"I don't want this night to end..."
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Another illustration for the collab fanfic that I did with @sweetpotatoesintheoven ❤
If you like Kazumaji, Goromi and 80's vibes you should definitely go read it! We created it with a lot of love ❤
Hello!^^ May I request a fluffy Mk x reader oneshot please? I don't really have a plot in mind, but I imagine him to be super dorky in a relationship. Thank you for reading this^^
~Spectral Anon
oh my god YES MK DESERVES MORE LOVE i swear
A bit shorter, this one, roughly 1.6k oneshot. ENJOY, MY LOVELIES. (and thank you for all the love! Loves you too!)
Context: You lose to a bet that was settled over the most infuriating game of Uno you've ever played in your life. But hey, as long as you remember you're going roller skating with MK, it'll all be worth it.
TW: None.
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"Babe!"
"Babe!"
You're unable to muster a proper glare from the stupid smile that blooms on your face. MK simply grins at you, all pride and no pity.
"Don't 'babe' me, you cheated!" You huff, arms crossed tightly over your chest.
MK mimics your position. The two of you are situated on the ground with a boardgame in the middle, the pieces scattered due to your frustrated episode. Of course the Monkie Kid won, and you suspect he'd manifested a duplicate of himself behind you to cheat his way to victory.
Said duplicate is nowhere to be seen, though.
The Monkie Kid snorts, nose upturned. "You have no proof! And you're just mad 'cause the cards were in my favor."
"Cause you cheated."
"Did not."
You snort, standing up and striding away. "Did too!"
He's wearing an absolutely infuriating smug look, watching as you fetch a snack from the pantry and head back over. "Pfft, okay. Honestly, I never thought you'd get so competitive. It's literally just a game!"
"A game with stakes, mind you," you remind him, crunching on your favorite chips. "I'd rather not lose this bet."
MK reaches into the chip bag, humming thoughtfully. "Well, you have another chance."
"Yeah. And you're going down."
"Then I'll take you wish me. Don't forget I'M the one with the magic staff!"
You cock a brow. "Wanna mention those cheating duplicates of yours as well, MK?"
"They'd never do such a thing!" He retorts passionately, mouth full of chips as he re-organizes the boardgame to start over. You're content to watch instead of help, munching on food.
So.
The bet. MK wants to go to Rollertainment, a roller-skate rink that's busy 24/7 with music blasting loud and strangers speeding around in circles. It has zero regards for explicit content, but MK just wants to go to zoom around the rink and see how fast he can go. You know for a fact that he's pretty talented on skates, but your desires lie with a different source of entertainment. (place: park, mall, other activity).
MK immediately decided to host a competition to decide the activity for today. You expected as much.
Honestly, this game is taking up half your day as it is.
"All right, last round," MK huffs, handing you your piece. You take it gingerly, regarding him with a determined look that he immediately copies. "Should prolly just give up now, (Y/N)."
"Like hell."
"Heh. You're gonna eat those words!"
It's on. You flash your partner a wicked grin and make your move. What is the game you might be playing? Uno.
Simple, fun, stressful. MK is winning, obviously. And another round proves you the loser and puts MK on such a tall pedestal that you fear for your safety. He's practically glowing, grinning like an idiot as he places down his last card and foils your plans. You throw your hand up, the cards flying as you rush forward and attack the board game menace.
"You're dead!"
" Wha- (Y/N)!" He has barely two seconds to react, arms outstretched to brace for impact. You land with a crash and effectively pin him on the carpet beneath you both.
The game is forgotten, cards strewn across the floor like soldiers stranded on a battlefield. A bloodbath, minus the details. You give MK's hands a sharp squeeze and glare. "HA."
You have to look away from those puppy eyes, that soft half-smile that tells you they were merely joking. Besides, it's just a game; perhaps you are overreacting. But it's nice to see him beneath you, so close you get to see the small freckles dotting his cheeks, the relaxed glint to his eyes.
The Monkie Kid tilts his head. "(Y/N)?"
Startled out of your daze, you blink stupidly down at him. "What?"
"You're staring."
"I am. So?"
A sly smile twists MK's features, and he wiggles his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion. "I mean, I don't mind. See something you like?"
Realizing the implications behind his statement, you quickly let go and sit up, still straddling him. "Dude, back off. All I see is my significant other being an asshole to the only person who'd actually play Uno with them. How's that for a fact check?"
MK chuckles, propping himself on his elbows. "You played with me because I'm too handsome to refuse and you love me. Fact check that!"
Your glare falters. "I . . . Gosh, you're mean when you're right."
"Noooo, don't call me that!" MK grabs your face, pulls you close. Your eyes fly wide open. "Call me something else. I don't want my gravestone to read something stupid like 'he was a board game menace'!"
"But you are!" You laugh.
He rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and falling backwards. A sound of surprise escapes you, but the Monkie Kid cushions your fall and you both laugh hysterically, rolling to the side as you plant your head on the palm of your hand. Your idiot grins up at you from the floor, fingers tracing patterns on your arm. You snort, unable to stop a smile.
"Bro, you are such a goof," you say, free hand running through his hair.
"You wish you could be this awesome."
"Do not."
"Do too! Now get your skates on, I still haven't forgotten about my epic victory!" MK laughs, eyes twinkling as he fishes out the skates he'd set aside.
As though he knew deep down he'd win. Like he knew you'd let him.
Of course you let him.
~~~
The skate park is actually quite full, to your great surprise. It's almost 9 p.m., but who are you to assume that people in Megapolis get at least 6 hours of sleep? Not even MK can abide by your expectations, seeing as he won't sleep much unless you agree to a cuddle session.
So you're sitting beside him, tightening the laces on your skates, warily eyeing the rink.
MK slides closer on the bench, bumping into you joyfully. "You nervous? Don't be!" He says before you could reply. You give him an exasperated smile, and he hums; "I won't let you fall."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die," MK says as you tie the knot and stand.
Your balance is a bit off, but you make it to the rink entrance with MK in two minutes flat. He can't help but laugh at your efforts, then reducing his amusement to a simple smile when you glare. It's all in good fun, though, because you're doing this for him and you love to see him so happy. So you step inside the rink, turn around, and wait for MK to join you under the neon lights.
The skate rink is set indoors, with huge lights dotting the ceiling that project intricate and colorful designs on the rink surface. Wooden, to provide leverage for your wheels. Music blasts from the sound booth, with the dojo man encouraging everyone on with beat drops and the like.
It's almost overwhelming, but the adrenaline prevents it from becoming uncomfortable. Besides, the scenery is too cool to ignore.
MK grabs your hand suddenly, skating backwards as his fingers lace with yours. "Ready, babe?"
"No!" You yelp, stumbling a bit as he gently drags you along the edge of the rink. You grip his hands tightly, eyes wide as you stare at your feet. C'mon. Get your balance!
Your boyfriend laughs, blushing slightly. "I had no idea you suck at roller skating."
"I had no idea you had no idea," you say; "It's just been awhile-"
Once again, your wheels give way, and you're lucky MK is strong enough to keep you steady as you use his arms to righten yourself. Heart hammering, you look up at him and offer a weak smile. This is actually quite fun. You are enjoying this, and the music helps to drown out the fear you feel. Sure, you're not terrible at skating, but it's been so long that muscle memory finally failed you.
"Just push off with your foot," MK says, letting go of one of your hands to skate beside you. With that, he demonstrates the movments. "See?"
You watch him. "Yeah . . . Okay, I'm starting to remember."
"You are?? Prove it, then."
Oh, no.
He's asking you to let go and skate off on your own.
Sighing, you sidle closer to him, pushing with your feet and getting the footwork locked down. "Maybe I like skating, um, here with you," you mumble, not looking at him. "Fact check that."
"Awww!" MK gushes, holding you close and beaming. "Why the heck are you so sweet?"
You roll your eyes, about to say something - when you suddenly trip on thin air. Hands tightening on anything you can get ahold of, you fly forward, yelling and bracing for impact. Unfortunately, the object you'd snatched had to be your boyfriend, and he is the first to collide with the ground.
Oops.
The both of you hit the wooden floor with an uncomfortable thud, but it doesn't hurt that bad. Groaning, you twist around and suddenly find yourself laying on top of MK, hands gripping his orange jacket.
Luckily, the two of you had fallen along the edges of the rink, further down and beyond the judgement of passerbys.
Unluckily, MK is the first to come to, blinking around. "Oh. Did you fall?"
Huffing, you nod guiltily. "Yup. Sorry, we can try again, though, I think the universe just likes to see me suffer," you say, ready to get to your feet. Sure, you might struggle doing it alone, but MK suddenly stops your movements before you could even get off him.
He's wearing a mischievous grin, eyebrows lifting. "Huh! Now why does this feel familiar??"
You realize instantly. "No! DON'T-"
"Oh, right! You did the same thing back home! You must love being on top!"
Where the crew rides the train towards Kyoto and Kon shares some of her past and spicy information about Inari.
And then she asks Kabane if she can continue to travel by his side and Kabane’s eyes start to sparkle (there’s literally sparkles and littles stars all around them). He says of course she can and Kon lights up with happiness…
And precious little Kabane is hit with a realization. He literally goes “Ah!?” And then he says she suddenly seemed different to him than she usually is… and he needs to touch her to check if she’s still the same Kon…. I can’t… too precious!!!😩
I'm watching the clone wars show for the first time, and the second the Bad Batch appeared on screen I instantly loved them and nothing can happen to them and I need to protecc them, Cody, Rex.... EVERYONE why is star wars filled with so much angst and death D:
