep posting at the level that i always have been and just pray for the best !

[asexualbuthorny]

Hey I'm back at it again with uncalled for and unwanted opinions on fictional characters. This might be long and entirely just word womit but this my blog and I do what I want.

The fandom I chose to desecrate today is Twisted Wonderland. Let's begin!

Heartslabyul:

Riddle Rosehearts. Love the boy. He a little too strict for me tho. Livin by the rules feels kinda like living on a schedule and I don't vibe with that. Baby has issues. He needs therapy more than he needs a relationship(simps sit down). Would not date him. Good friend material. He just needs to relax a little.

Trey Clover. He's the brother I never had and the father I wish I had. I bet he gives top tier hugs. Would go to him for advice. Would not date him 'cause he's dad. Want him to adopt me. Lovely boy. Very responsible and sensible. Trust him without doubt (daddy kink havers dni /j).

Cater Diamond. Suspishis. I don't know what he's thinking. Cannot trust. Good boy nevertheless. Probably has some issues. Im not a fan of social media so Im not with the whole magicam thing or whatever. Very pretty. Deserves more love. And hugs. Would not date. Good friend material pt.2

Ace Trapolla. More like crappola. Stinky bastard man. If I was there he wouldn't have kneecaps. Would throw hands. Annoying. Needs to get beaten up and put in his place. If he said shit to me I would throw his ass out a window. Would not date. Hardly a friend.

Deuce Spade. Wonderful boy. Sweet angel. Love him. Best boy! Best boy! Best boy! Has my heart. Would trust him. He may be dumbass but I vibe with him. A personal favourite. Would date. Would marry. We could raise chicks together. Dream boy. My heart is filled with love when I think of him. 10/10. A good friend and a potential lover.

Savanaclaw:

Leona Kingscholar. DISGUSTANG. STINKY. AWFUL BASTARD MAN. Leona simps get help. This man smells like pee. Lazy. Can't do shit by himself. I don't know if he's aware but if he wasn't royalty nobody and I mean NOBODY would deal with his shit. And his attitude like cool you can always fail and get held back 'cause you have daddys money and can go back home and live with your parents your whole life but not everybody has that kind of priviledge. That kind of ungratefulness just make my brain angry. Would not date. Not a friend. Would not deal with his shit. Throw hands on sight.

Ruggie Bucchi. Sneaky. Needs money. I understand Im broke too. Don't have much to say about him. Doesn't occupy much space in my head. Would not date. Hard to trust. May be a friend. He would probably rob me. Disrespectfuly.

Jack Howl. Good boy. Deserves the best. Very responsible and has a good sense of justice. A little too serious. Calm down. Tsundere. Want to pet them ears tho. Another best boy! We can all agree that he's a favourite among the fans. Would not date. Very good friend.

Octavinelle:

Azul Ashengrotto. Shady. Not trustworthy. Responsible. He runs a restaurant while being a top student. I can respect that. Very smart. Insecure. Don't worry bb we all been there. I like him. But he's still bastard. But like less. Idk. Would date but barely. Maybe a friend. Again barely.

Floyd Leech. Crazy mf. His simps are masochists I don't take critisism. He would fold us all like lawnchairs. Don't think about him much. Not my cup of man. I like his voice tho. Kinda cute. Can't trust tho. Would not date. Friend but very carefuly.

Jade Leech. Scary. This man knows things. Sells your secrets on the black market. Polite. Dangerous. Not much to say abt him. His simps rub me the wrong way. Would not date. A person I know from school but not a friend.

Scarabia:

Kalim Al Asim. Very friendly. Sunshine boy. Lively child. Very naive. I would fool him for the lols. Give him many hugs. I don't like parties so we wouldn't vibe on that. He could teach me new games. Rich boy. Probably buys his friends expensive shit and thinks it's a small present. Could date. Makes a better friend tho. Take me on a magic carpet ride pls.

Jamil Viper. Sneaky pt.2. Can't trust after the shit he pulled. Can forgive but not forget. He's a lot smarter than he looks. Even if already looks smart. Can cook so that's a plus. Big respect to people that can cook. He would fool me for the lols. I would fall for it every time. He knows things. Sells your secrets pt.2. He wants to break free. Would not date. Friend but very very carefuly.

