#the expressions and the movement AND the lighting just really make this moment so dramatic and dynamic I love it so much

[2aceofspades]

FEELINGS. EMOTIONS.

Y'all. 🥲

3k Comic//002D-Alpha 9 (10 years post-mutation)

Part 1 | 001D-Alpha 9

[cumironi]

i LOVE your works and i was wondering if you could write their ( toji, nanami, geto and gojo) reaction to you refusing to let them shower with the reader on purpose? if not that’s fine too! have a great dayyy.

SAVE THE WATER, SHOWER TOGETHER !’

you refuse to let your boyfriend join you in the shower, featuring. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna.

GOJO SATORU!’

as the warm steam curled through the bathroom, you were about to step into the shower when you caught movement from the corner of your eye. there, leaning casually against the doorframe, stood gojo with his arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. his eyes sparkled with that usual mischievous glint, and you knew exactly what he was about to suggest before he even opened his mouth.

“soooo,” he began, his voice light and teasing, “need a little company in there? you know, someone to scrub your back?”

you sighed, not even glancing back as you adjusted the water temperature. “you know, you ask this every time,” you replied, your tone flat but laced with amusement. “and every time, the answer’s still the same.”

gojo pouted at your reply, moving into the bathroom and leaning against the wall near doorframe so that he blocked any escape. “oh, come on,” he whined, his bottom lip jutting out in an exaggerated frown, “it’s not like i’ve ever been boring.” he stepped closer, his arms uncrossing as he reached out and tugged gently at your towel. “besides, showering alone is so lonely. i could make it much more… enjoyable.”

you turned to him, one eyebrow arching as you met his gaze. a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you crossed your own arms over your chest. “oh, babe, i don’t doubt that,“ you said, your tone teasing, eyes narrowing slightly. “i’m sure you'd make it very enjoyable.”

gojo’s grin widened, thinking he was getting somewhere, but before he could celebrate, you added with a playful roll of your eyes, “but you’d also waste a ton of water. and we both know you’re just going to end up making a mess.”

gojo’s grin faltered for a second, but it was quickly replaced with a mock-hurt expression. “oh, come on now,” he protested, placing his hand over his heart in a melodramatic gesture. “don’t insult me like that. i’m perfectly capable of controlling myself, thank you very much.”

he moved closer, his hands now resting on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. “besides, do you really think i care about wasting water when i could have a nice, steamy shower with the most beautiful woman in the world?”

you shook your head, biting back a laugh as you placed your hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. despite the firm rejection, your eyes gleamed with mischief, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “no, babe. absolutely not.”

he gave you that charming smile, eyes twinkling, as if expecting you to give in any moment, but you raised a brow at him. “do i need to remind you what happened the last time we showered together?”

gojo blinked, his grin faltering again as you continued, “you broke my shampoo bottle, knocked over everything on the shelf, and somehow managed to flood half the bathroom.” you smirked, leaning closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “so, no. i’d rather not have a repeat of that.”

gojo let out a dramatic huff, his hands still resting on your hips, thumbs now tracing along your sides. he knew he was not winning this argument, but he always had to try. “hey, that was not my fault,” he protested, looking for all the world like a scolded puppy. “the shampoo bottle just... slipped. and the flood was a complete accident.”

he leaned in closer, his gaze sultry, as he tried once more to sway you. “how about i promise to be good this time? no mess, no accidents. just me, you, and a… very pleasurable shower.”

you laughed softly at his persistence, unable to hide your amusement, but you weren’t giving in that easily. you knew exactly what ‘pleasurable’ meant when it came to gojo, and you had no intention of letting him get his way. “and how many times have you promised that before?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

gojo chuckled sheepishly at your callout, his fingers still playing with the edge of your towel. “maybe a few times,” he admitted, a sly grin on his face. “but come on, you know I mean it this time. pinky promise.” he held up his pinky finger, wiggling it at you in a playful manner, as if sealing the deal.

you laughed again, shaking your head as you stepped forward, placing your hands firmly on his chest. “no,” you said, your voice playful but final. with gentle pressure, you started pushing him toward the door, slowly and playfully, until he was backed out of the bathroom.

gojo allowed himself to be pushed back out into the hallway, a hint of amusement in his eyes. he knew he was not going to win this time, but he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“you’re missing out, you know,” he said, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes roamed over your figure, still covered by the towel. “a shower with me is a damn good time.”

you rolled your eyes, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. gojo’s relentless charm always had a way of getting to you, even when you were determined to be firm.

“oh, i’m well aware of how good a time a shower with you can be. but i value my sanity and a non-flooded bathroom more than that,” you mumble, leaning closer to give him a quick kiss.

GETO SUGURU!’

you casually draped your towel over your shoulder as you headed toward the bathroom, fully prepared for a peaceful shower. your mind was elsewhere, already focused on the warm water that awaited you, when you heard a sudden shuffle from the bed. geto, who had been lounging comfortably moments before, was now instantly on his feet, following closely behind with a wide grin on his face.

feeling his presence just a step behind, you furrowed your brows and glanced over your shoulder, catching his mischievous gaze. “why are you following me?” you asked, confused but already knowing the answer.

he shrugged casually, his grin never faltering. “wherever you go, i go,” he said, voice smooth and teasing. you raised an eyebrow, stopping just outside the bathroom door. “oh, really? and what do you plan on doing in there?”

he chuckled at your question, leaning against the wall next to the door. “oh, you know. i was thinking of lending you a hand in the shower,” he said, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

he moved closer to you, his body towering over yours as he placed a hand on the doorframe, effectively blocking any escape route. “after all, it’s my duty as your boyfriend to make sure you’re thoroughly cleaned,” he teased, his voice dripping with innuendo.

you raised an eyebrow at him, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “oh? extra service, huh?” you tilted your head, feigning thought for a moment. “well, i don’t think i paid for that today.”

geto’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying your playful resistance as he leaned even closer, still blocking the door. “don’t worry, babe. this one’s on the house,” he whispered, his tone dripping with flirtation. you chuckled, shaking your head as you lightly pushed against his chest. “tempting, but no thanks. i’ll manage just fine on my own.” you slid past him with a grin, slipping into the bathroom.

geto let out a mock pout as you slipped past him into the bathroom, his arms crossing over his chest. “aww, come on. you're no fun,” he called out, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

he leaned against bathroom doorframe, listening to the sound of the shower starting. he let out a small sigh, a smirk forming on his face as a mischievous idea came to him. he waited for a moment, counting the seconds in his head before he spoke up again. “you know, it’s dangerous to shower alone...”

you turned toward him, already knowing where this was going, a sly smile playing on your lips. “oh, is it?” you called out as you casually started stripping, tossing your clothes to the side without a second thought. “and what kind of danger are we talking about here? other than a perverted boyfriend lurking around?”

a soft laugh escaped his lips as you teasingly discarded your clothes, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin before meeting your gaze. “oh, you know. the kind of danger that comes with not having me there to protect you,” he replied, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

he pushed himself away from the doorframe and started to saunter towards the bathroom, his footsteps slow and deliberate. “and we can’t have anything happening to my precious girlfriend now, can we?”

you met his gaze, smirking as you stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over your bare skin. “i think i'm perfectly fine,” you said, your tone light and teasing. “pretty sure no one's gonna jump me while i’m in here.”

the water kissed your skin as you turned your back to him, enjoying the sensation of the steam filling the air. you could feel his eyes still on you, but you refused to let him win this round. “besides, the only danger i see around here is you,” you added with a playful glance over your shoulder.

he chuckled, the sound low and deep as he leaned against the tile wall, arms crossed over his chest. his eyes roamed over your wet, exposed body, appreciating the view before him. “oh, really?” he drawled, his tone dripping with challenge. “and why is that?”

he took a leisurely step closer to the shower, his eyes never leaving your back. “i seem to recall you liking the danger i come with,” he continued, his voice lowering to a seductive whisper.

you felt his gaze burning into your back, the heat of it nearly as warm as the water cascading over your skin. his words hung in the air, tempting and teasing, but you weren't about to let him have his way so easily.

without turning around, you whispered, “i think you should leave,” the playful edge in your voice is unmistakable.

with a soft chuckle, you slid the glass door shut between the two of you, the faint smirk on your lips not hidden from him. you heard him let out a mock sigh, but you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. “good luck with that,” you muttered under your breath, enjoying the feeling of having the upper hand for once.

when you slid the glass door shut, separating the two of you, geto let out an exaggerated sigh, feigning disappointment. “aww, come on,” he called, his hands landing on the glass as he pressed up against it.

he could see your silhouette through the misted glass, the sight of you naked in the shower only fueling his desire. he let out a low chuckle, a knowing smirk on his lips as he leaned against the shower door. “you really think a little glass door is going to keep me away?”

NANAMI KENTO!’

you were nestled comfortably against nanami’s chest, his arm wrapped around you as the soft glow of the movie flickered on the screen. the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing had lulled you into a sense of complete relaxation. but suddenly, you shifted, trying to pull away from his embrace.

“i’m gonna take a shower,” you murmured, starting to sit up. nanami’s arm instinctively tightened around you, his brow furrowing slightly as he glanced down at you. “right now?” he asked, his voice calm but tinged with mild confusion.

“mm-hmm,” you replied, a soft smile tugging at your lips. you wriggled a little, but his hold was firm, clearly not ready to let you go so easily.

he sighed, leaning his head back on the couch as if accepting defeat but keeping his arm loosely around you. “can i join?” he asked, his tone teasing but with a subtle hint of hope. you chuckled softly, glancing at the screen and then back at him. “noooo.”

he sighed softly in mock disappointment, his hand now resting on your hip, his touch both possessive and tender. “you’re being quite the tease, you know.” he teased. he slowly pulled you on top of him, his hands sliding down to your thighs to keep you in place on his lap.

his fingers absentmindedly traced circles on the bare skin of your thighs, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued his playful banter. “showering without me… what am i supposed to do while you’re gone?”

you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, your eyes flicking from the screen back to his face as you tried to stifle a grin. “i don’t know,” you said, a playful glint in your eyes, “watch a movie, maybe?”

he let out a dry chuckle, his lips curving into a half-smile as he arched an eyebrow at your cheeky response. “ah, yes, because that's exactly what I had in mind.” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcastic annoyance as he rolled his eyes dramatically.

he slid his hands up to your hips, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he pulled you closer, the heat from his body meeting yours through the thin fabric separating you.

nanami's dry chuckle softened into something more playful as his hands rested firmly on your hips, pulling you closer until your bodies were almost pressed together. his half-smile deepened as his gaze locked with yours, his eyes flickering with just a hint of mischief.

“you know,” he began, his voice smooth and steady, “being the gentleman that I am, it’s only right I join you in the shower. can’t have you slipping and falling without someone there to catch you.”

his tone was persistent, but there was a teasing edge to it, as if he already knew the answer but enjoyed the game of wearing you down. his hands slid gently up your waist, fingers grazing your skin as he added with a smirk, “besides, i’d hate to miss the opportunity to ensure you’re... properly taken care of.”

his words hung in the air, and though his expression remained calm and composed, there was no hiding the playful intent behind them. you raised an eyebrow at his words, your lips curving into a smirk as you playfully rolled your eyes. “properly taken care of?” you repeated, the sarcasm in your voice evident as you leaned in just slightly, your breath ghosting against his lips. “and here i thought you were just worried about me slipping.”

he chuckled again, the sound low and rich as he let his hands wander leisurely over the curves of your body, his touch both deliberate and tantalising, as if he was in no rush.

“you caught me,” he murmured, the corners of his lips curving into a half-smile, “i couldn’t possibly allow you to shower all alone. what kind of boyfriend would i be?” he paused for a moment, his fingers tracing a lazy path along your skin, “plus, i’m quite looking forward to helping you… soap up.”

you hummed softly, pretending to consider his words as your hands slowly slid across his chest, your touch featherlight. his muscles tensed slightly under your fingertips, but his half-smile never wavered.

“hmm,” you mused, drawing lazy circles on his chest, “as tempting as that sounds, i think i can handle ‘soaping-up’ just fine on my own.”

your voice was teasing, playful, but firm enough that nanami could tell you weren't about to let him have his way this time. your lips curled into a smirk as you leaned in just a bit closer, your breath warm against his neck. “besides,” you added in a whisper, “you wouldn’t want to get distracted from the movie now, would you?”

with that, you gently pushed away from him, stepping toward the bathroom, glancing back over your shoulder with a mischievous glint in vour eye.

he watched you with a mix of amusement and frustration as you slowly disentangled yourself from his lap. his gaze trailed over your form, taking in every curve and contour, as if trying to commit your figure to memory. his expression was a mixture of playfulness and annoyance, clearly not appreciating being denied.

he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest as he let out a sigh of fake resignation. “oh, fine. go ahead and deprive me of the chance to witness your ‘soaping up’. i guess i’ll just have to sit here and suffer through the rest of the movie alone.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO!’

your head rested on toji’s broad chest, rising and falling with his steady breaths as the aftermath of your intimate moment lingered in the air. the room was thick with warmth, your bodies tangled beneath the covers, slick with sweat and the remnants of your passion.

you sighed softly, feeling the stickiness of your skin against his, a slight grimace tugging at your lips. “i need to take a shower,” you mumbled, half to yourself, your voice lazy and tired. “i hate feeling all sticky and clammy after... well, this. especially when i’m about to sleep.”

toji grunted in acknowledgment, his hand lazily running down your back. he didn’t say anything at first, just hummed as if he was contemplating letting you go. his grip on you tightened slightly, as if unwilling to let the warmth of your body leave his just yet. “a shower, huh?” he finally muttered, his voice gravelly and deep. “you sure you don’t wanna just sleep it off?”

you shook your head, chuckling softly. “no way. i’ll sleep better after. plus, you’re the one who’s all sweaty too,” you teased, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

he let out a soft huff of laughter, his chest rumbling beneath you as he rolled his eyes playfully. “yeah, yeah, ’m sweaty too. but i don’t mind it as much as you do,” he teased back, his fingers tracing light patterns down your spine. “you’re the one who always complains about feeling sticky and clammy. you’re such a princess.”

he shifted slightly beneath you, as if debating whether to let you go or not. “lemme join you, doll.”

you let out a sarcastic chuckle, the sound soft but filled with playful mockery. “oh, you’re funny, baby,” you mused, lifting your head just enough to meet his gaze with an arched brow. “but no.”

you slid out of his hold slowly, feeling the cool air hit your skin as you sat up on his chest, straddling him. turning your head down slightly to glance at him, you added with a smirk, “besides, i can handle a shower on my own, tough guy. you can enjoy your sweaty self right here.”

toji's hands immediately found your hips, his grip firm as he chuckled at your cheeky rebuttal. “oh, you think you’re funny, huh?” he drawled, his eyes filled with amusement as he looked up at you. “you’re a tease, doll. you’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?”

he lifted his hips up slightly, his body pressing up against you, his desire clear against your thighs. “you sure you don’t want me to join you, princess?”

you nodded slowly, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips as your fingers lightly traced the firm lines of his chest. “pretty sure,” you murmured, leaning down just a bit, your breath warm against his skin. “besides, i already know exactly what i do to you.”

your body, still bare, sat poised on his chest as you held his gaze with a teasing glint in your eyes. “but i’m still gonna shower alone,” you whispered, your hand pressing gently against his chest as if to keep him in place. “so, stay right here and be a good boy, yeah?” you added playfully, sliding off of him slowly, feeling his eyes on you as you stood up.

he watched you closely, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and playful annoyance as you slid off him. he let out a huff of resignation, reluctantly obeying your command and staying right where he was.

