#you are not immune to pretty woman 😭

[grimm-writings]

Can I please request a namari x shy female dwarf reader.

The reader is shy but admirers namari from afar ( especially her muscles😍). And namari likes to make her flustered. caging her against the wall, flexing her muscles.

(THERE ARE NO NAMARI X READERS ANYWHERE 😭😢🥺 SHE NEEDS LOVE TOO!)

sweet thing

…ft! namari x fem! reader

…tags! fluff, headcanon format, reader is a dwarf

…wc! 1150

…notes! namari my darling my dearest!!!!!!!! my biggest flex is that her english va clocked me being extremely normal on main for their performance of her 😶 . twice . 

Is anyone immune to Namari let’s be real here.

She may not have the most stellar reputation because of her father, but that doesn’t stop her from thriving where she can.  Under Mr. Tansu’s employ, she’s been making a better name for herself!

Namari knows what she wants in a partner but she falls apart in actually trying to communicate that.  She can be rather shy herself!

When it comes to you, though, she’s determined to make you see that she’s serious about you.  Your anxiety overwrites her own!

…That doesn’t mean she won’t go to Kiki and Kaka and ask for advice on how to woo you.  She still is pretty shoddy at that.

Honestly, you were mortified when Namari suddenly approached you one day and started talking to you as if you were any other buddy she hung out with.  You hardly speak.

Sure, she’s noticed you staring at her from across the bar, and you tend to be somewhere around the corner when she’s in public, but honestly she couldn’t be mad at it!

How can she, when every time she shoots a big grin at you, you immediately flush red and hide your face from her?!  You’re just adorable!

Namari asking you out is her avoiding eye contact as she tries to ‘casually’ ask you if you want to get some dinner together.  Once you’re out of earshot, she’s pumping her fist and celebrating to herself.  She scored a cutie like you!

“So, see you tonight?” Namari cocks her head to the side as she smiles at you.  Trying to play it cool is tough.  She has no idea how others do it without exploding on the inside. Your smile is enough to make the butterflies in her stomach fly more freely.  “I… yeah, tonight!”  You nod and grin, turning on your heel to walk away. Once you’re a number of steps away, you stop as the sound of whooping and cheering fills the air just when select conversations die down in volume.  Loud and clear, you hear Namari celebrate asking you out. You turn to her, eyes bulging in embarrassment, and Namari mirrors your expression. She tries to brush it off as soon as possible by sending you a thumbs up.  “S-Sorry!  Just real excited!” You can’t help but giggle.  Who knew she’d be such a funny person too.  “As am I!”  You call back before returning on your way with a dumbstruck grin.  “As am I…”

Once you’re officially an item, Namari is a super loving partner!  She has her boundaries – such as no PDA around her employers – but when you’re in private this dwarf is all over you.

She gets over the sheepish, unsure wall she previously found it difficult to pass through the more comfortable she gets around you.

Yep, this woman loves to tease.  She’ll pick up on things she couldn’t before now that she has the knowledge you’re attracted to her.  Oh, you were staring at her so often because you like her muscles?  Aw, how cute?  Wanna touch?

Take all the time you need to stare as she pushes you up against the wall with a grin.

She’s still pretty easy to fluster herself if you know what to do though.

(LEGS.  USE YOUR LEGS, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.)

Her favourite nicknames to use for you are “my girl” and “sweet thing”.  Your hers, and you’re awfully sweet to boot!

Namari opens her arms wide for you as you run into her embrace.  Her hugs are always the tightest, warmest.  If she weren’t so gentle with you she would have noogied you by now. Instead, she instead wraps her arms around your waist and picks you up.  You squeak and cling onto Namari’s shoulders as she swings and twirls you around in a circle and then places you down on your feet again. Your giggles are always so musical to the other dwarf’s ears.  It’s great to be home. “So,” she releases a breath of laughter with you, “how’s my girl been doing while I was away?”

Since dwarves probably grow body hair pretty frequently, Namari and yourself probably take a lot of days to have self care days!

(I am whispering directly in your ear, reader.  Shave your legs in front of her.  Do that and she’ll be sent to another dimension and the higher ground will be yours.)

If you’re too shy to be too personal with her, Namari understands, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try and help you out of your comfort zone with baby steps.  She’s super encouraging that way!

…Though if you’re like me and prefer a woman with some body hair then you better let her know before these self care days!  There’s some motivation for ya.

She’s so endlessly proud of you if you do end up standing up for yourself.

But depending on what you do…

Namari is quite privy to how people tend to talk about her at this point.  Even from across the tavern she can sense the sneering and gossipy whispers of a group in a booth further away. You worriedly glance at the group and then back at Namari.  “Aren’t you going to do anything?” “No point,” Namari sighs with a shrug.  “I’m used to it.” She goes to take another bit of her drink.  You ball your fists together.  She shouldn’t be. Namari stutters in confusion at you when you push the barstool out and hop off, marching over to the group.  She’s so surprised she couldn’t take the chance to stop you. “Do you have anything better to do?”  You ask the group.  They stop to stare at you.  Namari is sure that you’re about to stutter and shy away from the glares you’re being given, but you don’t. One of the people speaks up, “what, like you aren’t hanging around her?  Drinking an’ hardly speaking with anyone else!” “Namari spent all day in the dungeon actually making a living for herself.  She deserves a break.”  You remain steadfast, crossing your arms.  Even if you’re smaller than a lot of other races, you still use your bigger proportions to your advantage.  “And you’re here just day drinking?  I don’t see any spoils, armour or weapons under your table…  Goodness, what might your families say?” You soon return to Namari’s side to leave the assholes to ruminate in guilt.  Your girlfriend’s mouth is in an ‘O’ shape as she keeps her eyes on you.  You glance up at her, your shyness returning.  “W-Was that too much?” “Too much?”  Namari repeats.  “Sweetie, that was the most badass thing I’ve ever seen!” “H-Huh?”  There you go, flushing red again. Namari takes your hands in her own, squeezing them.  “Whaddya know, you ended up being my hero today!” The grin she gives you is the happiest you’ve ever seen her.  She really loves you, you know?

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Live Arcane Reaction; Act 3:

Ep 7: Thank god the killmonger cut only exist in the hell dimension- don’t let them give you a fuck ass cut Ekko.

Powder my princess- IS THAT VANDER’S FINE ASS

OH MY GOD MILO CLAGGOR!!!

Jayce my princess I never doubted you. I knew the Hexcore fucked you up girl🫶🏾

Goddammit every frame in this show is a painting

VI MY POOKIE BEAR WHY

There is something so heartbreaking about the Bridge of Progress being used as an actual progression between the two cities. An olive branch. What could have been.

Jayce istg they do not want you to be happy-

BRO HE JUST WANTED TO PLAY WITH SOME MAGIC-

“Viktor is the mage” theory you might just have merit

Arcane artists I will see you in HELL for that Viktor/Jayce parallel of them literally building themselves up, morphing their damaged bodies to move forward.

Ekko and Jinx girls enjoy your SCRAPS-

WHAT WE COULD OF BEEN GODDAMMIT! FUCK!!!!!

Actual fucking tears in my eyes- FUCK THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO CUTE- also the hard cut to Jayce and the Hexcore glitching like TV glitches as the universe breaks down.

MY BOY JUST WANYES TO PLAY IN SOME MAGIC!

Thank god he didn’t die in that universe too I would have crashed out Powder deserves to be- SHE KEPT THE CRYSTAL!?

Ep 8: oh thank god my Pookies is alive- IS ANYTHING SACRED- why the fit kinda eat tho….

I need everyone to understand I was SO happy about Mel being alive that I barely understood anything those mages said. I was just happy my babygirl is alive. GOD THAT MAKES THE FLOWER IMAGERY IN THE OPENING MUCH BETTER.

I just remembered Isha is dead... FUCK HIEMERDINGER DIED TOO 😭

Nooo Vander- NO VIKTOR- nice to know I am not immune to indoctrination.

Huck cannot catch a break omfg

LORIS MY BELOVED 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Hi traitor- omg Cait cute hairstyle

The divorce is not going well for these two.

Jayce and Mel have not seen each other for god knows how long- DONT FUCKING YELL AT HER JUST CAUSE YOUR SITUATIONSHIP WENT SOUTH!

The throuple is back together and it’s TOXICCCC

I would just like to point out that when Viktor said this all started with Jayce, the parallels between Jayce and Ekko is still going. Like I could on for pages about these two at this point.

Fuck they made this Yaoi TOXIC-

FUCK THEY MADE THIS MAGIC TOXIC- is it wrong still stand by Viktor. Like I know he’s wrong but he’s so fine. Jayce and Viktor’s parallels, Jayce and Ekko- lord.

FUCKING FINALLY THE SISTERS ARE- well shit

Jayce and Mel, I never doubted this ship. I never doubted this relationship. I thought they were good for each, the rest of the world is just full of haters.

Sevika thank god they dumb bitches get on my nerves, I need someone with a functioning brain cell to lead us to salvation.

I’m gonna be on my fucking deathbed talking about the Zaunites joining Piltover to fight a battle they done have to, to save their homes- to make Progress.

Vi, it’s okay- OH MY GOD

Istg this show cannot- I’m- Ambessa my love I’m still reeling from the gays, give me a moment. VANDER MY LOVE NOOO! SINGED I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!

Oh fuck- we’re in it now

Ep 9:

EKKO THANK GOD- most stressful 3 mins of my life.

Honestly I don’t trust these dumb bitches at all. Jayce and Vi are like 2 for 2 on losing fights. Ekko save us Ekko. I had hope on Sevika but her leaving is so real. She has been let down by these people so many times- GERT NOOOOO

LORIS NOOOOOO

Thank god fish guy made it

Ambessa rises from the ashes like a demon- I KNEW IT I KNEW THAT BITCH WAS A TRAITOR!

GOD IS A WOMAN AND HER NAME IS MEL MEDARDA!!!

YEA JINX! SEVIKA IM SORRY I DOUBTED YOU QUEEN NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR!

There is something so special to me about piano boy being the one to make the shot. Like the smallest thing can make a difference, anyone can rise to the occasion.

Of course Ambessa is one step ahead

I have issues, I still think Viktor is so hot rn.

I know my girls are getting their asses beat rn but let’s appreciate they let the girls get down and dirty in a fight. No pretty fighting- my bitches scrap-

Bow your heads. We lost THE bad bitch today.

Omfg there’s still like 20 mins left

I should have known this plan was gonna go to shit the minute Jayce and Vi sat next to each other.

Praying for the salvation for my girl, Sevika I promised not to- FUCK

Ekko please save these idiots- SAVE US EKKO.

Jayce understanding that he was the soldier in the ash like yeah dummy- DID IT CLICK YET- Please let Viktor be the mage, I will not let this theory die.

Fuck I wanna side against Viktor but he looks gorgeous in the Arcane.

Oop Jayvik nation rise.

EKKO THANK GOD THATS MY BOY SAVIOR

HE WAS THE MAGE THE WHOLE TIME-

I’m actually in tears this isn’t a bit, like I’m actually crying

Viktor I never doubted you, I never forsaken you, I never hated you, I never turned against you, I never thought less of you. He could have actually succeeded and I would have stood by him.

Oh damn Jayvik nation rise for real, I was just joking the first time-

JINX I NEVER DOUBT- FUCK

This show is so beautiful, every scene a painting. Mel in all noxian gear while still wearing her purple eyeshadow, a mix of her roots but also the promise to move forwards and look ahead.

Yall im so fucking stressed and there’s only 3 minutes left.

No one talk to me for the next few days- I’m going through some shit okay-

[midnight-black2]

Hiiii! I'd like to request Prompt 11 for Jann 🫣. Idk something probably after winning Le Mans; being all famous and stuff. Meeting reader on a neutral place like a snack bar or smthn. LMAO. Jann absolutely falling head over heels because reader is cute and nice and doesn't know him 😭😭😭😭

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : genuinely just what the req says

disclaimers : honestly none, just some nice fluff which is not common for this blog lol

note : sorry this oneshot got delayed so much ! also i did not see that you put *snack* bar, and wrote it for an actual real alcohol bar instead, im so sorry lol. anyways, hope you like it regardless !

there was only one place jann could go to get away from everything. away from all the noise, people, and fans. don't get me wrong, he loved everyone who looked up to and supported him. however, there was a point where it all became too much.

the bar. the little one not too far from where he lived. the little hole-in-the-wall, quiet bar. there weren't many people that went there, and most of them were typically too drunk to even notice jann. either that, or they simply just didn't know who he was, which was refreshing. he didn't even go to drink, it was just that most of the time he needed a way out.

so that's where he found himself, walking through the door of the beloved bar. the owner greeted him. jann had been there so many times, that all of the staff knew who he was. jann waved, before taking a seat on a stool near the counter.

"hey, jann," noah, the bartender spoke.

"hi noah," jann said back. "slow night?"

"yep. its a good thing for me, though," noah replied. the two shared a small laugh. there was a moment of pure silence apart from the soft music playing in the background, before jann spotted in his peripheral a woman--you-- sitting and enjoying a drink. you were pretty, and it was odd to jann that you were sitting alone.

you glanced over, and met eyes with him. he almost immediately looked away, not wanting to seem weird, and also not wanting to draw attention to himself. you smiled softly. he seemed around your age, and he was cute. small tamed curls, caramel skin, dark brown doe eyes.

"hi there," you greeted, eyes scanning his body. he was tall, too. really the full package. his eyes darted back over to you, widening slightly at the fact that you had actually spoken to him.

"oh h-hi," he stuttered, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. he wasn't, a beautiful woman was sitting right next to him and did just say hi.

"here all alone?" you questioned, tilting your head to the side slightly. he cleared his throat, in a fruitless attempt gather himself, and some confidence.

"uh, yeah. how about you?"

"yeah, same. i come here for the quiet, and a good drink," you said with a soft smile. "would you like some company?" he grinned slightly, and nodded.

"yeah that would be...that would be really nice actually," he replied, looking down at his hands. you moved to the seat beside him, before taking a sip of your drink.

"so, what's your name?" you asked. he was a bit surprised, not entirely, though. you didn't seem drunk, so he hadn't expected you to disregard him. however, it seems most people at this bar were immune to the news or something because he could finally be a normal civilian here, without anyone knowing who he was.

"jann. yours?"

"Y/N," you responded, reaching out a hand for him to shake, and he happily did so.

"so, what brings you here, since you seemingly don't want to drink," you ask, taking another sip of your drink.

"oh uhm, i come here because it isn't so busy, or loud. i come to get away for a bit, you know?" he explains. you nod.

"i do know. i love this place. it's like the only spot where i can breathe," you said back, smiling. jann noticed you had nearly finished your glass.

"would you let me buy you another?" he queried, nervously.

"another drink? no no no, i couldn't possibly. this was expensive, i'd feel so bad."

"it's not a problem, really." and before you could protest again, he had already ordered another from the bartender.

"you're sweet, jann," you started, and he softly smiled at the compliment. "i like you."

"t-thanks. i...i like you too," he said back, fingers fidgeting a bit.

"so, what do you do?" you asked. he grew even more anxious that you'd find out who he was, and it would ruin this all.

"well uhm, i'm a race car driver..."

"what? like, actually? like you're not screwing with me?" you asked, unbelieving. he chuckled, and shook his head no.

"nope, not screwing with you, i really am, promise. sounds weird, right?"

"no, not at all. i totally meet race car drivers all the time at random bars. it's my typical friday evening." he laughed.

"well, what do you do?" he asked. you explained your job, with this sort of passion. he could tell you did what you loved, which made him fall even more for you. you had this glint in your eyes, and this huge smile on your face. he had never seen someone so beautiful.

"w-wow," he said, after you had finished speaking. you tittered.

"yeah, it's not quite race car driving, but it's what i love."

"no that's amazing. it really is," he replied.

"you're too flattering."

"well i...i think you deserve it," he said, and your smile widened. you gazed at jann, admiring him. he was so kind, and he had even gone out of his way to spend money on you. he was adorable, at the very least.

"thank you," you finally said, keeping your eyes on him. he swallowed.

"you're welcome." time had passed as you two were simply chatting about anything and everything. it was nearly eleven pm before you had decided to call it quits. jann was partially disappointed, but he didn't want to hold you captive or anything. he noticed you pull a pen from your purse, and write something on a napkin.

"call me sometime," you had said, before exiting the bar. on the napkin was written your number, with a heart next to it. he felt his heart flutter with excitement.

turns out the quiet little bar down the street had another pro, too; a kind, pretty lady named Y/N that spends some time there.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[ravangie]

Your AU has done what only the best can and that is made me appreciate the original art in a different light.

Because normally in Shrek I don't understand Charming at ALL. He's loud, entitled, obnoxious, and just a generally a very unpleasant person. I can't see him as anything but a villain, at best a pretty face for someone worse to hide behind.

But Princess Charming turns it from "ugh why the hell is everyone so enamored with this guy?" to "I am not immune to propaganda" and I think I get it now

Thank you so much omg!!!!! 😭😭😭

It is SO REWARDING to hear, you don't even know it!!!

I think the problem here is me, hahah. Even I am not immune to Princess Charming's well... charm.

I, like you, am also very much not of a fan of the original Prince Charming, so when the idea of Princess Charming first came to me, I thought it would just be a funny ha-ha character. Right up until I actually sat down to draw her. She had me ready to risk it all for her after the very first sketch.

After that, I couldn't help myself, but give her an actual story to tell, because I loved her so much and saw greatness in her. I wanted to see the roots of her flaws, see her motivations for her devious acts. And I also wanted to find some positive sides to her. And thus her lore kept expanding until it became what it is today. I gave her a lot of my own struggles (I'm very sorry btw, my baby Charming), explained some things through my own experiences. She's very much her own alive and complex woman today.

I think my biggest accomplishment with her - apart from making literally everyone fall in love with her - is giving her an actual character arc. It starts in Shrek 2, where her backstory and behavior is being presented and partly explained. But then it continues into Shrek The Third where she gets to find her own purpose outside of the inflicted by her mom and society one, fight her demons and go through personal growth and transformation. Love that for her 💖

Don't get me wrong, she's still spoiled and arrogant and whatnot, but in a more nuanced way. She's not being herself or making decisions out of nowhere. All of her actions have places from which they come.

Welp. I really am not sure how all of the above translates into art, but somehow I managed to put the love that I feel into this little drawn woman from my nogging.

I love her very much 🥺🤲💖

[ryctone]

Forget the updated ref, my girl needed an ENTIRE glow up 😭😭😭

Praline Cookie, finally!!! She's my first Cookie Run OC ever along with Hibiscus and I care her very much, now with a design I'm more happy with ❤️.

Her color palette looks familiar now tho... Mmmmh...

...

ANYWAYS-

Here are some facts, her lore remains mostly the same nowadays but just wanted to share;

She is part of a noble family that are secretly monster hunters called the Praline Order; her father named her after the Order.

Used to have a crush on Raspberry Mousse Cookie when young, but this one rejected her when she finally got the courage to confess to him. They are still friends however and both their Houses have a strong alliance.

Oh, she resides in the Hollyberry Kingdom.

Unlike what you may believe, she is in friendly terms with Rose Cookie.

Her weapons are called the Choco Crimson Daggers.

Since her father is the head of the Order, she is expected to take his place when the time is right... And that time will only come when she manages to capture and kill a certain siren.

Sachertorte Cookie is her mom but she and her father divorced when she was little, she still visits though.

Chocolate Bonbon Cookie is her aunt, and Praline considers her more of a mom than Sachertorte.

She actually cried the first time she had to kill a monster as part of a test her father instructed her to take.

As her noble woman persona, she always denies any suitors that want to marry her at parties.

The moon in her forehead is a birthmark and has nothing to do with Moonlight Cookie... Unless...? /J

Her family pretty much evolved advantages to neutralize almost anything a monster throws their way; thicker skin(dough) for claw attacks, being faster than the average cookie and are even immune to any kind of hypnotizion.

[msnihilist]

What's your reasoning for liking Ben X Eunice? Personally I've always seen them as siblings but I'd love to hear what makes you think of then in that way

You see them as siblings?? Anon, that is WILD considering the way they were making bedroom eyes at each other only five minutes after meeting.

As Kevin puts it:

"Dude. You're drooling."

To be fair, I am also not immune to seeing a gorgeous woman wearing my clothes. I'd have my brain leaking out of my ears 🙏

And the way that Eunice giggles after Ben's stupid ass falls in the water—

I love Gwen's expression here, you can tell that she knows EXACTLY what's going on and isn't enjoying watching this AT ALL. (Gwen, Ben had to be a witness to you keeping Kevin's sweaty handkerchief, you can deal with him and Eunice flirting for a day!)

Gwen and Kevin also refer to Eunice as Ben's girlfriend. Gwen saying, "this was supposed to be the three of us, not the three of us and Ben's new girlfriend," and Kevin jokingly saying, "man, you cannot keep a girlfriend."

Kevin also says, "She's way too good-looking for you," which I think is really funny, lmao.

Their flirtatious banter does a good job of being suitably-awkward for teenagers while also being just really earnest and cute.

"You're awful at flirting."

"Sorry, I'll stop."

"I said it was awful. I didn't say stop."

"Does it bite?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure that bear you were going to fight for me does."

Eunice is just really quick-witted and she does a great job of teasing Ben without being mean. There's just so much fondness oozing from her, it's so soft, I love it. She woke up in the forest with three strangers and knew two things: 1) her name, 2) that she loves this fuckin' dork who gave her his jacket.

"Come here often?"

Ben is literally the worst at flirting, I kind of love it 😭 NOT THE TIME, BEN!

I think it's so sweet that Ben was willing to fight Azmuth for her, too. He's only known Eunice for a day and is already ready to throw hands if someone disrespects her.

He's also quick to comfort her even though he clearly doesn't want Eunice to go. Eunice leaves him with a little parting gift, and Gwen asks:

"What did she give you?"

"Something beautiful."

Ben's answer isn't referring to just the flower, he's talking about their time together. It was brief, but beautiful, and a little part of him fell for her that night even though it was never meant to last.

They're not the craziest relationship ever, I just think there's a lot to like here with these two characters and I don't know why more people don't love Eunice. She's got a surprisingly distinct personality for someone with no memory and only two appearances.

[kuruna]

Doodled a bronze age Xanthos to go with my bronze age AZ from a little ago ^.^ people who hadn't met them before would often mistake Xanthos for being the older brother, and later would mistake Xanthos for being the king 😭

Look here if u wanna see my rambling about them ⬇️

When Xanthos and AZ were kids they often went exploring together... Xanthos was always a bit more reckless than AZ, which unfortunately led to the event that damaged AZ's leg and gave him his limp; he kinda had to shove Xan out of the way so he wouldn't be killed in a rock slide 😭 AZ never blamed Xan for his injuries... but Xan blamed himself. It changed the way he interacted with AZ- he decided that he no longer wished to depend on his brother lest he end up getting hurt again. He started taking on a lot of the roles that you may associate with an older sibling, and he became a lot more independent too... but it was to the point that he struggles to ask for help even now.

(also: Xan became jealous of Floette during this time 💔 when AZ was recovering from his injury she stayed with him pretty much the entire time, and was able to help him in a way Xan couldn't. I'll talk about Xan and Floette's Complicated Sibling Relationship some other time though!)

This also led to Xan becoming Very overprotective and hypervigilant, to the point where he treated AZ as if he was entirely incompetent. That's something dangerous to do with someone as smart as AZ is! It annoyed AZ too, of course. It's part of why he started to ignore Xanthos later on... always acting as if he knew what was best, and not allowing AZ to forge his own path. Even if Xan's demands were reasonable... it was all tainted by his pushiness.

A lot of their problems with one another could've been solved if they'd just talked to each other 😭 unfortunately by the time they actually did it was when they were both So Angry and Frustrated with one another that it just came pouring out in the worst possible way.

A fun fact: Xan got Immortality not while the Ultimate Weapon was in "life-giving" mode but while it was in "destruction" mode, so it affected him a bit differently from how it affected AZ or Floette. He has some health issues, most notably chronic migraines and a weak immune system. Being immortal doesn't stop people from falling ill 💔

You know in "Millennium Actress" where Chiyoko is playing in a film where an old woman tricks her into drinking an elixir of immortality. And when the old woman is asked why she did it she says something like "Because I hate you... more than I can bear! And yet, I love you... more than I can bear!" they're like that 😔

[southparkl4d]

how much of l4d ties into this AU ? i just found out about this blog yesterday & ive already reread everything like 9 times but i had never even heard of l4d before finding this blog 😓 i havent had any trouble so far but in the future if there's more , , , l4d-ness should i be expanding my knowledge ? hope this ask makes sense 😭

pretty much the basic l4d lore such as

special infected - zombies that have certain abilities

charger (attacked craig): larger than normal infected, has one big arm and one tiny one. charges towards survivors and picks them up, slamming them to the ground

spitter (what stan's group saw): a tall undead woman who is capable of spitting acid at survivors, damaging them and possibly scarring the skin

smoker (captured kenny and butters): doesn't typically get near survivors. has a long tongue/intestine that shoots out and wraps itself around its target and pulls it back towards itself. when killed they emit smoke and temporarily blinds survivors

hunter (attacked stan in the animatic and kicked from the elevator doors by kenny in the comic): stealthy, jumps survivors from a distance and keeps them pinned once locked down

jockey (attacked clyde): typically laughs maniacally and nimbly jumps around until it lands on its targets shoulders and rides them like a horse, directing the survivor away from their allies

boomer (exploded on wendy's group in the animatic): flooded with boomer vile, when provoked the boomer vomits on survivors and explodes when killed. the goo attracts a horde of zombies and temporarily blinds survivors

tank (not yet shown): considered as a boss in the l4d game. it's extremely strong but slow and has the ability to lift concrete from the ground and hurl it at survivors, as well as punch them and send them flying

witch (not yet shown): also considered a boss, she remains passive unless she's provoked by lights or loud noises. she's extremely powerful, and when she gets her hands on a survivor she can kill them in one blow with her long rake-like hands/talons

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in the game, there are carriers, regular humans and immune humans, but the lore gets pretty messy around this area

carrier = you have the virus in your system but are asymptomatic, aka doesn't turn into a zombie

immune = your body rejects the virus/you can't be infected

so for this comic im scrapping the carrier concept for simplicity's sake

kenny is the only confirmed immune, although the other characters are currently unaware of this

being immune to the virus depends on the persons gene. if i explain further it'll go super sciency and shit about X and Y chromosomes/recessive genes and i dont feel like typing allthat so i'll drop a link if ur interested LOL

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other than that just ur typical zombie apocalypse stuff 👍

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/754471721589997569/httpswwwtumblrcomyouremyheaven75444648981897?source=share

Gonna go find me a Venusian man. Only they can fix me now. Literally the perfect man for me I think would be a Venusian.

Me lmfao 😂🤭

Manifesting a healthy evolved Venusian man for u bbg, YOU DESERVE IT 🥺✨😩🤌🏻

I know I hype Venusian men up a lot etc but I just want to take this opportunity to say that they're not immune to being flawed.

It's just that I have more patience for a Venusian man's flaws than I do for other planetary types. At the end of the day, it's about what you're willing to put up with 👀

An imbalanced and immature Venusian man will be a womanizer, they have a crazy high libido but they don't enjoy sex for its own sake because of their Venusian nature BUT they will keep chasing that high repeatedly and it WILL corrode them from within.