Pomefiore:

Vil Schoenheit. We would not get along. Im very live and let live and he sticks his nose in other people buisiness. I don't care how I look and he's very aesthetic oriented. He would call me ugly. I would call him a bitch. We would throw hands on sight. Argue every day. I would hide and defend Epel from him and his bullshit. He's dedicaded to his thing and has a succsesful career so I can respect that. But he still a bitch.

Rook Hunt. Don't trust him. He's french. Creepy. Poor beastpeople tbh. Can't say much about him. I bet he writes superb poetry tho. 10/10 would listen. Would compliment me. Don't know if genuine. Would not date. Decent friend tho.

Epel Felmier. Arson buddies. Commit crimes together. Call Vil a bitch toghether. He wants to be buff and I can get behind that. He could beat my ass and I would let him. He's kinda like a little brother who you teach how to get away with murder. We would beat everones ass. Good boy. Best friend. Would not date. We would rule the school.

Ignyhide:

Idia Shroud. I could beat his ass. Wouldn't tho. Not worth it. Incel. Gets zero pussy. Probably stinky. Would still try to befriend. Bully him lovingly. Gatekeeper. Anxiety. Me too tbh. Not much to sqy about him. Roast marshmellows on his head. Would not date. Could be a friend.

Ortho Shroud. A child. We could be friends. I would teach him swearwords. Good boy. Don't know much about him. Friend material.

Diasomnia:

Sebek Zigvolt. Why he so damn loud? Like calm down boy. Still very good and dedicaded. Could not be in relationship 'cause he has other things on his plate. Tries to be responsible. Still a disaster dumbass. Love the boy. Would not date. Good friend.

Silver. Don't know much about him. Like what are you hiding sleepyheadass? Seems like a nice good boy. We could take hella naps together. Would not date. Befriend him.

Lilia Vanrouge. Dad/grandpa vibes. Would take care of me while Im sick. I would get poisoned by his cooking. HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND. Father I wish I had pt.2. Trickster. Would tease me. I still love him. Welcom to the fam. Would not date because him grandpa.

Malleus Draconia. THIS MAN. Im looking respectfuly. Gorgeus. Beautiful. Stunning. My husband. Give him love and hugs and kisses. I would marry this man. My sunshine my starlight. Im such a simp for him. Who wouldn't want a cool dragon husband. He owns my heart and my ass. 100000000/10. Would die for him. Bestest boy. My love please come to me.

Wwwaaaa this was long. I might post something strictly about relationships if I feel anything again some time soon.

[bellafragolina]

Volo and Makoto: both of us are interested with the Renegade Pokemon, Giratina!

Volo: because I'd like to form an alliance with it so we can question Arceus about this world!

Makoto: because I'd like to test if showing Giratina the light my mission would succeed! And I want to be its potential friend!

*both stares at each other in disbelief 2.0*

(In spongebob time skip voice) a little post-game time later

lo an behold Giratina became both of their ally, Volo's temporary ally and Makoto's new friend to baby

-🦀 anon

Baby Giratina to hell and back Makoto he needs it and deserves it. He’s just a wormy boy, that’s all. He’s a good boy, the bestest boy to ever boy. He deserves all the scritches and treats, and I trust Makoto to give him that. And also to not let Volo work the poor dear too hard, he’s just a baby boy! He deserves a break to lie in the sun and nap <3

What a happy ending <3

~Renee

[star-ocean-peahen]

Sleeebby boy…

he so sleeby,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he taking a nap,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he just a little guy

he just. him. his little ears his little face hes so FLUFY his little head looks so soft i want to pet it because he deserves all the pets and al the love ever his little eyes are crinkled shut because he is just a little guy because he is just a little sleepy man because he is just the most ever because he deserves everything in the world he is just the softest and fluffiest and bestests of kitties in the whole entire world

[xhanisai]

Wo Ai Ni !

AO3 / FFN

Summary:  

 Plagg thought that having his holder moon and squeal about Ladybug this and Ladybug that was utter hell. . He should have realised from day one that it was absolutely nothing compared to his babbling adoration for the heroine's civilian identity and now, his waxing poetry for the raven haired girl as he finally shattered the whole 'She's just a friend' delusion and accepted his feelings for her.

