#ah the eyelash tangent

[sapphiresterreart]

Tried to scribble a Sonic idea with a throwaway joke-reference only to get completely sidetracked by that very same joke. Got in too deep. Hope it's coherent enough!

Note: Usually picture them as young adults. Prolly early 20s or so. Not super important but might help with context. It's fun for me to mix youthful energy with slightly older characters. Whatever canon experiences they've had took time to happen kinda thing.

Rouge shares her struggle with her roommate’s terrible, no-good very bad coffee bean addiction eating habits. Starring Sonic, Tails, and a startling amount of memes and modern(?) slang as her prisoners. 

Sonic's desperate cries for help go ignored. Maybe if he was a better communicator he wouldn't have these issues.

Under the Read More it goes!

Off-screen, Shadow is blissfully unaware of such plights as he savors a cereal bowl of coffee beans for breakfast. Only faintly wondering why the bag of new beans had been stashed in the wrong kitchen cabinet. Didn’t Rouge know they were supposed to go in the pantry? Mentally shrugs. Everyone makes mistakes. She must've been tired last night or something. She did have eye-bags before putting on makeup this morning. Ah, well. Not his problem.

No. Instead it's Sonic's problem.

"Shadow thinks he's so smart but that guy eats coffee beans for breakfast. It was one thing when he had a gardening phase and cluttered the counters with potted plants; at least that was nice. Got fresh lavender for free and his chao could take care of 'em while he was away, ya know? But coffee beans? Raw? How am I supposed to have my morning coffee when Shadow keeps eating all my chaos-damned coffee beans, boys?" 

"Ah." Sonic blinks and shares a glance with Tails. They’d been trapped on their own living room couch ever since Rouge showed up a solid hour ago with eye bags so heavy not even the secrets of modern makeup could hide them.

Still. He's her friend and he's tried to give her his attention. He tentatively ventures, “I get the feeling you haven't had coffee this morning?"

"I haven't had coffee in days, Sonic, days!"

"Yikes." He grimaces, playing at an attempt for sympathy because there's only so long he can keep trying. An hour is a long time and he still doesn't see what the big deal is, or even care honestly, but he'll at least pretend. "Big oof. That's no good."

Tails slaps his forehead and slumps from where he sits on the couch beside him. Rouge stares at them both. Or maybe just him. Apparently he didn't pretend hard enough. Huh. Oh well. Guess he'll have to try again. 

"I try not to judge people by their dietary needs." Sonic beams, making sure to look as innocent as can be. Adds blinking for good measure

It's a strategic trick he learned while babysitting Cream long ago. She had been, and unfortunately still is, a master of them-big-ole-eyes paired with rapid-fire-eyelashes. 

Whenever Amy did it she looked like she had a bad case of allergies and sometimes caused her mascara to run which only ever made him think of the horror movies he'd seen late at night. It was a problem. She was not good to learn from for that. He's glad she started wearing waterproof stuff or whatever it is at some point. Turns out, black streaks for tear-tracks are terrifying. Not cute.

Guh. Moving on. Maybe his powers of persuasion will sway Rouge away from the dark side of more long-winded rants and dangerously boring tangents. Alas. They fail. She seems unmoved.

"Your diet is nothing but chili dogs." She points at him, needlessly affronted. 

Oh hey now. An age old argument apparently no one is willing to let go of. Not even Rouge. Hmph. He stands by his statement: there's nothing wrong with chili dogs and there never will be! Why fix what ain't broke?

"Like I said," Sonic continues undeterred by non-believers even after all these years. "Dietary needs."

Rouge huffs and whirls on a needle-thin heel. They click click click as she paces a circle in front of the TV.  Dang. Those boots look like they could kill someone. Sonic idly wonders if they have then decides he doesn't wanna know. He might be the next victim otherwise. At least not if this endless talkin’ doesn't do him in first.

"As I was saying; it'd be one thing if he ate them after I brewed them," she flicks a wrist already back on topic as she cocks a hip to the side. Her wings twitch from where they're folded along her spine. "But does he do that? Does he have the decency to do that, boys?"

She pauses a beat. Oh no. Is she expecting proper responses now after all that? Or maybe it’s is a rhetorical question and does not require an answer. Should he risk death by boot or death by boredom?

Tails, brave soul that he is, offers himself as tribute. "He... doesn't?"

"No!" Rouge whips around and her wings snap out on cue. The brothers jolt. "He does not!"

Tails makes some sort of noise. "That sounds rough." 

"Major bummer." Sonic agrees and hopes it'll get her tirade to stop.

"It is! And that's not all-"

Ah. It does not. Was she even listening to him? Or hearing him at all? His attention can only last so long. He's reaching his limit here! Maybe if he throws enough nonsense at her, she'll stop? Or talk about something else?

"What an L, Rouge."

"--maybe had some decency he'd-"

"L plus ratio?"

"What am I supposed to do without the beans, Sonic?"

She's not stopping. Luckily, Sonic ain't no quitter. "Cool story, bro. No cap?"

"The beans, Sonic! Focus on the beans!"

"The beans. So not gucci."

"Exactly! What am I supposed to do about the-" 

Tails leans over to him, bumping shoulders, and mutters. "You've been messing with my tech again, haven't you?"

“I just think it’s neat,” he chirps readily. Grins as he takes the lifeline his benevolent brother has provided him like a drowning soul. Ugh, drowning. "The internet’s a pretty cool place to be. So many ways to get your groovy on."

Tails sighs, sounding faintly irritable but his muzzle's twitching. He ain't foolin' nobody. "You are abusing slang on purpose." 

Sonic’s grin only widens. Score! "I would never do such a thing. Especially not in front of a friend. That's way past uncool, totally un-hippoed."

His brother may or may not have choked. An elbow knocks into Sonic’s side and he jumps with a snickering wheeze.

Tails mutters out the side of his mouth, face impossibly composed while pretending to pay attention to their mutual friend. "What even-? That's not- What are you up to?"

"Nuthin'," he lies like the liar they both know he is. Rouge is still goin' on strong in front of them. "Maintaining my sanity in the only way I can, maybe."

"How's that working out?"

"I may or may not lose my mind."

"It was nice knowing you, bruh."

It's Sonic's turn to choke on a snort.

Rouge continues her tirade apparently oblivious to the lapse in her audience's attention. So Sonic seizes the opportunity to set up a new game plan. He whips out and fiddles with his shiny new phone. The sound file had to be in here somewhere. It was unlikely to have been lost in the recent data transfer. His brother was too smart to let that happen.

Tails had done great work on the device; making it so it could keep up with the speed in which he tapped at the screen. The previous one had been durable but admittedly too slow. Yet his kid brother had fixed it up like the champ he's always been. 

He smiles to himself, unbearably soft, gloved thumbs stalling atop the glass. What couldn’t his baby bro do? Well, not much of a baby now, sure, but who gave him permission to grow up? Not Sonic! As his right as the older brother, he made the rules and the rules say Tails is not allowed to get older. 

What was he doing? Oh yeah! That funny audio. Where was it again? Tails had probably kept it in the same place. Or at least with the same name if he used the fancy search bar, right? He adjusted his grip to tap the screen. 

Bingo! Now let’s see here… A clicking of some buttons, a tapping of a few things, and a finger at the ready to press play. He was all set. Now to time it just right...

Rouge, unintentionally or not, plays her part well. She continues on as background noise with his brother watching her indulgently, politely smiling and nodding along to all the right bits because at some point in all these years he had learned manners. Sonic will never know from where. Certainly not from him.

Sonic waits, politely nodding along himself because misusing slang had proven futile. Tactics had to change and as Rouge works herself into a righteous tizzy he sits up and leans forward. Tails doesn't say a word though he can no doubt sense when his big bro’s ‘boutta cause some trouble. 

Wings flare as Rouge hoists herself off the floor and hovers in the middle of the living room. A fist shakes dramatically at the ceiling and her voice get louder with the momentum. She bemoans the tragedy of mortal kind and the emotionally constipated disasters that will be the downfall of them all. 

It's almost moving. Sonic finds himself engaged despite earlier grievances. She shoulda led with that instead of the bean nonsense. Apparently whatever it is she's talking about now is an infectious disease that only plagues the majority of the male population of everyone found everywhere. Unfortunately, Sonic’s not entirely convinced. It’s a good argument, though, he’ll give her that.

Then it happens. Finally happens. He feared he’d lose his mind before he could execute the most ultimate of masterplans (heh heh, Ultimate. No he'll never let it go, Shadow) but his time to shine has finally come. She makes a statement. Perfectly punctuated on a bold note and everything. She pauses for breath and Sonic takes the chance. 

He clicks the screen and the sound plays. A perfect accompaniment to Rouge’s declaration.

“Oh no.”

Tails. Slowly. Very slowly turns to him. 

Sonic. Very very slowly turns in turn. He makes sure to wear the biggest, most trouble-causing-eatingist grin as possible. Barely cuts off a giggle before it can escape. 

Tails does a remarkable job of maintaining a straight face while also stifling the faint wheezes Sonic can see his stomach make only because he's sitting right next to him. Yellow and white fur almost vibrates from the strain. Wow! What an impressive display of control. He's so proud of him. 

Sonic doesn’t even try to hide his delight anymore. A joke well-received is always a good thing. Even the dumb ones.

Neither notice Rouge coming’ in hot to snatch the phone outta his hands. 

"Was that Knuxie.” She says, honing in on the device in her hands like a starving vulture in desperate need of a feast. 

Sonic will never admit he startled as, between blinks, the bat was there and then she wasn’t. He recovers pretty darn well if he does say so himself. Blinks lashes innocently up at her even if it didn't work earlier.

This time he demurs very charmingly. "Who?”

“Don’t play games with me, big blue.” 

Aw. Foiled again. 

She taps at the screen, face nearly smushed against the glass as she clearly finds the recording and plays it again. A grin of her own spreads. Oops. He almost feels sorry for what he's probably unleashed onto Knuckles. Almost. 

“Where is this from?” Her grin’s looking a lil more evil by the second.

Sure she’s been thoroughly distracted from her war on coffee beans (Or was it a war on Shadow? Dang it! Maybe coulda used that somehow). But at what cost?

Eh. It’s probably fine. Knuckles can handle it.

So he leans back into the couch with an evil grin of his own and threads his arms through the quills on the back of his head. Relaxes in place as he firmly decides to delight in the shared goal of causing trouble.

Heh heh. Sux to be Knux. The guy needed to lighten up anyway.

[purgatoryandme]

Ignoring the fact that this would 100% end in fire and brimstone, the idea just compels me, y'know? Especially because BingQiu have canonically terrible sex and SQQ is physically incapable of admitting that Binghe is bad at anything or communicating his feelings. At first he thinks it's better with LQG because of the aphrodisiacs. Then he thinks it's better because he's been on top - being on the bottom must hurt, naturally! But LQG seems to really enjoy it... He gets a little braver and more explorational, bottoms, and has his mind blown. Why is it good??? Is it because LQG is more familiar with swords? So he's also good with his "sword"???? He's stuck ruminating about it for days, which hilariously convince LQG that he didn't do a good job as a top and that he needs to improve. So when SQQ decides to test out bottoming again (for science!), he's even more horrified because it's BETTER? Liu juju this is unfair!!!!!!!!!! To his eternal embarrassment, he has no one to turn to but SQH. When he asks him if bottoming for MBJ is good, SQH says it is and goes on a tangent about the pain and the domination and the general demon-vibes of it all. SQQ is like "ah. we are. not into the same things. hm. never accounted for the idea that i may have preferences. this is something i will immediately suppress."

He bottoms for LBH. It hurts and Binghe cries about it. He's into (1) of those things. He may have always been into only (1) of those things. He is, to his horror, making an internal list of stuff he LIKES...sexually. SQQ has such a NEED to be normal (when he is objectively not) that he's like: there is no other option, I must ask the other peak lords what they think about having their chrysanthemum totaled.

MQF is an easy ask. He can totally pose this question in the context of dual cultivation and how demonic energy might effect it. He can be so smooth about it nobody will ever guess that his ass hurts.

He is not smooth. When MQF starts talking about the importance of communication, especially in """scenes"""", he starts sweating so much that he has to leave or be forcibly institutionalized.

YQY is an...interesting ask. He won't deny SQQ anything, but the question clearly physically pains him. Still, mouth twitching between a smile and grimace, he tells SQQ that dual cultivation is best practiced the way the person likes best, and that there is no 'right' and 'wrong' way beyond the Qi sharing. When SQQ, teeth gritted, asks him if most people prefer pain, YQY's eye twitches subtly. He's all: "Most people...do not." in a way that so clearly screams that he DOES that SQQ needs to flee immediately and also never look him in the eye again. The Peak Lords are all trembling Ms???????????? Is this what high cultivation does to you???????????????????????????

He's halfway through asking QQQ before it finally dawns on him that she's a woman. He tried to flee, but Liu Mingyan of all people starts ENTHUSIASTICALLY answering. He replies sound a little non-con and terrifyingly specific. He's scared.

If he had to guess, SQQ is pretty sure the rest of the peak lords have never gotten laid a day in their life. They were serving up "eternal virgin, my cultivation path is based in purity" vibes. Which meant...there was only LQG left to ask.

So he just...puts it off. Until oops, wife-plotted again. And when he's on top, looking at the way the LQG's eyelashes tremble and his body arches, he winds up blurting: "What do you like, when we're like this?"

And listen. LQG is so in love with him and so entrapped by the idea that he'll only ever get to have SQQ's body when it's strictly necessary. He's also severely compromised at the moment. He can't help but be incredibly embarrassing.

He likes when SQQ praises him! He likes when SQQ presses down on him, slow and sweet, and he likes it when they kiss even though the poison doesn't require it! He's destroyed every time SQQ brushes his lips or fingers over his tear mole, through the baby hairs that curl onto his forehead, or over his trembling eyelashes! He likes the way SQQ opens him up, teasing and tender and mean, and he likes it when they do it somewhere safe and comfortable and thoughtful! Being laid out on SQQ's robes is the best, especially when it's because SQQ thinks the bedsheets aren't good enough quality to touch LQG's skin!!

It's the answer SQQ has been looking for, but he isn't prepared to face it head on, let alone when it tips them both over the edge. Especially when he can't help but start round two by kissing that adorable little mole, when it makes LQG's eyes go glassy and his toes curl-

Somehow his backwards and upside down logic comes around to an almost correct answer. Clearly, the reason it's better with LQG is because LQG is so sensual and MEANT for this.

Still surprised at how few LiuShen affair drama fics exist post BingQiu marriage without it being a 3p setup. Firstly, aphrodisiacs are everywhere in PIDW! The solution to 99% of problems in papapa! Second, SQQ has a long established history of being too curious for his own good and LQG has a history of travelling with him, despite LBH's jealousy. Third, SQQ's inner narration about LQG never shuts up about how pretty he is AND you know SQQ is perfectly capable of doing some truly wild mental gymnastics to justify not only starting an affair, but also keeping it a secret. Just imagine five years down the line, SQQ is casually just like "ah yes, me and Liu-shidi have an agreement whenever we are poisoned" because he's lied to himself so hard he not only believes that this is normal but also that everyone knows.

[mizunetzu]

haha it's me again! could i get iida dating a delinquent male reader? (stuff like he smokes and breaks rules) like iidas trying to get the reader to follow the rules and he's like "i'll do that if you go on a date with me" so he does and the readers actually a really chill guy and they have a fun time, some fluff please?

IIDA DUDE MY GOD. MY RELIGION. MY SAVIOR. ok. Okok so. You said fluff and I delivered. But like-I mayyyyybe sprinkled in some angst. No worries. Fluff ending guaranteed. Also you know I enjoyed writing something when I broke my 1000 words rule. Like sheesh this is 3000 pLUS WORDS-

Also if iidareaders reblogs I’ll eat my shirt in joy

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Iida x reader - Selfish Promise

⚠️warnings - delinquent reader? Selfish-y Iida? Idk. None lmao

Pronouns - male, he/him

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(Y/n) wasn’t going to lie. Iida really got on his nerves. He’s always up his ass about sagging his pants down low, or running in the hallways. It’s not like it was his business. He was in class 1-B, for god sakes.

Everyone in 1-A knew him as that “1-B boy” who always liked fucking with Iida. And he did, it was fun to see him get all pissy and red when he unbuttoned his dress shirt to the point you could easily flash him if you tugged hard enough. Iida was pretty, but even more pretty when he’s flustered. He wasn’t going to deny the fluttery feeling in his chest when he sees an opportunity to interact with Iida.

Which is how (y/n) found himself smoking outside the UA dorms, sitting outside on the steps and staring up at the sky. He didn’t smoke much, only when he really needed to destress, but something felt compelling to just pull one out today.

He already heard the engine boosted footsteps hurling his way, a smile growing on his lips. Once the blue haired boy was in sight however, he wiped it off and replaced it with a neutral expression.

“You shouldn’t be smoking on school property, (L/n)-kun!”

“Mm? And you shouldn’t be on 1-Bs dorms. Wait til Vlad or Monoma finds out.”

Iida stumbled back, biting back the scowl forming on his face. He took the cigarette out from (y/n’s) fingers, and stomped on it. (Y/n) clicked his tongue as Iida hiked his glasses up his nose further.

“Stop acting like such a ruffian!”

“Then go on a date with me.”

Iida choked on his own spit. He knew that (y/n) joked around a lot, but this was just excessive.

“(L-L/n), you shouldn’t joke about such intimate matters like that with someone you barely kn-“

“I’m not joking.” (Y/n) stood up from his step, and stood infront of the taller boy. “I’m dead serious.”

Iida opened his mouth, then closed it. “(L/n) it is highly inappropriate for two students, let alone boys, to go on a romantic outing! This is a place for learning!”

“How bout we make a promise then? A deal if you must.” (Y/n) seemed completely calm, but inside he was sweating like a clam. He had said it on impulse, and there was no going back. Either sell it till he declines or hell, he has a date.

“If you be my boyfriend and go out with me for one full day, I’ll stop acting like a ‘ruffian’ or something. I’ll follow the rules and whatnot.”

“B-boyf...” Iidas words got caught in his mouth. “W-WHY?”

“I’m not going to try anything...! It’s..it’s just for my own...reasons...! If...that makes sense...”

Iida ran a hand through his hair. Did (L/n), a delinquent, like-like him? A proper former man from the Iida family? He wasn’t romantically attracted to the shorter boy at all, but this was a good chance! He could finally be set on the right path if he agreed to be his significant other for one day! Easy enough!

Iida pushed up his glasses once more. “Fine. I will do it. But afterwards you better keep your end of the bargain.”

(Y/n) held the tiniest smile and extended his pinky. Iida looked at him confused, before hesitantly interlocking their fingers and shaking it.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Gimme your number. I’ll text you the info later.” They exchanged phone numbers, and Iida bid him goodbye.

(Y/n) felt like he was on top of the world.

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“Oi Iida! Over here!” (Y/n) waved his arms around frantically, trying to get the boys attention. Iida spotted him, and made a beeline towards him. He gave a smile and bowed slightly.

“Good morning, (L/n)-kun.”

“Morning! Haha, I’m glad you came! I didn’t think you’d actually show...and you’re on time aswell! As expected of uptight iida.”

(Y/n) was in a pink, slightly oversized hoodie and black sweatpants. Iida was expecting him to be in full black, ripped clothing with skulls on it. He wasn’t expecting him to look so...soft? If you looked at him, you wouldn’t think he was the same person smoking on the steps of a prestigious school.

“Oh well, what time did you get here?”

“An hour ago.”

Iida deadpanned. Even he wasn’t that extra. “Why...”

(Y/n) rubbed the back of his neck shyly and chuckled. “I was so happy I couldn’t wait, ahaha!”

(Y/n’s) probably smiled more times today then the whole time he’s been enrolled into UA. It was an odd sight, but Iida felt a sort of proudness that he was probably the only one who got to see this side of him. He glanced at his face one more time, this time, looking at his red eyes and cheeks.

“...are your eyes swollen..?”

“Oh I...I couldn’t sleep...”

(Y/n) awkwardly chuckled for the 100th time that morning. Iida was about to go on a tangent about how sleep is important to you, but (y/n) suddenly grabbed his wrist, and pulled him forwards. He was practically dragging the poor boy.

“Is there anything specific you wanna do, Iida?” (Y/n) mused, looking around the plaza.

Iida shrugged.

“No, not really. Today’s more of your day, so I’m fine with anything.”

A bright red painted itself onto (y/n’s) cheeks, as he turned back around to hide it. It was usually iida getting all red and flustered, (y/n) wasn’t used to it. Still, it felt kinda nice.

“Awesome dude!”

(Y/n) went on rambling about places they could go to or eat at, but Iidas ears drowned out the noice as he looked at his smiling face. He didn’t know someone so...rude, could look so sweet. (Y/n) tugged at Iidas shoulder.

“...though I suppose, we could just go to a field and train, right?”

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(Y/n) got back up to his feet for the 5th time, and charged at Iida. He knew he couldn’t beat him with speed, so he’d have to rely on his quirk as much as he could. They were sparring in a little patch of grass near a small clearing, with a big tree providing the two boys shade. Iida swerved out of the way, making the smaller boy tumble onto the ground face first.

“Ah! (Y/n)! Are you okay?”

Iida rushed to the boys side and tangled his fingers in his hair. “It’s a little swollen but it’s not bleedi...(L/n)-kun...?”

(Y/n) hid his blush with the back of his hands and tensed up. “You..called me...(y/n)...dude..”

It was Iidas turn to tense up. His glasses fogged up as he swung his arms around madly. “IM TERRIBLY SORRY! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR! IJUSTGOTWORRIEDANDSAIDITONACCIDEN-“

“Dude it’s fine! I-I dont mind..!” (Y/n) jabbed him lightly on the chest.

“L-let me treat you to some food! As apology for your head I mean!” Iida stood up, pulling (y/n) to his feet aswell.

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(Y/n) was rambling on nervously again, with chopsticks resting nimbly between his fingers. Iida couldn’t help but gaze at his face. His eyes were softer than he expected, softer than the mockingly hardened eyes he pointed like a sword towards people at UA. His gentle clad smile could raise the heavens, with one crinkle near his left eye and a dimple dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. He had unusually long eyelashes for a guy, but it made him look even more pretty for a bad boy.

“Why are you a delinquent at school when you’re such a sweet and funny person?” The words dripped out of Iidas mouth unconsciously, quickly covering his mouth too late.

(Y/n) flushed bright red, squeezing his chopsticks a little too tightly. “W-well...I don’t know. It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose. People just think I am because i don’t like socializing with everyone I meet? Like-id rather hang out with someone I know and like than go out of my my way to befriend all of class B, y’know? Does that make sense? Ahaha sorry I’m rambling again. I don’t get to talk much with my few friends. And they’ve pretty much heard everything I have to say so it’s refreshingtotalktoa-“

Iida cut him off before he talked his tongue off. “If you don’t talk to people you don’t know well, then why are you talking to me so openly?”

“Because I like you.”

(Y/n) said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He wasn’t tripping over his words, or laughing nervously. He looked at Iida and said it like saying “the sky is blue” with so much certainty, it made a knot tighten in iidas throat.

Iidas question was, why though? Why did his heart thump along the buttery smooth rhythm of (y/n’s) voice? Why did his head reel every time he saw (y/n’s) eyes light up talking about something he found interesting? Why was he at such a loss for words when his gaze fell on him so attentively?

Iida cleared his throat. Maybe he was just excited to have a new friend. He didn’t see him in a romantic light! How could he? He’s just worked up on the fact that this hardass delinquent boy wasn’t who he thought he was.

“Shall we go, then?”

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The date went by like a dream. Technically it wasn’t over yet, as the promise was for a full “day”, but window shopping and dicking around while Iida chops aggressively really tires you out. They both ended the day by sparring at the same clearing, before taking refuge on a bus stop bench. The sun was completely gone. Leaving behind the pasty purple and blue sky, washing over and killing the clouds.

“Ahhh, time flies by so fast! Damn, well, the days still not yet over soooo.”

“Yes, yes I know.” Iida chuckled. He thought he was going to have to bear through this day, but it was actually quite splendid. He definitely feels like he’s made a new friend.

“Well, is there anything you wish to do before the day is over?”

“Yeah um, so,” (y/n) cast his eyes down, fiddling with his fingers. “C-can we hold hands..?”

Iida wordlessly set his hand on top of (y/n’s) smaller one, waiting as he interlocked their fingers together. His hand was warm, way warmer than (y/n) was expected. He didn’t know, Iida seemed like a cold hands guy.

They sat quietly under the ambient streetlight, occasionally rubbing a thumb over the others hand, feeling it’s warmth and staring off into the distance. Iida didn’t notice his eyes drooping lower and lower until they were finally closed.

Iida let his thoughts roam. It was something he did when he was going to bed, or simply just resting his eyes for a bit. He thought of his family, what he would do for class on Monday, and finally, (y/n). It was the most prominent thing on his mind, and not because he was unconsciously resting his head on his shoulder, softly but firmly gripping the warm hand underneath his own.

The idea of (y/n) so soft and vulnerable in front of anyone else didn’t sit right with him. He wanted that sweet, kind side all to himself. It was selfish, and even wrong if he thought about it. (Y/n) was so sweet and respectable during this “date” of theirs. Perfect manners for when inside the classroom. If anything, he should be more than glad to have the world share this side of him.

So why was he feeling this way?

He felt a shoulder nudge from under his head, before a hand started vigorously poking at his cheek. He initially ignored it, but once he registered the current situation he jerked up and

“Iida. Iida wake up. It’s 11:40. We should be heading back before midnight. A-at least I want to so we can um...we can still technically legally hold hands by promise-“

Iida rubbed at his eyes in embarrassment. “My sincerest apologies for falling asleep! It was not my intention-“

”oh no it’s all good! I-I kinda fell asleep too. It’s been like...2 hours.”

Iida checked his watch. (Y/n) was right. 11:45 pm. He knocked his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose and stood up. He extended a hand to (y/n) who tiredly accepted it and pulled himself off the bench.

They spedwalked towards the train station to catch a train back to UA, when (y/n) tugged on his sleeve, halting temporarily.

“Iida.”

Iida turned around with a hum. (Y/n) kept his eyes fixated on the ground, but held on to the sleeve of Iidas jacket like a lifeline.

“Today...is almost over.”

“Yes, um, it’s about 11:57 so we should hurry back-“

“Before the day officially ends,...can you kiss me?”

Iida focused on (y/n’s) downcast face. It wasn’t an expression of nervousness or any sort of flustered emotion. Instead it held a look of unreadable shame.

“If you do, then I would have no regrets. My feelings for you will also end here. I’ll try my best to end it. My feelings grow stronger for you everyday when we bicker or when I simply just see you, so I want to end this with a grand fina-“

“I refuse.”

(Y/n) looked up. Iida glasses glared white, preventing him from seeing his cerulean eyes. But he got his answer from the frown Iida was sporting on his face. Even he could agree, it was a silly request, but he couldn’t help by feeling just a tad bit hurt by how quickly he was shut down.

“I understand.”

(Y/n) averted his eyes, flushing with embarrassment. He scanned the area for something other than Iida to look at, before his eyes landed on the parks clock.

12 am.

Midnight.

The date was officially over.

(Y/n) was quick to let go of the sleeve he’d been clutching for a while now. “A-ah! The day has ended. The dates over.”

He stepped back and ducked his head into a 90 degree bow. “Thank you so so much for coming with me today.”

“I’m really happy.”

His expression betrayed his words. If there was one word to describe it, Iida would say it looked dead. Hollow, even. It looked hollow, like the sinking feeling harboring itself in his chest. He knocked against his ribcage multiple times to shake the achy feeling in his chest, but it never went away.

“Well, let’s head back now. It’s late.”

(Y/n) silently walked past Iida. It wasn’t until seeing his watery face drenched in silent hot tears walk by that Iida realized,

He was in love with (L/n) (Y/n).

He was in love with the sweet delinquent boy who smokes and sits on desks, but also has the most hypnotizing laugh. He was in love with the boy who wore saggy pants to school, but also wore an oversized pink hoodie that made Iida reluctantly imagine him wearing one of his own jackets. Oh, how cute he would look.

He was hopelessly, graciously, entirely in love with (L/n) (Y/n).

Iida ran up to (y/n), who had walked past him and kept going with the assumption that he was behind him. His breath crystallized in the form of fog when he ran, faster than he ever did without using his engines. There wasn’t enough time to hike the fabric of his pants up, and he’d rather not burn them to a crisp with the steam from his engine.

“(L-L/n)!”

He wasn’t sure if he heard him. He was still a great length away.

“(L/n)!”

He was closer now. Close enough for him to hear. He was either lost in his thoughts or outright ignoring him.

“(Y/N)!”

The boy whipped his head around so fast, his tears flung into the cold air and landed beside him on the ground. Iida didn’t think far ahead as to brace for landing, choosing instead to glomp (y/n) into a soul crushing hug. Though, it was more of a tackle with the the way they both tumbled over and hit the ground with a thud.

(Y/n) was able to soften the blow with his quirk, but the impact of Iida landing on his chest still knocked the wind out of him. He was waiting for Iida to start swinging his hands and start apologizing profusely, but instead got pulled up to his knees and encased in a more gentle hug.

He was buried in the crook of Iida neck, who in return nuzzled himself into (y/n’s) hair. They stood, or rather kneeled, in a stiff silence, rocking back and forth ever so gently.

“Sorry.”

“Wah! Don’t apologize! You did nothing wrong, you had the full right to deny my request-“

“No, not for that.” Iida untangled himself from the warmth of (y/n’s) body to look at him seriously. “I’m sorry for breaking our promise. Our deal.”

(Y/n) wiped his stray tears away, all bitterness turning itself into lighthearted confusion. “But you didnt-“

(Y/n’s) words fizzled out in his throat when a pair of lips shut him up. His eyes fluttered closed as he wrapped his arms shakily around Iidas neck, drawing him closer than he already his. After what seemed like forever, Iida suddenly jumped back with fogged up glasses and heavy blush on his face.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking! Forgive me!”

“You know, all you’ve done was apologize all day. Is this what you normally do in class?”

“NO!” Iida fell back on his ass, a yelp escaping from his throat. (Y/n) chuckled ironically, pushing himself up to his feet and extending a hand towards the blue haired boy.

“I still don’t see how you broke our deal.”

Iida dusted himself off and adjusted his glasses. “Well-listen I-“ For once in his life, he was at a loss for words.

“I...want to e-extent it. O-Our date, I mean.”

Iida stood rigid as a board as (y/n) blinked.

“Wait-so like, you’ll go out with me tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“And the day after that.”

“Yes I suppose so.”

“A-and how bout a week from now-“

Iida grabbed (y/n’s) shoulders and shook him roughly. And by rough, I mean rough. This boy has enough beef to throw (y/n) into the sun.

“I-I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU FOREVER! I WANT YOU TO BE MY BOYFRIEND! I...I WANT TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND! I WANT YOUR KINDNESS AND SWEETNESS ALL TO MYSELF! SO BE IT YOU’RE UNINTENTIONALLY A NEGLIGENT BOY AT SCHOOL! I WANT THIS SPECIAL SIDE OF YOU RESERVED FOR MYSELF! IVE NEVER BEEN SELFISH IN MY WHOLE LIFE SO SURELY THIS IS FINE! I WANT TO BE SELFISH! I WANT TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS MORE! I WANT TO GO ON SOME MORE DATES WITH YOU! (Y/N)-KUN I LOVE YOU!”

Iida has never considered himself selfish. He wasn’t the type to want something all to himself. If his friends wanted to be friends with someone he disapproved of, so be it. If he bought food but a fellow classmate was starving, he’d be eating only half as his classmate would be happily munching on their portion. If it was reasonable, he’d be willing to give up anything. It was the right thing to do.

Surely all of those good deeds would permit him to be selfish just this once. He’d never known the feeling of wanting something so bad to the point you felt like you were boiling. Of wanting no one else to have someone look at them the same way they looked at him. And how utterly satisfying it felt to have someone to claim as your own. Just this once couldn’t hurt anyone.

And by god, the impossibly wide smile (y/n) held was one thousand percent worth it.

————

“Halt! No running in the hallways, (L/n)-Kun!”

(Y/n) slowed down to a stop and sighed. “Dude, get off my dick.”

“Still pestering (L/n) huh? As expected of Iida!” Mina and Uraraka giggled, as they both disappeared inside the 1-A classroom. The hallway was empty now, making both Iida and (y/n) relax. (Y/n’s) pissed off expression softened, a smile now growing on his face. Iida swears it’s like talking to two different people. It’s kind of scary.

“Good morning, Tenya-Chan~”

“Uh-uh. Don’t ‘Tenya-Chan’ me. You know the rules. You owe me a kiss for breaking a rule. Gimme.”

Iida made grabby hands at (y/n), puckering his lips jokingly. God, he didn’t want to admit it but (y/n’s) sense of humor was rubbing off on him.

(Y/n) snorted at his boyfriends antics, pressing a gentle kiss onto his mouth. “Well-I gotta go, bye bye, Tenya! See you later. Call me, you sexy lamppost.”

(Y/n) timpered off to his classroom, his bad boy attitude returning once he stepped inside. Iida stood there, in utter confusion, before turning around and walking inside his own class.

“Ne ne, Iida, I’ve noticed you’re kinda like...less strict with that 1-B baddie. What’s up?”

Mina followed behind Iida with a curious, shit eating smile on her face.

“Ah. We...became good friends. He’s not as bad as I thought, I suppose.”