“you’re a cruel little thing, doll,” he muttered, his body relaxing back into the bed as he watched you. “but fine. i’ll be a good boy and wait for you.” he let his eyes roam over your naked body unabashedly, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“hurry back though,” he added, his eyes lingering on your curves as you started to move towards the bathroom. “don’t keep me waiting too long. the sheets are lonely without you, y’know.”

[littlelamy]

I got some thoughts spinning from seeing how Drew looks as Eugene in Queer with glasses and all. So Soft Nerdy Rafe request?  Very golden retriever-y, a bit shy and sweet. Maybe they are making out for the first time and….sweet nerdy rafe….switches up….not so shy. Ahhh it’s such a weakness when shy boys just become so forward, manly and give into their desires 💘🥹

a/n: AHHHHH! im so happy that you requested a nerd!rafe!!!!! i hope you like it ⭐️

the library was quiet, the faint hum of fluorescent lights blending into the soft rustle of pages and distant murmurs. rafe cameron sat across from you, his glasses sliding down his nose as he frowned at the notebook in front of him. he was chewing on the edge of his thumb, a nervous habit you’d grown fond of, though it made you wonder if he realized how obvious he was being.

“you’re gonna wear your skin raw if you keep doing that,” you teased, nudging his foot under the table.

he looked up, startled, like you’d caught him mid-crime. “oh. right. sorry.” he dropped his hand, fiddling with his pen instead. “i’m just—this doesn’t make sense. none of it makes sense. why is calculus even a thing?”

you smiled, leaning forward to peek at his notes. his handwriting was neat, but his equations were a jumbled mess, arrows pointing in all directions. “you’re overthinking it,” you said, your voice soft. “here, look. you just forgot to carry the one.”

rafe groaned, his head falling onto the table with a dramatic thud. “i’m hopeless.”

“you’re not hopeless.”

“i am. you should just give up on me now.” his words were muffled by the wood, but you could still hear the pout in his voice.

“rafe.”

he peeked up at you, his cheek smushed against the table. “what?”

“you’re adorable when you’re dramatic, but you’re not hopeless.”

his face flushed a deep red, and he sat up quickly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “i’m not adorable,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“you are,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “but if you really want to prove me wrong, maybe stop staring at my lips and focus on your math.”

his eyes went wide, his ears turning pink. “i wasn’t—I wasn’t staring at your lips!”

“you were,” you said, smirking. “it’s okay, though. i don’t mind.”

he opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “you don’t?”

“nope.”

the air between you shifted, the tension palpable now. rafe’s gaze flicked to your lips again, this time more deliberate, and his hands fidgeted with the hem of his sweater.

“you know,” you said, breaking the silence, “you could just kiss me instead of acting like you’re solving a physics problem.”

his jaw dropped, and for a second, you thought he might actually combust. “i—i could?”

you laughed softly, reaching across the table to take his hand. “come here, rafe.”

he stood slowly, his movements awkward and unsure, like he wasn’t entirely convinced this was real. when he rounded the table and slid onto the bench beside you, his knee bumped yours, and he froze, looking at you with wide, anxious eyes.

“is this… okay?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

“more than okay,” you said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

he hesitated for a moment longer, then leaned in, his lips brushing yours in the softest, most tentative kiss you’d ever experienced. his hands hovered near your waist, not quite touching, like he wasn’t sure where they belonged.

you deepened the kiss, your hand moving to his cheek, and he made a small, needy sound that sent a shiver down your spine. slowly, his hands settled on your hips, his grip uncertain at first but growing firmer as the kiss went on.

his lips were warm and slightly chapped, moving against yours in a rhythm that was both clumsy and endearing. but as the moments stretched, something shifted.

rafe pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as he looked at you with an expression that was equal parts awe and hunger. “is this… is this okay?” he asked again, his voice trembling.

“yes, rafe,” you whispered, your fingers threading through his hair.

that seemed to be all the reassurance he needed. when he kissed you again, it wasn’t tentative or shy—it was bold, almost desperate. his hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing the edges of your ribs, and his body pressed closer to yours, eliminating the small space that had existed between you.

you gasped against his lips, and he swallowed the sound, his confidence growing with each passing second. his glasses slipped down his nose again, but he didn’t seem to care, too focused on the way your lips moved against his.

“you’re so… perfect,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and husky now, a far cry from the nervous stammering he’d started with.

your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. “you’re not so shy anymore.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his glasses crooked and his lips kiss-swollen. “guess you bring it out of me,” he said, a crooked grin spreading across his face.

“oh, so now you’re cocky?”

“maybe a little.” his grin widened, and he leaned in again, his lips finding yours with renewed fervor.

the kiss grew hungrier, his hands exploring more boldly now. one slid up to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, while the other found the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

you let out a soft moan, and he responded with a low groan that vibrated against your lips. it was like a switch had flipped—gone was the shy, bumbling rafe, replaced by someone who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

his tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking for permission, and when you parted them, he deepened the kiss with a confidence that made your head spin.

“God,” he muttered, his voice breathless. “you’re incredible.”

you were too dazed to respond, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

time seemed to blur, the world outside the library fading away until there was nothing but the feel of his lips on yours and the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your palm.

when he finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, his glasses fogged up, and his sweater slightly askew. “sorry,” he said, though the satisfied grin on his face suggested he wasn’t sorry at all.

“for what?” you asked, still catching your breath.

“for not doing that sooner.”

you laughed, pulling him in for another kiss. “you’re such a dork.”

“your dork,” he murmured against your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“yeah,” you said, your voice soft. “mine.”

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[diamonddaze01]

Love: Best Served Hot

pairing: chef! kmg x gn!reader genre: tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, slice of life wc: 2.7k

summary: even when he’s exhausted, mingyu wants to care for you. 

a/n: this was supposed to be a 300 word drabble idk what happened // i love chef mingoo!!

The door creaks open, releasing a gust of chilly air that carries with it the rich, savory aroma of sautéed garlic and fresh spices. The warm glow of the kitchen lights flicker to life as Mingyu steps inside, his cheeks flushed from the cold and his hair slightly tousled from a long shift. He kicks off his shoes, leaving them haphazardly by the door, and stretches his arms overhead, letting out a dramatic sigh that echoes through the apartment.

“Guess who’s here to save your taste buds!” he announces, though the weariness in his eyes and the slight slump of his shoulders tells a different story.

You look up from your phone, a grin spreading across your face. “Don’t you ever get tired of cooking, Gyu?” you tease, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, the familiar warmth of the kitchen enveloping you.

He feigns offense, placing a hand on his chest as if you’ve just insulted his entire culinary career. “For you? Never. I’m making you gourmet ramen from scratch. The kind that makes you forget your ex. Trust me; it’s a glow-up for your palate.”

“You said that yesterday about the ribs,” you point out, watching him glide across the kitchen with practiced ease. The overhead lights cast a soft halo around his figure, and the way his hair flops into his eyes adds an adorable charm to his focused expression. “And the kimchi jjigae last week, and the burgers the time before that.”

“Shhhh.” He reaches around you for a cutting board, dropping a soft kiss on your lips to silence you. The warmth of his lips lingers as he pulls back, a playful spark in his eyes. “I’ve never met someone who complains so much about getting wined and dined.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms with a mock pout. “I’m not complaining; I’m just keeping you accountable. I need to know if your cooking is really as good as you claim.”

Mingyu laughs, a rich, warm sound that fills the kitchen and dances around you; it makes your heart sing a little, like a schoolgirl with a crush. “If you’re so worried about it, maybe you should just let me cook in peace.”

As he focuses on the task at hand, the slight sheen of sweat forming on his brow catches the kitchen's light, his movements slowing just a fraction. His fingers are steady but the small tremor in his hands gives away just how long he's been on his feet. He brushes his hair back with a frustrated tug, eyes closing briefly as if savoring a second of relief before diving back into the task. It’s in these small, unguarded moments you realize just how worn he is—the dark circles under his eyes, the set of his shoulders that normally stand so proud, now sagging ever so slightly. But even through the exhaustion, there’s a determination in him, the same kind you’ve come to recognize every time he puts your needs before his own.

“Hey,” you say, your voice softening. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a break? You’ve been on your feet for hours.”

He glances over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. “And what, exactly, have you eaten today, hmm?”

“Uh…” You falter, feeling a familiar flush of embarrassment creeping in.

“Here, let me help you.” He sets down the knife and taps his foot expectantly, whisk in hand. “Knowing you, you probably just subsisted on iced lattes all day because you were too busy to get a real meal, right?”

You huff, your indignation flaring. “I’ll have you know that I had a Pop-Tart and a bag of Skittles! Those are major food groups, you know.”

Mingyu bursts into laughter, but you catch a glimpse of concern flickering behind his playful facade. “Riiiiight,” he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. “So now, you’re going to shut up and watch your gorgeous, incredibly talented, hot chef boyfriend make you a meal that has an actual vegetable in it.”

He gets like this sometimes, when he's frustrated that you don't take care of yourself. It’s been a cause for many an argument in the past—his insistence that you need to eat and your stubbornness that you know how to take care of yourself. Those conversations often swirl around the kitchen like a storm, but there’s a gentleness in the way he brushes off your concerns that tells you he cares deeply, even if he masks it with humor.

You watch him chop vegetables, let yourself get lulled into dreamlike trance with the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board. He moves with precision, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration as he glances over to check your expression. His dedication tugs at your heartstrings, a reminder of how he loves: by placing food in front of you even when he’s on the brink of falling asleep standing up. You’ve learned that his love language isn’t just about the meals he makes; it’s in the way he basks in the glow of your compliments, how your smile lights up his tired eyes like a spark in the dark.

You take a step closer, your fingers absentmindedly grazing the cool countertop, the warmth of the kitchen offering little comfort against the concern gnawing at you. It’s moments like these that make your heart ache —the way he pushes himself, never stopping until he’s done taking care of everyone else, even when he should be the one resting. A small, tight knot forms in your chest as you watch him, the way his brow furrows with each precise chop, his body moving with a practiced ease that can’t fully mask the heaviness of his fatigue. You wish you could stop him, take over for once, but you know he wouldn’t allow it. Still, you try to lighten the mood. 

“You know, you could just let me make dinner once in a while,” you offer, though your voice softens with unspoken worry.

He shakes his head, a grin breaking through his feigned annoyance. “And ruin my masterpiece? Never.”

The way he leans into the task, the sheer determination on his face, makes you fall in love with him a little more each day. It’s not just the food—it’s the way he pours his heart into everything he does, even when it means sacrificing his own comfort for yours. You can see it in the way his shoulders relax when you compliment his cooking, how he laughs more easily when you’re around, and how the corners of his eyes crinkle with joy when you taste something he’s prepared.

“I just want you to eat something real, not just sugar and caffeine,” he continues, a hint of worry creeping into his tone, finally letting his humorous facade fall for a second.  “I can’t have you turning into a human-sized Skittle.”

You can’t help but laugh at the image, feeling the tension of the day slip away. “I’ll have you know that I’d be a delicious  human-sized Skittle, thank you very much.”

He rolls his eyes playfully but then yawns again, the gesture drawing your concern back to the surface. “See? That right there—no more yawning until you’ve eaten something substantial, got it?”

He feigns a mock salute, but you can see the hint of exhaustion etched across his features. “Okay, okay, Captain Concerned. I promise I’ll eat something as soon as this ramen is ready. Just… give me a minute.”

You nod, the sincerity behind his words warming you. As he stirs the bubbling broth, you can’t help but admire the way his brow furrows in concentration, how he occasionally glances your way to ensure you’re still there, still watching.

“Alright, but you’d better not fall asleep in front of the stove,” you tease gently, your voice light but your heart heavy with concern.

He nods, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. “No promises,” he retorts playfully, but the warmth in his gaze tells you that he appreciates your worry, even if he’d never admit it outright.

“Just keep your gorgeous, incredibly talented hot chef boyfriend awake, alright?” he says, a teasing lilt returning to his voice.

You can’t help but smile, feeling your affection for him grow in the warmth of the kitchen, surrounded by the scents of his hard work. “Deal. But you’d better make that ramen quick, or I might just have to find a way to fuel you with caffeine and Skittles.”

The kitchen hums with quiet, the only sounds coming from the bubbling broth and the soft scrape of Mingyu’s knife on the cutting board. You don’t need to fill the space with conversation; just being there, your silent presence, is enough. It’s always been enough for him. After a long day of being barked at on the line, of rushing orders and chaos, this is what he craves—your calm support, your quiet companionship. You don’t need to ask him how his day was; the tension in his shoulders, the way he brushes his hair back in frustration, tells you everything.

You watch as he works, each movement slow but precise, his exhaustion barely hidden beneath the surface. And still, even in his fatigue, there’s a quiet grace in how he prepares your meal—chopping vegetables, whisking broth, his fingers moving with the kind of ease that only comes from years of practice. He flicks the pan to stir the ingredients and adds garnish with a flourish—and looks over at you for validation.

Even though you’ve seen him do this hundreds of times, you still smile when he meets your eyes.  It’s a dance you’ve perfected: him cooking, you watching, the back-and-forth that fills the space between you. It’s more than just food—it's the way he pours himself into each meal, hoping to see that spark of happiness in your eyes, that subtle nod of approval that tells him, once again, that he's done well, that you love what he’s made. And it never fails—you always smile, and in that moment, it’s like he’s won an award.

“That was slick,” you murmur with a grin, watching his tired eyes light up like you’ve just given him a standing ovation. 

In return, he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, gentle and warm. “Only for you,” he whispers, but you know it’s true. It’s in the way he offers you spoonfuls of broth to taste, holding the spoon up to your lips, watching carefully for your reaction. When you hum in satisfaction, the tension in his shoulders eases, his tiredness momentarily forgotten.

Every compliment you give is met with a kiss—sometimes on your lips, sometimes on your nose, sometimes just a gentle press to your forehead. You know that this is his love language, this silent back-and-forth of care, and it’s how you love him, too. Just being here, watching him, letting him unwind at his own pace. You don’t need to talk for him to know you’re there, supporting him. He knows you’re here, watching him, feeling the weight of his exhaustion, without needing to say it. It’s in the way you linger nearby, always close but never overbearing, allowing him to move at his own pace. Sometimes, just your presence is enough to ease the weight of the world on his shoulders, the sound of your breathing in sync with his, the gentle hum of the kitchen filling the gaps. 

You sit at the counter, content to let him work in silence, knowing he’ll fuss if you hover too much. But, true to form, he turns around every now and then, his eyes narrowing like he’s assessing the situation. “You’re going to eat, too, right? Not just stare at me?”

“Obviously,” you tease, though the warmth in your chest says otherwise. He’s tired, you can see it in the way he brushes his hair back, but still, his concern is always you—making sure you’ve eaten something other than sugar and caffeine all day. “I had a Pop-Tart, remember? And Skittles,” you add.

He rolls his eyes, not even trying to hide his amusement. “Yes, of course, the epitome of gourmet food. You need actual food, not whatever sugar rush you’ve been riding on.” There’s a playful tilt to his voice, but beneath it, the care is genuine, the worry etched into his furrowed brow. He doesn’t have to say it, but you can feel it in every movement, in the way he insists on feeding you something real, even when he’s on the brink of exhaustion.