Sex addicted Venusian men who sleep around always look like they're rotting

Venus naks are predominant in the charts of many many notorious sex offenders 😭😭😭💀 (including Harvey Weinstein 🤡)

Venusian men take their "I wanna spoil my woman" thing a little too far sometimes. It can feel like all they want is a pretty little doll to play dress up with and look at. They'll give you everything but it can feel empty if you're not in the right headspace for it.

Venusian men are very masculine men. If you're not comfortable with a guy with a heightened sense of masculinity, they're not the ones for you. They're kind of traditional in the sense that it hurts their pride immensely if they can't be the guy who protects and provides. If you're someone who is very independent, they're NOT the ones for you.

They'll cashapp you money and ask you to go get your nails done and many women will enjoy that kind of treatment but I can also see how many others will feel like they're being talked down to or something 😖

Venusian men fall for women who are feminine, a bit trad yet still freaky (the whole lady in the streets but stripper under the sheets bit was written by a Venusian man for sure) and they expect you to be that way always. This can be exhausting for anyone who isn't naturally inclined to be like that. All they want is for you to be pretty and be submissive enough to make them feel like a man 🫣so if you just run your life by yourself and act like you don't "need" him, you'll end up hurting his feelings.

The key is to never need anything from any man but to make him feel like you do 😈

They really really enjoy showing off their partner like she were a trophy. They take pride in being with their woman. But if you feel uncomfortable being a little bit objectified then Venusian men are not for you 🚫 they very much think of their woman as a status symbol and take immense pride in bagging beautiful women so 😬😬he may speak of you like a conquest at times

If you have a low libido, stay away from Venusian men bc they have to bang all the time 😩😩

Also they can be very cheesy and cringey. Their displays of affection can be very over the top at the most unwarranted of occasions.

I know that sounds like a good thing but bbg it gets tiring after a while cause it can feel performative and it is but Venusians just are performative by nature. They LOVE putting on a show.

If you can't stand a man being lowkey deranged and highly obsessed, texting you 24/7 and remembering every random detail (can feel stalker-y or like your space/privacy is being invaded) then Venus is not the way to go. They'll drool all over you and sing praises to you 24/7 to such an extent that you'll just be like "ok give it a rest king I've had my fill" lmao

If you're insecure about being complimented then a Venus man will be hell bc all they do is compliment their lady. I know some people think others complimenting you is fake etc and are disgusted by it but yeah you'll get the ick from Venus men that way 😬😬

Honestly Venus attracting Venus makes sense bc only a Venusian women could put up with all this and not feel exhausted and even enjoy it. Obviously everyone's a mix of influences and you absolutely can find a Venus man even without being Venusian but you should have a lot of Yin to be naturally receptive to their giving energy

[sadboytournament]

ROUND ONE

Propaganda

Adriane Tepes/Alucard: Bro's mom got murdered and his dad went insane and tried to wipe out humanity, and Adrian had to kill him to save everyone. AND THEN he had to deal with people trying to revive his dad to cause even more deaths! Also he's immortal so he's outlived everyone he's ever cared about 😭

Jason Todd: (tw: sexual assault mention) the second robin, gets taken in by bruce after his abusive dad walks out and his mum dies of an overdose (and he also steals the wheels of the batmobile, king). bruce trains him to be robin and for his original run he was a pretty cute kid (with the occasional Angst Arcs that are pretty common w robin - special shoutout to jason finding out his dad was actually killed by two face and he just didnt know, and an arc where a woman that reminds him of his mum gets raped by a guy that iirc has diplomatic immunity i think?? or enough power to get away with it? anyway jason fucking kills him so not that immune ig) then death in the family happened and jason found out his mum isnt his biological mum so he sets off trying to find his bio mum, and eventually he meets her, but shes working for the joker and sells jason out to him. the joker then proceeds to beat jason with a crowbar and blows the building hes in up with his mum also inside it, killing them both. dc then does a fun thing for the next 20 years where they start treating jason like the '"""troubled""" """angry""" robin who was too reckless and was always going to end up dead. eventually dc brings jason back (as dc is wont to do), by having him wake up inside his coffin years after dying, dig his way out with his bare hands, and walk half-dead in the general direction of wayne manor until he's hit by a car and taken to the hospital (where all his says is 'bruce' over and over, and when asked who bruce is he responds 'my dad' and passes out) eventually he ends up in talia al ghul's care and is dunked in a lazarus pit to revive him completely, and he finds out not only is the joker still alive, but batmans also replaced him as robin. jason returns to gotham as red hood and has an honestly pretty slay arc where he taunts bruce by doing a better job of cleaning up gotham than him ngl. eventually it all culminates with him luring batman to a building where hes keeping the joker and telling b that his no kill rule is bullshit, and he shouldve killed the joker for taking jason away from him. he gives bruce an ultimatum thats basically if you dont kill me ill kill the joker, you gotta pick' and bruce chooses to instead disarm jason and save them both, and jason escapes. what follows is a lot of ups and downs for red hood comics (mostly due to the "angry robin" narrative dc writers have spun, making a lot of jasons appearances wildly ooc fights, lots of weird (tragically in character) cringefail behaviour, and this odd period where hes a natural redhead and his helmet is this ugly dome). itd be too long to list every jason todd sadboy moment from the last 20 years here but i do want to give a special shoutout to a currect story arc where bruce (who thinks hes being controlled by a 'perfect batman' hes got in his head) gets sick of jason's """reckless behaviour""" and fucking alters jasons brain chemistry so that whenever his adrenaline rises, he'll have a panic attack so severe hes basically incapacitated and can barely speak through his fear (the instant he escapes bruce's captivity he jumps into a burning building to save a little girl im SOFT for him!!). also second special shoutout to the jason todd in the arkham games who didnt even have the luxury of dying at the jokers hand, and was instead tortured for like 3 years, branded, beaten by p much everyone in batmans rogues gallery (and some of jokers goons dressed as batman), eventually jason breaks himself out only to find out that NOT ONLY has bruce replaced him, but it took the man like. a month. like jason wouldnt be thought dead for a long time, he was missing and bruce just went 'ill let this new kid adopt himself' ig? also theres a vr game in the arkham series where you can go into arkham asylum and hear jason screaming 🙃

[hime-bee]

(since i know you also have a mega breeding kink, here's some arknights men who i think would have breeding kinks large enough to fucking repopulate the entirety of terra,,)

silverash (wow how original) has such a massive breeding kink that it's not even funny. and he's entirely unashamed about it, huskily cooing at how lovely and adorable you'd be with your tummy all swollen, even when he's balls deep in you and pushing you well into your nth orgasm. each drag of his cock along your walls serves a purpose, acting as a way to remind you that he's the only one who'll ever be able to see you come undone, as well as the only one who can possibly knock you up. and with each load he fucks into you, soothing away your broken sobs from the overstimulation, he's getting pretty successful.

it wasn't młynar's intention to get hooked on the very risky thrill of knocking someone up, much less a woman much younger than him. but the way your cunt hungrily swallows up his dick aaallll the way down to the base and the loud moans you make when the tip keeps bullying its way against your cervix leaves him little room to deny the fact that he gets off on the risk. and, well, the fact that you keep trapping him in leglocks and forcing him to spill everything inside is also a factor. (also did you know that horse pp actually flares during mating to ensure the semen stays inside and the chances of the mare popping out a baby are increased?? hope that fact stays with you the next time you think of the honse uncle >:3c)

despite his well-disciplined and down-to-earth personality, even chong yue isn't immune to the thought of encasing your much smaller body underneath his and filling your pussy with his seed until it takes. plus, given his draconic roots, being endowed with two wonderfully sized lengths gives him all sorts of advantages, especially when you're babbling nonsense as he stretches you wider than you ever thought possible. doesn't really help that ling and nian are eager to become aunties, pestering their dearest brother and you at every opportunity they can get.

lee was nowhere near lowkey when it came to his breeding kink, and he's made it nothing short of becoming your problem. gifted with a lung's hemipenes and kept tucked safely within a cozy little vent, he takes every opportunity to fill you to the brim with the promise of making you into a mother. and of course, he played the 'senior citizen' card the first few times he refused to pull out, claiming that he's getting too old to remember (lies) or asking you to "go easy on this old man~" (lies 2x) but can you really blame him? it's not every day he gets lucky with someone as cute and eye-catching as you. plus, those kiddos of his certainly wouldn't mind another addition to their little group.

that charming smile of his did absolutely nothing to prepare you for the depravity that tequila hid behind it. having practically sweet-talked his way into your bed, tequila made short work of ensuring that you'd never look at another man but him. his need to knock you up stemmed from his canine instincts and his need to monopolize you, because all those stewing emotions he's kept buried certainly aren't doing his mentality any good. not that he'd care, especially when he's sunken his teeth into your shoulder as he unceremoniously pushes his knot into you with a lewd pop! and starts filling your pussy to the brim with plenty of his release until it finally takes.

(hope you enjoyed some lil thirsts for these goobers, bc i want all of them to mating press the shit outta me mostly młynar. i would've have added more but its like 4 am as im writing and im very eepy. but hopefully this made ur brain go brrrrrr ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭)

Lati, you didn't have to call me out like that-- 😭😭 You're 100% right tho, I really do and I'm so predictable LMAO

Which is prolly why most of the guys you listed, I've either written, or have a draft planned for 😭 (RIP to my Lee and Tequila fics that haven't seen the light of day smdh). ANYWAY. Continue to cook, chef!! 😩💦💦💦 I wonder what kinda situation the Doctor would have on their hands if more than two Operators were trying to breed em 🤔 Personally, I think they should take turns trying-

(Also, God bless you for providing me and my followers with these scrumptious little meals, it's so nice reading these from you, Lati 😭💞 Especially when all I can really do is read rn-) AND I WILL BE SAVING THESE TOO LOL

[vodika-vibes]

The clones when you call them pretty: you just like me for my looks and genetic superiority 😫😢🙄 (drama queens)

Me: yes that’s exactly correct congratulations you found the point. Look around you! Every other man around here is a 5 at most and a 0 in personality. Let alone have the skills and emotional capacity they do. And hey, evolution has finely tuned my feminine sense to select a mate with the best immune system so congratulations you passed the test for perfect man👍😭🤣

Lol, they can't help it. They're dramatic by nature, they have to be to be able to keep up with the Jedi.

Also, they pass the test for the perfect man, or woman, because Sister exists and she's amazing and I love her.

She could shoot me and I'd thank her and tell her I probably deserved it.

[lynne-monstr]

hello! I'm the anon who's stopping by, I hope you're having a nice weekend! things over here are a little better. well the situation hasn't changed much but I'm slowly coming to terms with it, which is all I can ask for. and a few weeks ago we had some lovely, almost summer-like weather, which was super nice!! unfortunately this week it has been snowing (absolutely insane to me that it's snowing in mid April, as someone who has always lived in warm places until now) 😭 I was looking forward to finally wearing spring/summer clothes, but back to scarves and gloves it is. I hope the weather is nicer where you are!!

I've started watching leverage for the first time, which I wanted to let you know since I'm pretty sure I first heard of it years ago on your blog. I'm loving it so far!! I finished season 2 yesterday, and I'm excited to see where season 3 picks up considering how s2 ended! and I've really grown attached to all the characters! I love them all but Parker and Eliot are my favourites <3 Parker is just so delightful and relatable, and Eliot.... well let's just say I'm not immune to a character whose purpose is basically to defend and protect his family, to the point of self-sacrifice if needed. that always gets me. how about you, who's your favourite(s)?

I hope things continue to look up, as always I'm sending you lots of good vibes!! have a nice rest of the weekend!!

hi anon, nice to see you again! i had a nice, relaxing weekend where i took some classes at the gym, read a lot of fic, and didn't do much else! we keep getting teased with nice weather and then it immediately gets chilly again. but no snow over here thankfully! snow in springtime should be illegal lol. i got a really cute denim jacket for spring and i still can't wear it, but hopefully that will change soon!

i can totally relate to "it's not getting better but i'm learning to live with it." sometimes, that's really all you can do. i think it counts as a win for both of us.

sending lots of good thoughts your way.

oooh leverage, how exciting!! i love leverage! what a great show and with great characters and such wonderful storytellng! leverage has a special place in my heart! and yesss parker i love her a lot! she's out there making family and jumping off buildings and being the best thief ever!

while i was watching the show, eliot was my favorite (and side character quinn who barely appears at all, but i love him a lot). but it's kind of funny, because looking back on the series, if i was going to watch it again for the first time ten years later (and me being ten years older) i think i would lean more towards sophie. something about a middle aged woman who gets an arc about finding herself is very appealing. also she's so hot send help.

i hope you have fun watching the show, it's one of my favorites!! have a great rest of the week! <3

[moriartyluver]

right? I'm a woman of color too and find it so annoying that every "self insert" fanfic says stuff like "her pale skin"/"her blonde hair"... like no i ain't got no light colors lmao-

yes i just knew you HAD TO like russian lit!! i love all of the books and writers you mentioned.

oh and the little false lovers sneak peak u gave us... it reminds me of "Your Best American Girl" by Mitski.

"You're the one, you're all I ever wanted, I think I'll regret this." 'cause liams prolly the only man she's ever loved this deeply and yet he rejects her and tries to khs...

Plus fl herself is a woc so i think she's pretty much coded by that song. It hurts. Thank you.

P.S. I'll be using 👹 for you to recognize me because I'll keep sending lil comments if u allow me to!!

-👹

“Her ocean blue orbs 🥺” SHUT UP. Like I asked for a self insert fic, NOT and oc fic. U will never catch me giving actual physical descriptions for my characters, I would rather DIE than give them a certain height, weight, hair colour etc, even if I am short and fairly thin like most stereotypical y/ns. Like other types of girls exist tf??😭

Big mistake can here 🙋‍♀️and I can guarantee that fl is somewhat influenced by ‘your best American girl’ LIKE SHE WAS STRESSING over the idea that William didn’t like her because of her skin colour (which I’ll get into in more flashback chapters), and the fact that she had a little accent when she initially came to the uk meant she felt she wasn’t being taken seriously ☹️

Like Yknow that part that’s like ‘your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me but I do I think I do’ is literally so fl and her mother. They may have a good relationship but it doesn’t change the fact that her mother was trying to make her immune to poison as a kid 💀 (also ur welcome 🥰)

P.s. please do send little asks as much as u like! I love getting anon messages (that aren’t death threats because I don’t ship sherliam 😭). The only other anons I have are 🦢 anon who disappeared off the face of the earth and 🎀 anon who revealed themselves and doesn’t really send asks no more lol

[just-some-random-blogger]

She paused in her step. Hands clasped behind her, she leaned forward, "Ah. I see."

She ur bff for real

"How could I forget?" Rhaenyra smiled, "You fancy Daemon." Then her face turns sly, "He fancies you too, you know. But of course, I know why you would be reluctant to engage with all of... that."

GIRL HOLLUP THIS CANDLESTICK SO LOUD I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU SAW SEESAW NUFFIN Y U SO LOUDDDDDD 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Daemon Targaryen has been having quite the interesting time as of late.

GIRL 💀😭🖐️BONK 🤠

These thoughts were yours. These secrets, these desires were yours.

Why he kinda [twirls hair]

Truthfully, he has not been completely shy about his admiration for you. His precious dove. His sweetling. You thought nothing of it, knowing full well how he is. The Rogue Prince has been known to possess countless paramours.

We love a pragmatic girlie 😌💅💅😗✌️💕💕💕

It could only be yours. Who else would scroll down that thinly veiled warning on the first page, dedicated to any stranger who might deign to read it?

Ngl it took me 3 reruns to understood what this mean and i HIHIHIHIH SHE SO CUTE TBH SHE PUT A WARNING IN HER JOURNAL SHE LIKE ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER EXCEPT I WAS SO EMBARRASSED BY MY THOUGHTS AND SO UNTRUSTING I OPTED TO BE VAGUE WITH MY ACCOUNTS KNOWING ID KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. Spoiler. I grew up and FORGOT

It be like that. It be you vs you HAHAH

Daemon, of course, believed himself immune to such threats and he hurriedly found a secluded place to sit down and immerse himself in the woman who has managed to take sanctum in his mind.

RAT BEHAVIOR but he like me fr so i kinda forgive him

Then came – “Once more, if you might be a nosy intruder, turn away now, or the very worst fortunes shall fall upon you. I swear this on both the old gods and the new.”

HIHIHIHIHIHI GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIR BLUSHING SHE SO CUTTEE SAUR CURE SO CUTIE PIE CUTIE PATOOTIE

Daemon found himself rolling his eyes. Of course, he would give off the worst impression upon the first moment she glanced at him. But then again…

Girl he whipped af

Daemon after being called pretty once (1):

Oh, gods. I pleasured myself to the thought of him.

🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠😭😭😭😭😭🤠🖐️💀💀 NAH IM SAYIN I COULD NEVER WRITE THAT COS WHAT IF SOMEONE DOESSSS READ IT 🤮🤮🤮🤮

“Seven fucking save me.” Daemon finds himself cursing with delight at what he just read. So his sweetling does want him in return. Oh, you cannot even imagine what I will do to you…

“We have grown quite close, him and I. Daemon is… Daemon is aflame. There can be no better word for him. He is fire incarnate, and I am not afraid of getting burned.

I think this got put out of sequence but UGHHHH SLAY MY POETIC QUEEEEN

“Will you remove yourself from my sight willingly, or shall I do it for you?”

🧍 why he kinda [tucks hair behind ear]

If I am to love, I have to be chosen as the only one.

))))): my stomach dropped she like me fr 😔

“Good morrow, sweetling.” He saunters over, permanent smirk on his lips. “That is a lovely thing you have got there,” he says, gesturing to the new journal in your lap.

Girl

“I might,” he leans in, “but I am far too fond of myself to allow something like that to transpire. Besides,” his fingers languidly trace your jawline, “I have read that you are far too fond of me to do such a thing.”

HE JUST

You do not let him finish. You punch him in the shoulder, hard, making him lean away. Your legs seem to have a mind of their own, because you find yourself pacing quickly.

DESERVE

He gently pries the journal from your fist tucked beside you, and you watch as he flits through the pages as if it were his own. He whispers, “Only what you wrote about me.”

“Enough, Daemon, please…” you bite your lip, as his hands drift across your stomach, settling low on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

Daemon swallows, the sight of your darkened, mischievous expression spurring him on.

“Sweetling… let me give you something to write about.”