Mina looked at Iida unconvinced.

“You know, I saw you and bad boy kissing out there. My god. Iida. You gay liar.”

Iida, along with probably everyone else in class 1-A, collectively choked on air.

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[hamaon]

☕ xiyao had a healthy relationship

happy one year anniversary to this ask!!

pretty much? i mean. they enjoy spending time together, something that has been proven over for a decade. they try to support each other in the specific ways they each want to be supported (jin guangyao gets someone who is able to listen and try to see his point of view. lan xichen gets someone who single-handedly raises his clan back to greatness lmao (along with the rest of the realm). and also appreciates the Arts, that has to be nice. i somehow managed to forget about those paintings in the study for a while, love those)

(and i'm going to go off on a tangent here and say that i've seen people say that jin guangyao's List Of Everything He's Done For Lan Xichen And You Still Think I Was Going To Fucking Attack You?? is somehow uh, selfish? self-serving? like, that it's one-sided, somehow a burden, this song has gotten referenced

like ah, yes, how jin guangyao has helped lan xichen over the years

saving his life, supporting his clan

if only he had checked with lan xichen to see if his help would be welc-- oh god, what an asshole lan xichen would have to be to feel that those things were in any way, shape, or form, unwelcome)

they don't put each other on an unreachable pedestal, they can be disappointed in each other (i think the xiyao fandom would benefit from acknowledging just how bad their relationship gets there at the end. lan xichen is so disappointed in jin guangyao. one of the foremost emotions jin guangyao feels at the end of his life is fury towards lan xichen)

(tangent. i’ve seen people say that lan xichen is so blindly into this guy that he will willingly forgive every bad thing he has done if he just bats his eyelashes at him or some shit, but this is. so far removed from anything that happens in canon

the jin guangyao that exists in lan xichen’s perception is genuinely a fantastic, humble, productive person who has had to do unfortunate things under difficult circumstances. as far as canon seems to indicate, he is pretty much correct in this assessment, it’s just that the remaining five percent is like... really, really bad, and jin guangyao’s motivations seem to completely shatter that image. lan xichen’s reaction to this isn’t to sweep it under the rug, but to investigate and come to the (debatably correct) conclusion that he never really knew this person in the first place. he is trying to harden himself, at the end. lan xichen sets limits in this relationship (even if his lingering affection makes it difficult for him to keep them at times l m a o i’ll never stop laughing at that accidental "a-yao")

like even if you think that the reason he looks like he might be turning in jin guangyao’s favor at the temple is because jin guangyao is just that good at talking and is actually lying about everything, even then it’s the strength of the argument that’s swaying him. lan xichen cares about who jin guangyao is)

(there’s something in my mind here about how whether this relationship could still work after the finale (i’m not even going to say “in an au” because people return from the dead in this universe) should really depend on how you see jin guangyao’s character, rather than lan xichen’s, who is i believe very straightforward here. if jin guangyao is a sadistic, destructive person with no redeeming qualities, then the relationship is over. lan xichen isn’t into that. if jin guangyao however is a more complex person who has done good and bad things and who isn't destructive by nature, then yes, it is entirely workable

lan xichen is in shock and probably going through all five stages of grief at once at the end, but his default state is to listen when people talk. he doesn’t just take jin guangyao’s death badly, he takes speculations about his motivations there at the end badly too. this isn’t someone grieving a relationship that turned out to be nothing as advertised, he’s in shock that he made such massive mistakes in judgement there at the end. he’s going to feel like he’s missed a step there for the rest of his life)

they don't tell each other everything, which is mostly held to be jin guangyao's problem, some of it because of the genuinely shitty things he's done which uh it makes sense he isn't sharing news about, but some of it seems to be that he doesn't also share with lan xichen about every Problematic thing he does while working under his dad and i'm kind of unsure why he... should. i'm trying to imagine a situation where lan xichen does some shady business because the lan elders deemed it needs doing and can't see how it’s something he’d need to share with people outside of his clan (and of course once jin guangyao becomes the leader of the clan, there's no indication there's anything even going on, other than unprecedented good times for all)

(also, i don't think i'm going to be disappointed in a lower class person not sharing everything he does to survive with an upper class person who, while sympathetic, can't actually relate)

(tangent: jin guangyao not sharing information with lan xichen about personal issues is just fanon, in canon he does it quite nicely. lan xichen doesn't see or understand more of jin guangyao than jin guangyao realizes/wants him to understand, but rather his understanding of jin guangyao has formed precisely because of what jin guangyao himself wants and chooses to share. his understanding of jin guangyao’s standing with the jin for example is informed by jin guangyao sharing these things with him

honestly, over time “jin guangyao spooks at affection like a frightened horse and needs to be wooed before he lets that insurmountable wall down and manages to (against his will!!) share something that takes (ewww) vulnerability” has become something i c a n n o t stand and at times i’ve been like, you know, we never really see lan xichen share anything of substance about himself ever. maybe it’s the other way around, difficult-nut-to-crack lan xichen

but i don’t really think that’s necessarily true either. for plot focus reasons jin guangyao is obviously the character whose circumstances are more in the spotlight for the reader, and we just generally don’t see much of them together, they’re not central characters in that way. who knows what might happen when they’re alone. their communication capacity is pretty great actually, once you actually start putting together everything that has been exchanged between them over the years)

i suppose the unhealthy reading mostly comes down to the villain status, or specifically the method of nie mingjue's murder, and i do want to say that lan xichen is allowed to feel betrayed over this use of his clan's techniques!! he's allowed to feel second-hand guilt over being indirectly made to be an accessory to a murder of a friend. he would be allowed to discontinue this relationship -- for this reason, or any other reason he feels like for that matter

more generally though, the overall situation isn’t really that simple, as nie mingjue is the one who fucking presses the situation that leads to his own death. he is the one making it intolerable. i'm so tired of people pretending that nie mingjue and jin guangyao are somehow peers with equal say in that mess of a situation (hint: the ones on a more equal standing are nie mingjue and fucking jin guangshan, and i hope no one needs a reminder of how jin guangshan feels about this particular son). lan xichen was not meant to be hurt by this method of murder, he was never meant to know about it at all. it was just expedient in every way

i think what ultimately matters to lan xichen is whether jin guangyao felt that he had any other good choices left. the music is very personal to him, and shared in intimate confidence, and that affects him. he also can and does look beyond incidental hurt feelings on his own behalf. as far as nie mingjue pressing an issue jin guangyao has no real say in and making it intolerable goes, ultimately what other choices jin guangyao had were to be killed, to go against his father, and to defect, and we have examples of lan xichen showing he doesn’t consider any of these to be real options (jin guangyao leaving the jin and still having any standing isn’t a realistic possibility, and lan xichen falls squarely on jin guangyao’s side on whether he can go against his father or not. he literally brings it up to nie mingjue on jin guangyao’s behalf)

lan xichen for his part isn't that helpful when it comes to the nie mingjue situation, but hey, we all make mistakes

h o w e v e r, with all that said:

er-ge is not perfect, but he is very, very good. in a story where the rumor mill keeps people warm during lonely cold nights, he tries to approach people as individuals. my interest in dark lan xichen is down the fucking abyss, is what i’m saying, it's down there in the center of the earth. i don’t want to see that shit. it runs counter to everything that makes lan xichen lan xichen

i can however see situations where jin guangyao is pushed to do Some More Bad Things, and i'm not opposed to that happening in a shippy context. jin guangyao's will to survive is one of my absolute favorite traits of his (along with his efficiency and competence in managing just that), regardless of whether he has to step over other people in the course of it. i can’t see a world where he’d willingly hurt lan xichen in any major way, but i can see a world where, let’s say, lan xichen’s autonomy gets put on the back burner, if he turns out to be a hindrance to jin guangyao’s continued survival. i’m not going to call this ‘dark jin guangyao’, just jin guangyao as he is. i wouldn’t be opposed to seeing a difficult world like this

[juudaimes-true-form]

Alrighty! This one is Ricardo di Bovino! He was so fun to do! And without further ado, here we go! (under read more as always!)

General Questions

Welcome one, welcome all! Today I introduce you to… Ricardo! He’s cis and uses he/him pronouns. Currently aged 27, Ricardo has been in a grand total of two relationships both have ended… questionably and honestly, Ricardo hasn’t tried for another since (for reasons discussed later~!)

Ricardo is associated with the Bovino family and is Lambo’s older brother! Both Lambo and he are in a collateral line descending from the first Bovino leader’s brother (not too much unlike Secondo and Primo for Vongola) and were caught up in squabble for the next head when the current one died prematurely from ‘unknown causes’. It led to Ricardo becoming a puppet head and Lambo being sent off on an impossible mission to assassinate Reborn!

For a written description, pale-ish tan skin with large light blue eyes. His eyes stand out against his thick eyelashes and his hair is let up into his very very curly natural state (he’s long given up trying to tame it). Freckles are speckled around his body, densing together at the corner of his eyes. He has pierced ears but doesn’t wear flashy earrings. 

As I said, Lambo is his younger brother ….and Romeo is their cousin. Fact, they all share rather strikingly similar appearances. Romeo and Ricardo could pass for twins when they were younger. Though they’re cousins, they were raised more similar to brothers after Romeo’s dad took Lambo and Ricardo after their parents were unceremoniously murdered. (ah, there’s more to this…! But uh that’d be too long of a tangent here, unfortunately ;-;)

Yes! He’s got a couple, literally. He has two ^^ 

From birth: Retinopathy of Prematurity 

He was a very premature baby which led to him developing an aggressive from of retinopathy Unfortunately, it wasn’t caught quite quick enough and while total blindness isn’t threatened he does have low vision. 

At Age 14: Philemaphobia 

When he was 13, Bianchi and his dad had thought to have Ricardo and Bianchi introduced to each other in hopes of more blossoming from it. However, by that point Bianchi and Romeo had already fallen into their puppy love and neither were happy that Ricardo was their parents’ first choice of partner for Bianchi. 

Ricardo has a dislike and allergies for lemons. Bianchi often used lemon chapstick at the time, so anytime they were around each other, Ricardo would react. Once he realized what was the problem, he’d told Bianchi and Bianchi had stopped. 

However, on the night he turned 14, his uncle hosted a rather grand ball in hopes of announcing Bianchi and Ricardo’s engagement. Then Bianchi and Romeo came together dressed in matching pale-yellow formal clothes. Bianchi leaned in for a kiss and everything about her smelled like lemons. 

Ricardo was too shocked to react and then his allergies did the reacting for him. He spent the next week in bed. 

It wasn’t till a couple months later when he leaned to kiss Lambo on the head and felt sick all over again that he’d known just how badly the shock had been. 

Definitely see into the future! When you don’t know what’s coming you can make a lot of stupid decisions that seem smart at the time. But when you do, you can limit your actions to the best outcomes. He’s not too big on changing the past (what if it brings about a worse future after all…) but seeing into the future would be pretty neat. 

Well, Ricardo’s a little vain. Specifically for his legs. He thinks they’re his best physical asset. They are very long, he wears shorts just to show them off. He would never admit it out loud though.

KHR SPECFIC QUESTIONS

Ricardo is flameless! Much like Romeo, actually. It was a surprise to everyone when Lambo turned up with lightning flames and no one else got any. It’s partially the reason Lambo ended up with Tsuna. (Reborn had hoped for Ricardo to be Tsuna’s Lightning but as time dwindled and Lambo became the only option, he settled for what he could get.)

He is a very huge fan of blades. They are amazing, talented with a whole lot of them. For everyday protection, he carries around a flame-beaded sword. For unfriendly duels, he’s a fan of duel hooked swords and for friendly duels, rapiers are always in fashion, are they not?

In the case that he was truly really unprepared.. Well anything can be a weapon right? He’ll fight as dirty as he can, throwing things, flinging sand, anything that’ll give him a chance to run. 

Oh fun fact for fun stuff! When he was younger, he’d hoped to be a sun flame like his mom since yellow was his favorite color and having yellow flames just sounded so out of this world cool to him. (He was also a huge Lussaria fan at this time. He hadn’t met any of the Varia at that time but Lussaria looked the coolest to him ^^. The first time he actually meets Lussaria, he’s just about over the moon~)

KHR CHARACTER QUESTIONS

Not too much, I’m afraid. They’d get along well until Ricardo accidentally drops the fact that he’s the one who came up with the idea to send Lambo on a mission. After that the tension is palatable. Tsuna is angry that Ricardo could even think of doing such a thing to his younger brother and Ricardo sees him as ignorant for thinking Lambo was better off by his side.

Well, Reborn had wanted Ricardo to be Tsuna’s lightning guardian so he’d have to have seen some potential in him. Unfortunately, as Ricardo grew and became less driven to do anything great, less resolved Reborn’s opinion on him changed as well, seeing him as wasted potential. If Reborn appeared out of a wall-hole, Ricardo wouldn’t notice till he made a sound, his eyesight isn’t that well either and once he realized it he’d probably jump in fright. Who’d expect the World’s Greatest to jump out of a hole at them?! 

Ricardo’s a fan of small talk and uses it to fill up space. Perhaps Hibari will tolerate it to a degree but Ricardo would want active participation and at some point Hibari would get annoyed and leave. In a fight, as long as Ricardo can hear him it’ll be fine… probably. 

He wouldn’t. Ricardo’s just so laid back and relaxed that you wouldn’t really think of him in a romantic light. I think they’d be good friends when Skull needs a place to lie low and someone to keep company. If Skull insisted on a date, Ricardo would drive him away, period.He wouldn’t want a relationship when he knows his fear of kissing in general. It’d make him guilty, especially when Skull is such a physical person and Ricardo doesn’t think he can provide that. So he’d rather not start something he can’t finish. 

Poor, poor Ricardo. He can barely see Yamamoto as it is and he doesn’t know enough of the rules to know when he’s up batting. So Ricardo really just cheers whenever the side he’s on cheers and hopes that one of them was for Yamamoto. (Between the both of us, he hadn’t realized there was a ball flying towards him till it’d hit him. Luckily, he’d gotten away with a bloody nose and a new wariness of baseball.)

Ricardo would be so happy to watch over the three munchkins! They’d have an amazing night together and be all tuckered out by the time Nana came back ^^ Very quickly, Ricardo becomes their preferred babysitter anytime he’s in town. 

Ricardo isn’t picky but he is an adventurous taster! Often he’ll offer to make Nana something or another he’s just tried and fallen in love with. He’s got a spice-resistant tongue so he can… overdo it with the peppers at times… He’ll eat sweet stuff, sometimes, it depends on his mood but his favorite drink hails from Northern Nigeria: Tigernut Milk. It’s so sweet and so delicious that he insists on always bringing Nana a bottle or two of it whenever he drops by. 

Technically, Ricardo is the official boss of the Bovino famiglia (he survived the succession, yay!) but he’s more of a puppet-head than anything else and he’s completely aware of that. He figures he’ll let the old geezers die off one by one since they’re not doing anything bad so far and he’ll properly lead the family once the last one’s been mourned. So he gets free reign to do pretty much anything and has bodyguards protecting him head to toe. It’s like an extended vacation, he thinks.

I desperately want to know more about people's khr OCs! Specifically yours @lilacdon20 and also yours @masterdisastre !!!!

But really anyone is very welcomed to reblog this with ramblings of their OCs!

Yes You! The person reading this! I want to know about your OCs specifically!!!!

Also you are all welcomed to tag other people who's khr OCs you like as well!! ANYONE IS WELOCME! /pos

Questions, if needed because flustered or confused, are under the Read more!

First up! General questions!

What is their name? Their pronouns? Age? Gender identity? Sexuality? (if any of that matters lmao)

Are they somehow related to another khr character? In what way?

What does your oc look like? Do you have any art of them? Picrew also welcomed! Ai art... Not preferred >:/

What are their relationships to other khr characters? Pairings you like with your oc? Adopted siblings and parents maybe?

Actually what's the family situation of your oc? Do they have siblings that's a background character perhaps? (example: sometimes I give Kusakabe Tetsuya a brother)

Does your oc have a mental illness? Neurodivergencies? Other disabilities? At what age did they get these disabilities if they weren't born with them?

If they had a super power what would it be?

Free Space! [Anything else you want to talk about?]

Khr specific questions:

What's their flames? And how many flames do they have? One? More? None?

How do they use their flames? If they have one.

If they don't have a flame, how do they fight? Do they fight at all?

If they can't fight for any reason, what's their preferred method of self defense?

Free space! [insert any khr specific question you want!]

And last but not least and mostly for fun!!! Khr character questions:

How much does Tsuna want to protect your oc upon first meeting them? After knowing them a minute, is Tsuna now scared of them or worried about them?

Does Reborn think they're pathetic or does he have a slight respect for them? If he suddenly appeared out of a wall-hole, how would your oc react?

Would Hibari Kyoya be able to stand being in a room with them for five minutes? How long do they last in a fight against him?