A/N: I am sick and tired of all the work I've been doing for finals and honestly need my break. Anyways, here's a sweet, fluffy fic to get the stress out of my system and hopefully make your day a bit better :) The fic's title is inspired by Hitomi Takahashi's song: Wo Ai Ni (which most of you would find familiar as ending 14 for Gintama) Aaaand special thanks to @Word_Devourer for giving me the idea for the operation's name and thanks to @gale-of-the-nomads for giving me the push to write this~ Takes place after Party Crasher/ Trouble Fête, enjoy! ~(x)~ . . . Plagg thought that having his holder moon and squeal about Ladybug this and Ladybug that was utter hell. . He should have realised from day one that it was absolutely nothing compared to his babbling adoration for the heroine's civilian identity and now, his waxing poetry for the raven haired girl as he finally shattered the whole 'She's just a friend' delusion and accepted his feelings for her. Mm-hmm, there are no words in the french vocabulary that could even describe half the agony that Plagg's enduring right now, right this second as Adrien floated around in his room, hugging the gift that Marinette gave him earlier on at school with a disgustingly hopeless grin plastered on his stupid blushy face. 'Is it too late to go back to napping for a few more centuries or so? Cos I am way too old to be dealing with this fuckery again.' Plagg scowled, feline eyes almost like slits as he slouched on his pillow. He didn't even get a chance to take a bite out of his beloved Camembert! Why was he always the one stuck with the lovesick kittens again...? "-and our hands touched when she gave me the gloves! TOUCHED! I am never washing my hands again~" Adrien wiggled on the spot, nuzzling the soft present against his cheek and hungrily memorised the delectable vanilla scent that lingered on it. "Oh Plagg...did ya see the way she smiled at me? That soft, pretty, beautiful smile? Her lips so glossy and kissable AND mon dieu! I was tempted to just gather her up in my arms and kiss the living daylights out of her!" The blonde teen let out another high pitched squeal that sounded quite close to a kitten's meow and flopped on the bed, his weight causing Plagg and his pillow to bounce up and send the yowling kwami flying. Plagg. Had. ENOUGH. Darting towards the boy's face, fur sticking up making him look like a fuzzy ball, Plagg grabbed Adrien's collar and yelled. "CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP AND GO ASK HER OUT ALREADY!?" The force of the little God's voice caused Adrien's fringe to blow back comically, surprising the teen in which he merely blinked back like a kitten. After realising what he's done, an apology was quick to make way on Plagg's tongue for snapping like that only to disintegrate immediately when Adrien's reaction turned into one of a typical, shoujou, love struck schoolgirl. "I can't just ask Marinette out! She's too amazing...too cool...so awesome...oh man I love her so much! I have to get cooler and be at least half as wonderful as her before I could even dream of asking her out." Adrien was blind to Plagg rolling his eyes like it's the end of the world and kept on rambling, gloves pressed to his lips. "Besides, she doesn't even love me that way...she's always so jumpy around me..." Just as Plagg was about to scold him for being so self-deprecating and maybe give a boost of encouragement, Adrien suddenly shot up from the bed with his fists pumped up in newly found determination. "Which is why I should get better at wooing her! I'm gonna call the boys and come up with a plan to get Marinette to fall in love with me! It will be called: Operation Marry-Nette. What do you think?" Adrien looked genuinely proud of his plan like he's just won the lottery and Plagg couldn't help but sigh endearingly at him. Maybe for the last time, just for him, just for Adrien, Plagg will humour his holder through their terrible love schemes. Who knows? It could be quite entertaining and finally end this tiring love square that has lost its charm many months ago. "You were never this obsessed when you were claiming about how Ladybug and you were meant to be. Were your feelings not deep enough for her?" The kwami settled back on his pillow, stroking his wedge of cheese and glanced at Adrien through his peripheral vision who looked sheepish for a split second. "Don't get me wrong, I do love Ladybug still- but because she's my bestest friend and I admire her so much. It's just not as romantic anymore and a guy can only pursue for so long before it starts to grate on the pursued. I must have annoyed her quite a bit..." "Just a bit~?" "...okay a lot. I deserved all those bops to the head by her yo-yo and I already did apologise to her for being so obnoxious. Anyways, the point is that even though Ladybug is amazing...Marinette is Marinette. Marinette was always there for everyone, there for me. It's like my feelings have been building up for her throughout the whole time and my feelings for Ladybug was the dam. The dam's now broken and all my pent up love for Marinette is flooding all over the place...and I don't regret it one bit." Adrien hugged the gloves again with his standard, warm smile that the God always spotted when Marinette was nearby. "It wasn't easy, keeping those feelings away to avoid feeling guilty about loving another girl. Now, I don't have to worry about that. I can love Marinette all I want...if she wants to have me." Plagg rolled his eyes fondly this time, cuddling into the crook of the boy's shoulder with a fanged grin. He couldn't wait to see the delight and happiness when his chosen finds out that he's been in love with one girl all along and that his feelings were absolutely mutual. ~(x)~ "Oh! A-A-Adrien!?" "M-M-Marinette! You there- I mean hey there! Hahah...longtimenosee-" Not too far away, Alya and Nino watched the scene before them with exasperation as Marinette and Adrien started their daily stammering ritual for the umpteenth time. The model being the new addition. Sure, the first few times watching the two of them become a flustered mess when coming across one another was an entertaining prospect. Now it was absolutely painful seeing the two beloved idiots so stupidly in love with one another, blinding them from the fact that it's in fact requited. And what answers were they given when they attempted to convince said idiots that they should ask each other out? "Ah! Alya-aaa! You know I can't do that yet. Adrien still sees me as a friend so don't get my hopes up. But that doesn't mean operation secret garden is finished. I will get him to fall in love with me!" "Nino!? How many times do I have to tell you? Marinette's more interested in my clothes than in me! She's yet to fall for my suave, meow-tastic self~ Also, operation Marry-Nette is now a go-go. You, Agent Best Man have to make sure that the rose petals are ready as soon as she steps into the art room." Needless to say, Adrien's scheme failed catastrophically. So bad that not even the nerdy model took the opportunity to make a pun about it since they ended up jamming the large fans for a 'wind' effect with the rose petals and thus causing a fire. All the boys from the class ended up with a week's worth of detention much to their dismay and the girls' curiousities. Did Lahiffe even need to mention how Agreste begged for them to keep their shenanigans in helping him woo the girl he loves a secret? Despite the fact that the whole school pretty much caught on? So that's how the bespectacled couple felt like they've aged for like a decade or so thanks to their oblivious best friends who were still exchanging word soup and frazzled gestures. "-no no! You're beautiful- not that you're not beautiful everyday! Oh- erm- agh-" Adrien bit his tongue by reflex and shoved his hands inside the pockets of the designer hoodie he threw on this morning. His cheeks matched the Asian girl in front of him in a raspberry tinted flush. "YOU THANKS! I mean...thank you..." Marinette took a deep sigh before determination settled on her face. She gently clutched one of Adrien's sleeves, letting her dainty fingers brush against the back of his hand and smiled sweetly. "You're beautiful too," She flashed a toothy grin and then immediately speed walked away, leaving behind her gaping friends. A high pitched kettle like sound escaped from Adrien's throat and then he immediately shoved his hood over his head and used the drawstrings to fasten the hole in order to hide his discombobulated face. Alya and Nino carried on gaping as the usually cool model chanted 'Mon Dieu' over and over again, clutching his fabric covered face and wiggling on the spot. "Either things will get much more interesting or we're about to hit the peak of idiot one's and idiot two's stupidity." Alix quipped from the background, joined by a mutter of agreement from the other students. "Oh Marinette just hurry up and marry me already~" Adrien swooned, ignorant to the chuckling crowd as he was still stuck in his bubble. The bubble was mercilessly popped by Kubdel. "THEN GO PROPOSE TO HER ALREADY LOVER BOY!" This snapped Adrien out of his daze in an instant, prompting a feminine squeal from him and his body launching up in the air like a scaredy-cat. Heaving, he clutched Nino who was the closest to him and glared at the short girl before scoffing and scurrying away. His hand covered his face in embarrassment throughout the whole time as the students in the vicinity guffawed at him. Adrien decided that he was going to hide his face for eternity and avoid everyone who's not Nino. Representing the Gabriel brand be damned! ~(x)~ Adrien.Exe has stopped working. No, really. His soul pretty much abandoned his jelly like body and his brain has turned to mush. 'Adrien Agreste has unfortunately stopped working for the time being. Please leave a message after the meow.' Was the only comprehensible sentence that ran through the teen's mind. Marinette was sleeping on him. Sleeping on him! Again!!! Her soft, pretty, serene face hid in the crook of his neck, causing him to inhale the lingering bakery scent of vanilla and strawberries every time he dared to breathe. One of her hands latched onto the front of his shirt adorably, knuckles against his chest and Adrien could swear that the erratic beating of his heart would disturb her slumber. Yet, by some miracle he remained calm and cool on the outside despite his inner turmoil. Inhaling sharply, Adrien willed for his heart to calm down as he bravely rested a hand on the girl's waist before allowing his cheek to lean against Marinette's smooth, silky locks. He took this as an opportunity to study her up close. Marinette had her hair loose today. The long, petal thin strands fanned just below her shoulder and her fringe tickled his neck pleasantly. Her long lashes created a subtle, curved shadow on her cheek bones and had Adrien been an ordinary boy, he would have missed the expertly applied concealer below her eyes. She seemed to get more and more exhausted everyday. His poor princess... "I wish I could just hold you in my arms and keep you safe and happy forever..." He mumbled into her hair, placing his free hand on top of Marinette's which was still grasping his shirt and squeezed gently. Gathering what's remaining of his courage, Adrien puckered his lips and pecked her head, face flaming throughout the whole time. It lasted no more than a moment. Yet it was a moment that Adrien will cherish for the next few decades to come. CLICK. Reflex kicked in rapidly and by muscle memory, Adrien shielded Marinette's body with his, wrapping his arms around her and was quick to flash a dangerous glare at the intruder that dared to make an appearance. The sight of a cheeky Alya and the rest of the cooing girl group, all waving their phones and giggling on the spot drained his wrath and replaced it with shyness. "How much did you see!?" Adrien rasped, unconsciously holding Cheng closer to him, not realising that she was starting to stir. "All of it~ but don't worry Sunshine, we won't tell or show her a single thing." Alya winked slyly, wriggling her phone for emphasis. "It's just going to be in our collection for the amazing album we'll be showing you on yours and Mar's wedding day," Adrien stumbled on his words next, ears and cheeks redder than Nathaniel's hair before hiding his face in Marinette's locks as the girls snickered louder. Thoughts of Marinette in various wedding dresses, floating down the aisle with a loving smile on her face, slipping a ring on his finger as she recited her vows, leaning up as he leaned down to kiss her, all ricocheted within his mind without mercy. It was then that the boy noticed that Marinette was fidgeting in her sleep and panic started to settle in his body. "You evil people...you're waking her up." He hissed tiredly but without any venom and made soft shushing sounds to lull the designer back to sleep. The girls had other ideas however and without wasting a second, they made their moves in sonic speed. Juleka was the first to strike, lifting Marinette up bridal style whilst Rose firmly pushed Adrien back against the library's beanbag in a more comfortable way before the tall girl gently placed the snoozing girl on the boy's lap. Alix and Alya struck next, positioning Adrien's and Marinette's arms so that it looked like the former was cradling the girl protectively against him and the latter snuggling up to him with her arms around his neck.   Throughout the whole time, Mylène recorded the entire endeavour with a happy hum. "You should have involved us in Operation Marry-Nette. Look how much more successful we were in a matter of minutes compared to the painful weeks you guys went through with your schemes. I still can't believe that one of them involved you acting out a stunt in order to impress her only for you to fail terribly and bruise your ribs. You should never listen to Kim." The chubby girl smiled, grin only widening as Adrien's blush deepened when Marinette cuddled closer to him in her sleep. The raven haired girl's lips were brushing against his collarbones. It took everything for him to not combust. "Nino blabbed didn't he?" The blonde teen accused. "My babe is terrible at keeping anything from me, boo. But to be fair, it was super obvious from the start. Don't be mad at us~?" Alya pressed her phone against her lips, batting her eyes cutely, prompting the boy to roll his eyes and look away but the way he squeezed Marinette closer to him didn't go unseen. "...m'kay...just send me the pics afterwards please?" Adrien's question was answered with a cheer from the girls. . Nino on the other hand was chased around the school by Adrien with his sabre for ratting out the plans to Alya. "Bro! I'm sorry! PLEASE STOP TRYING TO STAB ME- SOMEONE HELP!" "You broke the bro-code