When the ramen is finally done, the kitchen smells like a cozy hug, and he brings the steaming bowl over with a satisfied smile, his usual swagger dimmed slightly by the long hours he's endured. But instead of sitting down at the table, you slide onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist without hesitation, pulling you closer, his body melting against yours in a sigh that carries all the weight of the day. You can feel the tension leave his shoulders, the stress ebbing away as you press yourself against him. 

“Eat,baby,” he murmurs, pushing the bowl toward you. But when you don’t immediately take a bite, he reaches for the chopsticks, bringing the noodles to your lips himself.

You chuckle softly, but he’s serious, his eyes fixed on you as you take the first bite. “Good?” he asks, as if he isn’t already sure of the answer.

You nod, chewing slowly, savoring the warmth that spreads through you. “Perfect.”

Satisfied, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, but before he can relax completely, you grab the chopsticks from his hand and lift a bite of ramen to his lips. “Your turn,” you say, watching as his expression softens.

He laughs under his breath but doesn’t protest, taking the bite with a small nod of approval. “Good,” he hums, his voice lower now, sleepier. But as tired as he is, he still won’t stop fussing, making sure you take another bite, and another, before he lets himself have one too.

The silence between you is comfortable, filled only by the occasional murmur of approval or the clink of chopsticks against the bowl. Every time you compliment the ramen, he preens a little, leaning in to press another kiss to your cheek, your nose, your lips. And with every bite, you fall a little more in love—not with the food, but with him, with the way he cares for you in the smallest, quietest ways. Even when he’s exhausted, even when he should be the one resting, he’s still making sure you’re taken care of, that you’ve eaten, that you’re loved. And that’s how you know he loves you—because he can’t help but put you first, even when his eyes are heavy with sleep.

You sit there, nestled in his lap, feeding him and being fed, the two of you wrapped up in the warmth of the kitchen. This is how you love him—by just being here, letting him rest in the silence, your presence enough to soothe him after a long day. And in return, his way of loving you is by feeding you, taking care of you even when he’s exhausted. No words are needed; the quiet between you speaks volumes.

“You don’t have to always do this, you know,” you whisper, your fingers gently tracing the edge of the bowl. The ramen is long gone, and he’s running his fingers up your arm, goosebumps erupting in their wake. “Take care of me, I mean.”

Mingyu’s chuckle rumbles in his chest, the vibration sending a warm ripple through your body. “It’s not about having to. I want to,” he says simply, his voice low and sincere. “Besides, you’re terrible at taking care of yourself. Someone has to make sure you eat.”

You can’t help but laugh, even though you feel a lump forming in your throat. His love is always like this—quiet, unspoken, wrapped in the warmth of small actions rather than big words. It’s in the way he insists on feeding you, the way he pulls you closer when he’s tired but still makes sure you’re taken care of.

“I love you,” you whisper, almost instinctively, the words slipping out before you even realize.

He doesn’t respond right away, but you can feel his grip tighten ever so slightly, his arms drawing you closer as if he’s pulling you into the very core of him. Then, softly, so softly you almost miss it, he presses a kiss to your hair and murmurs, “I love you, too.”

[moonselune]

I loved your one for the girlies! What do you think each of the guy’s favourite kisses to give and receive are generally? Ty!!

Okay I ended up making these ficlets because they ended up being too cute ! Thank you for your support !

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Gale:

The quiet of the library was broken only by the soft rustle of pages and the occasional muttering of incantations. Gale, deeply engrossed in an abstract spell, was lost in his work. His face illuminated by the flickering light of the candles scattered across the table, casting shadows that danced across his features. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he manipulated the weave, his fingers moving with practiced precision.

You, on the other hand, had been watching him from a nearby chair, your gaze fixed on his focused expression. You couldn’t help but smile at how absorbed he was in his spellcasting.

Quietly, you slipped off your chair and approached him, your footsteps light and nearly silent. As you neared, you leaned in close, just enough for your breath to brush against his ear. Without a word, you pressed a quick, teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth, your lips barely grazing his skin before you pulled away.

The effect was immediate and unmistakable. Gale’s spell faltered, his hand momentarily freezing mid-motion. His eyes widened as he turned his head, his focus shifting from the intricacies of magic to the unexpected interruption. His lips parted in surprise, and he looked at you with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

“Really?” he said, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. “You know how much I hate it when you do that.”

You couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across your face. “What can I say? I like seeing you get flustered.”

Gale set aside his spell components with a dramatic flourish, the frustration evident in his movements. His expression shifted from irritation to determination, and he pushed away from the table with a sense of urgency. He straightened his tunic, his gaze locked on you as if you were the most important thing in the room.

“You know,” he said, his voice taking on a teasing tone as he began to walk towards you, “I believe you owe me a proper kiss for that little stunt.”

You started to back away playfully, your laughter a soft, musical sound that echoed through the room. “Oh, do I now?”

Gale’s steps quickened as he pursued you, his usual grace turned into a purposeful stride. His eyes, normally so focused on the arcane, were now filled with a playful intensity. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your arm as he closed the distance between you.

Finally, he caught up to you, his hands gently cupping your face. The teasing glint in his eyes was replaced by a genuine, tender affection.

“You’ve made me wait long enough,” he said, his voice softening. “Now, how about that kiss you owe me?”

Before you could respond, Gale leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both passionate and impatient. The world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. His fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his earlier frustration melting into a deep, consuming affection.

When he finally pulled away, his breath mingling with yours, he looked at you with a satisfied smile. “See? That’s much better,” he murmured.

You chuckled, feeling a warm glow spread through you. “I’m glad you think so.”

Gale’s expression softened as he gazed at you, the playful edge replaced by a tender smile. “You always manage to get the best of me,” he said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

You rested your forehead against his, savoring the closeness. “And you always manage to make me feel special.”

Gale’s smile widened, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you with a comforting warmth. “That’s because you are special to me. More than you know.”

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Astarion:

As night fell, the soft glow of lanterns cast gentle shadows across the room you and Astarion shared. The air was filled with a quiet intimacy, the kind that settled over you both after a long day. The bed was invitingly rumpled, the sheets disheveled from the evening’s earlier activities. You had just finished preparing for bed, and Astarion, ever the nocturnal creature, was lounging with a book, his pale fingers tracing the edges of the pages.

“Astarion,” you said softly, your voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. “I’m heading to bed, but I see you’re still enjoying your book.”

Astarion looked up from his reading, his crimson eyes meeting yours with an almost theatrical nonchalance.

“Yes, well, some of us have a penchant for late-night reading,” he replied, his tone both playful and dismissive. “Sleep is highly overrated, don’t you think?”

You chuckled softly, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Suit yourself,” you said, your fingers brushing against his cool skin. “But I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss before I go to sleep.”

Astarion’s expression flickered with something unreadable, but you knew better than to be deceived by his mask of indifference. You leaned in, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin at the top of his ear. The kiss was light, barely more than a whisper of touch, but it had a profound effect on him.

The moment your lips made contact with his ear, Astarion’s breath hitched ever so slightly. His body tensed, and for a brief moment, he closed his eyes as if savoring the sensation. His usual composed demeanor wavered, and he struggled to maintain his dramatic bravado. He set the book aside with an almost exaggerated flourish, his fingers gripping the edge of the cover as though it were a lifeline.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, attempting to regain his usual poise. “How very… touching of you.”

You could see through his attempt at nonchalance, the way his cheeks flushed a soft pink, a rarity for him. He tried to mask his reaction with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, but the slight quiver of his lips and the way he tried to suppress a grin betrayed him.

“It’s a favorite of mine,” you teased gently, your hand lingering on his shoulder. “I think it’s your favorite too.”

Astarion’s eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and vulnerability. He tried to look away, but the soft glow of the lanterns highlighted the way his usually sharp features had softened.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” he said, though his voice lacked its usual edge. “But, I suppose I do appreciate the gesture.”

You leaned closer, resting your forehead against his for a moment. “Goodnight, Astarion,” you whispered, your voice warm and affectionate.

He hesitated for a second before reaching up to gently cup your face in his hands, his touch tender despite his attempt to appear aloof. “Goodnight, my dear,” he said softly, his voice betraying a hint of genuine affection.

As you left the room to head to bed, you glanced back to see Astarion still sitting there, his eyes following you with a look of wistful admiration. The book lay forgotten on his lap, his attention clearly diverted. It was a small victory, but one that brought a smile to your lips.

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Wyll:

The bustling market was alive with vibrant colors and sounds. Stalls were lined with exotic goods, and the air was thick with the mingling aromas of street food. The lively chatter of vendors and shoppers created a lively symphony that filled the open space. You and Wyll wandered through the market together, enjoying the array of wares and the lively atmosphere.

Wyll was particularly animated as he perused the various stalls, his gaze darting between the different items on display. His enthusiasm was evident in the way he examined trinkets and listened to the vendors' pitches. You found yourself smiling at his genuine excitement, his joy a comforting and familiar sight.

As you strolled through the market, you couldn’t help but notice how Wyll's focus was fully absorbed in his surroundings. His attention was so directed that he barely noticed the playful glint in your eyes. You decided it was the perfect moment to indulge in a little mischief.

You gently took his hand in yours, guiding him to a quieter corner of the market where the noise and bustle were slightly muted. Wyll glanced at you, a curious look on his face. Before he could say anything, you leaned in close, your lips brushing lightly against the corner of his jaw. The kiss was tender and teasing, lingering just enough to stir something in him but leaving him wanting more.

The effect was immediate and noticeable. Wyll’s breath hitched slightly, and he shifted his weight, a subtle flush creeping up his neck. His eyes, which had been so focused on the market, now softened as he looked at you with a mix of surprise and longing. He tried to maintain his composure, but there was a distinct shift in his demeanor—a mixture of frustration and desire that was palpable.

“You… you’re quite the tease,” he said, his voice coming out a bit more breathless than usual. His hand, still clasped around yours, tightened slightly, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your palm. You smiled innocently, enjoying the reaction you elicited.

“Just giving you a little something to look forward to,” you said, your voice soft and playful.

Wyll’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and he tried to keep his gaze steady, but his eyes betrayed his thoughts. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure.

“You know, you’re making it rather difficult to focus,” he said with a wry smile. His voice was a mix of amusement and frustration, his eyes following your every movement with a renewed intensity.

You could see the way his shoulders tensed and his jaw tightened slightly, his internal struggle evident. He was clearly trying to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, but the kiss had left him visibly pent up and yearning. The way he looked at you with those smoldering eyes spoke volumes about his suppressed desire.

You gave him a reassuring squeeze of his hand, savoring the way he responded to your touch.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to get too comfortable,” you teased, leaning in to press another quick, teasing kiss to his cheek before pulling away.

Wyll let out a soft, almost frustrated sigh, the sound barely audible over the market noise. He looked at you with a playful yet yearning expression.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” he said, though his voice carried a hint of affection.

You laughed softly, enjoying the effect you had on him. “And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

He smiled, a mixture of admiration and impatience in his eyes. “I suppose not.”

As you continued to wander through the market, Wyll’s demeanor remained a bit more reserved, his mind clearly preoccupied with thoughts of you. The playful kiss had left him in a state of eager anticipation, and despite his best efforts to focus on the market, you could tell he was counting down the moments until you could be alone together.

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Halsin:

The camp was alive with the gentle hum of evening activity. Lanterns cast a soft glow over the scene as the day's tasks wound down. The scent of roasting meat mingled with the crisp evening air, and the crackling of the fire provided a steady rhythm to the background noise.

Halsin was deep in conversation with a few other members of the group, discussing the next day's plans. His tall form stood out among the others, his presence both commanding and calming. You were busy organizing supplies, focusing on ensuring everything was in order for the night. The two of you had been moving about, caught up in your respective duties, but you hadn’t lost sight of each other.

As you passed by Halsin, who was still deeply engaged in his discussion, you seized the opportunity to indulge in one of his favorite little moments. With a playful smile, you reached out and pressed a light kiss to the side of his shoulder, just above the sleeve of his tunic. It was a tender, fleeting gesture, one you knew he particularly enjoyed.

The effect was immediate. Halsin's conversation faltered for a split second as the touch registered. His gaze softened, and he excused himself, his arm instinctively reaching out to you. Before you could fully process his reaction, you felt his strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him with a gentle but firm embrace.

You barely had time to react before Halsin’s lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, his breath warm and tickling against your skin. His hold was both comforting and possessive.

"Always distracting me, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble filled with affection. His lips brushed against your neck, his breath creating a shiver that ran down your spine. You let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

"Just keeping you on your toes," you replied, your voice playful but tender.

Halsin’s lips traveled to your collarbone, leaving gentle kisses that made you feel cherished. He nuzzled into your neck, his touch both soothing and electrifying. His arm tightened around you slightly, pulling you closer, as if he wanted to ensure you were entirely within his grasp.

“You have a way of making it impossible to concentrate,” he said, though there was no real frustration in his tone—just a deep, contented sigh. He leaned back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a soft, adoring gaze. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m glad you don’t mind.”

Halsin’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “Mind? How could I?” he said, his voice warm and full of sincerity. “You have a way of making everything better, even when you’re just walking by.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into his touch. “I suppose I’ll have to keep up the distraction, then.”

Halsin grinned, his gaze lingering on you with an unmistakable affection. “Please do. It’s the highlight of my day.”

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Rolan:

In the dimly lit study, Rolan was deeply engrossed in his research. The soft glow of the lantern cast shadows on the walls, flickering as he turned the pages of an ancient tome. His focus was so intense that he barely noticed you approaching, a warm smile on your face as you prepared to head out to the market.

You walked over to him, the rustling of your clothes barely registering in his concentration. Gently, you placed a kiss on his forehead, your lips lingering for a brief moment as you wrapped your hands around his horns, holding them gently. The affectionate gesture was something Rolan cherished, and he always felt a wave of calm wash over him when you did it. It was as if, in those moments, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you.

As you pulled back, intending to leave, you heard a subtle rustling from below. Looking down, you saw Rolan’s tail curling around your ankle, its grip firm yet playful. His head remained bent over his book, but a mischievous glint in his eyes suggested he wasn’t as absorbed as he appeared.

“Please don’t go just yet,” Rolan murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of reluctance and affection. The tail tugged you gently, as if trying to anchor you in place.

You chuckled softly, kneeling beside him. “Why not come with me to the market?” you suggested, giving his tail a gentle nudge. “It’ll be more fun with you there.”

Rolan looked up from his book, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

“Well, I could magic up some food for us, save us the trip,” he said, a hint of playful defiance in his tone. You raised an eyebrow, remembering the last time he tried to do just that.

“Please don’t,” you pleaded, a note of exasperation in your voice. “Last time you did that, we ended up with a bunch of mud mephits in the kitchen for a week. It was chaos.”

Rolan’s eyes widened with genuine amusement at the recollection. He sighed dramatically, closing his book with a soft thud.

“Fair point,” he admitted, his tail loosening its grip. “Those mephits were quite the nuisance.”

With a resigned smile, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze softening as he watched you.

“Alright, go enjoy your market trip. But don’t be gone too long,” he said, his voice gentle and tinged with longing. “I’ll be waiting here, all on my lonesome.”

You stood up, giving his horns one last affectionate caress before turning to leave. As you walked towards the door, you glanced back to see Rolan’s gaze following you, a mix of longing and warmth in his eyes.Before you fully exited, you turned with a playful grin.