Would your oc go off rambling about crytids with Gokudera? If yes, which is their fave cryptid?

Would Skull try to flirt with them? Would he score a date? Pity date or genuine interest?

How loud does your oc cheer when Yamamoto hits a home run? What if the ball hit them?

Would your oc be able to last an hour watching over Lambo, I-pin and Fuuta? What if they all had sugar beforehand?

What food would Sawada Nana cook for your oc? What's their favourite food? Drink?

Free space! [insert any other character questions you want!]

There is no pressure for anyone to answer of course. I just want to get to know more OCs and their creators. I'm talkative lately so I'll try to keep up with the reblogs as best I can :3

Multiple reblogs for multiple OCs are also very very welcomed!

[hopelesshawks]

Ash and Dust Part 7- Opportunities

18+ Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: You first meet Dabi on the worst night of your life after unwittingly walking into the very bar the League of Villains made infamous. That should probably be the end of the story. You stumble on the remnants of one of the most infamous terrorist groups in the history of Japan, get viciously murdered or call the cops and get them arrested, the end. Except that’s not the end of the story. It’s only the beginning.

Masterlist Help Lulu (Kofi)

Waking up the morning after reclaiming your bedroom (at least in part) is jarring for two reasons.

The first is that you’re waking up next to Dabi.

For some reason you thought he might wake up before you, even though he’s pretty routinely demonstrated that he’s not an early riser. Perhaps you expected the knowledge that he was sleeping in the same bed as you to perturb him enough to get him up early. Instead your eyelashes had fluttered open to find him still deeply asleep with his face only a few inches from yours.

You fully intended on simply rolling over to either fall back asleep or get on with your day but you’d found yourself enthralled with his sleeping face instead. You know Dabi’s smirks, sneers, and scowls like the back of your hand after a little over a month of living with him. His resting face, however, is entirely foreign to you. You’ve never had a moment alone with him where he wasn’t antagonizing you and it’s odd to see him so peaceful. Your eyes trace over his face, taking in the extent of the scarring on his jaw and beneath his eyes, but also appreciating the unmarred expanses of skin as well. It strikes you that Dabi is pretty. It shouldn’t be surprising considering what you’ve seen of the youngest Todoroki in the press but even still. In another world where he’d never become the wanted criminal he is today, you wonder if he’d be a heartbreaker or a sweet, gentle type. Would he be as quiet and polite as his brother seems to be or would he still get a thrill from bantering with someone who isn’t afraid to banter right back? Would he be in the tabloids with a different girl every week or settle down early with his high school sweetheart? You’re fascinated by the idea of what the scarred man before you would be without the tragedy and the trauma. You might’ve sat there just taking him in until he woke up if not for the second reason waking up that morning was so jarring.

Your phone has been pinging literally non-stop.

You’ve never resented your notification sound more as its shrill tone continues to echo in your room, putting the fragile peace at risk. Even before you found yourself as alone as you are now your phone was never this busy. As much as you try to ignore it and wait for the tidal wave of what you assume are spam notifications to end, the sound finally drives you to turn over and grab it. Your eyes widen as you take in the sheer amount of Twitter notifications you have. As you unlock your phone and navigate over to the app your mentions are literally flooded with Deku fans screaming about your talent and how lucky you are. It’s a confusing litany of fangirling that you try to weed through until you get to one mention in particular that makes your breath catch in your throat.

You got a mention from the rising hero himself.

Holy shit.

You’ve never clicked a tweet so quickly in your entire life. Not only are you stunned to find he’s seen and loved your work but he also mentions wanting to talk if you’re interested. Sure enough, when you navigate over to the messages section of the app, a feature you’ve never bothered to use, you notice a message request from Midoriya ‘Deku’ Izuku waiting for you. It takes everything in you not to scream as you read the message there over and over before finally hopping out of bed and moving to the kitchen to call the number he’d left you. It’s a little endearing that he’d been so quick to hand out his number to a complete stranger on the internet but you also can’t help but wonder how someone so naive could be the same man drawing headlines over his heroics and combat skill. You’re not exactly a Deku fangirl but it’s still wild to be dialing a celebrity’s number as you punch in the numbers and then wait for it to ring.

On literally the second ring the phone is answered. “Pro Hero Deku at your service! Who’s calling?” the young man answers chirpily. “Uhh, this is (y/l/n)? You messaged me on twitter?” “Oh! Right! Yes! Hello! One second!”

You can hear Deku excusing himself from whatever room he’s in, a disgruntled voice mumbling something you can’t hear, causing Deku to reply with a hushed “Sorry Kacchan! I’ll be right back!” before there’s more shuffling and finally the sound of a heavy door closing.

“Ok I’m back! Thanks for reaching out to me so quickly!” he finally says now that he’s, apparently, in a better place to talk.

“Yea, of course I guess I’m just shocked you liked my art so much and really appreciate you drawing so much attention to it,” you explain, feeling short of breath at how surreal the situation is.

“Of course! You’re really talented! Your work deserves to get attention!”

“Thank you but, uh, why exactly did you want me to call you?”

“Right! It’s about your artwork.”

“Ok?”

“I want to sell it!”

“What?”

“Wait well no not sell it. Or not sell that particular piece although it is a nice piece and if you wanted to theoretically you could probably sell it although I guess it’s available for free online already so maybe people wouldn’t want to pay for it. Although it’s a painting right? And people buy or pay to go see paintings you can see online all the time so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad but if it’s for your own enjoyment you may not want to give it up which would be totally understandable and also how would that work logistically? If the painting is rather large it may be unwieldy to try and ship it to whoever purchases it, in which case would you have to meet up to try and give it to them by hand? But then that necessitates meeting up with a complete stranger on the internet and what if the person who buys it doesn’t live near you or, since it is the internet, doesn’t even live in Japan? Then you have to contend with international shipping and-”

“Uhh, Deku?” you ask cautiously, barely able to process the mumbling of the young man on the phone.

“Ah! Sorry! I can kinda end up on tangents sometimes... What I mean to say is that I’m not trying to sell the painting you posted or anything but I think you’re really talented as an artist and one of my friends is looking for someone to design a new merch collection.”

One of his friends? Your mind instantly starts running through his impressive list of ex classmates. Your first thought is Dynamight and immediately you shudder at the idea. He may be years younger than you but the aggressive pro hero still scares the shit out of you. Uravity could be an interesting hero to work with although you’re not quite sure you vibe with her aesthetic. Or maybe he’s talking about the new Ingenium?

“You’re real fucking loud in the mornings, you know that Doll?” Dabi asks with a groan as he comes walking into the room with a stretch.

You hurry to shush him, not wanting to lose the opportunity being presented to you, which earns you a curious look. Before you can react Dabi is snatching your phone out of your hand and putting it on speaker. You don’t dare protest verbally and risk alerting Deku of the situation so you have to settle for glaring at Dabi as he smirks at you.

“Yea so, anyway, Shouto really needs new merch but wanted something a little more sophisticated on the designs and I feel like you’d be perfect for that you know? Making all his stuff mini works of art. So what do you say?” Deku asks, his voice still brimming with that same enthusiasm while your blood runs cold. You’re genuinely scared to look up at Dabi’s face to see what he thinks about the idea of you working with his little brother. You hold your breath, Deku’s chipper voice going nervous as he asks “Hello? You still there?”

To your immense surprise, when you finally have the courage to bring your eyes up to meet Dabi’s, he’s got an almost feral grin. “You better take the fucking job,” he hisses delightedly, sending a chill down your spine as you stutter out a response to Deku, your eyes never leaving Dabi’s.

“Yea, sorry just processing. I’d, uh, I’d be happy to help out.”

“Great! I’ll pass your number on to Shouto and you two can meet up and figure out details!”

“Ok.”

“Cool, thanks (y/l/n)! Hopefully I’ll see you around!”

You hum noncommittally before hanging up the phone, still waiting for the other shoe to drop as you practically watch the gears turning in Dabi’s head.

“You’re…. Not mad I’m going to be working with your brother?” you ask cautiously.

“Oh no, I’m fucking delighted Doll. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re gonna help me have a little fun.”

A/N: We are finally starting to get to the meat of the story omg. I’m sorry this fic has been so slow going, especially compared to my others, but if you stick with I’m pretty sure it’ll be worth it. I appreciate each and every one of y’all that’s been reading this fic because main motivation to write it has been hard

Taglist: @thechroniclesofawriter @simpsfortodoroki @ahtsuwu @oliviasslut @larkspyrr @oikawaandkuroostan @tina-98 @vibesdontlie @clubfairy

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If at first you don’t succeed... just live with your mistake

“My mommy’s the Style Queen.”

“Well my mommy’s an Italian Ambassador.”

Chloe scoffs. “So? My dad is the Mayor of Paris.”

AKA Chloe and Lila have a dick measuring contest.

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“This is your fault, Audrey! She acts exactly like you when you’re jet lagged and caffeine deprived. She definitely got it from you.”

“Excuse me?” Audrey delicately slams her iced mocha down on the imported Rosewood table. “She got it from me? I’m not the one whose name Chloe has dropped in every one of her little school fights.”

“I just don’t understand.” Gianna Rossi nurses her head in her hand. The whiskey  that was delivered to her didn’t have the opportunity for water to condense on the sides, so the table remains free of stains. “How did Lila end up this way? I’ve always tried to lead by example, and I spend as much time with her as I can!”

Audrey pats Gianna’s forearm with a gloved hand. “Maybe it’s just teenage rebellion, darling.”

“I wish,” Gianna says, glumly. “Do you think it’s because she grew up without one of her parents?”

“Nonsense,” Andre waves his hand, still wearing the pretentious ribbon that proclaims he is the mayor of Paris. “Chloe grew up with a mother, and she turned out exactly the same way.”

He mutters more quietly, “Though a mother that was gone so often she might as well not have even been there.”

Audrey smacks Andre on the arm. “You know very well that you were gone more often when she was a baby. We agreed that we would rotate focusing on our careers every few years.”

“Yes, honey, but I’ve been on Chloe duty for the past eight years. You only took care of her when she was a toddler.”

“Who was the one who had to change diapers Andre? The one who woke up at 3 AM to feed her? The one who taught her the goddamn alphabet? Tell me that, Andre, tell me that.”

Gianna motions for another drink to be brought over by the butler that Andre and Audrey employ. Audrey holds up a hand and shakes her head. “Don’t do it, Gianna. It’s almost 4:30. School is going to get out soon.”

Pressing her head up against the lacquered wood, Gianna sighs. “All the more reason for me to drink.”

“You don’t want to be inebriated when you have to deal with Lila, do you?”

“I do,” Gianna wails. “I have to be! Do you know that Lila makes me drink more than my job does? And I’m the one who has to file all of those awful akuma attacks that always end up targeting Italian tourists because some people are still not over what we did in World War II!”

“Italy did do a lot of awful things back then,” Andre mutters.

“Shut it! Whether it’s right or wrong, one akuma attack out of every twenty five deals specifically with the prejudice against Italy. Italian tourists get caught up in seven attacks out ten. I’ve had to issue so many incident reports that I think I’m going to get carpal tunnel soon.”

“I can’t believe you have the statistics on those.”

Gianna’s voice shoots up two octaves. “You’re the mayor of Paris. Shouldn’t you be keeping track of statistics like these?”

“Ah,” Andre laughs awkwardly. “Of course I am. But back on topic. Who do you think it’s going to be this time? Chloe or Lila?”

A moment of silence. Then, in tandem, all three of their phones buzz.

“You just had to jinx it, didn’t you, Andre?” Audrey pulls out a pocket mirror, reapplies her lipstick, then stands. “Let’s go see what our girls did this time, non?”

Placing her sunglasses over her eyes, Audrey continues, “A hundred euros that the Dupain-Cheng girl will be one of their targets.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, honey. That girl has too much of a spine for either of them to get her involved.”

Gianna sobs for the umpteenth time that afternoon. “If Lila was just a little bit more like Marinette, so many of my problems would be relieved! Do you think if I pay her enough, she’ll be friends with my daughter?”

Audrey and Andre exchange glasses. Andre shakes his head. “Friendship won’t work. We tried to get our Chloe to play with Adrien. He’s still as well-mannered as ever, but Chloe… In any case, I’ll raise your hundred euro bet to one fifty and say that Sabrina will be involved.”

“That’s no fun,” Audrey complains. “You always take the obvious bets.”

The three parents make their way to Andre’s limo. Gianna may or may not take two shots of vodka on her way there.

#

“Chloekins!” Andre stretches his arms out to his daughter. His bad knee pops twice as he gets down to kneel.

“I don’t know why he insists on playing good cop bad cop when it hasn’t worked once in the past five years,” Audrey says to Gianna. 

“At least you have a significant other to make that work. I have to be the good cop and the bad cop, all in one person, and it hasn’t worked ever. Maybe I should try looking for other single parents. Adrien’s father is single, right? And Adrien is such a sweetheart. Maybe I should try--”

Audrey waves her clutch slightly in the air to cut her off. “Trust me when I say that is an awful idea. Not only does the man still believe Emilie is alive, but he also keeps an obscene amount of iconography of her in his bedroom in his manor. And even if he somehow gets over Emilie, wish isn’t going to happen anytime soon, that snake, Nathalie, has been waiting in the wings even before Adrien was born.”

Gianna’s shoulders slump. “I thought ‘the good ones are all taken’ is only a phrase that’s supposed to be used by students.”

“Daddy!” Chloe stomped her foot. “I demand that you deport this-- this miscreant from Paris at once!”

“Daddy’s so proud of you for learning a new big word.” Andre continues to fawn over his daughter while Chloe and Lila’s classmates look on disgustedly at the dual display of affection and undermining Chloe’s intelligence. Nino lets out something that sounds suspiciously like, “Sick burn, dude.”

“Daddy!” Chloe’s voice gets even higher, and Audrey counts at least five of Chloe’s classmates cover their ears and wince. Andre glances back at Audrey, clearly expecting her to come in and lay down the law. Audrey doesn’t even bother raising an eyebrow in disbelief, She just stays completely still until her husband gets the point and turns back to their daughter, shoulders slumped.

“Sweetheart, we can’t just deport Lila for no reason,” Andre tries to placate Chloe, unsuccessfully. Somehow, the classmates and the teacher have gotten a hold of popcorn, and are now sharing it amongst themselves. 

“I told you. It’s not for no reason. It’s because she’s a miscreant!”

Andre falters. He’s always given into Chloe’s demands, and Audrey has always been the one to fix things after. He gives in. “Okay, sweetheart. Then we can--”

“Hold on.” Gianna steps in between Andre and Chloe. Audrey smells alcohol coming from her mouth. Gianna’s cheeks are slightly pink. Audrey, herself, doesn’t believe in midday drinking, or really, drinking at all-- she thinks that it ruins skin and that inebriated people simply aren’t attractive-- but perhaps if Audrey wasn’t so involved in the fashion world, she’d be a little more similar to Mme. Rossi. “How about we hear both sides of the story before deciding what needs to be done?”

Lila and Chloe lock eyes, then immediately turn away with each other, crossing their arms at the exact same time. If Audrey didn’t remember every detail of Chloe’s birth because it was so painful, she’d be inclined to believe that the two girls were twins, or siblings at the very least. They’re just too similar in their mannerisms to believe that they’re completely unrelated.

Fluttering her eyelashes and playing up the image of a false saint that precisely nobody in the school believes anymore, Lila, looks at Andre and Gianna through watery eyes. “Chloe was bullying people! I simply had to intervene.”

“That’s not true! She was the one who started it!”

Gianna sighs. If she were any less of a woman, she would immediately buckle to the ground. But she’s been dealing with the Italian-Parisian politics, which are often fraught with tension, for nearly three decades, and with one Lila Rossi for thirteen years. “Why don’t we hear from an impartial third party?”

The three parents turn on the rest of the classroom. Sometime during the chaos, Caline Bustier fainted, and was promptly escorted to the nurse’s office by Mylene and Ivan. No matter. Caline isn’t the most… impartial or intelligent person they have to choose from. Audrey does feel slightly responsible for her lack of intelligence, as Chloe beaned Caline in the head with objects of various size and weight throughout Ecole, which is why the woman isn’t out of a job. 

“Marinette and Adrien. Why don’t the two of you tell us what happened?” Audrey points at the two teens that are whispering to each other. They certainly have an interesting dynamic. If Marinette was taller, she’d love to have the two of them model for some of her shoots, together. No matter. She still has time to grow, and she has it on good word that Sabine is doing all she can to make sure her daughter grows to at least Tom’s height.

Chloe gasps. “You remember Maritrash’s name, but not mine?”

Beneath her sunglasses, Audrey rolls her eyes. Really, she makes one attempt at the younger generation’s humor, and it backfires on her horribly. She fired the intern who recommended that joke to her, so there’s really nothing more to be done. This is why it’s just so much easier to be harsh. 

Luckily, Adrien deescalates the situation before Chloe starts on a second tangent that will likely end in tears instead of a fit of rage. Audrey wonders if she’s really that emotional when she’s jetlagged and in need of a pick-me-up. She’ll have to ask her assistant, next time.

“Well, it really started as two seprate issues at first.” Adrien rubs the back of his head and looks down at his feet. Maybe there’s a tradeoff. Indiscriminate rage in exchange for common sense. Confidence exchanged for timidity. “Chloe was… upset because she didn’t get a perfect on the last assignment Sabrina submitted for her.”

Audrey rolls her eyes again. What, there’s a reason she wears sunglasses everywhere she goes. She simply can’t deal with people’s stupidity, or when people make clearly exaggerated-- or in this case, very, very, almost criminally under exaggerated, judging by the bruises forming on Sabrina’s knees-- claims.

“And Lila was spinning another lie about Jagged Stone to Nino. Something about her being his lovechild,” Marinette finished. Now there’s a girl who has confidence, is more than confident at her craft, and is pretty. Really, the only negative things that she’s heard about the girl is that she’s sort of a clutz and rather bad at getting places on time, but both of those can be remedied. Etiquette class and a personal driver, and everything will be fixed. 

There’s also the small matter about her apparently having the capability of picking locks and hyper fixating on whatever she likes, but Audrey has been trapped by men trying to get a ransom from Andre at least four separate times, and she wouldn’t be here today if she wasn’t a bit of a daredevil of lycee. As for the hyperfixation, so long as she’s able to move onto a new area of interest in time for each new collection, Audrey sees no reason why Marinette can’t excel in the fashion world.

“Lila Rossi! You know you are not the daughter of Jagged Stone! You’re going to be grounded for two weeks!”

Marinette nudges Adrien. “Excuse me, Mme. Rossi. Why don’t we finish the whole story before issuing any punishments? There’s… more.”

Adrien is associated with that good boy next door kind of aesthetic, but he pulls off unintentionally mildly ominous like he was born to do so. 

“The short of it is that Chloe pushed Sabrina, Sabrina fell onto Lila, and that made Lila and Nino kiss. After that,” Marinette eyes Nino, who is wiping his mouth with his eighth wet wipe and being soothed by Alya with an arm on his shoulder. “Well, things kind of devolved from there.”

“You mean,” Chloe hisses. “That this wannabe pulled my hair, scratched my face, and knocked me to the ground!”

“You made me bleed!” Lila pulls her sleeve up. There aren’t actually any marks, but there aren’t any marks on Chloe, either. 

“They did roll around on the floor for a while,” Alya admits, “But both of them were so up in each other’s business that it's difficult to make out who actually landed a hit on who, if either of them did manage to hurt each other. I have the footage, but even after we watched it a few times, it really just looks like the two of them are bear hugging each other on the floor.”

“Are you guys forgetting the real victims here?” Kim half shouts. “My beautiful face!”

Alix slaps him on the back. “Don’t worry about it. If it scars, it’ll just make you look mysterious. If it doesn’t… well I can’t say that your looks were ever good to begin with.”

Sabrina shuffles her feet. She’s definitely less injured than Kim’s nail scratches, with only bruising on one arm and on both of her knees. 

“Chloe didn’t do anything bad,” she defends. “She’s perfect just the way she is!”

“That’s right, servant.”

Marinette turns to Adrien with a question in her eyes. He nods. 

She bangs her head against his shoulder.

“Sorry about that, Chloe’s voice just really grates on me sometimes. I need to knock my head in order to get the ringing to stop.”

Lila shoots a smug look at the blonde girl. “See?”

“Lila’s too,” Marinette says, then bangs her head against Adrien’s shoulder one more time for good measure. “Adrien, Alya, do either of you want to continue?”

Adrien pulls Marinette into his chest. Alya steps forwards as the Champion of the Truth. “After their catfight, Kim and Sabrina broke them up. Sabrina took Chloe, Kim took Lila. After the two of them were separated, Mlle. Bustier went to M. Damocle’s office so all three of you were contacted. Chloe tried to go at Lila again once Sabrina loosened her hold, but Marinette geupplexed her.”

“Seriously,” Marinette stares at Chloe’s completely unruffled appearance. “What kind of hairspray does Chloe even use? Her hair is made of steel.”

“Her hairspray is made from venom and spite, dude.”

The tell tale sirens of a police car approach. “Oh, by the way, did M. Damocles not tell you that the police were going to take both of them in for questioning?”

“No,” Gianna Rossi says, curling in on herself. “No, he most definitely did not.”

Chloe and Lila are led away in handcuffs while the parents stand in a group, almost numbly.

“Why are our children like this?” Gianna pulls her hair. She’s had to take off so much time from her job this month alone in order to accommodate Lila’s ridiculous behaviors.  

“Be comforted by the fact that they’re not working together. Can you imagine the kind of plans they’d think up?”

“Actually,” Alya interjects. “They have. Were you never contacted for the time they sent Marinette flying out the window?”

“WHAT?”

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Fools

Author: @izurusfattiddies/fxckthisfxckthat

For: @hadrian-pendragons

Pairings/Characters: Komaeda/Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Hajime Hinata, and a splash of Izuru Kamukura and a few mentions

Rating/Warnings: Self Doubt, Hurt and Comfort

Prompt:  Hurt/comfort Hinata and Kamakura and trying to figure out Komaeda.

Author’s notes: This is actually my first ever Danganronpa fic! If the characters seem a bit off I apologize.  I had a lot of fun writing this however and I hope you like reading it!

Komaeda was certainly a man of… puzzling standing. While a seemingly normal person, the moment he opened his mouth made anyone jerk to a halt. He was needlessly self deprecating, and his mindset was far too complicated for most people to decipher. Even Kamukura had difficulty understanding him, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Then Komaeda would likely become boring. But Hinata wanted that. So they’d work together to figure him out. It couldn’t be that hard, right?

“I’m surprised you wanted to spend time with me.” Komaeda spoke as Hinata held out a trip ticket for him. Hinata sighs. “Of course I want to. You are one of my classmates.”

   “I’m not sure I’m worth wasting the-”

   “Where do you want to go?”

Komaeda paused then. Hinata could see the gears turning in his head, as if trying to figure out where Hinata wanted to go. A hand under his chin as he debated their options. “I suppose we could go to the beach…” And then they went off, changing into their bathing suits in their rooms. Though for a while, Hinata just stared into the mirror.

You know this won’t help, right?

“I just want to know him better, that’s all.”

You get attached too easily. It would be easier if I did this.

“You’re too cold. He’ll notice. He’s not an idiot.”

The little trip went well, though for the most part Komaeda stayed out of the water. They made a sand castle together, but a coconut fell on top of it as soon as they finished to Komaeda’s displeasure. He apologized for his luck ruining the event with the sweetest smile that almost made Hinata’s heart jump out his throat. Why was that smile so appealing? Hinata couldn’t tell you why but he just returned one of his own and reassured the other that it was fine.

But that smile kept him up that night. He couldn't wrap his head around why he felt the way he did. Hinata seemed to just be missing a piece of the puzzle. Izuru had other ideas however.

You l-

"No, I don't. I'm just curious about him."

...If you insist.

"I do insist."

Izuru seemed to have had their Hinata's feelings in order, much to Hinata's disappointment. The mystery of his own feelings had been solved by someone who couldn't feel in the first place. It was frustrating, to say the least.

The rest of the night is spent trying to figure out his own feelings and Komaeda. Trying to find out how he ticks. It didn't seem to click with him. All of those gentle smiles with such harsh words about himself. Holding everyone on such a pedestal due to their talent. His near obsession with hope. It was all just confusing.

The next day something suprising happened.

"Would you like to spend time with me? I know I'm not worthy of your time, but-"

"Sure, I don't mind." Hinata is quick to nip the self deprocation quickly. He has to admit, he's never liked when Komaeda goes on one of those tangents. "Any place in mind?"

Again, Komaeda seems to put just as much thought into his suggestion like the time before. "How about the library?" The curly haired male spoke up after putting far too much tought into his answer.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the building due to the nature of the island's set up. Pushing open the large door, the two enter. Komaeda seems to be on auto pilot then, maneuvering over to a certain section, Hinata just seems to mirror his pattern, following behind. "Know what your looking for?"

Komaeda nods with a small hum, crouching in front of the shelve, running his finger along the spines of the books. He seemed so focused, to the point where Hinata didn't want to break his trance. Soon enough, he plucks a book from the shelf, standing and reading the back for a moment before nodding to himself. "I've been looking for this for a while," Komaeda spoke up then. "It just always seemes to disappear when I came to get it. Just my luck really." He let's out a small laugh and that leaping feeling came back, a faint blush threatening to creep up on Hinata.

Komaeda's laugh seemed to have this way of lighting up the room. He wanted to know why.

"Is there anything you want to read?" Green eyes blink curiously at him. To be honest, he wasn't very big on reading. He mainly came just to spend more time with him.

"Not really, but what's your book about?"

Those same green eyes widen slightly, blinking a few times. Was... Was he not expecting to be asked that?

"Ah, I'm not very good at describing things, however-" He hands over the book, attempting to give a rough summary. The book was supposed to be a romance novel, and it seemed intresting enough even though he had no clue of what was happening, since he was jumping into the middle of the series. "If you want to, we could read it together...?" Komaeda offered.  

Well a little reading wouldn't kill him.

Apparently Komaeda read much faster than him, having to wait for Hinata to catch up before turning the page. Though it didn't help that instead of reading he couldn't help but to let his eyes wander over to Komaeda, focused on reading with his head propped up on his hand.

Like the little frown on his face when Komaeda was focused on something. Or his little reactions as he read something, from having his eyes widen a bit to that frown deepening, to a ghost of a smile.

At some point during Hinata's reading. He feels something hit his shoulder. He's quick to glance over and what he saw caught him off guard. Komaeda had fallen asleep and fell against his arm.

Had his eyelashes always been white? Hinata never noticed before now. And he swore he saw faint freckles across his face. A part of him wanted to wake him up but it felt like doing that was a crime. For now, he just draped an arm over him so he wouldn't fall.

You should tell him.

Kamukura spoke up, as Hinata lie awake in bed once again.

"Tell him what?"

That you like him.

"Of course I do. He's my friend." He laid an arm over his head, staring up at the ceiling. At this point he had the pattern memories. He wondered if the other rooms had the same pattern.

Don't lie to yourself. I see how you look at him. You're infatuated with him.

"Whatever."

Days turned to weeks, the two kept spending more and more time together much to their classmates' dismay. Stolen glances had been frequent among each other. It had been a wonder how neither had been caught, though Hinata swore he'd seen a blush creep up on Komaeda more than once.

But now it was the night before the end of their trip. Everyone had been celebrating how close they'd gotten, and they were enjoying their last night together in this strange predicament regardless of the storm outside.

Hinata didn't mind sticking to the wall, occasionally chatting with his fellow classmates. However there was something missing. Well, someone to be more specific.

He hadn't seen Komaeda in the past couple of hours which was strange. Komaeda might not have always spoken up much in the group, but he always lingered near by. Hell even Nanami had been chatting, playing video games with some of the others.

He decided to go find him and drag him back if need be. The rain had picked up significantly since the party had started, Hinata being drenched with minutes of being outside. He looked around the hotel, even going to check Nagito's room and having no luck finding the male. He keeps looking however and it pays off, finding Komaeda sitting on the beach.

He's soaked to the bone, curls clung to his face as he stares out into the ocean. He looked like a wet dog, to put it nicely. Hinata makes his way over, standing next to the other.

"You're going to get sick out here, you know that right?"

Komaeda flinched hearing a voice he hadn't expected, though he looked up with a smile. "I'd get sick regardless Hinata. You of all people should know that."

He sits down next to the other then. "Gonna tell me what's got you out here?"

The response he gets is a shrug as he returns to staring out at sea. "I know I should be happy, that we all get to leave but... I'm not."

"Want to tell me why?"

"It's pointless."

"I'm not so sure about that."

A few moments pass in silence, though it never feels uncomfortable, like when a conversation falls between two close friends, enjoying the silence and each other's company.

"Do you think we'll keep talking?" Komaeda finally spoke, breaking their mutal silence.

"What do you mean? Of course we will. I mean, we did spent time together as a class-"

"That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

"My luck gets people taken from me, Hinata. People die, or abandon me, or worse. I'm a hazard. Being around me is dangerous." Komaeda seems to curl in on himself then, pulling his knees closer.

"Maybe I like danger-"

"Don't say that!" Komaeda snapped, taking Hinata aback. He's not sure he's ever heard him yell before. "This isn't a joke! People have died because of my luck! I don't want to lose more peopl because of it! Not when I care so much for you!"

"Komaeda..."

"I've lost so much because of my luck!I can't lose you too! I've been trying so hard to hold you and every one here at arms length! Yet you just came back over and over!" It was hard to tell, but he knew some of the water on Komaeda's face wasn't just rain.

"Because I care about you Komaeda. I wanted to understand you, fuck I still don't fully.  You're an amazing person,  I just wish you'd see that." He tries to keep his voice calm, reassuring even. Though Komaeda's distraught look made that hard.

"You don't understand! My luck hurts everyone I love! I can't let you get hurt too because I love you too much!" The words blurt out before Komaeda can stop them. He's quick to try and get up and flee before Hinata grabbed his wrist.

"Komaeda I know the risks involved. I know you think you're dangerous but I know better. I know you have barely there freckles. I know your eyebrows furrow when you read. I know you have a soft spot for animals. And I know how I feel about you."

Slowly, Komaeda turns to face Hinata again. "You do?"

For once, Hinata reacted on impulse, pressing his lips against Komaeda's.   He felt him tense at the contact before melting into the kiss. Saying it felt like two puzzle pieces clicking together felt like something from that cheesy romance novel, but it felt right.

Slowly, they pull away staring at each other. "Hinata-"

Suddenly a loud cheering is heard and Hinata's face burns a bright read as he recongized the sound.

"They finally did it!" Mioda cheered loudly. It seemed at some point the class had gone after the two as well. He also sees Souda forking over some money to Kuzuryu. He looks back to Nagito, who had a big smile worn like a medal.

Yeah, he was okay with this.

[simple-heroics]

Nejire Chan and Ryukyu with a Quirkless Hero S/O

Baby blog’s first ask, baby blog’s first ask, baby blog’s first ask – !!!! And answered with no less than 2554 words. Whoops. I was really inspired by this ask and got ahead of myself. So no promises on every future ask getting this same amount!

Nejire Hado

Okay. So, I love Nejire. I do. And I don’t want Nejire Nation to come after me for this but I have to be real: Nejire…is an insensitive dick when she first meets you. 😬😬😬

I said what I said because it’s true. This is the girl who just straight up asked Todoroki how he got his scar in the front of the whole damn class. Get this girl a goddamn filter.

Given how rare Quirkless people in your generation (see amazing meta here), it’s extremely likely that you are the first Quirkless person Nejire has met. And Nejire has questions. Many, many questions - some of which humming with implicit bias. 

“Woooah, y/n, I didn’t know there were still people born without Quirks! I thought only old people were Quirkless. When did you find out? Did you have to get x-rays? Do you really have an extra joint in your pinky toe? Were your parents sad you didn’t inherit their Quirks?”

Um, ouch. Nejire, what the fuck, that’s practically bullying! (On the bright side, you form a sort of comradery with Tamaki as you both understand what it’s like to be “sweetly” picked on by one Nejire Hado.)

You’re not even the same class, her being in the hero department and you having just scraped into general studies by your teeth after getting your ass handed to you the practical exam. So, you know, you two are in a completely different sections of UA and realistically you two would hardly ever see each other outside passing in the halls, forget actually interacting with any kind of frequency.

Wrong. 

Apparently your Quirklessness is such a novelty to her that Nejire actively seeks you out. All. The. Time. Somehow, she always finds new questions to ask about your lack of Quirk - unintentionally othering you in the process - and then others that are completely random. Why would she care if you like boba tea or not? why do you think, you dork

And when she finds out that you, too, want to be a hero? The questions  blister.

“How are you going to fight people with really strong Quirks? Has there ever been a Quirkless hero before? I wonder what kind of agency would take you on…”

What makes these questions all the worse is that you know that there’s nothing malicious about them; they were honest, prompted by genuine curiosity. You’ve learned the difference a long time ago but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

And to have it come from her? A student from the the coveted UA hero program, one the Big Three at that? Someone gifted with a phenomenal Quirk and this bubbly personality and charm and a cute face and - ? yeah you may already have a crush whoops

These feelings - along with an entire lifetime of mockery and prejudice - eventually boil over…

Your fist slammed into the wall next to you. “Yes, Hado, I get it. I’m frickin’ Quirkless.”

Nejire jumped, cut off mid-sentence. “Y/n, what - “

Your nostrils flared as you inhaled sharply. “Surprise. I’ve been Quirkless my whole life! I don’t need you - or literally everybody else - to remind me. But you wanna know what?”

Her typical smile fell, expression melting into something strangely blank and watchful.

“Being Quirkless doesn’t make me weak. I may not be in the hero course or strong like you but I still got into UA. I got all the way here without a Quirk and I’ll become a hero without one, too! So quit looking down your cute nose at me from that pedestal and watch me.”  

Nejire’s bright eyes blinked once, twice, long eyelashes fluttering. She tilted her head. “You think my nose is cute?”

Jerking back, your face heated up. “That’s what you got out of that?”

“No, I got everything else,” Nejire said. Somehow, her eyes seemed brighter - sparkling as they looked at you. A smile returned to her lips, different from others you’ve seen from her before. This one made your heart stutter. “I never thought you were weak, y/n. Actually…you wanna know what?”

Clasping her hands behind her back, she stepped closer to you.

Crap, crap, crap - did you just piss off one of the strongest students in the school? You cringed against the wall behind you, floundering between embarrassment and panic and - whatever this weird feeling in your stomach was. You blamed the Lunch Rush.

Nejire peered up at you from under her eyelashes. “I’ve already been watching.”

Haaaaa! Turns out Nejire kept pestering you and asking you so many damn questions because she had a huge crush on you.

Just to be clear, Nejire does sincerely apologize to you. You two have a long, long talk about boundaries and what’s going too far. 

Fairy girl also makes it up to you with that boba tea she asked you about awhile ago and then some 😉

Okay…okay, so I actually waited to add this part because it’s something you wouldn’t quite pick up on at first and only really notice after Nejire eases up. That is: Nejire is/was kind of the only one bugged you about being Quirkless.

Well, when you first started at UA, there was the usual ribbing which eventually mellowed out and you chalked it up to your classmates just getting bored with it. This sudden “boredom” happened coincide with the time you first caught Nejire’s interest.

Who overheard some things.

All I have to say is this: Have you ever seen a really, really nice person finally snap? If your answer is “no”, good for you. You don’t want to.

ANYWAY. Nejire is a very supportive girlfriend. If you want to be a hero, she’ll help you in every way she possibly can.

She invites you to train with her, Mirio, and Tamaki. Her own personal stamina training helps you, and the other two happily offer tips to help you out.

Nejire is super creative and actually comes up with a lot of ideas on ways. Sometimes, she goes on entire tangents while brainstorming different ways you can kick ass.

Hell, she even brings you up to Ryukyu! The girl nearly begs the Pro to let you at least train with her agency. Ryukyu gently declines, knowing that she herself isn’t a fitting mentor for you 😔 unlike a certain someone in Ryuko’s life if you read below wink wink

Totally uses her privilege as a hero course student to request specific items from the support department just for you to try out and experiment with. As it turns out…this is exactly the kind of boost you needed.

Nejire brags - no, gushes about you. A lot. She still constantly brings up the fact that you’re Quirkless to anyone who will listen but there’s a distinct undertone of pride there.

Because you were so, so, so strong. You held your head high even when others laughed at your goal. You stood up for yourself. You trained relentlessly, pushing yourself harder every day, and inspired Nejire to do the same.

Nejire remembers the classmate who quit the hero course, how they had so much promise and this amazing Quirk yet still crumbled under the pressure. You, though? You never let something like being Quirkless stop you from pursuing your dream. 

You’re already a hero in Nejire’s eyes.

And you look so cute when you get all flustered, she’ll add laughingly after one of these tangents. She loves you so much and can’t help singing your praises, much to your never ending embarrassment. Guess she never quite outgrew the unintentional bullying, huh… 

But no. You also help Nejire grow as a person. She never forgets the time you confronted her before you began your relationship. 

Gradually, she learns to be choose her questions with a little more care, to stop and consider them before asking. Nejire becomes more conscious of other people’s feelings and how her words may affect them.

It’s unlikely that you’ll ever transfer to the hero course. However, you shouldn’t let this deter you and Nejire reminds you that not every hero got their license through a hero course. (Gran Torino didn’t.) 

Other couples talk about someday moving in together and maybe adopting a dog. You and Nejire talk about what it will be like to open up a hero agency together. (A pet friendly one so your eventual dog can go to the office with you.) Your beautiful fairy is just that confident in your abilities and your relationship both. 

And with a girl like Nejire Hado by your side, you can’t help but think anything is possible.

Ryuko Tatsuma

This one I tweaked a little bit as Ryukyu is an adult, ergo so is her s/o. At this age, it’s make or break: either s/o made it as a hero or just didn’t. There is no more “trying” with bills to pay. So let’s say yes, her sweetie absolutely made it as a hero! ^^ 

You met during a briefing for a joint mission early on in your hero careers. Ryuko didn’t give you too much thought at first. You blended in with the rest of your colleagues, and she herself focused on the briefing. You likely wouldn’t have spoken if not for being assigned to work together.

You two were partnered up because your individual talents and weaknesses balanced each other out: her Quirk is pure strength but it disallows much room for finesse while you specialized in agility and typically ran undercover assignments but were vulnerable to more brutal attacks.

You also find that you two just…naturally worked extremely well together. You just clicked.

The villains didn’t stand a chance.

“That went better than planned,” Ryuko said as you both watched police officers escort the cuffed drug traffickers into the back of police vans. A hero’s job was never fully complete until

Still high on the adrenaline, you laughed loudly. “No kidding.”

Arms crossed, Ryuko looked at you from the corner of her eyes. You had a thin, long cut that traced the curve of your cheek and down the corner of your jaw. It would definitely scar but on you…she imagined it would look quite distinguished. 

However, it was an unnecessary one.

“You didn’t use your Quirk, though.”  There was a silent admonishment in that simple statement.

To her confusion, you sent her a very dry look. “That’s because I don’t have a Quirk to use.”

Ryuko’s eyebrows nearly rose to her hairline. Her lips parted, forming small o-shape. “…ah.” 

To say Ryuko was intrigued would be an understatement. And you appreciated that she didn’t make a big deal about it. She just accepted it, accepted you. 

So, you two keep in touch, compare notes on similar leads, give each other tips on each other’s cases, maybe volunteer for certain missions when you hear the other is on it. Communication on the Hero Network turn into texts. Pretty soon she has your coffee order memorized from when she delivers it to you during your late night stakeouts, and you find yourself watching and then rewatching Ryuko’s press conferences. 

Because you’re both supportive of your friends and colleagues, right? Right? Yeah, right. You quickly fell head over heels for each other.

Ryuko didn’t make a Big Deal out of you being Quirkless. However, even she’s internalized some of the stigma - making her a little protective, even quietly defensive. It’s something she had to work on a lot in the beginning of your relationship.  

And sometimes it’s hard to watch her soar to higher and higher above you, both literally and figuratively. You’ve made your dream of becoming a hero a reality with your own two hands but there will always be kernel of internalized prejudice inside you.

And it fucking hurts.

You and Ryuko have a lot of late night conversations - about your occasional jealousy, your frustrations, her own conflicting desires to let you take care of yourself and shield you, the microaggressions from colleagues, how the public questions your abilities. 

It’s hard but these conversations deepen your relationship, as any conflict would.

Your dragon girlfriend picking you up for a private flight always cheers you up, though. 

Also, general pro-tip: don’t say shit about the Dragon Lady’s s/o. Ryuko lets you handle it ‘cause you’re a badass and growing Quirkless has lead you to perfecting your clap backs. And it always gives her a good chuckle to hear your witty retorts.

If however you aren’t in the room but your name is in someone else’s mouth, Ryuko handles it. And that’s that.

She is in the top 10 for a reason, you know.

Ryuko is a professional on the field - no flirting, rarely any cute couple banter - but anyone can tell how the Dragon Hero feels from how she looks at you.

Even from meters away, arms crossed and focused on the task at hand, she sends you these brief but intense glances from the corner of heavy-lidded eyes. Often a soft smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Ryuko could be deep in tactical conversation with another hero yet those looks she make it feel like you’re the only person in the room she really sees.  

Yes, Ryuko knows you’re perfectly capable.Yes, she respects you and your skills. Yes, you two have mutual professional boundaries so neither of you are emotionally compromised on the job. Hell, it’s rare for your patrol schedules to even line up.

But if anything ever happens to you in the field and she’s there, she will go absolutely draconic. I’m not saying Ryuko goes this far but she comes pretty damn close. shit I should totally write that

Afterward, when you come to in the hospital and find out what happened, you scold her a bit. She can’t just lose control of herself like that, not with a Quirk like her, no matter what happens to you.

But honestly? Quirk or no Quirk, you’d do the same for her.

Ryuko has no control over the hero rankings, as she said, and wouldn’t put herself in the top 10 (we stan a humble queen) but you? Why aren’t you higher up??

Lowkey loves watching you at work. She’s too dignified to make a big scene or brag but no one is immune to the inherent eroticism of their s/o kicking villain ass. Like, oof look at her baby go. Good god, that’s her s/o. How did she get so lucky?

Ryuko is just in complete awe of you. Through countless hours of training, discipline, and sheer force of will, you’ve become a formidable hero in your own right. Even people blessed with astounding Quirks don’t always make the cut but you - beautiful, strong, Quirkless you - do and you excel. 

More than that, you know what it’s like to be scared and hurt and targeted and vulnerable from living with the prejudice that comes . And instead of letting this jade you, you use this to empathize with others. You use your personal hardship motivate yourself further to protect people going through the same.

Simply put, you are her hero. 

Damn, I didn’t know I was horny for Ryukyu until this happened. It’s like my Gay Awakening all over again. 🥵🥵 I think I’m gonna need more asks for the Dragon Queen in the future. 

[witsyo]

Reinne 12

Reinne leaned back against the wall, the rickety bed frame creaking below her as she moved. Outside the window, she could see a new contingent of guards practicing, and watched them with a faint smile on her face. There were several of them that she recognized from her home in the city, boys much younger than her, who’s advancement into the ranks of the guard had given her a shocking reminder of the passage of time. 

They were a mess, as they were expected to be, but most of them looked as though they would learn. Given enough time, nearly anyone could, she thought. Karlen had certainly always believed that. 

It was evident enough in his decision to pick up a street rat and turn her into a warrior. 

She started as the door opened, Malak stepping in and squinting at her. “Why are you awake?” 

“I already slept,” she answered, looking at him questioningly. “How long have you been with the queen?” 

“Since the sun set last night,” he said, and she shook her head. 

“You could have summoned me.” 

“Ah, about the time I would have, the king visited. He asked me to stay through the visit, and he and the queen took a turn in the garden.” 

Reinne looked at him, surprised. “Only a walk in the garden? Isn’t that unusual?”

“Why, because the king keeps her at arms length? Yes, except that we currently have Banamoran visitors in the north wing. They arrived last night.” 

That explained the higher activity of guards in the courtyards, and the polished armor on the new men. “I’m surprised I wasn’t summoned.”

“You will be. They're meeting with the dignitaries in a few hours, and I’m going to need to sleep anyway, so you might as well head up to the queen’s quarters now. Did you know that one of the Banamoran women has a wife?” 

Forcing her expression into one of neutral indifference, Reinne asked, “Oh?” 

“Yeah! A woman, not only a representative of their royalty but with a wife of her own! I had heard stories that that sort of thing was accepted in Banamore, but I hadn’t believed it! Imagine a priest being willing--” 

“I hear they worship different gods,” Reinne interjected, swinging her legs off the bed and setting them flat on the floor. “Goddesses, who encourage living freely and who rule over their nature instead of their people.

“Our king may be a cruel man, but at least our gods are sane!” Malak laughed. “I thought the king was going to pass to the heavens themselves the moment he heard of it, but he managed to keep his head, luckily for the queen.” 

“Do you…” She hesitated, the question on the edge of her tongue, one that she knew she shouldn’t ask. Still though, she wanted to know the answer. “Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me? The Banamorans?” He leaned down, looking into the round mirror set into the wall and picking at something in his teeth. Honestly, he was like an animal. Sharing a room with him was an adventure that never came to an end, but it was better than sleeping on the floor, like many soldiers did.

“No, I think you’ve made your feelings on that clear,” she forced a laugh. “I meant the king. Does… does it bother you, what he does to the queen?” 

Malak froze, and Reinne watched as his knuckles turned white where he was gripping the edge of the wardrobe. He straightened suddenly, sadness in his eyes despite refusing to look at Reinne. “I’ve known Queen Basille longer than she’s been the queen. She grew up a lady on the other side of Saibhadha, and my father was their head guardsman. I was a close friend to her brother, and considered a courtship with her sister before I was offered this appointment. There was a time she might have been one of my own sisters.” He looked up, the sadness in his eyes all the more apparent as they met Reinne’s. “You can’t let it get to you. There’s nothing we can do to stop the king. All we can do is serve the queen as she asks, and keep her safe from the dangers from outside.” 

“It seems useless to protect her from danger that has no evidence of existing when there is danger right now, next to her in the palace.” She could feel herself growing bolder, knowing what she now knew about his history. “I wonder, at times, if the king only has us here to prove to Basille that she is truly powerless.” 

He flinched as Reinne used Basille’s first name, and she cursed herself for the slip, opening her mouth to come up with an explanation before he asked, “You remember Halle, right?” 

“Yes, of course,” she said, not liking where she knew this tangent was going.

“Do you know why she died?” 

“So that the king could hurt Basille,” she murmured, sure in her answer and thus surprised when Malak shook his head. 

“Halle went to the visiting Banamorans, and was going to ask them to take the queen with them as they left. I heard the king gloating of how she never even reached their wing of the palace. If you would like to join her at the bottom of the walls, then by all means. Protect the queen from the danger here. Or do what is smart, and find another way to help. Now get off the bed, I need to sleep.”

Nodding, Reinne stood, letting him crawl below the thin blanket, then abruptly huffing and pulling it away so she could tug off his shoes and throw them into a corner. “I told you not to wear those on the sheets.” 

“If you’re going to be a woman, do it in another room, Reinne. I’m too tired for this.” 

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her shoes and sword and left the room, shutting the door perhaps a bit louder than was necessary. 

As she made her way towards the queen’s rooms, she found herself lost in thought. The part of her that understood their position knew that Malak was right. The king had so much power, too many guards and too high of an ego. Nothing Reinne could do would make any real difference, unless she wanted to be killed. 

She nodded to the queen’s door guards as she passed, knocking quickly before letting herself into the quiet room. 

Basille turned, smiling when she saw who her newcomer was, and Reinne sighed inwardly. The sunlight streaming through the window lit up her white-gold hair in a shining blaze, glinting off of her eyelashes and making the blue of her eyes clear and bright. Reinne couldn’t pull her gaze from the queen’s smile, or her thoughts from the way the room smelled of her, of the flowers she adored and the perfumed oils that filled her baths. 

Yes, the part of her that was a guard knew there was nothing to be done.

“Reinne! I’m so glad to see you, won’t you come and sit with me?”

There was another part of her, though, that didn’t think twice before nodding, smiling as she crossed the room to look down at what the queen was working on. That part of her already grieved for the pain of trying to do something anyway.

She truly was lost, wasn’t she?

~~~

When Reinne had gone through her things, she’d found a pendant tucked into one of her bags, something she’d stuffed in on second thought when she’d left Karlen’s house. It was the only thing left of her mother, but her mother was a mystery, not so much worth holding on to keepsakes as she was to leave Reinne wondering what of her was in her own face. The memories were scattered, but the ones that stuck with her were the reason she’d kept the pendant for so long. 

The pendant held the symbol of Banamore’s goddess of the sky, Cerulean. Her worship was outlawed in this country, and it was really no surprise when you considered how freely their goddesses let their people live. 

Reinne had taken to wearing it around her neck in the last few weeks, tucked down the front of her shirt where no one could see that she was betraying Saibhadha’s gods. Karlen had raised her to worship them, but she had never really felt their presence. Cerulean, though, Reinne could remember her mother praying to, feeling electricity light her fingertips as her mother spoke. Reinne had been hurt, once, broken her arm and her mother hadn’t had the money to bring her to a medicine woman. Her mother had turned to her father’s gods, and she had claimed they had healed Reinne. 

She wasn’t sure she believed that, but the idea of these goddesses brought with them a strange sort of comfort. They were women. Perhaps they could understand.

It was becoming more common for Basille to ask her to stay as she slept. Usually, that just meant pulling the guard’s chair close, maybe holding her hand like she had that first time. A few times, though, Basille had followed through on her question, asking Reinne to be right beside her. Reinne would always do so, laying on top of the blankets and letting Basille decide how much space was left between them. It always made Reinne’s heart pound, a strange mix of guilt and happiness choking off her breath until Basille’s head rested on her chest. Nothing untoward ever came of it, of course not, but Reinne still felt like she shouldn’t be doing it. 

The only reason she still did was because it helped Basille. There was no denying that she slept more peacefully with someone beside her. Whether she felt safer or was just pretending she was Halle, Reinne had no idea, but she always had to reassure herself of her own motivations. 

She was helping. She was giving comfort, a purely platonic method of soothing someone she knew needed the companionship. Someone that, despite the breach of decorum, Reinne considered to be her friend. 

Reinne was falling in love with the queen. 

It was stupid, so unbelievably thoughtless and selfish on top of the fact that it could get her killed, but there was no denying it. The sight of Basille filled her with warmth, and the curve of her smile appeared too often in her dreams. Every time she saw the other, she wanted to pull her into her arms, bury her face into her neck and let her draw comfort just from the hold. 

Her soul ached just to think of her, of the pain she couldn’t take away and the fact that… well, it was an impossible wish. 

She’d tried to change her thoughts, though admittedly not very hard. It wasn’t a bad feeling, and not one she wanted to get rid of, but to be in love with the queen? 

God, it was just so stupid. 

But the brush of blonde hair on her chin, soft fingers curled lightly into her sleeve, breath running over Reinne’s skin, with the smell of flowers and the sensation of warm affection that filled her heart? It was something like a drug. Reinne was afraid she’d never be able to give it up. She didn’t know if she could hold it back. 

Never in a million years could she imagine hurting Basille, but if she found out? If the king did? It could put them both in danger, no matter that Basille didn’t return the affections. The king would take any excuse to press his advantage over her, and even if by some miracle, he left Basille alone, Reinne would undoubtedly die. 

It felt like the obvious solution, to leave. She’d thought long and hard about it, coming to the conclusion that if she asked, the king would likely be happy to move her to his ambassadors’ company of soldiers. That would put her before the eye of their royalty, help him to further whatever agenda had caused him to hire her in the first place. 

It would seem like abandonment. She couldn’t explain to Basille why she was leaving, so it would seem as though she no longer wished for their friendship. Reinne had no desire to hurt her. She didn’t want to deprive a hurting woman of another of her friends, no matter that Reinne didn’t think she could ever forget her love for her. 

Wasn’t that what love was, though? Doing everything you could to help the other person? Keeping them safe, and doing the best for them? Even if Basille hated her at the end of it, this is what would keep her safe. 

It just ached. 

Reinne leaned over the rail of the bridge upon which she stood. She could see the sun flashing over the water, the cool air soothing her mind and making it easier to think. It’d been a long time since she had come here, since long before Karlen’s death, but it had been her place. The place she’d come any time his wife was overly cruel to her, or when the guilt of loving women threatened to overwhelm her. It was her safe place, a tucked-away pocket of just herself. 

Today, she’d come here to pray, clutching her pendant tightly in her hand and squeezing her eyes shut as she asked what to do. There’d been no answer. Of course there hadn’t, but she couldn’t help but be disappointed. There was no easy solution, no ready-made decision for her to just follow and lay the blame at someone else’s feet. 

There was no way she could just leave. That was such absolute bullshit, and she knew it. Running away under the guise of keeping Basille safe did no good if it put the other in more pain. She knew it would, that her leaving with no explanation would do nothing but hurt the woman she was falling in love with too fast to stop. 

Reinne took a deep breath. 

If she really thought about it, she knew that Basille would never report her. Basille may not approve, she would not return the feeling, but she deserved an explanation, and Reinne didn’t think she could report anyone to the king, especially for an infraction based so deeply in love. That was it, she thought. 

Basille would be safer for her leaving. But Reinne would tell her, before she went. She deserved an explanation.

And Reinne would, for the first time, be protecting the queen.

[kagehinataboke]

*puts his hands around his mouth to make a megaphone and starts screaming like i went crazy* TODABAKU FAKE-DATING, TODOBAKU FAKE-DATING!!!!!!!!! TODOBAKU!!!!!!! FAKE!!!!!!!!!! DATING!!!!!!!!!!!

UM FUCK YES BRUH, YOU GOT IT 👏🏻💯

B L E SS

tdbk: [20] fake-dating

***

Most normal single people, when faced with the holidays, would do what any normal person would: make excuses to their family. They’ll avoid the topic of significant others and instead discuss how great the food is and how big the kids have gotten, and oh, she’s in college now? They grow up so fast.

Unfortunately, Bakugou isn’t one of those people. He, when faced with the scrutiny of his family, chooses to lie to their faces. This involves a lot more work than it’s probably worth, but he’d rather deep-throat a cactus than deal with Mitsuki’s matchmaking all through the holiday season. Last year he was forced to go on eighteen different dates over Christmas break: not fucking again.

Finding a fake date is not nearly as hard as it should be, which Bakugou supposes is a good thing. A simple ad, and he has someone named Fuyumi who’s willing to pretend-date him for the Christmas season. Things couldn’t be more perfect. That is, until the day he’s supposed to introduce his ‘girlfriend’ to his parents. 

Fuyumi texts him a fucking novel fifteen minutes before their scheduled meet-up time. The more he reads, the more stressed out Bakugou gets. Tl;dr: she can’t make it and is sending her younger brother in her place.

I didn’t pay for a date with your fucking kid brother, Bakugou wants to tell her, but he’s sitting in a public café with five minutes left till Fuyumi’s replacement arrives. After that, it’s a straight drive to his parents’ house: there isn’t anything he can do at this point. Still, what the fuck is he supposed to do? “Hey Mom and Dad, meet my boyfriend who will be staying with us for two weeks.” Yeah, that conversation will go smoother than a fucking run-over box of granola.

“Are you Bakugou?”

Bakugou sighs through his teeth. “That’s me.” Ready to face the firing squad, he adds silently, then nearly chokes on his coffee. He was prepared for a lot of things, but not this.

When Fuyumi said her little brother, Bakugou immediately assumed he’d be a kid, but this guy can’t be any younger than Bakugou himself. Not only that, but he looks like a fucking model. The longer Bakugou stares at him, the more handsome he gets. Perfect—albeit weird—hair, long eyelashes, pale skin, amazing proportions… Fuck, this guy is a million times prettier than his sister.

“Oh, good. I’m Todoroki Shouto. My sister said you’d be expecting me.”

Bakugou closes his mouth before he can start drooling and clears his throat. “Uh, yeah… Sit down.”

His original plan was to say “Fuck you and fuck off,” but he’s afraid it might come out as “Fuck me,” instead. Damn, this guy is just so good-looking… Bakugou’s parents won’t even care if he brings a man home, as long as the man looks like this. Maybe this can work.

Todoroki sits across from him, brushing strands of red-and-white hair away from his forehead. “If you don’t mind me asking… why are you looking for a fake-date in the first place, Bakugou-san?”

It takes Bakugou more than ten seconds to pull himself back together and reply, “My family is too nosy, so this is the simplest way to avoid being annoyed all break.” God, sitting five feet away from this guy is turning him stupid. Maybe he’s gay, after all.

“Ah, I see.” Todoroki’s perfect lips pull into a frown. “Wouldn’t it be easier to avoid going home for the break?”

“They kick university students out of the dorms over break,” Bakugou mutters, staring at his coffee instead of Todoroki’s diamond-cut cheekbones. “My friends all went home, and I have nowhere else to stay. Great, huh?”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” Todoroki says in a worryingly decisive way. “I’m happy to help you any way I can. Fuyumi said you were planning to discuss the details?”

“Yeah… On the way.”

“Excellent: let’s get going, then.”

***

“Are you sure you can handle this?”

“You don’t have to worry about me: I got it.”

“I’m not worried about you, fuckhead, I’m worried about me. If my family doesn’t buy this I’m screwed.” Bakugou pauses outside his parents’ front door to take Todoroki by the shoulders. “God, your fucking shoulders are firm. Ugh, I mean… are you sure you can handle this?”

“Your mother is Mitsuki, your father is Masaru, your aunt is Masako, your uncle is Eiji—but he isn’t here because Mitsuki doesn’t like him,” Todoroki recites diligently. “Want me to keep going?”

“No, I get it… Sorry, I’m just nervous.” Bakugou lets Todoroki go after one last squeeze—his subscapularis is insane. “Uh… Let’s go in. Remember to call me by my first name.”

“Got it, Katsuki.”

Lord, he’s going to die… Bakugou mentally staunches a nosebleed and rings the doorbell, praying that all goes well.

Unfortunately, Mitsuki answers the door, which is already a bad sign. “Katsuki, you’re late,” she snaps. “Everyone is waiting for you! Hurry up!” She grabs him and Todoroki by the sleeves and yanks them into a living room full of Bakugou’s distant relatives—who definitely weren’t waiting for him, by the way.

Bakugou’s father appears out of the cocktail of people, looking meekly overwhelmed. “Oh, Katsuki, welcome back… Who’s your friend?”

Oh god, here it goes… Bakugou takes a deep breath and raises his voice just enough to be heard over the commotion. “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend!”

On the word ‘boyfriend’ the whole room somehow goes dead silent. Bakugou wants to take one of the little plastic sporks sitting on the snack table and impale himself, but there’s no clear path to reach it. Todoroki isn’t helping matters. He takes Bakugou’s hand, smiles in a heart-melting way, and says, “Nice to meet you,” in the softest fucking voice on the planet.

Bakugou half-expects someone to flip the coffee table, but in an unexpected turn of events, every single female relative in the house appears in a flash of perfume and estrogen.

“My, so handsome—and tall, too!”

“Are you a model, young man? You must be with these looks!”

“Yes, and what attracted you to an angry boy like Katsuki? He’s only good-looking when he sleeps!”

“Hey, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bakugou protests, only to be ignored while another wave of compliments are directed at Todoroki. This bastard looks calm as can be. Is he a professional actor?

Dammit… This is going to be a long two weeks.

***

Bakugou’s family likes Todoroki more than they like him. Hell: after a week of living with the guy, Bakugou is starting to feel the same. He’s beyond polite, good at everything, and hotter than Tokyo pavement in mid-July. There’s one serious problem with him, though: he’s too perfect, and Bakugou is scared that he’s head-over-heels for him.

They’ve held hands, hugged, kissed… Fuck, what haven’t they done to preserve the stupid lie? Bakugou has tried to pretend that sharing a house with Todoroki is nothing more than a means to an end, but he can’t deny his feelings. He’s utterly fucked—and, unfortunately, not by Todoroki.

He can’t say any of this out loud, obviously. Not only does a confession risk his cover, but Todoroki might— No, Todoroki will definitely be freaked out and want to leave. Bakugou will have to keep his mouth shut until the week is over and he can actually afford to be reckless.

That was the plan, at least. Bakugou should really just stop making plans, because they always get ruined. This time by Todoroki, who’s sitting on their ‘shared’ bed with a frown and a low-cut yukata. “Oh good, you’re back… I want to talk.”

Bakugou carefully avoids the danger-zone of the bed, leaning against the opposite wall. “What about?”

“This. You.” Todoroki pauses. “I mean… me. Can I start over?”

“Please.”

“Alright, well… I’ll just say it, then.” Todoroki presses his fingertips together, glancing up at Bakugou through his eyelashes. “The truth is, I think I’m in—“

Bakugou doesn’t let him say anything else. Hell, he wasn’t even listening to anything he said after ‘I’ll just say it.’ The enclosed space and the yukata and just… Todoroki is all too much to bear, and Bakugou doesn’t care anymore. If he gets punched, at least it’ll be by an incredibly hot guy. That’s what he tells himself while straddling Todoroki’s hips and shamelessly tongue-Yahtzeeing him.

Damn, he tastes as perfect as he looks. Fuck this guy and his minty fresh everything. This fucking yukata doesn’t cover enough skin—or maybe it covers too much. Either way, it has to go. Off off off.

“Katsuki, Shouto, are you up?”

Bakugou finds himself on the floor in an instant. Todoroki somehow kneed him in the chest, sat up, and fixed his yukata within the five seconds it took Bakugou’s aunt to open the door. It must be some kind of record.

“We were just about to go to sleep, auntie,” the bastard says with a perfect smile. “Did you need something?”

Masako looks from a red-faced Bakugou, still on the floor, to Todoroki and back. “Um… not at all. Goodnight now.” She disappears in a blink, hopefully not to go spread rumors about them.

When she’s gone, Todoroki puts a protective arm across his chest before glancing at Bakugou. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. I was surprised.”

“It didn’t even hurt,” Bakugou lies, pulling himself up carefully. “Fuck, I’m the one who should apologize… I jumped you.”

“Oh? That part is fine, though.”

“…What?”

“That part is fine,” Todoroki repeats slowly. “I was trying to tell you before, but… I think I really do like you. I know it will complicate things, and my plan was to wait, but I—“

“You’re fucking kidding,” Bakugou interrupts disbelievingly. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m serious.” Todoroki bites his lip. “I know it’s cliché… This whole situation is difficult, but in the end, I just couldn’t—“

“Me too.” Bakugou can tell Todoroki is about to go off on a tangent, and he isn’t about to let this insanely perfect opportunity go to waste. “I like you, too, okay? You don’t have to say anything else.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me before I change my mind.”

Damn, Bakugou knows he’s in deep now… He just can’t seem to make himself care.

[i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate]

NaLu Week: Day Four, Virtuous

You might ask, is this connected to the prompt at all? I could go on several different tangents explaining how it’s so, so, so loosely connected... but the important part is Nalu dancing. That’s all. 

Winter… it was always, always so cold. This year it was snowing for one of Fairy Tail’s winter celebrations. Natsu hated the snow. Well, he didn’t hate the snow, really. He just hated the way Gray acted around snow. The ice mage was sitting, shirtless, on a big snowdrift just beyond the dance floor that they had constructed for the event. Some of the ladies, including his girlfriend, hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe, like Natsu, Gray figured it wasn’t worth doing anything until they got there. Besides, Natsu knew Juvia would kill Gray if he danced with anyone else. As for Lucy… well… Natsu wasn’t sure Lucy would mind if Natsu decided to pass the time by dancing with someone like Wendy, or Lisanna. But, really, he had no interest.

           “It’s too damn cold,” he muttered, rubbing his arms.

           “Natsu,” Happy said, “Maybe you should have worn that jacket.”

           “I’m not wearing that stupid jacket!” Natsu gasped, “Erza already made me wear… augh, whatever this is…” He tried to fix his collar but only ended up frustrating himself.

           “This is supposed to be a formal-wear event,” Gray said, still lounging on the snow drift next to where Natsu stood.

           “YOU’RE SHIRTLESS!” Natsu snapped. Gray waved his dress shirt in front of Natsu.

           “I was just about to put this on. Juvia should be here any minute.”

           “That means Lucy!” Happy beamed, patting Natsu’s leg.

           “I know!” Natsu huffed, “You don’t have to—” Just around the corner of the Fairy Tail guild hall came the three girls—Levy, Juvia, and Lucy. The three of them were talking animatedly, but Natsu only had eyes for Lucy. She was wearing a long magenta dress, a warm fur shrug, and her hair was down. Natsu couldn’t believe it, but he was suddenly grateful that Erza made him wear fancy clothes. The color of her dress matched the color of his dress pants and tie. He wondered if Erza and Mira had planned that. Knowing them, they probably did.

           “You alright, Natsu?” Gray sidled up next to him, fully clothed, and with a smug grin.

           “Lucy’s here…” Natsu murmured.

           “Yeah,” Gray crossed his arms, still smiling. The girls met them in the center of the shoveled path. There was a moment of silence before Lucy broke it,

           “You clean up nice, Natsu,” she said, her cheeks turning a bright pink.

           “You’re….uh…” Natsu swallowed, trying to find words.

           “Alright, we’ll leave you two be,” Gray said, holding out his hand, “Juvia, care to dance?”