His lips land on yours. The impact catches you by surprise, making you take a few steps back, and he promptly follows suit. Your bodies move in sync, until your back collides into one of the marble plinths.

OK LITERALLY JUST WANTED TO SAY THANK YOU FOR USING THE WORD PLINTHS NEW WORD UNLOCKED I CANT BELIEVE THAT'S WHAT THAT'S CALLED SLAY THANK YOU LOVE YOU

His tongue pries your mouth open wide, snaking past your teeth in a frenzy. Without breaking the kiss, he takes your hands, and guides them to the back of his neck, so that you might hold him in turn. You do, burying your fingers in his silver tresses.

SLAY THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WELL WRITTEN SO IN CHARACTER AT ONE POINT I WAS SCARED I MIGHT NOT LIKE IT COS DAEMON WOULD BE TOO MUSHY which is not inherently bad i just dont prefer it BUT SLAY IT WAS STILL SO GOOD AND IN CHARACTER AND tbh it's just my petty ass but i was hoping shed break his nose or smth IDK I LOVE ENDING THINGS IN ANGST

rogue ink

Daemon Targaryen x f!reader

word count: 3.4k ▪︎ masterlist

themes/warnings: fluff, language, very brief mention of smut

The reader is devastated at the loss of her precious journal, worried that it might fall into the wrong hands. And who better else to discover it, but the Rogue Prince himself?

It was a small thing.

A small, leather-bound journal. Filled with accounts of your days and nights, your deepest thoughts, your pains. An unassuming object, sort of tattered from use.

And it had been missing for three days. The gods were not good.

You searched everywhere. Every corner of your chambers, in all the pouches you had especially sewn onto your dresses, practically every inch of the Red Keep which you have called home ever since your family was invited to King Viserys' court.

And yet it was nowhere to be found.

It was immediately noticeable to your inner circle that something was amiss, but you just shrugged it off. One person you did confide in, however, was Princess Rhaenyra herself. The two of you quickly grew close after her former companion, Alicent, was sent off to wed some wealthy, Southern lord.

"So what if it has gone missing? Perhaps you have simply misplaced it? Anyway, we could easily get you a new one, y/n."

Your head swiftly turned in her direction, "I appreciate your tone of confidence, Rhaenyra - "

She nodded, making a playful show of curtsying.

" - but... I've scrolled down personal matters in those pages. Especially when it concerns..."

She paused in her step. Hands clasped behind her, she leaned forward, "Ah. I see."

When it concerns Daemon. But it need not be said aloud.

Rhaenyra has been privy to some of your musings about her beloved uncle. Only the ones that you would ever let befall on another person's ears, that is. Some of it... well... would be more than enough to make any maiden blush.

"How could I forget?" Rhaenyra smiled, "You fancy Daemon." Then her face turns sly, "He fancies you too, you know. But of course, I know why you would be reluctant to engage with all of... that."

Your hand reaches up in an attempt to hide your face from shame, "Gods, what would happen if anyone at court were to find it? It would only be so easy to determine that the thing is my possession. I've written my father's and mother's names on it, and yours, and Daemon's..."

"What's the worst that could happen?" Rhaenyra wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you steady, "This court of sycophants never runs out of fodder for their dull conversations. Your journal might be spoken of for a day or two, then they shall move on to something of lesser import."

You sighed deeply, a mask of calm appearing on your visage, though Rhaenyra knew better.

It will be alright. Another half-truth. This loss will soon be a trifling thing.

If only...

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Daemon Targaryen has been having quite the interesting time as of late.

The pages of your small, tattered journal feel light on his fingertips, but he might be inclined to say that the mere feel of the parchment is exhilarating.

These thoughts were yours. These secrets, these desires were yours.

Truthfully, he has not been completely shy about his admiration for you. His precious dove. His sweetling. You thought nothing of it, knowing full well how he is. The Rogue Prince has been known to possess countless paramours.

And you are damned if you would allow yourself to be one of his mere passing fancies. To be bedded one night and forgotten the next.

He once thought that his admiration is not well-received, until one morning, when he watched as an object fell out of your dress as you sprinted down the hallway, headed to only the gods knew where. You bumped into several ladies of the court, mumbling rushed apologies, only to be met with irate stares, but you went on without any mind to them.

Daemon failed to hide the smile that sprung from his lips. He quietly shifted to the spot where you dropped something, and that's when he saw it. Your journal.

It could only be yours. Who else would scroll down that thinly veiled warning on the first page, dedicated to any stranger who might deign to read it?

Daemon, of course, believed himself immune to such threats and he hurriedly found a secluded place to sit down and immerse himself in the woman who has managed to take sanctum in his mind.

And his heart, but the notorious prince would still be loath to admit that.

A few pages in, with amusement dancing his eyes, his chest felt warm at the image of you inking these thoughts onto the parchment.

Then came – “Once more, if you might be a nosy intruder, turn away now, or the very worst fortunes shall fall upon you. I swear this on both the old gods and the new.”

Perhaps I should stop. After all, she just might impale me with mine own Dark Sister if she found this in my possession. Daemon’s hand hesitated as he was about to turn the next page.

He had half a mind to close your journal, partially resolved at returning it to your chambers without you even having to notice its loss, but his eyes were quickly drawn to the following words…

“I finally saw Prince Daemon Targaryen this morning.”

How could Daemon stop his perusing at that moment? He read on with renewed interest, yearning to know more of what you think about him.

“By the gods, he is as beautiful as he is infuriating. I was made to be the cupbearer in today’s small council meeting, and the Rogue Prince strolled in, well in the middle of the discussion, without any mind as to the disturbance that his late arrival caused, if any. Not a care in the seven kingdoms. He paid absolutely no mind to me, standing there in the corner.

But I saw him.”

Daemon found himself rolling his eyes. Of course, he would give off the worst impression upon the first moment she glanced at him. But then again…

She thinks me beautiful. Vanity had allowed him to glaze over the part where you call him “infuriating”.

I suppose I shall have further use for your precious book, my sweetling.

And so the next few days were spent raking your journal for passages about him. Daemon knows full well that doing so can be deemed a violation of your privacy, but if he can use this to get closer to you, then this is something that simply must be allowed.

In his eyes, it may even be necessary. He needs this. Wants it, even. He wants to get under your skin, and these pages all but symbolize that very thing.

After all, Daemon swore that he shall only read the parts wherein he is concerned, and that is well within his right, is it not?

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“Daemon is indeed something to behold. Yes, my opinion still stands.

However, I am not certain what to make of him. Is he to be trusted? No. Bloody well not. Is he kind? That is not really a word anyone would use to define him.

But… there is something… something in his eyes. Daemon is much more than the rogue scoundrel that his moniker deems him to be. He is more than just ‘dangerous’ or ‘unpredictable’ or a potential ‘second Maegor’ (Truthfully, I find it hard to believe that last thing). Daemon is… more than that.

I just can’t find the words to encapsulate him. Perhaps words never can.”

The days pass quickly, and Daemon finds himself opening your journal now and again.

He cannot help it. The more he reads, the more he learns of you. But that is not the only reason. He is also discovering himself, as it turns out - an image of himself that he has not entertained before.

Not only The Rogue Prince, but a person of greater value than his notorious misdeeds. He believes that you see something in him that not even he can see himself.

Something more. Something… good.

Though his intentions prove to be not entirely innocent, as is the usual case. He comes upon one specific part, with your penmanship turning into a nervous scribble. It is as if you were wary that someone might be looking over your shoulder and deign to discover what salacious scrawls you have put down about the Rogue Prince.

Daemon’s eyes hurriedly glide over the ink, basking in what he reads.

“I must confess something.

I know it is quite unbecoming of a lady. Of a maiden. But in the last hour of the owl, I…

I…

Oh, gods. I pleasured myself to the thought of him.

You know. It can only be him. Daemon.”

“Seven fucking save me.” Daemon finds himself cursing with delight at what he just read. So his sweetling does want him in return. Oh, you cannot even imagine what I will do to you…

“We have grown quite close, him and I. Daemon is… Daemon is aflame. There can be no better word for him. He is fire incarnate, and I am not afraid of getting burned.

Or… I don’t want to be. I just. Want. Him.

I want to feel him. I want to feel his lips on mine. Not long ago, he leaned in close and his musk enveloped me. His lips very nearly grazed my cheek. Silly me could not come up with a witty response then and there. A shame. But can you blame me? All I could think about was snogging the fucking Rogue Prince himself!

Ha! Gods!

Perhaps I have gone insane.”

Daemon chuckles freely, alone in his chambers, your journal firmly between both hands. Any clueless onlooker would think it strange, as the Rogue Prince does not make a habit of exhibiting such behaviour. The pleasure in the tone of his laughter rings true and genuine.

If it becomes known that the reason for this is the Lady Y/n, then only a fool would dare deny the centre of their prince’s affections.

“But I cannot deny it.

I cannot have him. I shall not… he is… he does not seem willing to devote himself to just one lady. One wife. There is never a lack of gossip about the prince’s exploits in the Street of Silk, and a hundred other brothels besides.

His need cannot be sated it seems. I… surely, I will not be enough to sate it.

And I won’t allow myself to be one among many paramours.

If I am to love, I have to be chosen as the only one.

However…

Mother spare me.

However… I find myself imagining Daemon’s hands roaming freely across the planes of my skin, fondling my chest, his fingers drifting downward until they are buried in the heat of my soaked cunt.

When the castle is asleep, I find myself writhing in my sheets, thinking about the prince’s massive co – “

A knock echoes across the chambers. Daemon’s head shoots up immediately, irritation blooming across his face, but his cheeks remain flushed from what he just read.

Who the fuck is this?

His squire enters, a gangly young lad of six and ten. He bows hurriedly, and with a shaky voice, he implores, “My prince, you are being summoned by His Grace King Viserys to the small council meeting.”

Has that blasted formality come round again so soon? Daemon shrugs, turning back to the pages. Though he can hardly focus with the snivelling interruption still present in the room, who risks arousing his master’s anger when he speaks once more, “Forgive me, my prince, but I have been instructed to report with - ”

“Will you remove yourself from my sight willingly, or shall I do it for you?”

“M-my prince… I…” The squire nearly stumbles backwards at Daemon’s wroth.

“Leave. The small council will have the privilege of my presence in due course.”

And so, Daemon is again left alone, his squire’s rapid footsteps practically bolting out the doors.

Smirking, he greets your journal like an old friend. “Now, where was I?”

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Your newly gifted journal boasts of a far more opulent appearance than its predecessor. Rhaenyra made sure that the Maesters bound only the finest parchment and leather for this very thing; the cover even has gold and red embossments, as well as inscriptions in High Valyrian.

You were reluctant to accept such a gift, but Rhaenyra was persistent. And everyone knows, there is no refusing the Realm’s Delight when she has her heart set on something.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to know of the whereabouts of your journal… well, your old journal now.

Nestled in your usual spot in the gardens, you turn your new journal over in your hands, admiring the handiwork of the Maesters.

The rear possesses the inscription - Isse otāpagon hen ñuha ojūdan udra, se isse ōños hen skoros pirtra hembar… - which Rhaenyra explained as roughly translating to - In remembrance of my rogue ink, and in joyous anticipation of what lies ahead…

You did not fail to notice the deliberate placement of the word rogue, which can only be Rhaenyra’s doing. Clever.

Rogue ink. Rogue Prince. Am I to call myself Lady Rogue now?

“My Lady.” His voice calls out, nearly startling the journal out of your hands. Oh fuck.

“Prince Daemon,” you swivel around to his voice, and sure enough, he leans against one of the tall hedges, studying you. Not a care in the seven kingdoms, as always.

“Good morrow, sweetling.” He saunters over, permanent smirk on his lips. “That is a lovely thing you have got there,” he says, gesturing to the new journal in your lap.

“Why yes, it is.” You lay it down beside you, and he promptly picks it up without even asking for your leave.

“Isse otāpagon hen ñuha ojūdan udra…” He reads, the High Valyrian sounding musical on his tongue. Far better than how you attempted to voice out the same words.

“Hmm.” He hands it over, and sits right next to you, stretching his long legs in front of him.

“Rogue ink.” He mumbles thoughtfully, glancing at you.

“It was Rhaenyra’s idea.” You say, your throat suddenly feeling dry, your heart racing from his proximity.

“Ah, yes. I was very sorry to hear of how you lost your journal. Rhaenyra said you were quite devastated.” Daemon lies plainly. His beloved niece never shared this with him, for she knows you would not approve.

“She did?”

“I do recall, yes.”

“Oh.”  You clear your throat, choosing to let it pass. “Well, she was awfully kind in giving me this as a replacement. I could not thank her enough.”

Daemon smiles, casting his gaze downward, as if he is privy to a secret that is kept from you. Does the handsome bastard know something?

“It is a shame that I could not find it,” you sigh, “I am still perturbed by the thought of someone whose intentions are unsavoury, reading all that I have written.”

“Whatever would you do to them, were you to find out their identity, my sweetling?”

You shake your head slightly at the name he has given you. Anything to distract from the warmth spreading across your face. You lean in closer, suddenly, much to Daemon’s surprise, “Would you let me wield Dark Sister, so I might teach them a lesson?”

Daemon swallows, the sight of your darkened, mischievous expression spurring him on.

“I might,” he leans in, “but I am far too fond of myself to allow something like that to transpire. Besides,” his fingers languidly trace your jawline, “I have read that you are far too fond of me to do such a thing.”

Your stomach falls, the sensation so sudden that you simply freeze in place, with Daemon’s warm breath still fanning your face.

“You…”

Your face scrunches in a mixture of what can only be shock and anger and embarrassment. Daemon only finds it endearing. Adorable.

He starts, “Now, sweetling, try not to be cross - ”

You do not let him finish. You punch him in the shoulder, hard, making him lean away. Your legs seem to have a mind of their own, because you find yourself pacing quickly.

Gods, I just assaulted a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. More pacing. Who cares? It’s Daemon, and he deserves it.

The sound of his laughter echoes in the gardens, grating in your ears.

He stands, pulling something out of the pocket of his trousers, and presenting it to you. Your little, rogue journal.

Wrenching it from him, you can only ask, “You stole it from me?”

He looks appalled, “No, I would not do that. I found it. It might occur to you to thank me. Who knows what could have happened if anyone else besides me discovered your precious journal when you dropped it in a haste.”

“Thank you?” You stare him down, your left hand squeezing your journal firmly, threatening to destroy its very structure. “Why did it take so long for you to return it to me? Did you… did you…”

“Read it?” His eyes rake your face, over and over, enamoured by the passion he sees.

You say nothing. Of course he has.

“You must forgive my curiosity, sweetling. I could not help myself, plainly, to have some glimpse into your mind, into your heart… I simply… I had to.”

You soften a little at that. “Did you read everything?”

Daemon steps forward, overwhelming your space once more, “Not everything. Not quite.”

He gently pries the journal from your fist tucked beside you, and you watch as he flits through the pages as if it were his own. He whispers, “Only what you wrote about me.”

“Gods.” You desperately look toward the sky for some respite, not finding any.

He lands on the page he was searching for, a smile spreading across his face. “I am flattered, my lady, about how you envisioned us in what can only be… very compromising positions.”

“Enough, Daemon, please…” you bite your lip, as his hands drift across your stomach, settling low on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

The journal has been discarded by your feet, and Daemon only has eyes for you. His voice is genuine when he says, “You have written about me as if I were… someone else. Someone more.”

Your eyes catch how his tongue flicks across his lips. You start to give in, and say, “Daemon, I write only what I see.”

His lips are curled in their familiar roguish way, when he drifts even closer, tilting your face up at him with one hand.

“Daemon…”

“Sweetling… let me give you something to write about.”

In true Daemon fashion, he does not reign himself in. 

His lips land on yours. The impact catches you by surprise, making you take a few steps back, and he promptly follows suit. Your bodies move in sync, until your back collides into one of the marble plinths.

His tongue pries your mouth open wide, snaking past your teeth in a frenzy. Without breaking the kiss, he takes your hands, and guides them to the back of his neck, so that you might hold him in turn. You do, burying your fingers in his silver tresses.

Your lips battle each other, and Daemon tilts your head back so that he might advance more. A low growl escapes his chest as his teeth carefully clamp down on your bottom lip, pulling at the flesh.

He pulls away, pleased at how swollen your lips have become due to his work, “If I were inclined to write as you do, the words would doubtlessly be a tribute to you, sweetling.”

You did not expect that.

Still reeling from the taste of his mouth, you finally smile, though wryly, “You could only be telling me what I wish to hear. Soften my anger at how you invaded my most intimate musings.”

He nods once, one hand reaching up to lean on the plinth above your head. His violet eyes bore into yours, burning with unmistakable desire.

“I could indeed.” He kisses you again, his lips briefly pressing against your own, with a gentleness that is quite unusual for the Rogue Prince. “But mayhaps I shall prove to be quite convincing.”

You take a deep breath, peering up at him in a haze. Your shaky nerves finally settle, and you drink him in. Your rogue muse. The object of your affection, as he now knows. “Prove it then. My new journal is in need of fresh accountings. What better thing to write about than the taste of your lips…”

Another kiss, and another.

“I am yours, sweetling.”

Been a while, loves! Hectic stuff + writing ruts can tend to cause such breaks, but I'm glad to be back and writing again ❤️

Yes, it seems that I sometimes take weeks (even months) to update series works. But then I'll get oneshot ideas, and they get done within a day (like this one). I can't explain it either 🙃

But anyway - series updates up... soon enough!

[aira-writes]

Being Bakugou’s Bestfriend

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons, bestfriends, college au, crack, humor

Warnings: curses

Characters are in college

A/n: Wasn't able to upload for a few weeks ‘cause I'm swamped with schoolworks 😭 but this idea came to me and I couldn't resist but to upload! This one’s pretty long ‘cause I got too carried away.

Grammatical errors ahead because this is not proofread :> Read at your own risk.

❧ you can’t remember how or when you became close Katsuki.

❧ you just woke up one day, banging on his room door, complaining about how fucking loud he was playing drums and if he could please lower it down ‘cause it's disrupting your beauty sleep.

❧ miraculously, you went back to your room unharmed and he stopped playing.

❧ you haven’t known Katsuki that long but you can say that he's a nice person, just minus him being a grumbly-grumpy ass.