“If you’re good, I might bring you a treat,” you said, giving him a wink. Rolan’s tail gave a contented flick as he watched you leave.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he called after you, his voice carrying a note of affectionate amusement.

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Raphael:

The House of Hope was bathed in a golden twilight, the soft light filtering through the ornate windows and casting intricate patterns on the floor. The air was filled with the lingering warmth of the day, a gentle contrast to the briskness of the evening breeze outside. You had just finished a conversation with Raphael, and as you glanced at the clock, you realized you were running late to meet someone important.

With a quick, affectionate gesture, you moved towards Raphael, leaning in to press a swift, tender peck to his lips. The kiss was meant to be fleeting, a simple goodbye as you hurried out. You had barely pulled away when Raphael’s eyes flashed with a mischievous glint.

In one smooth motion, he reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him with a sudden, unexpected force. His lips found yours again, this time with a deeper, more intense pressure. You gasped softly at the sudden shift, your initial surprise quickly replaced by a mixture of frustration and delight.

Raphael’s lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate passion, savoring the taste of your kiss as if he were drinking in the very essence of you. His hands roamed gently over your back, guiding you closer and deepening the kiss. You could feel his warm breath mingling with yours, and the sound of your soft, reluctant protests only seemed to spur him on further.

“Trying to leave so soon?” Raphael murmured between kisses, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “You wouldn’t want to upset me, would you?”

You tried to protest, though your words were muffled by the intensity of his kiss.

“Raphael, I… I really need to—” Your sentence trailed off into a breathless moan as he pressed closer, his lips brushing against yours with a teasing insistence.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your lips. “But I enjoy these moments with you far too much. Surely you can spare a little more time.”

Despite your rush, the way he kissed you—full of hunger and playful dominance—made it hard to pull away. His lips moved with a practiced grace, the kiss growing deeper and more consuming as you found yourself caught in the pleasure of the moment. You pouted against his mouth, your cheeks flushing as his hands settled on your face, holding you gently yet firmly.

You tried to remind yourself of your pressing appointment, but Raphael’s kisses were so captivating that it was nearly impossible to focus on anything but him. His hands continued their gentle exploration, making sure you felt every caress, every touch.

When he finally pulled away, it was only slightly, enough to rest his forehead against yours and gaze into your eyes with a mix of satisfaction and affection.

“There, now,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “Wasn’t that worth the delay?”

You looked up at him, your own breath coming in soft, uneven puffs. Despite the frustration you felt, there was no denying the warmth spreading through you from his touch and the way he made you feel cherished and adored.

“You’re impossible,” you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Raphael’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with a mix of triumph and affection. “And you’re mine. Now, go on—take care of your business. I’ll be waiting here, counting the moments until I see you again.”

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Some fluff to soothe our souls, I know that I've been doing a lot of Dark!BG3 recently so thought I would do something lighter, hope you enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

Help keep this moonmaiden caffeinated x

[daenysx]

i wrote this at a psychology lecture almost five minutes ago so i'm not sure if it's any good, i still wanna share. enjoy! ♡

remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff

remus is rubbing your back when you open your eyes from an afternoon nap.

you love the feeling of his long fingers pressing into your tender muscles gently. you can smell his cologne and cigarettes he smoked leaning from window. he turns a page of his book, his eyes are on the words but his hand focused only on you.

you move slowly, turning your back on bed to see remus. you try to give him a smile but sleep makes your movements sloppy. he puts his book aside to push your hair back, his eyes have the spark of contentment.

you snuggle into him like a cat. he lays back, pulls you gently on his tired body. you mumble something he can't hear, your unconcious hand stops on his abdomen. he kisses your hair, it's a mess but it smells like your shampoo.

"when did you come back?" you ask with a low voice, words melt between your lips.

"almost an hour ago, sweetheart." he answers. "you were fast asleep."

you stretch a little bit. "i was really tired."

"yeah?" remus asks sweetly. "how about now?"

your head feels numb from the heaviness of sleep. "i'm not sure." you say, burying your face to remus's neck. "i slept too much."

remus strokes the naked skin of your shoulder. you are almost about to fall asleep again, holding onto him. you don't know if you want to sleep though, you want to spend time with remus and you'd prefer doing it when you're conscious.

you try to lift your head to see him. remus looks like he is ready to fall asleep if you do, his body limp on bed. you touch his neck to maintain an eye contact, he obliges with his pretty eyes as he looks at you.

"kiss?" you ask, almost whispering. you lay back to pull remus on top of you and he moves like his movements are controlled by your brain. he smiles before leaning into you, giving you a sleepy kiss. he sucks on your bottom lip softly, you breathe his air. your hands cup his cheeks as his hands hold your waist to keep you under him tightly.

you like when he kisses you slow and confident, he's calm but he never fails to make you excited. you make a little sound when he breaks the kiss, he looks at you funnily.

"do you wanna go back to sleeping?" he asks, his lips curved into a fond smile.

you shake your head. "can we have some coffee?"

the words are still slow but you are waking up. you think you need a cup of caffeine from remus's hand, made by him. he knows what you want from the way your eyes get wider, the lovely expression on your face every time you need him to do something.

"of course we can." he replies coolly. "but you have to give me something in return."

your eyebrows rise, "like what?"

"i'll think about it." he says. "just decided i need some bribery."

you hold onto his neck. "what about a kiss?"

"one kiss is never enough." he says. "gotta have more than that."

you think for a moment, you love how his eyes shine when he's playing games. "okay." you say, reaching his forehead to stroke the soft skin and push his hair back. "what about a neck massage and lots of kisses?"

"mm-hmm." he kisses your neck with too much love. "yes."

"but if we don't get up now i might fall asleep again." you say, closing your eyes dramatically.

remus is quicker than you expect him to be. he extends you his hand to help you up and he carries you all the way to kitchen with your legs wrapped around his waist. you kiss him many many times on his cheeks on the way and he seems pleased with that.

you watch him prepare your coffees after he makes you sit on the counter gently. the comfortable silence covers the kitchen, the smell of coffee fills your senses. remus gives you yours in your favorite cup and you thank him.

he looks happy and calm under the last lights of the day that peaks through open window. you make sure to help him keep his smile on his pretty face.

[chlerc]

soft spot ; lando norris

— summary; being his academic rival doesn’t justify why he’s got a soft spot for you, but he does. and he finds himself giving you everything you wanted and if he could.

pairing — academic-rival-lando norris! x f. reader ( third person story )

word count — 1361.

content — he’s sharing his study notes with you because he wants you to do as well as he does though he’s sure you don’t need his notes because you’re really smart, like smarter than him. got him wrapped around your finger too!!!

NAVIGATION + author’s note: surprise surprise, we got educated lando norris can you believe it?? i'm joking!! i just thought this would be a cute thing to write about, old situationship-ish-kinda inspired lolol

song recs for this fic — soft spot.

Lando sat at his usual spot in the library, the steady hum of muted conversation floating through the air as he lazily twirled his pen, his textbook sprawled open before him. He scribbled half-hearted notes on the margins, his mind far from the equations in front of him. Across from him, she sat with an air of quiet determination, eyes focused, every gesture deliberate as she effortlessly worked through the problem set. There was a certain grace in the way she moved, her concentration almost tangible, and he couldn’t resist the urge to break the silence.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice low but tinged with amusement, though her eyes remained fixed on her work. The scratch of her pen was soft, almost rhythmic, as if even her distraction couldn’t break her focus.

He leaned back, a smug grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Just wondering how many hours you'll spend on that before you realise I’m still ahead of you in class.” Her gaze flicked upward then, sharp and challenging, a subtle gleam in her eyes. “In your dreams, Norris. I’m just letting you think you’re ahead, so you don’t feel too bad when I crush you in finals.”

Lando’s smirk deepened, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand. “Is that right? Because, if I remember correctly, I outscored you on the last mock exam.”

“By half a point,” she retorted smoothly, the gleam of competition still in her eyes, though a soft smile tugged at her lips. “And I was sleep-deprived.”

“Oh, of course,” he said, his voice laced with teasing. “Always an excuse with you.”

She arched an eyebrow, leaning back slightly as if conceding, though her expression told him otherwise. “Not an excuse — just facts. You should get used to it, because next time, you won’t even come close.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, but beneath the playful façade, there was something else. He enjoyed these moments far more than he’d ever admit — the way they pushed each other, a constant dance between rivalry and something more tender, something unspoken. The tension between them hummed with an energy that was undeniable, though he’d convinced himself it was merely competition. Yet, no one else made him feel quite like she did.

And after every other gruelling lecture, she would pull him along on yet another one of her spontaneous convenience store runs. He trailed a step behind her, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his expression one of mock reluctance.

“Do you really need something this time, or are you just dragging me out for the fun of it?” Lando’s voice was laced with faux exasperation, though his gaze softened as it lingered on her.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, a knowing grin lighting up her face. “I like the company. Besides, I know you don’t mind.” His lips quirked into a smile he tried to hide. “I definitely mind,” he muttered, though his tone held no real conviction, and they both knew it.

“Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that,” she teased, her laughter ringing out softly as she reached for a snack on the shelf, tossing it into the basket. Her movements were effortless, as if these small, mundane moments were enough to make her day brighter. “You should be grateful I’m keeping you out of trouble. What would you even do without me?”

Lando leaned against the shelf, watching her with a smirk. “Probably live a quiet life. Go home, play video games in peace. Not have to deal with your very demanding schedule.” She laughed, a light sound that danced in the air between them. Nudging him with her shoulder, she shook her head. “Come on, you love it.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he replied, though the way his eyes lingered on her told a different story.

Later, on a night he would’ve sworn he’d never be caught in — under the dim lights of a club, with music vibrating through the walls — Lando found himself in his least favourite environment. The bass thrummed through the floor, and the crowd pulsed around him, but she was there, pulling him onto the dance floor with that irresistible smile.

“You really don’t dance, do you?” she teased, her voice barely audible over the music as she tugged him closer, her touch light but insistent. “I told you, I’m not a fan of this whole scene,” he muttered, his feet shuffling awkwardly, though his gaze never left her.

“And yet, here you are. For me,” she said, her smile widening as their bodies moved in sync, her laughter soft and sweet against the chaos of the music. He shook his head, feigning exasperation. “Only because you begged.”

“Begged?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spun around, catching his gaze again. “Please, Norris, I didn’t beg. I knew you’d come.”

“And why’s that?” He has an eyebrow cocked up, smirk on his lips with his arms crossed. “Because you can’t say no to me.” Her voice was light, teasing, but the truth in her words hung between them, undeniable. He sighed, his hand slipping to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I know,” she replied, her voice dropping just slightly, her eyes locking onto his. “And you secretly love it.” Lando chuckled softly, though there was no denying the way his heart stuttered in his chest at her touch. “Yeah, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

But even as he said it, there was something deeper. He didn’t want to admit how much she got under his skin, how much she’d already wrapped him around her finger. She was his academic rival, the one who always challenged him, pushed him — but she was also the only one who made him feel like this, the only one who could shift his world so effortlessly.

And yet, there were nights when his world felt like it was tipping too far. His workload piled up, deadlines looming, and he found himself cancelling their study plans more often than not. But one evening, after cancelling yet another one, he showed up to her seminar unannounced, determined to make up for lost time.

She spotted him as soon as the seminar ended, her brows knitting together in confusion as she walked over to him. “What are you doing here? Didn’t you have, like, a ton of work?” He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, but I figured I’d spend time with you anyway.”

Her stern expression softened into something more amused. “You don’t have to come to my classes to prove a point, you know,” her hand running through his dirty brown strands. “I know.” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I just… missed you.”

The teasing look in her eyes faltered for a second, replaced by something more tender, something unspoken between them. “Well, I missed you too, you idiot. But don’t think this gets you out of cancelling our last three study dates.” He laughed, pulling her into a gentle hug. “Fair enough. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better,” she replied, her face pressed against his chest, and for the first time in days, the weight on his shoulders felt just a little lighter. “Here’s the notes I collated from our recent classes.” He tosses her his notebook, decorated with sketches of different cars and though he never said it, sharing his notes with her was just a quiet way of showing her he cared. Because he had a soft spot for her.

But late at night, when the world fell quiet, Lando often found himself thinking of her, unable to sleep. She had become the constant in his life, the one who made him feel things he never thought possible. He didn’t want to fall in love — not really — but there she was, challenging everything he thought he knew. She didn’t ask for anything, but somehow, he found himself wanting to give her everything. 

And though he fought it, though he tried to convince himself that it was just rivalry, just competition — deep down, he knew. He was already hers.

[daisymbin]

Hi!! this is my first request☺️, can you write about prompt no.20 "you can braid my hair if you want" with jeonghan and female reader🥲 *ijustmissmyhusband*

ofc!!! so sorry for the long wait 🥺

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fluff prompt #20: "you can braid my hair if you want."

jeonghan leaned against the mirrored wall of the practice room, watching you as you sat cross-legged on the floor, your focus entirely on the braid you were weaving into your hair. he smiled to himself, fascinated by the little furrow in your brow and how your fingers moved with ease.

“how do you do it?” he asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

you glanced at him through the mirror’s reflection, still working on your braid. “do what?”

“your hair. whatever you’re doing now. teach me.” he shifted closer, sitting beside you on the floor, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“you want me to teach you how to braid?” you asked, raising a brow but not stopping your hands.

“is that so strange?” he teased, tilting his head. “what if i want to impress someone someday?”

you snorted softly, finishing the braid and tying it off before turning to face him. “fine. watch carefully.”

he leaned forward as you patiently walked him through the steps, demonstrating in the mirror. but the moment he tried it himself, his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own.

“no, jeonghan,” you sighed, watching as his hands twisted a chunk of hair in the wrong direction. “you’re not even trying!”

“i am!” he protested, though the smirk on his lips said otherwise.

after a few more failed attempts, you huffed dramatically, standing up. “move over,” you said, making him laugh as you sat behind him.

“okay,” you said, reaching for his hair. “i’ll guide you. hold this part—yes, like that. now take the left section and cross it over to the middle.”

jeonghan followed your instructions, the corners of his mouth quirking up as you occasionally grumbled under your breath.

“right section to the middle now,” you said, your tone more patient this time.

“like this?” he asked, deliberately fumbling to see your reaction.

you sighed, your fingers brushing against his as you adjusted his hold. “no, like this. seriously, how are you so bad at this?”

he chuckled, enjoying the way you were too focused to notice how close you were leaning in. “i’m not bad, you’re just a tough teacher.”

for a while, jeonghan followed your instructions diligently, his hair slowly starting to resemble something like a braid.

“see? you’re getting it!” you encouraged, sitting back a little.

but just as the braid was almost complete, jeonghan let go of his hair entirely, the carefully woven sections unraveling.

“jeonghan!” you gasped, eyes wide. “why did you do that? we were almost done!”

he turned to look at you, his grin nothing short of cheeky. “my hands got tired,” he said simply, shrugging.

you stared at him, dumbfounded. “you just had to tie it! that’s it! that’s all you had to do!”

he laughed, the sound warm and teasing, and reached up to ruffle his hair. “if it bothers you so much, then you do it.”

“me?” you blinked, pointing to yourself.

“yes, you,” he said, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head to give you a better view of his hair. “you can braid my hair if you want.”

you hesitated, your hands hovering awkwardly.