Lahiffe! Now you must suffer the consequences!" "BRO!!??!!" ~(x)~ "...Are you okay Chat Noir?" As soon as Marinette placed a tentative hand on the hero's shoulder, he leapt up as high as his namesakes before quickly composing himself with an awkward laugh. "Kine...I MEAN- FINE! I'm fine...hahah..." Chat's faux ears plastered themselves against his unruly locks as he gripped his tail in front of him with both hands. He internally thanked the Gods (more reliable than Plagg at the very least) that his hair was covering his human ears otherwise Mari would have seen that they were as red as Ladybug's suit. The heroine in disguise raised a brow in worry, lips pursed with confusion. The silly boy has been acting very odd for the past few months. In fact his behaviour right now was starting to resemble a certain blonde sweetheart in her class- 'No! Snap out of it Marinette. Don't start comparing them both again!' The girl warned herself in her mind, shooting down the blush that tried to fight its way to her cheeks and then plastered on a polite smile. "Thank you for saving me and sorry for being in the way. I was trying to get away from the akuma, honest." Marinette fibbed, hoping that her partner would simply tease her with a few puns before vaulting away. Instead, the black cat stammered incoherently. "Oh hahah! N-N-No! You weren't in the way. You can never be in the way, it's never too much of a big deal- NOT THAT I'M SAYING YOU'RE NOT A BIG DEAL! You are one heck of a deal haha- oh the akuma is going that way. Stay safe pretty girl whose name I don't know- IMEANGOODBYE! ADIOS! Gahhhhhh..." Snapping his jaw shut, Chat Noir zoomed away with his staff in hand, hitting himself on the head repeatedly as he muttered 'Stupide!' over and over again. Marinette was left blinking owlishly at the boy's strange antics. The familiar feelings that has been gnawing on her mind for the past half year or so simply grew, causing her to nibble on the tip of her thumb. Yet, she couldn't identify what it was for the life of her and it was driving her insane. "Tikki, first Adrien has started to act like me when I'm around. Now Chat Noir? Have I done something to offend them both?" Marinette pouted at her kwami cutely which elicited a giggle from the tiny Goddess. "Oh no, no no no. I think they've fallen for you Marinette- isn't that exciting? The two boys you love? Flailing around you because you make them so shy and nervous? I can't wait to see how this plays out!" The knowing smile that Tikki had on annoyed Marinette. "What do you mean 'the two boys I love'? I'm not in love with Chat Noir! And them loving me? Impossible. Chat Noir loves Ladybug and Adrien hasn't shown any interest in me other than being 'just a friend'." The face that the little Ladybug wore was drier than the Sahara desert. "Marinette. Are you really going to argue with a being that has existed before time itself about this?" The designer only stared back stubbornly before answering. "Tikki, transformer-moi!" "You know I'm ri-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight-" Was the last thing Tikki managed to say before encasing Marinette into her standard suit. Ladybug snorted, hands on hips as she tried her best to ignore everything that has happened prior. "Liking Chat Noir as well doesn't make this any easier dammit..." ~(x)~ Adrien tripped over his shoes and fell on his face as he was too preoccupied in watching Marinette (with a dopey smile etched on his lips) chatter with Marc and Nathaniel. He was rewarded with the love of his life helping him back up on his face and cupping his face tenderly as she worried over him and checked for any injuries. Chat Noir pestered Ladybug over and over again about allowing Marinette the mouse miraculous once more or even letting her try a different one as he tenaciously believed that she would make an excellent part time hero like Rena Rouge and Carapace. The silly cat ended up receiving a playful chop to the head and a 'I'll think about it' from his Lady. He never noticed how she was oddly flustered as he was too busy doing victorious acrobatics and dances during the rest of patrol. A student from the nearby lycée took interest in Marinette after seeing her a few dozen times since he was a local at the Dupain-Cheng bakery. His attempt in asking her out however was sabotaged by a group of peculiarly dressed, short 'tourists' asking for directions to the nearest Parisian attraction in their painfully broken and accented English. The boy missed his chance to seek her out when she skipped out of his sight with Alya and co and then gave up entirely as Marinette ended up going off on a heated rant about how she was getting sick and tired of strangers going up to her and asking her out when she's never really acknowledged them. He missed the way the supposed tourists removed the disguises from their faces, revealing Adrien, Nino, Kim, Max and Ivan as they 'Ho ho ho'd away. During his patrol, Chat Noir spotted Marinette conversing with both Luka and Kagami near La Seine, the latter two sporting a fond look towards the short designer. Fonder than usual...Noir didn't like it at all. It didn't help that he knew that the musician harboured some feelings for Marinette and the fencer has mentioned numerous times how cute Marinette was. So, with his usual dramatic flair, Chat vaulted towards them, staff slamming between Marinette and the other two friends and then slid down to their level. His body slightly shielded Dupain-Cheng from Couffaine's and Tsurugi's view as he exchanged pleasantries with a slight bite to it. The trio happily conversed back instead, sending guilt down Chat Noir's spine for acting a bit bratty in the beginning. The guilt transformed into second hand embarrassment as Luka and Kagami admitted that they started to casually date and was asking Marinette for advice on where to go for a proper date to make it official. There was no need for the green cat to make its appearance to start with! ~(x)~ Marinette gave Chat Noir a pleasant kiss on the cheek, thanking him for escorting her home and her warm smile never wavered when he went through his customary babbles. The kitten ultimately gave up speaking, gathering back what's left of his dignity and grasped Mari's fingers, kissing the knuckles chastely before saluting and leaping away. The heroine in disguise let out a happy smile, a soft blush flared in her cheeks as she leaned against the top of the balcony and perched the side of her head with her fist. A few stars twinkled in the dark, clear sky and the breeze was soothing enough to clear one's mind. "Oh Adrien, you poor kitten...now what am I gonna do with you?" Marinette's quiet giggles were joined by her kwami who flew out of her purse and nuzzled her holder's cheek. "Told you he's in love with you. You owe me those tasty triple chocolate chunky cookies with your Maman's special tea." "Oh well. A deal's a deal. I still can't believe he's my Chaton- no, wait. I can believe it. Who else would be my silly, dorky, wonderful partner? Did you see how jealous he looked when he saw me with Luka and Kagami? And I thought I was bad! Hahah!" "At least he didn't get them akumatised like he got Theo once." Tikki chimed. "Oooh! Can you believe that he wrote 'Adrien Dupain-Cheng' on your notebook a few times without realising it wasn't his? And then proceeded to steal it for a day so that he could get rid of the pages he's written on? Plagg almost choked on his cheese laughing about it!" "If he hadn't missed that one page, I'd have never known why he stole it in the first place. Makes that time I borrowed his phone for the day to delete the voicemail seem minor in comparison." "He has a folder in his phone dedicated to pictures of you and another folder dedicated to you and him! His current lock screen is of him and you~! So cute~!" "We're both so horribly obsessed with each other. How is that cute- hey! Stop laughing!" "And his name for the operation to make you notice him; absolutely adorable~" "Pfft. I'll give him that. It's not too bad." A comfortable silence settled between them as they happily stargazed. For once, Marinette didn't feel exhausted or being pulled apart in numerous directions. Figuring out that her crime-fighting, pun loving partner was none other than the shy, sweet boy who sat in front of her in class soothed her heart and eased her mind. Accepting that he was head over heels for her to the point where he turned into a nervous, stammering, hot mess did nothing but fill Marinette with giddiness and perhaps be less harsh on herself when she was in his shoes. He fell for her twice. Twice! Just like she did! How could she not be floating on cloud nine after that? For once, her hectic life ever since she received the magical earrings has hit a calm and Marinette couldn't wait to see what adventures would follow next as she and Adrien would face them on unmasked, without anymore secrets. Speaking of secrets. "Hey Tikki? When should I come clean to him? There's no way that I could keep this hushed. I have a feeling that Maître Fu is aware of everything too with how I've seen him lurking left and right with that stupid knowing smile you both always seem to have on. So it should be alright, right?" "Since the Guardian has given you and your partner more freedom with your secret identities now, it's up to you when you want to tell Adrien everything. Bu-uuuuut...I kind of want to see him confess to you. Maybe figure it out himself. It's more fun that way, no?" Tikki's grin widened at Marinette's rosy cheeks, the former looking away bashfully, eyes sparkling with joy. "Do you think he'll figure it out?" "Plagg told me that he figured it out the day Mme. Mendeleiev got akumatised but ended up having to scrap that idea when he saw that illusion you created to throw him off. Adrien was so sure that Ladybug was you and seemed pretty down when you disproved that theory." 'So he did know it was me...' Marinette thought with awe, recalling how much happier and excited Chat Noir was during the battle, thinking that his Lady was his Princesse. "I'll give him a couple of days to confess or figure out my identity. Otherwise I'll just grab him by the collar and smooch his stupid face like no tomorrow." Tikki kissed Marinette's cheek in response, delighted with the girl's answer as they made way back into her room. ~(x)~ This was it. He was going to confess. Adrien has had enough of the way Marinette's lips would taunt him with the way they glistened under the lights and he couldn't escape the sweet scent that wafted from her every time she moved. It was so much more easier to deal with her when she was flighty and shy! Now? She was so much more sure of herself, bold, coy, dare he say...flirty. It went from squeezing his fingers to reassure him to smoothly kissing his cheeks as a thank you for whenever he's helped her out or did something she thought was 'adorable'. The tight hugs, the hair ruffles, the lip biting, the cheeky smirk that eased its way to her face whenever someone mistook them as a couple and the lack of denial or correction she gave in response. If he didn't confess at the end of the day, he was going to explode! With the help of the founding members of Operation Marry-Nette along with the new members, they have arranged a successful scenario. One that was working way too smoothly compared to the previous hundred or more plans that went haywire in an instant so Adrien kept a look out for anything strange or bizarre. Knowing his lack of luck, Le Papillon would strike now. Luckily, this didn't seem to be the case as he found Marinette waiting for him by the Arc de Triomphe. The place where he asked her to meet him. "Marinette! Hey!" Adrien jogged towards her, mentally patting himself on the back for not stammering. That thought process was quickly wiped away when he realised what she was wearing and how beautiful she looked. Dupain-Cheng was decked up in a simple but stylish red blouse with a high waist, short black skirt. Following her long legs were black tights and black ankle boots that had a red ribbon on the zippers. Her hair was kept up in space buns, also adorned by red ribbons, making her sky blue eyes pop. Lastly, her lips were glossed in a cherry red tint. The urge to kiss them increased by ten folds and all the words that Adrien has taken months upon months to plan and say turned into goop. 'What the fuck!? This isn't fair. This is so not fair. Why the hell did she have to dress up so prettily and look all cute and innocent now of all times? Why now!? Fuck! It should be illegal to be this beautiful! Damn you!' "Hey there Handsome! You said that you needed to tell me something?" Marinette peeked below her dark lashes and fiddled with the gold necklace that adorned her neck. A necklace that he gifted her a few weeks ago. She was going to be the death of him. "...Adrien? Are you okay?" Her hands reached up to cup his red cheeks only to be intercepted by his in an iron grip. "Adrien?" The boy squinted his eyes shut, blush never leaving and finally blurted out his feelings: "Wǒ ài nǐ!" . 'I love you!' . . . A few seconds of silence went by. The sounds of the chattering crowd in the background faded into nothing as all the boy could hear was the harsh pounding of his heart. Fearing the worst, Adrien refused to open his eyes and his ears and cheeks burned with both shyness and embarrassment. Dread began to build up in his heart when he felt Marinette wriggle her hands out of his grip and his shoulders sagged, awaiting the rejection that was clear to follow. His spiralling thoughts were halted by the contact of Marinette's fingers brushing his cheeks, slipping through his hair before getting tugged down sharply so that his lips crashed into hers. Adrien's eyes snapped open for a split second in surprise as a shocked mewl escaped his throat but then the warmth and softness that was Marinette's lips took over and he couldn't help but shut his eyes again. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her small frame tightly against his and he couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Before Adrien could deepen the kiss, Marinette parted much to his dismay but her lips still brushed against his. He got an eyeful of her cheeks turning as rosy as his and her lips darkened into a kiss bruised state. An image that burned into his mind pleasantly. "So...d-does that mean you love me too?" Adrien couldn't help but whisper, lips tingling as they brushed against hers. "Silly Chaton. In China, we don't outright say that! But...wǒ zhǐ shǔ yú nǐ." "My Lady!? Mmph-" The boy was silenced with another kiss and this time, Marinette's words played in repeat over and over again in his mind. Wǒ zhǐ shǔ yú nǐ: I only belong to you. . . . ~(x)~ A/N: I'll proof read tomorrow. N I G H T. And Ramadan Mubarak~