❧ you never really understood why his friends always told you how much of an ass he was in high school

❧ yeah he can be very grumpy sometimes most of the time but he was always there when you needed help with something

❧ yeah, there will be lots of complaining at first but he always end up helping you.

❧ let's face it. If Bakugou doesn't want to do something, he won't fuckin’ do it.

❧ you're just extremely lucky you're given special treatment by The Great Bakugou.

❧ hm, heaven. Can i ask Santa for that too? No? Hmp.

❧ the fact that you have Bakugou Katsuki as your bestfriend definitely has its awesome perks.

❧ you're hungry? Just come to his room unannounced and he’ll cook you food

❧ “don’t you know how to cook?”

❧ “if I did, I wouldn't be here rn, Katsu.”

❧ your immunity to his wrath when being sarcastic or sassy with him—almost all the time— doesn't fail to surprise his friends.

❧ “Tch, I’m not your damn housekeeper, shitty woman.” but he’s already cutting those vegetables.

❧ “This is so good, Katsu!”

❧ “‘cause I’m the one who cooked it. Why wouldn’t it be?”

❧ you’re craving midnight snacks? Ask him and he’ll come with you to a 7/11 store.

❧ “why’d you wake me up for?” he’ll say with a grumble upon opening his door.

❧ you almost choked on your own saliva upon seeing him topless and with his bed hair.

❧ he was rubbing his eyes as his red crimson eyes glared at you.

❧ “sorry, I was just—” *stomach grumbles*

❧ “Tf kinda monster you got in that stomach of yours, princess?” he says with a smirk, his sleepiness already thrown out the window.

❧ you pouted.

❧ you can actually try to come up with a witty remark but your hunger is distracting you from thinking of one.

❧ “am hungry. Can we go to the store Katsu?”

❧ “what am I, your bodyguard?” but he’s already wearing his shirt on.

❧ you actually didn’t wanna bother Katsuki, especially when he’s already asleep.

❧ but one time you decided to go out to go buy some midnight snacks all on your own.

❧ when you went back, you already have a blonde haired angry Pomeranian waiting for you at the entrance of your dorm building.

❧ “where tf did you go to in the middle of the night, dumbass?”

❧ you got confused as to why your bestfriend was acting this way. “I went to buy some snacks Katsu—”

❧ “why didn’t you bring your damn phone, woman?”

❧ “I guess I forgot—”

❧ “Damnit. Why did you went out alone? You could’ve woken me up.”

❧ “I didn’t wanna disrupt your sleep, Katsuki.”

❧ he sighed and ran his hands through his hair, messing it.

❧ “why are you acting this way tho, you worried ‘bout me, huh?” you teased and giggled.

❧ Bakugou looks cute when’s worried and frustrated like this. You didn’t know he cared about you this much. Aww.

❧ “Tch, whatever shitty woman. Don’t go out at night all on your own ever again. Got that?”

❧ you whined and pouted. You were always running out of snacks and the explosive blonde was well aware of that. How can you survive to a world without snacks? :<

❧ “Whaaa? But—”

❧ “Wake me up when you wanna buy midnight snacks.”

❧ Bakugou Katsuki? Sacrificing his sleep for a girl? OoooOoo.

❧ that's why as much as you don’t wanna disrupt his precious sleep, you can’t help but to follow his orders.

❧ you already got scolded multiple times for going out alone and as punishment he was denying you of the luxury of letting you taste his delicious cooked spicy ramen.

❧ you have a guy that won’t stop bothering you? Explosion Murder's to the rescue!

❧ “that damn extra still bothering you?”

❧ “When I think about it, he hasn’t showed up to me for a week now, thank god for that.”

❧ “thank god, indeed.” he’ll smirk, knowing that, the guy won’t be showing up his face to you ever again.

❧ don’t worry guys, the guy’s unharmed.

❧ Or is he? WAIT.

❧ DAMNIT.

❧ you consider yourself extremely lucky to have someone like Bakugou Katsuki in your life.

❧ you’re not actually comfortable with having guy friends before.

❧ but with Katsuki? You’re extremely comfortable being with him, even though he's a grumbly-ass most of the time.

❧ you were sooo comfortable with him that you even let him in your room when you were just in your panties.

❧ it wasn’t on purpose. Yeah we know.

❧ “WHAT THE F— SHITTY WOMAN WEAR SOME PANTS ON!”

❧ you yawned, still sleepy because his loud knocking woke you up. Heck it was even enough to wake the people in the other rooms.

❧ but seeing his reaction made you lose your sleepiness and made you giggle.

❧ when he saw you just in your panties and a loose shirt on, he immediately turned his back on you and stopped on the doorway.

❧ “Is the great Bakugou Katsuki embarrassed?” you teased.

❧ and the reddening of his ears didn’t go unnoticed which earned another snicker from you.

❧ his reactions when you tease him are priceless.

❧ “DAMN YOU SHITTY WOMAN! I’M BEIN’ A GENTLEMAN HERE. NOW WEAR SOME DAMN PANTS ON!”

❧ “Okay, okay! Dude, just chill.” you giggled some more as you went to wear some pants on before Katsuki’s head explodes from all the screaming.

❧ Hanging out with his friends are awesome too.

❧ they'd take you with them on their Bakusquad trips and you guys would have fun together

❧ In resorts, you guys would sleep in hotels. Mina and you in the same room and all the guys in a different room.

❧ “I’m shocked that you and Bakugou aren’t dating yet.” Mina said as she was unpacking her luggage.

❧ “What?” you laughed. “No, no. Katsuki doesn’t like me that way, Mina.”

❧ well, you wished he did tho.

❧ “Whaaa? Bakugou defi—”

❧ “Who tf stole my shirt!” you and Mina heard Bakugou from the other room, cutting her off.

❧ “It definitely wasn’t me Bakubro.” Kiri defended.

❧ “what shirt are you looking for anyways?”

❧ the door to your and Mina’s room opened and a blonde haired boy peaked in. “It’s a black shirt with a—” his gazed landed on you. “—skull on.” then he glared.

❧ “I didn’t stole it, I borrowed it!” you were giggling.

❧ “yeah, dumbass. And the crow’s pink.”

❧ you might have borrowed it without his permission :>

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❧ “Ow! What the hell, woman?!”

❧ he was rubbing his hand that you slapped.

❧ dude’s overreacting. You didn’t even slap it that hard.

❧ “Stwap eathingg ma frwies, Katchuki! Gwo gwet yer own.” you huffed.

❧ “You stole my shirt. It's only right that I get fries as payment.” he chuckled, stealing another fry and popping it into his mouth.

❧ you rolled your eyes and didn’t argue back cause he was definitely right. But you didn’t steal ‘cause it's burrowed!

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❧ “w-what the fuck, d-dumbass!”

❧ “what’d I do?”

❧ he facepalmed and tried to calm himself.

❧ “you have your own room! The hell you’re doin’ into ours?!”

❧ you just got out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel and that’s also the moment when Katsuki entered the room—well.. their room.

❧ “our bathroom’s faucet suddenly stopped working for no reason. That’s why I had to use your bathroom.”

❧ “well you could've just changed into your clothes inside the bathroom, dumbass! Not go out in just a f-fucking towel on!”

❧ you were a bit far from Katsuki, but from your position, his reddening face and ears are still visible.

❧ “I forgot my clothes in our room.” you giggled sheepishly.

❧ “why tf are you so casual ‘bout this? What if one of the other guys walked in, huh?”

❧ “I’d probably ran back in the bathroom.” you giggled. “Good thing it was only you tho.”

❧ Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed at your last sentence.

❧ he crossed his arms over his chest. “what’s that supposed to mean? Whadya mean ‘good thing it was only me?’ huh?”

❧ “It meant that it’s just you, Katsuki. So it’s fine.”

❧ “I’m a guy too, dumbass. Why the hell are ya treatin’ me like I’m not.”

❧ Katsuki’s right tho. First the no pants, then this. But it’s not because you don’t see him as a guy.

❧ It’s just that you’ve become so comfortable in his presence that you don’t mind if you were showing some skin.

❧ It’s just Katsuki. It’s just your bestfriend.

❧ But I guess Katsuki, took it differently.

❧ and as the crazy woman you are, you even decided to tease him.

❧ “Maybe I just don’t see you as a man, Katsu.” you faked a sad face.

❧ and Katsuki’s face was so funny you almost bursted out laughing.

❧ “Whadya say, woman?” he growled.

❧ he was fuming and he had this cute scowl— that almost looked like a pout— on his face.

❧ “I said, I just don’t see you as man.”

❧ “what the f—”

❧ he looked like he was about to explode since his other eye was twitching.

❧ His twitching left eye, the cute snarl on his face, and an expression that says ‘you have got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me’ was written all over his face like he couldn’t believe what you were saying.

❧ And that was enough to make you lose your composure as you doubled out of laughter, making sure that your towel won’t fall off.

❧ “come here you lil’—”

❧ “Ohmygod—Mina h-helppp!” you shrieked, giggling like crazy as you tried to avoid getting caught by the explosive blonde and at the same time making sure your towel is intact.

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❧ all in all, I think being Katsuki’s Bestfriend is having this kinda special treatment.

Plagiarism is a crime. Don’t steal my work!

A/n: Sorry if the flow’s messy and chaotic HAHAHAHAHAHAH my mind’s always like this when it comes to Bakugou. Hope you enjoyed this one!

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