“go ahead. i’ll sit still this time. promise.” jeonghan encouraged; his tone light but his gaze soft.

something in his expression made you relax, and you rolled your eyes playfully before scooting closer. “fine. but no complaining if i pull too hard.”

as your fingers worked through his hair, jeonghan closed his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips. he could feel the gentle tug of your hands, the way your movements were careful and precise, and it made his heart race in a way he wasn’t quite ready to admit.

“you’re really focused,” he murmured after a while, peeking at you through half-lidded eyes.

“because someone has to fix the mess you made,” you replied, but your tone was soft, teasing.

he chuckled, tilting his head slightly. “you’re cute when you’re bossy, you know.”

you paused for a split second before shaking your head, continuing the braid without a word. but he didn’t miss the way your ears turned red.

when you finally tied off the braid and patted his shoulder, he turned to face you, his grin wide and playful. “so? how did i do?”

“you mean, how did i do,” you corrected, crossing your arms. “you didn’t even finish it yourself.”

“same same,” he said with a dismissive wave. then, softer, “thanks, though. it looks nice.”

you smiled, the tension from earlier melting away. “you’re welcome.”

as you started to gather your things, jeonghan leaned back against the wall, watching you with a fondness he didn’t bother to hide.

maybe he didn’t learn how to braid today, but he’d take any excuse to have you close—your hands in his hair, your voice guiding him, and your laugh filling the space between.

"are you coming?" your voice snapped him out of his daydream.

"where?" he asked, though the way he's also picking up his things showed he didn't really care.

"to dinner. im starving."

and if jeonghan had to mess up a hundred more braids to keep you by his side a little longer, well… he’d do it without hesitation. but dinner? with you? god yes.

[expia]

creepy boyfie yuta!!! [ I love yandere yuta ☺️☝️]

Creepy boyfie!yuta who makes you stay on ft with him all day if you can’t see each other

Creepy boyfie!yuta who “jokingly” talks about locking you in his basement if you ever leave

Creepy boyfie!yuta who put up secret cameras in your apartment just so he can keep an eye on you

Creepy boyfie!yuta who texts you to ask wyd knowing damn well he’s stalking the cameras

Creepy boyfie!yuta who is more interested in watching you instead of the movie on date nights

Creepy boyfie!yuta who you don’t even think is creepy yes insecure and maybe unhealthily obsessed but not creepy

It was a quiet, cozy evening in Y/N’s apartment, the kind where the world outside could’ve been a million miles away. The lights were dimmed, and the only source of illumination came from the TV screen, flickering with the opening credits of a rom-com Y/N had been dying to watch.

Y/N was nestled comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, with a bowl of popcorn resting on her lap. Yuta sat beside her, casually draped in a hoodie and sweatpants, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind her, just a little too close—though Y/N didn’t mind. She loved it when he was close.

“So, this movie’s supposed to be really cute, right?” Y/N said with a smile, glancing over at Yuta, who was already watching her, his gaze soft but unwavering.

“Yeah, but not as cute as you,” Yuta replied smoothly, nudging her lightly. His voice had that tender, teasing quality she adored.

Y/N rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. “You’re so corny.”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. “But you love it.”

The movie began, and the two of them settled in, comfortable in the silence, only interrupted by the occasional giggle from Y/N or a quiet comment from Yuta about the movie's predictability.

But, in the middle of a particularly dramatic scene, Yuta suddenly stood up.

“I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom,” he said, stretching a little too dramatically, as if to draw attention to his exit.

Y/N didn’t think anything of it. She was far too engrossed in the movie’s over-the-top romance to notice anything odd. “Okay, hurry back. I’m about to see how this one ends!”

Yuta smiled softly, his eyes narrowing for a split second as he turned away. He had something else in mind.

As he stepped out of the living room, he made his way down the hall to where his phone was charging on the nightstand. His fingers hovered for a moment before unlocking the screen.

There it was.

The hidden camera feed he had set up earlier that week—four small, discreet lenses placed around her apartment, capturing every corner of the living room. He never let her know about them, of course. She’d never suspect something so intrusive, especially when he’d always been so sweet and loving.

Yuta’s heart rate picked up as he clicked through the various feeds on his phone. On the screen, he could see her sitting on the couch, staring intently at the TV, popcorn resting idly in her lap, her expression one of pure joy as she watched the movie.

Yuta couldn’t help but grin. He liked watching her like this. He liked seeing how relaxed and content she was, how at peace.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her—it was more that he simply wanted to always be part of her world. Even when he wasn’t physically there beside her, he wanted to be sure she was happy, safe, and… all his.

With a soft sigh, he leaned back against the wall, watching the feed for a little longer, his eyes flicking from one camera to the other. Her every movement, every shift of her posture, was like a personal performance meant just for him. He adored it.

He let the feeling of possessive affection settle inside him, but not in a way that felt bad—just in the way lovers might feel when they can’t imagine life without the other. In his mind, they were already living their perfect future, and this was just a small part of it.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Erik Destler x HaplessOperaHouseManager!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: You've known about Erik for years- you even know about his home. You don't do anything about him, because... well you wouldn't want to be cruel and put him on the streets. But good god does he not make your kindness easy.

Here you get a stress nosebleed because of him and he takes a moment from the murder and the dramatics to help you out.

Warnings: Nosebleed.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @miss_understood , and @thecourtofgraywaves .

You're just in the middle of yelling at him, chucking all your incident records down on top of his written music to demonstrate just how ridiculously thick the pile is because of his bi-regular murderous outbursts and calling the 'opera ghost' an absolute twat- when you feel a trickling under your nose, on your top lip.

You stop and touch your finger to it. When you bring your hand away and theirs blood, you groan. Aghhh! Of bloody course! Now you're getting nosebleeds!? Goddamni-

Erik emerges from where he was cooped up in a dark corner, hidden from you even in his little sewer home, and before you know it he's completely invaded your space; ignoring or perhaps not giving a damn about your personal comfort. Probably not giving a damn. "What- "

You feel his fingers search your pockets (completely indecent. You suppose you should have expected he would be that way though; coarse and brash. Living in the walls for years will do that to a man), and when he doesn't seem to find what he was looking for he sighs in frustration and then digs into his own coat pockets. Out comes a handkerchief and he twists and folds it quite gracefully (irritatingly gracefully) into a tissue, before forcefully holding your bloody fingers away from your body by the wrist and tipping your head back with his handkerchief-holding hand. "Hold still, Y/N... "

You do as you're told, but you also give him a frustrated, stern look. "Excuse me- " With an eyeroll, Erik carefully holds the fabric up to your nose: laser focused on the blood under nose even in the dim lighting from candles. "... What the hell are you doing?"

You should be more concerned about a man being this close to you- touching you so intimately with gentle but firm hands- but its Erik. So you're not too concerned, for whatever reason. Perhaps because he's not a man, he's an irritation, honestly.

You feel mildly comfortable with him like this. You could call it a work break- as if you got taken hostage by the opera ghost so whoops, you couldn't do any work for a nice block of time.

Yeah, he grabbed me and I couldn't move for 10 minutes. That paperwork got lost in the struggle, I'm afraid- Oh, no, I'm fine. Back to work I suppose!

"I think you might find this is helping... " He mutters, being in such close quarters with you that he doesn't have to speak at full volume, gently pressing the handkerchief against your nose.

"You caused this, you know??"

His eyes flash up from what he's doing, to yours, and you would be startled if you weren't so used to him. Him an his intensity all the time; sudden movements and deep eye contact. You've allowed him to stay in this opera house for years despite the trouble he causes you, because first of all you know he would never leave even if you tried to evict and him and second of all- where would he go, anyway?? You certainly wouldn't put a man out on the streets, even one like Erik.

He takes a deep breath, calming himself. "... I don't mean to hurt you, Y/N."

Rolling your eyes upwards, even as your expression softens the tiniest bit, you sigh. Yes, that's nice, but he knows very well his bullshit effects you so the sentiment is not particularly practical. And in your life, your work which is your life really, the practical is what really matters. "Well you do a good job of it."

"-I mean to hurt everyone else."

Sigh. Here we go. "Yes I know Erik."

"But I-..." Another deep breath. He's not looking you in the eye any longer, rather your nose and his handkerchief, but you're looking at him- and you see his jaw tighten; thinking hard and forcing himself to say things. Non-terrible things. "I regret it if this is truly my fault."

"... it is."

"Then I regret it."

"Do you?"

"Yes, I regret."

"Are you saying that you're sorry??... " You're mind is boggled at the thought of Erik apologising for his actions- but that is certainly how it sounds.

Immediately he tells you 'no, not at all'... before changing his mind a second later. "Perhaps, a small part, towards you. This. I don't intend to-... You've been reasonable, as far as people go. Quite-- reasonable. And I... I do not want my actions to have caused you harm."

You should let that be it. You should let him escape this without abandoning his strict sense of dignity- but you can't help yourself. "-so you're saying sorry??" You insist, tilting your head clockwise ever-so-slightly; curious like a cat.

A deep, frustrated sigh. "I don't believe I said that, but if that's how you wish to interpret my words... " He shrugs nonchalantly, trying to just focus on folding the handkerchief again and pressing a clean part to your nose again. "enjoy."

Rolling your eyes, you finally give a small smile. "Okay I will, Erik,.. "

[gingerlee-holds]

Even Mandalorians Have Weaknesses

Squealing Santa ding ding ding!!! this is a Star Wars fic for Dchubbz!anon! They requested lee!Din Djarin, so I did my best to make it happen! keep in mind that its really wonky, canonwise- the Razor Crest was destroyed and Bo-Katan doesn't really seem like the playful type but cut me some slack im in college lmao

also it's very difficult to find characters in this show who would be able to tword Mando and also want to so its Ler!Bo-Katan i guess

also LOOK AT THE GIF BELOW THIS DO YOU SEE HIS SIDES DO YOU SEE HOW POKABLE THEY ARE I REALLY REALLY WANNA POKE THE HIRED GUNMAN'S SIDES-

Words: 3017 Characters: Lee!Din, Ler!Bo-Katan

The Razor Crest hummed softly, the familiar vibrations of hyperspace travel filling the cockpit. Din Djarin, helmet securely in place, leaned back in the pilot's seat, his hands resting on the armrests. Across from him, Bo-Katan Kryze sat with her feet propped on the console, arms crossed in mock relaxation as she eyed him with a teasing glint.

"You're always so serious," she mused, tilting her head to study him. Her voice carried an edge of mischief, clearly intended to provoke. "Like a droid that never powers down."

Din gave a low huff, his modulator turning it into a faint growl. "I'm not a droid."

Bo-Katan smirked, tapping a finger against her chin in exaggerated contemplation. "Could've fooled me. Do you even know how to relax? Or laugh?"

"I'm capable of both," Din replied evenly, his voice calm and measured. "But I don't see why that's relevant."

Bo-Katan's grin widened. "You're like a myth, you know. The Mandalorian who never cracks a smile. Never lets his guard down."

Din leaned forward slightly, the reflective T-visor of his helmet turning to her with deliberate precision. "I can be playful."

Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and skepticism. "Oh really? I'll believe it when I see it."

"You won't," he retorted with a note of finality. The silence that followed felt like a small victory on Din's end. Bo-Katan's smirk only widened, her eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.

For a few moments, the hum of the ship filled the air, but Bo-Katan's curiosity was clearly piqued. "So, what, that's it? Just endless stoicism and no fun? You're wasting a perfectly good hyperspace jump, Mando."

Din's shoulders shifted slightly, a subtle movement Bo-Katan had learned to recognize as either annoyance or amusement. "You're wasting your time."

Her smirk turned into a full grin. "Oh, I don't think so. I've got plenty of time to figure out what makes you crack." She leaned back again, propping her arms behind her head. "Might even make it a personal mission."

The lights in the cockpit cast a dim glow over the pair, with hyperspace streaking past the viewport in mesmerizing patterns. Bo-Katan stretched her legs, her boots brushing against the edge of the console. She made a show of yawning dramatically. "You know, some people might find it relaxing to have a conversation. Share a joke. Maybe even… laugh?"

Din's helmet tilted slightly, suggesting he was either ignoring her or considering her words. "This isn't a cantina."

"No, it's not," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean we have to sit here like statues. Even statues crack eventually."

"I don't crack," Din replied firmly. "And I'm not a statue."

Bo-Katan chuckled softly. "You keep saying that, but you're not helping your case."

Din sighed, leaning back further into his chair. The weight of the mission and her relentless teasing settled on him. "Do you always talk this much?"

"Only when I'm entertained," she shot back. "And you, Mando, are surprisingly entertaining."

"Glad to be of service," he deadpanned, though the slight shift of his helmet hinted at a sliver of amusement.

Bo-Katan tapped her fingers against the armrest of her chair, a mischievous glint still in her eyes. "We'll see how long that stoicism holds up. Everyone has a breaking point, even you."

Din said nothing, allowing the Razor Crest's hum to fill the silence once more. But the slightest shake of his head told Bo-Katan all she wanted to know as he turned back to the controls. Knowing this would not mark the end of her efforts to crack the myth of the uncrackable Mandalorian, Bo-Katan grinned to herself. 

-

Bo-Katan's chance presented itself some hours later as they readied the Razor Crest for dropping out of hyperspace. Din checked the cargo hold to be sure their recent shipment was safe. His motions were deliberate; every object was painstakingly arranged and double-checked as though he were handling explosives rather than standard merchandise. Bo-Katan wandered in, feigning nonchalance, though her sharp eyes were already calculating.

"You're always so focused," she said casually, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms. Her tone was light, but a familiar teasing edge was beneath it. "Don't you ever get tired of being a statue?"

Din didn't look up. "What do you want, Kryze?" he asked, his voice flat as he continued working.

She pushed off the wall and stepped closer, letting her boots echo against the metal floor. "I want to see if the myth is true," she replied with a smirk, poking Djarin through a crack in his armor lightly in the side.

The reaction was immediate. Din gasped and jerked away, almost dropping the tablet in his hand. His helmet snapped toward her, the surprise in his body language unmistakable despite the impassive visor. For a moment, he froze as though debating whether to acknowledge what had just happened.

"What was that?" Bo-Katan asked, her tone dripping with mock innocence. She stepped closer, her grin widening.

"Nothing," he said quickly, straightening his posture to reassert control. But when Bo reached out again, his entire torso flinched before she even touched him. It was a subtle movement, but it might as well have been a bright neon sign to her trained eye.

Bo-Katan's eyes lit up like a child discovering treasure. She stepped back, crossing her arms again with a triumphant smile. "Oh, this is too good. You're ticklish."

"No, I'm not," Din said firmly, stepping back as if distance alone could deflect her discovery.

"Sure, and I'm a moisture farmer," she shot back, her grin widening as she advanced slightly. "You flinched like I'd threatened you with a vibroblade."

"Drop it, Kryze," he warned, though a faint edge to his tone betrayed his unease.

Bo-Katan tilted her head, studying him with newfound amusement. "What are you so afraid of, Mando? That someone might discover the great Din Djarin has a weakness?"

He shook his head, turning his attention back to the cargo. "I'm not afraid of anything," he muttered. His hands worked quickly, almost as if trying to distract himself (and her) from the moment.

"Oh, but you are," she countered, leaning against a nearby crate. "I think you're afraid I'll tell everyone that you're… what's the word? Human."

Din's helmet turned toward her briefly, but he said nothing. That silence only encouraged her.

"You know, I was starting to think you were unshakable," she circled slowly. "But now I see it. The legendary Mandalorian has a crack. And it's ticklish."

"I don't have time for this," he said, his voice clipped as he moved to another section of the cargo hold.

"Sure you do," she replied smoothly, following him. "Hyperspace jumps last forever, and we're stuck together. Might as well make the most of it."

Din sighed audibly, the sound distorted through his modulator. "I should throw you from the airlock."

"You're avoiding the truth," she shot back. "Just admit it. You flinched."

He stopped for a split second, then went on working. Bo-Katan's smile never wavered. Instead, she crouched beside him and leaned close enough to cause him to squirm uneasily. 

"Tell me," she said, her voice dropping into a mock-serious tone. "Is this some kind of ancient Mandalorian secret? A hidden vulnerability? Should I add 'tickling' to my arsenal of combat techniques?"

Din finally turned to her, his helmet mere inches from her face. "You're not funny."

"Oh, I'm hilarious," she retorted, standing back up. "And you know it."

As she backed away, still smirking, Din straightened, visibly tense. Though he returned to his task, Bo-Katan didn't miss how his shoulders stayed rigid as if bracing for another poke. It was enough to make her chuckle quietly to herself.

"Don't worry," she said over her shoulder as she left the cargo hold. "I'll save my newfound intel for when it really counts."

Din watched her go, shook his head slightly, then went back to work. But the tension in his motions never really disappeared. Grogu cooed somewhere in the Razor Crest as though he sensed the change in the air. And Bo-Katan's laughter rang softly down the hallways as a promise she wasn't done with him yet.

-

The next opportunity came later that evening. Din was crouched in the engine bay, trying to fix a faulty panel. His armor was partially removed for mobility, so he worked in his cloth tunic. The dim light of the bay cast shadows over his focused expression, and the soft hum of the ship provided a backdrop to his work. He was so absorbed in the work that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.

"Don't even think about it," he warned, his voice low and steady, not looking up.

"Think about what?" Bo-Katan asked innocently, the mockery in her tone unmistakable. She moved closer, her boots clinking lightly against the metal floor. Nearby, Grogu perched on a crate, his big eyes darting between the two adults with growing curiosity. His little green fingers reached out, sensing the tension, and he cooed softly. His eyes flicked to a pair of handcuffs on a nearby crate, and an idea visibly formed.

Din muttered something under his breath, clearly bracing himself for trouble. But before he could move, Grogu raised a tiny hand. With a playful Force burst, one of Din's wrists was cuffed to the ship's support beam. The click of the cuffs echoed in the bay, and Din froze, staring at the child in disbelief.

"Grogu, not now," he said firmly, his voice heavy with exasperation. The little one gurgled in delight, entirely unbothered by the scolding.

Bo-Katan burst out laughing. She declared, "Oh, this is perfect," her grin spreading wide. She stepped closer, and the malevolent glint in her eye gleamed. "Remind me to thank you, lil guy."

"Kryze, don't," Din warned, his tone notably powerless. He squirmed uneasily, trying to tug his hand from restraint, but the cuffs held firm. Bo-Katan wiggled her fingers menacingly as she closed the distance between them.

"You've been asking for this, Mandalorian." Her voice dripped with mock menace. Without hesitation, she tested the waters by poking his ribs lightly.

Din's body betrayed him right away. He almost dropped the wrench in his free hand as he jerked away from her touch. The reaction only fueled her resolve. He used his free arm to swat at her invading fingers, but she was quick, and his limited mobility gave her the advantage.

"S-Stohop," he managed, his voice strained, his body twisting as much as the cuffs allowed.

"Make me," she shot back, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she dug her fingers into his sides more determinedly. The wrench fell from Din's hand. Her confidence was bolstered by the sound that escaped his lips, which resembled a grunt with a hint of choked laughter.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly. "You're a human after all!"

Close by, Grogu laughed and clapped his tiny hands as if cheering on Bo-Katan. The child's happiness just set her off more. Din squirmed under her relentless assault, his composure cracking with each passing second. He tried desperately to hold onto his stoic demeanor, but his body had other plans.

"Qu-Quihihit ihihit!" he sputtered, his modulated voice warping with each involuntary sound. His free arm flailed uselessly, trying to block her, but she dodged easily, her fingers dancing along his ribs and sides.

"Giggling already? I'm going to cherish this," Bo-Katan declared, her grin turning downright evil. She shifted her tactics, finding a particularly sensitive spot near his hip, and Din's reaction was immediate.

"Bohoho! Nohohoho!" he burst out, the laughter spilling from him despite his efforts to suppress it. His head tilted back slightly, and his torso twisted as he tried to escape her touch.

"Oh, I'm not stopping now," she said gleefully, her voice nearly drowned out by Din's increasingly loud laughter. "You're making this too much fun, Mando."

"Bo-Kahahatahan! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his voice hitching with each word. His laughter was rich and deep, sounding almost foreign from someone so perpetually serious.

Grogu let out a delighted squeal, his tiny hands clapping even faster. He leaned forward on his crate as if trying to get a better view of the chaos unfolding before him. Din's struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.

Bo-Katan grinned triumphantly, her hands slowing down as Din's laughter softened into residual chuckles. "You're lucky I'm merciful," she teased, stepping back with a flourish. "For now."

Din leaned heavily against the support beam, his cuffed wrist still secured. He panted, trying to regain his composure. "You call that merciful?" he muttered, his tone dripping with exasperation.

Grogu gurgled with delight, waddling nearer to examine his obviously flustered guardian. The young child pulled at his shirt, his bright eyes glimmering with playful intent. Din looked down at him, his helmet shifting slightly. "You're not helping, kid."

Bo-Katan watched the scene with a smirk, her arms crossed confidently. "I think he's enjoying himself. You should take notes on how to loosen up."

Din scoffed, once more testing the cuffs on his wrist. "I promise you, Kryze, if you don't unlock this-"

Before he could finish, Bo-Katan darted forward again, her fingers poised menacingly. Din flinched instinctively, his free hand shooting up to block her. "Don't you dare!"

She laughed, stepping back with mock innocence. "Relax, Mando. I'm just keeping you on your toes."

Grogu cooed in agreement, clearly enjoying the dynamic. Din let out a low groan, his helmet tilting back as he muttered something under his breath. Probably 'dank farrik.' 

"This is ridiculous."

"Ridiculous but fun," Bo-Katan corrected, her grin widening. "Admit it. You haven't laughed like that in years."

Din didn't respond, but the slight tilt of his head betrayed his reluctant agreement. He finally sighed, his tone softening. "Just get me out of this."

"Don't try to get all stoic again! We were having fun!" Bo-Katan got an idea. "Okay, Mando. Tell me your worst joke, or this continues."

"I don't know any jokes," he ground out, his voice still shaky from the residual laughter.

She shook her head, her grin widening. "Wrong answer."

Her fingers resumed their assault, this time targeting the particularly sensitive spot under his arm. Din's reaction was immediate and explosive. A deep, unrestrained laugh burst from him, rich and resonant, surprising even himself. He squirmed futilely against the cuffs, his free arm flailing in an attempt to block her relentless attack.

"K-Kryhyhyhyze! Plehehease!" he managed between gasps, his modulated voice barely recognizable through the laughter.

Bo-Katan laughed along with him, her own amusement genuine. "I've never heard anything so satisfying," she teased, her voice light with delight. Grogu giggled from the sideline.

"Al-Alrihihihight! AHAHA! Alrihihihihihihight!" Din gasped desperately. "I'll tell you! Just stohohohohop!"

Bo-Katan finally relented, stepping back with a triumphant grin. Din slumped against the support beam, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Grogu cooed in approval, his ears wiggling with anticipation.

"This better be good," Bo-Katan said, crossing her arms and raising an expectant eyebrow.

Din took another moment to compose himself, his voice still uneven. "Okay. Two stormtroopers are scouting in the jungle. One gets bitten by a snake in a weak spot in his armor and collapses. The other calls into command and says, 'Come in, come in! My partner has collapsed, I think he's dead!' Command replies, 'Stay calm. First, I need you to make sure your partner is actually dead.' The comm goes quiet for a bit, followed by a series of blaster shots. 'Alright,' the scout finally responds, 'I made sure. Now what?'"

There was a brief pause before Bo-Katan burst into laughter, doubling over as the terrible joke sank in. Even Grogu let out an amused squeal, waving his tiny hands in the air. Din groaned, shaking his head as he muttered, "I warned you."

"That was… awful!" Bo-Katan managed between fits of laughter, wiping a tear from her eye. "Absolutely terrible."

"You asked for my worst," Din said dryly, though the faintest hint of a chuckle slipped through.

Bo-Katan straightened, her grin wide and satisfied. "I'll give you points for effort, Mando. But you're not off the hook yet."

Din tensed immediately, his helmet tilting toward her. "What do you mean?"

Without answering, Bo-Katan lunged back toward him, her fingers diving into his ribcage. Din let out a startled bark of laughter, his body twisting in a futile attempt to escape.

"Kryze! I already told you!" he protested, his voice breaking into helpless laughter as she found another sensitive spot.

"That joke was so bad. You deserve this," Bo-Katan teased, her fingers mercilessly skimming along his ribs and sides. Din's laughter echoed through the engine bay, rich and unguarded, a sound that seemed to surprise even Grogu. "This is punishment for that brazen assault on my intelligence you call a joke."

"Bohoho! ThiHiHiS iHIhIIsn't FAhahHAhair! YouHuHu Ahahahaasked FohohOOr a bAHahahd- ACK-!" Din gasped, his voice hitching with every breath. His struggles grew more frantic, but the cuffs and Bo-Katan's persistence kept him firmly at her mercy.

"You're too much fun, Mando," Bo-Katan said, her tone light and teasing. She finally pulled back after a few more moments, letting him slump against the support beam again. His free hand came up to rest on his chest as he panted, his whole body visibly relaxing now that the torment had ceased.

Din sat back, rubbing his wrist once Grogu released the cuff. His helmet turned toward Bo-Katan, and though his face was hidden, she could feel his glare. "You’re insufferable," he muttered.

"And you’re human," she countered, her tone softening. "It’s good to see that side of you."

Grogu waddled over, climbing into Din’s lap with a happy gurgle. Din sighed, placing a hand on the child’s head. "Never again," he said, his voice resolute. But as Din turned away, Bo-Katan couldn’t help but smile. She didn’t need to be Force-sensitive to know he was smiling too, hidden behind the beskar.

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

hi! can i request a beth harmon x fem reader please? just this sort of sweet moment between them where all the stress from the tournaments and everything that’s been happening melts away and everything is okay because they’re together.

i can never find any good fics of her and i love all the stuff you’ve written so i got really excited when i saw her on your list!

thank you so much!! ❤️

Thank you for requesting beth ❤🥺

My girl

Beth Harmon x fem!reader, reader is an author

Set before Russia, just a slice of life type fic

Warnings: some swearing

You drop your keys on the counter, taking your time to slowly toe your shoes off, watching Beth walk into the living room and settle in an armchair.

She'd been a little... distant at dinner, not fully tuned in, in a way you know she'd never be on purpose. The tournament stress is clearly sinking into her.

You turn on the Christmas lights you'd kept up, for months after the holiday season, opting to turn off the ceiling lights and let the fairy light glow filter through the room.

"Beth?"

She turns her head to you as you bend down beside the couch, perching your chin on the sofa arm to look up at her.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask softly.

Beth lets out a breath, shifting and stretching her legs out behind her. "Paris, Borgov, ...losing, and losing like that." She plays idly with your hands as she speaks. "Jolene's money, your money. Benny hating me."

She shakes her head. "I should've just said yes to those Christian funders."

You squeeze her hands. "Beth, it's okay. First of all, Jolene gave you that money out of her own free will. She wants you to go to Russia. And me? I just sold two stories to that publishing agency, remember? The money will come back. And... true friends always come back. So Benny'll be back, just give him time to cool off."

You move up to the armchair, Beth's soft giggle ringing as you huff and squish yourself into the clearly-meant-for-one-person armchair beside her.

"We're going to Russia," you tell her. "And," you drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. "You're gonna rip the board right out from under Borgov's sad little king."

Beth laughs, shaking her head. "I've gotta get through all the other Russians first."

"Fuck 'em. You're gonna take home the whole damn tournament."

She cups your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up to press a kiss to your lips. "Yeah, fuck 'em."

You slide out of her arms, grinning at the pout she gives as you stand up from the armchair. It's your favourite thing, being able to see all the cute little expressions and actions she doesn't show outside.

"I'm coming back," you promise. "I'm making tea."

"You're amazing," she says, smiling at you over the top of the chair.

You smirk. "I know. Music?" The radio crackles to life as you turn it on, recognising an song you know Beth loves, and you grin to yourself as she slowly rises from the armchair.

You sway slightly along with the song beat as you fill the kettle and search for your teabags, watching Beth dance her way towards you, holding up her closed fist as a microphone.

"What- can- make- me- feel this way," she punctuates each word with a dramatic movement.

You grin, knowing what's next.

"My girl..." Beth points her arm straight out at you, singing each harmony. She makes her way into the kitchen, looping an arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek. "Talkin' 'bout my girl."

"Oh my god, this is boiling water, Beth."

"My girl!"

You shake your head, grinning. She's undeterred. You pour milk in with the tea, and toss in a little spoon of sugar.

Beth reaches out as you pass the cup to her. "Thank you," she says softly, smile crinkling her eyes.

You take a sip from your cup. "Anything for my girl."

You move back into the living room, Beth disappearing off somewhere.

"Y/n!"

You turn and see her holding up your book, which you'd just gotten properly printed.

"Can you read it to me?"

You take the book from her. "Haven't you already read most of it?"

Every chapter you'd write, she'd read. Beth was the first person to see the plot unfolding in your head, storylines stretching out and forming together. You'd sit there, clicking sounds ringing as you typed, and Beth would play chess games against herself as she waited for you to finish the next page.

You pull the paper out of the typewriter, the fresh ink allowed to rest on the table for just a second, before it's snatched up by Beth, eager to read after a new revelation on the previous page.

"Holy shit, Y/n."

"What?"

"That's genius."

You smile. "You think?"

"Yeah..." she trails off, eyes flicking across and down the page as she reads.

"Wait... fuck." She blinks up at you, evidently having finished the page. "What happens after?"

"You know it's gonna take like at least an hour for the next page right?"

Beth huffs. "Can't you just tell me? I know you already planned it out."

"Nope," you say, snorting as she groans into the couch.

Beth flops into the sofa beside you. "I mean, I know the story but I haven't read it all together and finished. Please, Y/n?"

She turns her sweetest expression on you, and you fold immediately.

"Fine, fine, sure," you say, setting down your tea. You settle into the couch, pulling your legs up beside you, then you open the book.

Beth nudges your foot, and you look up. "Thank you," she says. "I love you."

You smile. "Love you too."

I'm writing the requests a little out of order just getting any of the older ones out first. Short fic today but loved writing the fluff :))))

[whoisshel]

Replay

summary: eddie gives reader a mixtape (similar to what happens in crimson and clover christmas chapter. these songs could possibly be what's on that mixtape)

‘Wild thing, you make my heart sing

You make everything groovy, wild thing

Wild thing, I think I love you’

When you first met Eddie, you were sitting in your car in the school parking lot debating on whether you actually wanted to go in or skip today. You were sitting there, glaring at the school, listening to your radio, when a beat-up van skid into the spot next to you. The squeal of tires makes you whip your head to see who the reckless driver is, and when you catch sight of a mop of curly brown hair, you keep your eyes locked on the person.

As the person turns in your direction, you see who the driver really is. You knew who Eddie Munson is, hard not to when all this town does is gossip. You’ve seen him around school too, but only glimpses since you aren’t in the same grade. It is at this moment when your eyes connect with Eddie chocolate eyes and ‘Wild Thing’ by The Runaways blasting through your car did you see who Eddie Munson really is.

Eddie was more than the drug-dealing, cult leader the town described him as. Eddie is someone who will invite kids to sit with him at lunch if they’re at a table alone. He loves to be loud and expressive because he loves to see the smiles it instantly brings to the people around him. Eddie doesn’t just care for the people he loves, he will do anything for them even if that means putting himself in harm's way.

You saw all this from one simple look into his eyes, you couldn’t imagine what you’d find out once you got to know him. So that’s what you did, you find out more of who Eddie really is and along the way, you fell deeply and madly in love with Eddie Munson.

‘Every now and then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight

And I need you more than ever’

One thing you and Eddie loved to do together was just listen to music while enjoying each other's company. Whether it was in one of your cars or bedrooms, you would just sit close to each other and either show the other new music or play music you’ve both heard hundreds of times. The two of you luckily had similar taste in music, but you also sometimes liked to listen to songs that weren’t too far from being considered pop. While Eddie wasn’t a fan of pop, he dealt with it if that meant you were happy.

This is exactly what you were both doing at the moment, sitting in the clunky van that you learned to love, torturing Eddie with pop music.

“Every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes,” You sang along to ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ dramatically and did little dance movements in the passenger seat.

This was another reason Eddie allowed pop music to be played in his delicate van. He loved to watch you happily sing and dance to music that made his ears ring.

The song ended and you settled in your seat looking over to Eddie, “Alright, your turn to pick a song.”

Eddie shook his head, “That’s okay, you can pick another one.”

‘Every move you make

Every step you take

I'll be watching you’

Hawkins prom was tonight and you have been looking forward to it since you had convinced Eddie to go. You it seemed like a lot of convincing but Eddie had already planned on asking you when he saw your eyes light up at the poster, he just wanted to see what you had in mind to convince him.

He was very pleased to find out what that was.

You and Eddie had just arrived at the dance and Eddie had already told you how pretty you looked seven times.

As soon as Eddie got out of the car, you barely had any time to grab ahold of the door handle before Eddie opened it.

With the door open, Eddie holds his hand out for you to take, “M’Lady,”

“M’Lord,” Taking Eddie’s hand, you carefully made your way down.

Making your way into the dance hand in hand, Eddie kept glancing at you seeing you beam with giddiness. You stopped to take your picture together, then made your way to the punch bowl.

Grabbing a cup of the punch out of Eddie’s hand, Eddie glanced around to make sure there weren’t any chaperones around before taking the flask out of the pocket inside his suit jacket. Eddie poured a shot of vodka into each of your glasses; he would’ve rather had something darker but knew you preferred vodka.

After eating and having a couple of more drinks, you made your way to the dance floor. The two of you energetically danced to a few upbeat songs, and just as you were about to make your way to some chairs to relax, a slow song came on.

As ‘Every Breath You Take’ started playing around you, Eddie grabbed you by the waist pulling you close to him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, being careful to not pull on his hair.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie whispered, not taking his eyes off you.

You chuckled, “So you’ve told me eight times tonight.”

“Not just tonight,” Eddie continued his sentiment, “You’re always the most beautiful person in the room.”

“Thank you,” You’ve grown shy now, your face feeling warm, “You’re beautiful too, Eddie.”

‘Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

I was me, but now he's gone’

Eddie always did everything he could to make you happy which made it hard to do the same for him. Eddie’s birthday was coming up and you had the perfect gift that would make up for everything Eddie’s ever done for you.

On the day of his birthday, you wake up bright and early to rush over to Eddie’s. Hiding the present was hard to do for a week so when the day finally came, you had to give it to Eddie as soon as possible.

You knocked on the door until Wayne finally answered, still dressed in his work clothes from the night before, “He’s still asleep.”

”I figured,” You stepped into the trailer once Wayne stepped aside, “I just can’t wait any longer to give him his present.”

You practically skipped your way to Eddie’s room. Quietly opening and closing the door, you stopped beside his bed taking in how peaceful he looked. You then jumped onto his bed, jolting Eddie from his sleep.

Eddie groaned, bringing his hands to rub at his face, as you crawled your way to straddle his waist.

”Why, hello,” Eddie moved his hands to your waist, “What a great way to wake up.”

”Happy birthday,” You leaned down to kiss him.

One of your hands stayed on his shoulder, holding you up, while the other hand moved to his neck and your thumb brushed over his jaw. As the kissing continued, Eddie’s hands moved lower to grasp your butt.

Before it could go further than kissing, you pulled back and sat up, causing Eddie to pout.

”Would you like your present?” You asked, wiping the frown off Eddie’s face.

”You got me a present?” A smile began to creep up Eddie’s face.

Instead of answering, you pulled the two pieces of paper out of your back pocket. Without even reading what they said, Eddie shot up in shock. He practically ripped them out of your hand to see if they were real.

”Are these,” Eddie continued to examine them, and once he processed what they said, his eyes grew wide, “Metallica tickets?”

”Yes,” You quietly squealed, your hands balled up in front of you from how excited you were.

”Wha-how, oh my god,” Eddie forgot how to form a sentence, too happy to think properly.

Before you knew what he was doing, Eddie tackled you on his bed, almost making you fall off. Your head was dangling off the side of the bed, your head dropped back even more as you laughed at Eddie’s antics.

Eddie began leaving kisses all over your face while muttering, “Thank you,” between each kiss.

The day of the concert came and Eddie was nonstop bouncing off of everything. He was so impatient for the concert to start that you left two hours early, it was a miracle you were able to get him to wait that long.

As the concert went on and ‘Fade to Black’ began, Eddie turned his head to look at you and kept his eyes there.

You could feel him staring, “What are you doing, you’re missing the concert.”

”I love you.”

Turning to look at Eddie in shock, all you saw in his eyes was adoration. Seeing that, the shock washed away and a warmth appeared, “I love you too.”

‘Love of my life, don't leave me

You've taken my love (all my love)

And now desert me

Love of my life, can't you see?’

You were shaking from the nervousness coursing through your body. Eddie and you had planned something very special today but first had to get through school. 

Your parents went out of town for the weekend, leaving you home alone. Your parents had left for the flight today so you planned to have Eddie stay for the weekend. While there were many times you could’ve stayed at Eddie’s, since Wayne worked the night shift, your parents would never allow it. So while they’re out of town, they would never know Eddie was over.

This also gave you and Eddie enough time alone to lose your virginity together.

Now as you wait for school to end, that’s all you could think about. You watched the clock intensely, no longer paying attention to anything the teacher was saying. A second before the bell, signaling school was over, rang you were up and out the door making your way to your car as fast as possible. Eddie was going to drive his van over and meet you at your place.

You beat Eddie and ran to your room to get ready, Putting some extra perfume on and picking up anything you forgot on the floor. You went over to your stereo, put in the cassette tape for Queen, and skipped until you reached ‘Love of My Life.’ Making your way back to the front door, opening it right as Eddie was about to knock. Grabbing ahold of his hand, which was in midair, you tugged him towards your room not wanting to wait any longer.

Getting into your room, you pushed Eddie further in before shutting the door. Turning back around to face Eddie, you grabbed onto his vest pulled him towards you, and started to kiss him. Eddie didn’t seem to want to wait either as he pulled you in by the waist until there wasn’t any space between you. Your kisses were long and deep, only taking short breaths in between so you wouldn’t have to be away from each other for long.

Eddie pulled back for a moment, placing his forehead on yours, “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this?”

”Oh yeah, I’m sure.” You answered confidently, pulling him back in for a kiss, then pulled back to look Eddie in the eyes, “Are you?”

”Fuck yeah.”

Giggling at his response, you and Eddie fell back on your bed.

‘Ah, now I don't hardly know her

But I think I could love her

Crimson and clover’

Eddie handed you the mixtape he made for you that has the title ‘Songs That Remind Me of You’ written in his handwriting. Looking over all the songs on the mixtape, your mind replayed the moments that the songs played throughout your relationship. From the moment you first noticed him, which you told him about while stoned, to your first time together. At the bottom of the list, you saw a song that didn’t bring up any memories.

”Crimson and Clover?” You asked, “How does that song remind you of me?”

“When I first saw you, way before you ever noticed me, this song immediately started playing in my mind. I knew from the moment I saw you that I was already falling in love. Even though I hardly knew you, I thought I could love you.”

With tears in your eyes, you kissed Eddie gently and with so much love, “I love you.”

”I love you too.” Eddie gave you another kiss.

[kultofkorii]

Hi !!! iIs it possible to have Usopp (top) x male reader (bottom).Smut. They have been a couple for a long time. The half-human, half-tiger reader (he has the body of a human but a tiger's tail, ears, eyes and stripes). For the storyline, during the whole day, the reader has fun teasing Usopp, but when they chose to keep the boat Usopp decides to make him regret all this teasing. There can be a lot of praise and teasing from Usopp's part

− Such a Tease~

✎usopp x tiger! reader

♦︎fic type: smut

♦︎summary: after you teasing usopp all day, he finally decided to do something about it.

♦︎word count: 2.4k

♦︎warnings: praise kink, male! reader, soft dom! usopp, anal, oral [reader receiving]

♦︎ a/n: omgg thank you so much for the ask, and i hope you enjoy what i wrote! I apologize for the delay I've been busy with moving.

The sun hangs high in the clear blue sky, casting a warm, golden light over the Going Merry as it bobs gently in the turquoise waters of the island's harbor. The crew of the Straw Hat Pirates has disembarked to explore the lush landscape, leaving you and Usopp behind on the ship for a well-deserved break from your adventurous lives.

You were lounging casually on the deck, your eyes tracking the movements of the crew as they make their way towards the island. You flex your fingers, relishing in the sensation of the warm sun against your skin, and a mischievous grin spreads across your face.

Today, you have a singular goal: to make Usopp as riled up as possible. You’ve long enjoyed your playful interactions with him, but today, you want to turn the teasing up a notch and push him to his breaking point. As you stretch out languidly on the deck, your thoughts dance with plans to fluster your partner.

Usopp had settled into a comfortable spot by the railing, fiddling with a small gadget he’s been working on. He seems absorbed in his work, unaware of your scheming. You stand up and saunter over to him, your movements fluid and deliberate. With a lazy stretch and a feline grace, you cast a sidelong glance at Usopp, who is engrossed in adjusting the gadget. Your eyes gleam with mischief as you approach.

"Hey, Usopp," you purr softly, your voice rich and smooth. "Need any help with that thing?"

Usopp glances up, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Not from you, tiger. I’ve got it under control."

You tilt your head, your grin widening. "Are you sure? I’d hate to see you struggle with something so trivial."

Before Usopp can respond, your form ripples and shifts into that of a tiger. The transformation is seamless, and in an instant, you’re a sleek, golden-striped feline. You stretch out in front of Usopp, curling your body around the gadget with a lazy purr. Usopp raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Really? Now you're just showing off."

Your tiger eyes gleam as you give Usopp a slow, deliberate lick of your paw. The gesture is more playful than anything else, but it clearly has its intended effect—Usopp’s cheeks flush a delicate pink. You purr softly, stretching out as if you own the entire ship. "Just making myself comfortable," you say with a feline smirk. "You don’t mind, do you?" Usopp tries to focus on his gadget, but it’s clear that your presence is becoming increasingly distracting. He shifts uncomfortably as your tail flicks against his legs, the tickling sensation almost unbearable.

After a moment of pretending to be engrossed in his work, Usopp gives in with a resigned sigh. "Alright, fine. If you’re going to be a distraction, I might as well give you something to do." With a dramatic sigh, Usopp places his gadget aside and reaches out to gently scratch behind your tiger ears. You close your eyes in bliss as you purr loudly, thoroughly enjoying the attention, before switching back to your human form.

But Usopp isn’t done. As he scratches behind your ears, his fingers occasionally brush against your sensitive spots, sending shivers down your spine. Your tail flicks erratically, betraying the fact that you’re trying very hard to maintain your composure. "Are you enjoying this, Y/n?" Usopp teases, his voice dripping with amusement. Your purring grows louder, and you roll onto your stomach, exposing your tail fully in a gesture of trust and playfulness. “You know me too well, Usopp.”

Seeing your vulnerable position, Usopp’s smirk widens. “Oh, I see. So you want me to keep going, huh?” Your tiger eyes glint with a mix of desire and mischief. “Only if you want to.”Usopp’s fingers make contact with the base of your tail, sending you into a state of delightful squirming. You try to suppress your reactions, but the combination of gentle scratches and Usopp’s teasing comments proves too much. You wriggle and purr, letting him know just the effect he has on you. Finally, Usopp relents and stops his delightful touches, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “How about we take this up a notch, yeah?”

••••

Usopp's toned body loomed over you, panting heavily from your previous make out session. Usopp's gaze lingers on your own, his eyes dark and filled with an emotion that mirrored your own. There was a moment of silence before he leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was filled with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, coaxing them apart, and when you opened up to him, the kiss deepened into something raw and primal.

But it was the way he moaned against your mouth that sent a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins, the sound low and rough, vibrating through your very core. The moan was muffled, almost swallowed by the intensity of the kiss, but it resonated in the pit of your stomach, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward.

And then he rotated your head slightly, his hand gripping your chin as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving over yours with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled with the effort to maintain control, and it was intoxicating, the knowledge that he was holding back for you. His hands slid down to your waist, and he pulled you even closer, your chest flush against his as he guided your movements with ease. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you.

He broke the kiss only to whisper against your lips, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers cascading down your spine. "My good boy," he breathed, his words a caress that resonated deep within you, leaving you yearning for more.

Usopp's own breath was unsteady, mingling with yours in a symphony of shared pleasure. As he pulled back slightly, his lips still brushing against your skin, he whispered with a husky tenderness that made your heart flutter, "Such a good boy for me."

His hand slid up your back, his fingers curling around the nape of your neck as he bent down to press a kiss to your shoulder, the gesture so tender, so filled with reverence that it made your chest tighten with emotion. You could feel the way his body trembled against yours, the effort to maintain control evident in every movement, every breath. But it was the way he continued to speak, his voice low and breathy, that sent shivers down your spine, the words a mixture of praise and profanity that made your heart race and your skin flush with heat.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I can't... resist you. You are so perfect, so damn perfect." "My perfect boy," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The kiss was tender, filled with a depth of feeling that made your chest tighten with emotion, and you found yourself leaning into him, your body seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

And as his lips moved from your mouth to your neck, pressing kisses and bites along the sensitive skin there, you felt the world around you fade away, leaving only the two of you, locked in a moment of pure, unbridled passion. His hands make haste with your pants, loosening them just enough to reach in and grab your hard cock, releasing it from the confines of the fabric with a satisfied look. He rubs you softly, thumb placing just beneath the head, soaking in your noises. He wraps his hand around you firmly now, stroking you slowly as he kisses you deep. It's rather unfortunate that he must silence your pretty sounds but the vibration of your moans against his mouth makes up for the loss.

Usopp was always this way - the pleasurer, rather than the pleased. Trust that he was always happily pleased with his time with you, with your reactions and moans, asking for more, but in general, he just wasn't the type to seek out his own gratification before giving you yours. Part of it riled you up inside, part of it made your heart yearn for him all the more. He strokes you and you curl into him. It's as though his fingers are laced with poison. And yet, his lips somehow carry the antidote.

Usopp positioned himself in between your thighs, cock of his own throbbing through his jeans. The sight alone has you begging whatever gods may be for some kind of release, not that you'd ever repent for your sinful thoughts when it came to this man. Even if it meant going to something resembling Heaven. You've already experienced such a reality and he was right in front of you, rubbing his hardening self against you with no remorse or embarrassment. Your hands reach down to finally feel him, the way he twitches against your touch, the way he groans just above you.

His hips buck up just slightly, seeking friction, and you chuckle before giving it to him. You undo his overalls, pulling them down along with his boxers and revel at the sight. He reaches down to help you. His mouth found yours again as his hands wrap around the both of you, rutting his leaking cock against yours, fucking into his palm.

You follow suit, hips rolling forward as you chase your high. He smirks against your lips before pulling away to look at you, "You look so cute like that." You whine at the praise, face heating up even more - you didn't know that was even possible. "I, I want-" You struggle to find the words, too lost in the pleasure of his dick against yours. Usopp kisses you again, understanding you regardless, and chuckles as he lets go of the both of you to help you shimmy off your pants completely.

His fingers find again the curves of your ass and he grins widely, groaning at the sight. The flat surface of his tongue laps up your hole, sopping up the area to make it easier for his thumb. He pushes the digit into your enclosure, slow yet eager. "Usopp," you sigh, eyes shut as you focus desperately on his touch.

Two fingers pass easily through and leave you to crumble beneath him, scissoring them apart to make room for one more, rolling your head against the table, thrashing about as if you were being tortured. He positions himself at your entrance. "Ready?" You nod with reckless abandon, practically begging him.

He pushes in steadily, slow but never faltering. He stretches you so well. You groan, a mix of pain and satisfaction flooding your senses. He holds your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the curves to soothe you as he seeks pleasure of his own deep within you. You feel his dick twitch against your walls. He rolls his hips, aiming for that spot that drives you to madness.

The angle allows this easily, your mind going blank as you become solely aware of the feeling of him entering and exiting your hole. He finds his rhythm, keeping his hands on you as he guides himself in and out, loving the way your ass looks as it ripples with every thrust. He moves his hand from your stomach down to your dick, holding it against the skin of his palm, fingers wrapping around you.

He swirled his cock inside you hearing the gooey wet noises of your arousal and he bit his lips tightly before pushing himself inside. Somehow you felt tighter and even more amazing than he last remembered. You felt so soft, that there wasn’t a piece of your body that he wasn’t touching while dragging himself in and out of you. The slow pace didn’t last long as he needed more. This pace began to pick up, his cock dragging across your walls managing to hit every pleasurable spot. “You take it so well, you deserve it, Baby.”

With each word came a stronger and faster thrust making you subconsciously pull away from the feeling of him, but he noticed this and Usopp grabbed your hips with one hand and placed his other on your tummy and pushed down. "Don't run from me baby, you wanted this~" You felt numb in the brain. Your eyes were squinted seeing how hard Usopp was sweating and breathing over you. He looked so attractive, you felt your cock throb in his hand. Both of you filled the rooms with whines, moans, and groans on top of the wet slapping noises against each other. It wasn’t long until your felt your orgasm approaching so closely; "Usopp-fuck- I'm close~"

You felt his entire body weight on you with his hands grabbing yours above your head to keep himself steady and he pumped into you viciously and you clenched each time he came back inside you so easily due to how wet and stretched you were. His stomach dragged against your cock, add more friction to your sensitive tip. “It’s okay—I know baby it feels so good; Let go for me~"

He mouth was right by your ear as your face was buried in his bed moaning right along with him. You heard the bed creak so loudly and the floor boards get scratched up from the way the bed frame was moving under you both. You felt almost like if you didn’t scream from pleasure right now you’d probably die. "USOPP! IM-CUMMING!"

His eyes opened again now moving faster trying to reach the same high as you. Both of you were fucking like literal rabbits at this point. But you didn’t care because you were pretty much at fault for this. With a few more thrust you felt his load seeping feeling into your stretched out hole; your own release coating both your chests. You both finally slowed down as you both came together. He hugged you slowly still trying to ride out your combined orgasm. You both take a moment to catch your breath and come down from your high. Your sharp canines lightly dragging across his ear as you huff out, "Totally worth it." Usopp devolves into breathless laughter before lifting his self from your clutches, taking his warmth with him, but not before kissing your forehead when you whine in protest. "I sure hope it was, but we have to get cleaned up before the others get back." He picks you up bridal style and begins heading to the bathroom a content smile on his face as you nuzzle into his hold and wrap your tail around his leg, purring lightly.

[bunji-enthusiast]

hello!! can i request a lancelot x reader in which its around 3am and reader randomly wakes up hungry and asks lance to cook something up, and when they go to the kitchen they’re both still really sleepy and the food ends up either burnt or just got messed up really bad😭 lots of fluff at the end pleasee!!! thank you so much in advance i love ur writings 🫶🏼

☽ 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Sypnosis [Nightly shenanigans ensue... oh boy.] Character [Lancelot] Note || oh this is absolutely silly, thank you for this one!

The soft moonlight filtered through the window, casting a pale glow over the room as you stirred in your sleep. The quiet had settled in around you like a warm blanket, the world outside still and hushed. But, for reasons you couldn't quite place, your stomach grumbled loudly, a hunger that seemed to creep from the depths of your dreams and pull you into wakefulness.

You shifted beneath the covers, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand.

3:05 AM.

Perfect.

At this hour, it felt like your body had decided to betray you, demanding food when the rest of the world was deep in slumber. You sat up, a little groggy, your mind still foggy with the remnants of sleep.

You turned to the figure beside you. Lancelot was sprawled out next to you, his form barely visible in the dim light. His hair, messy and tousled from sleep, was a mix of his usual golden hue and the faint scent of something warm. You smiled softly at the sight of him—there was something oddly comforting about his presence, even if he was half-asleep.

"Lance," you whispered, reaching out and gently shaking his arm. He made a soft sound, a grunt of protest. It was too early for him to be fully awake, but you didn't mind. He always made everything feel like an adventure, even in the dead of night.

He groaned, blinking lazily at you as his magenta eyes fluttered open. “Hmm… what is it?"

“I’m hungry,” you confessed, already feeling the tug of embarrassment. Who wakes someone up at three in the morning just for food?

Lancelot blinked at you, his expression slightly confused at first. But then his eyes seemed to register what you'd said. A sleepy smile tugged at his lips. “Well, I guess that’s a good reason to get up.” He yawned widely, his voice rough from sleep, but it held a playful note. “What do you want me to make you? A midnight feast?”

You laughed, the sound soft and warm in the stillness. “Anything, really. Whatever you can whip up… just nothing too complicated.”

Lancelot rubbed his eyes, still half in a dreamlike state, but the thought of making something for you seemed to ignite a spark of energy in him. “Alright, alright… I’ll make you something delicious. You just wait.”

You watched as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, looking like a half-awake mess, his clothes wrinkled from sleep. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight—he might have been a prince and a knight, but he certainly didn't look the part at that moment. He gave you an exaggerated bow, swaying slightly, before he shuffled towards the kitchen.

The sound of his footsteps echoed faintly through the hall as you followed after him. All was quiet, the only noise being your soft breathing and the occasional rustling of Lancelot’s movements. When you reached the kitchen, you found him standing there, already staring at the shelves, clearly unsure of what to do. He let out a dramatic sigh, as if the weight of the world had just fallen onto his shoulders.

“I have no idea what to cook,” he muttered, scratching his head, his blonde hair sticking out in odd directions. “Do you want eggs? Or maybe… noodles? Or just toast?”

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms and trying to stifle your laughter. “Anything works, Lance. Honestly, I’m not picky.”

He glanced back at you, his eyes still clouded with sleep but filled with determination. “Okay, eggs it is. I’m a master at eggs.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re a master of eggs?”

He nodded seriously, though the drowsiness in his voice made it sound more like a joke. “I can make them any way you want. Scrambled, fried, boiled… I even know how to make an omelet.”

“Well, an omelet sounds great,” you said, grinning now. “If you’re really up for it.”

He flashed you a smile, still not quite fully awake, but the gesture was warm and sincere. “Leave it to me.”

What followed was an utterly chaotic attempt at breakfast in the middle of the night.

Lancelot pulled out a frying pan, his movements sluggish but oddly graceful for someone so sleep-deprived. He cracked the first egg with a flourish—only for the shell to break into several pieces and tumble into the pan along with the egg. He blinked at it in confusion, staring at the mess as if trying to figure out what went wrong.

“Oops,” he said, sheepishly glancing at you. “That’s… not how I imagined it would go.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Well, that’s okay. Just… maybe a bit less dramatic next time?”

He grinned and gave you a thumbs up, clearly more amused than frustrated. “Got it, got it. No big deal.”

He cracked another egg, this time more carefully, and you thought things might finally be going smoothly. But then, in his exhaustion, he managed to knock over a bottle of olive oil, sending a generous amount pouring onto the stovetop and sizzling violently.

“Lance!” you exclaimed, scrambling forward.

“I swear this didn’t happen last time…” He sounded more bewildered than anything as he grabbed a cloth to wipe up the mess.

The smell of burning oil soon filled the room, and you exchanged a glance. “Are you sure you know how to cook eggs?”

Lancelot froze for a moment, staring at the pan where the egg, now more of a burnt mess than an omelet, was beginning to curl up at the edges. He sighed dramatically. “I swear I’ve cooked for myself before… I can’t explain what’s happening tonight.”

You bit your lip to stop from laughing again, your heart swelling at how adorable and endearing he was, even in the midst of his sleepy culinary disaster. “Maybe I can help,” you suggested.

“No,” he said quickly, a mock-serious tone in his voice. “I’ve got this. I’m the one who woke up for this.”

With a deep breath, Lancelot picked up the spatula, attempting to salvage the omelet, only to have it fall apart in the pan. What he ended up with was more of a scrambled mess, not quite what either of you had envisioned.

“Here.” He placed the plate in front of you with an exaggerated flourish, though you could tell he was trying not to laugh at his own failure.

You looked at the food in front of you: slightly burnt, disheveled, but still warm. The attempt was all that mattered. You picked up your fork and tasted a bite, a mix of egg and charred edges. It wasn’t perfect, not by any means, but there was something heartwarming about it.

“It’s good,” you said, smiling up at him. “Really. Thank you.”

Lancelot blinked at you in surprise, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. “You really think so?”

Even despite the attempt at making something he put a lot of effort into, even being half-asleep, which you admit was your fault; still, it was the quiet thoughtfulness that made your heart swell.

You nodded. “It’s perfect because you made it.”

He let out a soft laugh, his face flushing slightly at your compliment. “I don’t know about perfect, but… I’m glad you liked it.”

You reached out, gently taking his hand in yours. The warmth from his skin, his exhaustion, and the simple act of being together at this odd hour made everything feel right. “Even when everything goes wrong, it’s still good if we’re together.”

Lancelot sighs, nodding his head as walked from where he stood. He didn't necessarily have to energy to refute what you said.

With a sleepy smile, he sat down beside you, pulling you into his side as you both shared the warm, imperfect meal.

[ep2nd]

@remy-a

Today's topic- the change in animation in LMK

I know like the majority of the Fandom has probably been sent to the ER after season 5 animation (or the emotion couldn't tell) but I think someone said that the animation slightly changed from like the Pilot to s 1-3, somewhere there, so like 3 different animation at this point, maybe??

Alright here's my thoughts

AGGAGAGAGGGGHHHHHHHH

Okay for real this time-

When I first watched LMK, I fell IN LOVE with the fluid motions, the active movement, the anime-style Influence, the exaggeration, the most random fun moments, pop ups, yse of environment, angles, camera movement, facial and body expression and other stuff I don't know the name of

Now as someone who's never watched Anime, please don't kill me, I don't exactly know what that looks like, but try going anywhere on the internet without tripping down the stairs and falling into the basement of ANIME

Also, I'm used to more rigid, beautiful backrounds, great lighting, or basic show animation. Such as Trollhunters, Amphibia, The Owl House, Big City Greens, Ninjago, How to Train your Dragon, Carmen Sandiego and others

So as you can see, this was new to me, and I fricken loved it

Now I can tell there definitely has been change from the Pilot to season 4, more refined, less sloppy

So, when season 5-

Oh dear, I love you Wild Brain, I really do, Ninjago and Carmen Sandiego WERE BEAUTIFUL

BUT AHHHHHH

I will say this, this is a new artstyle, they need practice, and I'm sure it'll improve, but this is not that time it's time to CRITISIZE GET THE RED PEN (maybe I am an English Teacher)

Remember what I said about what I love about LMK animation? Okay now throw it out the window into the Fire of FRICK THIS

Now I will say, they used some angles pretty well, such as using the environment to show emotion/tension, like when it would Pam out and something was blocking the two characters, from Wukong to Macaque to the poll in the Pagado and then a mountain between MK and Wukong near the end- look for its cool- someone pointed it out here on Tumblr can't remember name sorry

2nd, the expressions look really typical, like I miss the shot eyebrow from Wukong, or the the pathetic puppy eyes of MK, or the :3 for Mei, or the furious faces of Pigsy, the sparkly pure joy of Sandy, the chaotic gremlinness of MO, the evil Edit maker smiles of Macaque (I've seen your tiktoks) ALL THE LITTLE EXTRA THAT MADE THE EXPRESSIONS AND HUMOR/TENSION/EMOTION BETTER

3rd, the movements. Seen especially in the second episode when they escape. It's just, so basic running, like compare them running to MK's run in s2 running from the LBD and then when he ran in s4 away from the Ink scroll. Just so much more fear and dread. Also talking bout LBD, her voice actor? Phenomenal as always? Her movements and how they animate her? She seems more like a red headed doll with button eyes than the horror of something like FNAF(haven't played FNAF so can't really compare) what I'm saying is she seemed less huanting, a weary, fear-instilling, and bone-chilling(shut up let me pun) presence this time around, which really makes the scene less dramatic, but the camera angles, voice acting, and some animation still make it somewhat good.

Okay, this post is getting long and I can rant all day, and that's not even with me rewatching the show to pick it apart, someone probably already has good for them I'll look for it👍

In conclusion, comes of more dull, simple, rough, and rushed. S5 story, which has some problems, really hit deep in the last few episodes, mostly MK and Wukong, and if the studio beforehand continued animating, then I think it would have been a masterpiece, really sad to see the wasted potential

I know it's a new studio, but I wish they took more time to practice and learn, and maybe do it on a season that wasn't like the big reveal and end (I'd say a more happy season but let's be honest the Trauma train ain't stopping for a LONG TIME)

so, I guess I'll give it a 4/10, points for using the backround to storytell, still got some great angles, some funny bits here and there (the soldiers where a joy), action scenes were somewhat good, not a lot can't judge more, and pity points because I know they're still learning