           “Juvia… would love to,” Juvia gently set her hand in his and Gray gently pulled her out onto the dance floor, her pale blue dress swishing around her knees as she twirled.

           “Uhm…” Levy, still standing next to Lucy, looked around hopefully. She was in a short gold dress, with long sleeves. “Natsu… have you seen Gajeel-?”

           “L-Levy?!” Gajeel had just rounded the corner and came to a halt when he saw her.

           “Gajeel!” The worry on Levy’s face disappeared instantly, replaced with pure happiness. She held out her hands, and after only a moment’s hesitation the tall dragon-slayer took them. “I’m glad you came! Do you want some hot cider? Mira’s serving, I could go get you—” Gajeel glanced around the outdoor dance floor and then shook his head, a wide grin stretching across his lips.

           “Nah, lets dance.”

           “So cute!” Lucy beamed, as she watched her friends out on the dance floor, Natsu was still at a loss for words. “Natsu? Are you alright?” He slowly shook his head, knowing that his cheeks were bright red.

           “Lucy… you look beautiful.” He watched Lucy’s face turn red.

           “Th-thank you. You look really nice too.”

           He wasn’t sure what possessed his next move, because his thought process was all jumbled. All he could think about was how this was a formal party. People were dancing all around him. That’s what you were supposed to do at celebrations like this, right? He held out his hand to her, and offered her his signature grin,

           “Hey, you want to dance?”

           “Yeah!” Lucy took his hand and Natsu pulled her against his chest and out onto the dance floor. They swayed back and forth, and it seemed to Natsu that all the other couples disappeared. It was just the two of them on the dance floor.

           “Do you know,” Lucy smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “it’s been almost a year since I first told you I love you?”

           “Any regrets?” Natsu laughed.

           Lucy frowned, “Hmmm… Just one.”

           “What… what’s that?” Natsu said.

           “I should have told you sooner,” she whispered, leaning in closer to him. Under the stars, in the crisp air of winter she seemed even more tempting. Natsu beamed down at her as they shared warmth in the gentle swaying of the dance. He saw her eyes light up suddenly, and she gasped, “Natsu! It’s snowing! Oh, how beautiful!” He never really liked snow, but the way it suddenly made her light up made him happy. She was so beautiful. Snow slowly gathered in her hair, and against her eyelashes. The dance seemed to have paused as everyone marveled at the sight of the snowfall.

           “Lucy…” he still didn’t have the words to describe to her how he felt. She was the most caring, lovely person he had ever met. If things never changed, that would be heaven for him. She glanced up at him at the sound of her name. She looked like an angel, with snow in her hair, and the way she smiled… “I need to tell you something,” he said. “You’re… the kindest, gentlest person I’ve ever met. I… I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Can we stay like this forever?” Lucy laughed,

           “Yes. I think we can,” and then she pulled him in for a kiss, and Natsu wouldn’t have cared at all if it lasted for another decade or two. “I love you, Natsu.” When they pulled away Lucy laughed again, “Ah! You look so cute with all the snow in your hair.” Natsu tried not to blush, while searching for a way to change the subject.

            He spun around to see Gray and Juvia arm-in-arm. “Gray! This is your fault!”

           “I don’t make all ice, you fire-breathing—”

           “Gray-sama!” Juvia sighed, “Please don’t fight.”

           “Come on, Natsuuuu!” Lucy giggled, “We both know you’re just looking for a reason to fight when there is none. Besides… you look cute.” She pulled him into another kiss, but before Natsu could lean into it something packed and wet slammed against the back of his head.

           “HEY!”

           “Owww….” Lucy groaned, “You bit my lip, Nats—”

           “GRAY!”

           “Snowball fight!!” Happy screeched.

           “Oh nooo…” Levy sighed.

           “I’m bleeding!” Lucy said.

           “Come on, Lucy!” Natsu grabbed her arm, “We’re gonna win this one this time! Behind the snowdrift! C’mon!”

           “Natsu, you bit my lip,” Lucy said again as Natsu dragged her behind the pile of snow.

           “I have to defend your honor!” Natsu screamed, frantically making snowballs. Lucy rolled her eyes, but he could see her smile behind her hand. He paused for a moment, “Sorry about your lip, Lu.”

           “It’s fine,” she sighed, “It’s not your fault.” Natsu leaned over and quickly stole a kiss, then he leaped on the top of the snow pile with his snowballs, “GRAYYYY!!!”

           They ended the night in the guild hall, covered in snow. The evening hadn’t exactly turned out as had been expected, but… with everyone’s smiles, the warm light of the hall, and Lucy fast asleep against his chest Natsu supposed it had ended up being a pretty good celebration after all.

[aquilinestudios]

Puyo Puyo Tetris (EN): all attacks

Since I can’t seem to find this anywhere!  StrategyWiki has the spells, but not each character’s first two attacks, reversals, or Tetris.  For those, I’m transcribing the best I can from what I hear (in this video specifically).

Edit: I should also note that the fourth saying in each character’s list is used for a T-Spin Single, the sixth for a T-Spin Double, and the last for a Perfect Clear (so for Ringo, it’s Cosine, Algorithm, and Calculus).  No idea about T-Spin Triples, since I’ve never done one. Edit #2: Also, Arle (& Carbuncle) seems to be the only character who gets a cut-in animation for her second (Fireball) instead of her fourth (Want more?). Edit #3: Also also, some of these are different in the alternate voices (like Suketoudara says “I’m on fire” and “It’s Tetris time”), and I’m not transcribing all of those too.

Ringo: Solved it - Got it - Sine - Cosine - Tangent - Algorithm - Calculus Right back atcha Yes! Tetris!

Risukuma: Ah - Well, well - Tenderness - Infatuation - Enchantment - Passion - Devotion Mystery solved The art of Tetris

Schezo: Hoo hah - Take this - Thunderstorm - Night Blade - Star Strike - Shadow Edge - Shockwave Parry Tetris

O: NO SCREW YOU

Tee: There - Yah - Hold - Spin Attack - Lockdown - T-Strike - Burst Reflection Tetris

Maguro: Whoa-ho - Hey - Swingin’ - Lightning Drop - Repeat Moon Circle - Sidewinder - Backhand Slip Grip Special Back Cross Spacewalk (??) Tetris

Amitie: Hi-ya - Here I go - Flame - Cyclone - Tempest - Fairy Fire - Bayoen Right back at you Check out that Tetris

Feli: I can see it - It’s coming - Horary - Zodiac - Conjunction - Significator - Principal Star Refrenation (according to a helpful anon -- all I know is that it doesn’t sound like “Reformation”) Tetris

Ai: Now then - How interesting - Beautiful - Gorgeous - Magnificent - Exquisite - Dazzling Special manoeuvre Tetris

Ess: Teeheehee - You like that? - Eyelashes - Lipstick - Face Mask - Crystal Gel - Deluxe Spa Package Here’s a present Tetris

Klug: AWAKEN! - PLANET POWER! - CRATER! - TECTONICS! - STARLIGHT! - URSA MAJOR! - GRAVITY STRIKE! LUNAR ECLIPSE! TETRIS COMPLETE!

Sig: Huh? - How’s that? - Cyan - Cerulean - Lapis Lazuli - Celadon - Cobalt Sapphire Hey, Tetris

Draco-Centauros: Hi-ya - Attack - Fire Breath - Dragon Tail - Dragon Claw - Hear me roar! - Inferno Counterattack A Tetris

Zed: Vital scan - Nutrition - Vitamins - Minerals - Proteins - Fibers - Healthy Living Targeting weakness Tetris

Jay & Elle: Hi there! - You ready? - Double Mischief - Symmetry Strike - Synchronized Attack - Twin Hijinks - Ultimate Illusion No thank you! Tetris

Arle (& Carbuncle): Hah! - Fireball - Ice Storm - Want more? - Mind Blast - Judgment - Bayoen Counter Tetris time

Suketoudara: Ha hah - Step it up - Surfin’ Beats - Bubble Time - Do the Wave - Fish is the Word - Dancin’ All Night Like a house on fire TETRIS!

Dark Prince/Satan: Hmm - You FOOL! - Disaster - Calamity - Devastation - Cataclysm - Ascension Ugh, are you even trying? Tetris

Rulue: Hiyah - Take that! - Rock Punch - Wind Kick - Iron Fist - Exploding Knee - Fighting Queen Clear the mind Tetris

Raffina: Hah - Here it comes - Frost - Scorch - Static Shock - Fireworks - Rainbow Deluxe Take it back Tetris

Witch: Yah - Wa-pow! (?) - Meteor Shower - Moonbeam - Gravity Slam - Star Blast - Supernova Return fire Tetris

Ecolo: Oh - Good - You cheater! - You liar! - What a fraud! - You trickster! - Just an imitation Take that It’s a Tetris

Ex: Awesome - Better - Speed up - Feel the Rush - Hard Drop - HYPER Hard Drop - Revolution This is retribution Tetris

Lemres: Here - Come on - Parfait - Donuts - Gingerbread - Bundt Cakes - Cream Pies How sweet! Tetris

[diamondsareapearlsbestfriend]

Sans/Toriel 30 Day OTP Challenge: Day Twelve

AO3 | Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven | Day Eight | Day Nine | Day Ten | Day Eleven

day twelve: shopping

prompt: “Your OTP shopping together. What are they shopping for? Are they just running errands, or are they buying gifts for each other?”

In all her years, Toriel had never seen anything quite like it. Rows upon rows of shelves, filled to the brim with unfamiliar items with the strangest names. It was a far cry from the cosy, traditional shops with their lovingly home-made goods she preferred to purchase from in the Underground; even at the most extravagant royal banquets, she could never recall seeing this much food all in one place. Just looking at the swarms of monsters and humans pushing and grabbing their way through the aisles, Toriel already felt quite exhausted – but that did not matter, for she had promised her child a party, and they were going to have all the peculiar human foods their little heart desired. Fortunately, however, she would not be navigating such uncharted territory alone.

"Sans," Toriel said, her hands tightening around the handle of their (as of yet) empty cart as she turned to him with a look of steely resolve, "read me the list, if you please."

"The whole list?" Sans did not sound any more enthusiastic than she did – although that was not unusual – about the prospect, but he obediently pulled the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, trailing almost all the way to the floor, and began to read: "Cheese, milk, eggs, cupcakes, cotton candy, party hats..."

"Thank you – that will be enough for now." Toriel held up a hand to silence him – a habit from school she could not quite shake – as she scanned the aisles. "Very well, let us start with cheese!" That sounded simple enough – they had had plenty of cheese in the Underground, after all. "Now...can you see any cheese...?"

"One sec." Without warning, Sans hopped up onto the front of the cart for extra height, and Toriel grabbed onto the handle before the whole thing capsized as he looked around, then pointed to a sign hanging a few aisles away from them. "Looks like cheese over there. Full steam ahead, Tori."

Toriel sighed, exasperation mingling with affection, but she allowed him to remain hanging onto the front of the cart as she steered them towards what she now recognised as the dairy aisle. There was indeed an impressive variety of cheese, not to mention all the milk, butter, cream, yoghurts...

"Well, there is certainly no shortage of cheese," she observed, glancing over them all – great blocks of cheese, grated, cream, somewhat dubious-looking cheese in a tube...even 'goat's cheese', which brought several questions to mind. "But which kind do you think is most suitable for a party?" 

"It says here Frisk wants...'cheese on sticks, with pineapple'." That was not tremendously helpful, as none of the cheese appeared to be served on a stick, but Sans grinned, a familiar gleam in his sockets as he caught Toriel's eye. "Hey, Tori."

"Yes?" 

"What kind of cheese do you use to hide a horse?"

"Hide a horse?" Toriel blinked, shaking her head in bemusement. "I do not – is that some sort of party game...?"

"Nope. You gotta use..." He took a tub of creamy cheese from the shelf and held it up in front of her, "marscapone."

"Oh!" It took her a moment, but Toriel let out a braying snort of laughter, some of the tension in her body beginning to evaporate. "Mask a pony! That is perfect – put it in the cart. I am sure the children could dip their pineapple in it, if they wish." Sans tossed it in, just as inspiration struck: "Oh, I know one! Sans, what do you call cheese that does not belong to you?"

"Is it 'RESERVED FOR USE IN THE GREAT PAPYRUS' GREAT CULINARY CREATIONS! DO NOT EAT! ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A SMALL DOG OR SANS! YES, BROTHER, I AM IMPLICATING YOU IN THE TRAGIC YET INEVITABLE FUTURE DISAPPEARANCE OF THIS CHEESE!'?"

"No! Or, well – perhaps, but that is not the answer I was thinking of," Toriel giggled, clasping her hands together in appreciation of Sans' attempt at his beloved brother's impassioned rattle. "Because it is...nacho cheese!"

Sans snorted and pointed double finger-guns at her in approval. "That...was super cheesy."

"Myself, I thought it was rather Brie-lliant." Toriel winked back at him, and once they started to laugh neither of them could stop, despite – or perhaps further fuelled by – the alarmed glance they received from a lady across the aisle. She could happily have continued in a similar vein forever, or at least until they ran out of cheese jokes, but there was still much to be done in preparation for the party tomorrow, so Toriel attempted to compose herself before taking charge again. "Okay, we have cheese – what is next?"

"Chips."

"Ah, chisps, I am sure we can find –"

"No, chips."

Toriel frowned. "That is what I just said. Popato chisps."

"No, Tori – it says potato chips."

"What? Let me see that." Toriel plucked the list out of Sans' hands – if he was playing a prank on her, it was not very funny, but upon investigation Frisk had indeed specified chips, no 's'. "Well, how very strange. I wonder what the difference is? In any case," she added, trying to remain optimistic, "it is fascinating, is it not, how much we are learning about the unique wares of the surface?"

It was almost like one of Papyrus' puzzles, the two of them making their way through the aisles in search of all manner of party foods – some of which was familiar, some not, and almost all of it of dubious nutritional value. Cupcakes adorned with smiley faces, brightly coloured sodas, brownies, jelly, ice cream (just the regular kind – or, as Sans dubbed them, 'Not Nice Creams', which sent them off on a tangent thinking up the most amusing insults one could print on the stick as an alternative; Toriel had overheard some particularly creative ones at school, although she would never dream of repeating them under normal circumstances)...She may have gone off-list, but Toriel also insisted on picking up some nutritious brown bread and cucumber slices for sandwiches, as she felt it was probably sensible to have something on the table that was not loaded with sugar.

"Oh, Sans, look at these!" She held up a charming little selection platter of miniature pizzas. "Aren't they adorable?"

"Tori, they're pizzas, not puppies," Sans replied, smirking as he levitated a stack of mozzarella sticks into the cart with a flick of his wrist.

"I am aware of that – but they are perfect, are they not? I am certain Frisk will love them." Toriel smiled, already picturing her child's excited little face. "And they are so versatile! We could make a game of it – I could throw them, and you could try to catch them in your mouth!"

"Heh – really?" Sans glanced back over his shoulder, his grin somewhere between fond, amused and just a touch concerned as he caught her eye. "Sounds...messy, not to mention potentially dangerous." It was not long, however, before the mischievous twinkle was back. "I'm in."

"I knew you would not be able to resist a pizza the action." Toriel began piling pizza boxes into the cart with glee, starting out with two, but Frisk had a lot of friends and she did not want any child to go hungry, so they would need extra, and then extra extra just in case the extra ran out...the pile was wobbling a little, but it was better to be safe than hungry. "What is next?" She had lost sight of Sans over the pizzas, but her brow creased in concern when she peered around them and he was still nowhere to be found. "Sans...?"

"Over here, Tori – next aisle to your left," came Sans' disembodied voice, evidently having teleported when she was not looking; Toriel might almost have suspected he was trying to wriggle out of shopping duties, had she not known better, before rounding the corner to find him contemplating shelves full of ketchup. 

"Ah, do they have the kind you like?" Toriel could not help but smile as she pushed the cart over to join him, for she would never have described Sans as a picky eater, or particularly picky about anything, but he was studying the back of the ketchup bottle as intently as if he were to be taking an exam on it.

"The surface stuff's all pretty much the same," he answered. "I mean, it's okay, but it's got nothing on Grillby's." He put the bottle back on the shelf, a wistful, almost longing expression passing over his face. "Grillbz won't tell anyone how he makes it, though – trust me, I've tried. But you know that guy...keeps it all bottled up."

"Indeed." Toriel let out a sympathetic chuckle as she picked up a bottle for herself – usually, she much preferred her meals home-cooked, but even she had to admit there was just something about the food at Grillby's, greasily guilty yet sinfully satisfying. Reading the ingredients to this concoction, however, she was unimpressed; it appeared to consist mostly of water, sugar and artificial colourings that would probably turn one's insides – or lack thereof – bright red. "Do you know what, Sans?"

He smiled at her, most likely anticipating another joke. "What, Tori?"

"I am going to make you some ketchup myself," she declared with a decisive nod. "With real tomatoes! And only the very finest ingredients the surface has to offer!"

"What – seriously?" Sans' sockets lit up, before he predictably attempted to downplay his enthusiasm with a shrug. "Come on, Tori, you know you don't have to go to all that trouble for me. I'll eat anything, it's no big –"

"Do not be silly – it is no trouble, and you know how much I enjoy cooking new things. Besides, I do not want you eating just anything." Toriel sidled a little closer to him, batting her eyelashes beguilingly as she slipped her arm around his shoulders, stroking her thumb along the upper ridges of his spine. "You will need to keep your strength up when you are helping me keep a socket on all those children, will you not?"

 "Oh, I see what you're doing here." Sans folded his arms in a somewhat futile attempt to appear offended. "Think you can pay me off with food, huh, Tori? Well, you're...totally right. Damn it." Judging from the grin now stretching from cheekbone to cheekbone as she felt him melting into her touch, however, Toriel suspected he was not too upset about this undeniable truth.

"I am afraid you are simply too easy to see through, my dear," she replied, just a hint of smugness in her smile – of course, she would have made it for him anyway, but a little extra incentive never hurt. "And, hmm – if it goes well, perhaps I will open up a restaurant of my own! We could serve pie and hot dogs, and I could call it...Tori's."

"Now you're talking." Sans' brow bone lifted in interest. "Although – you trying to put Grillbz out of business? That's pretty cold." He looked up at the precariously balanced array of goods stacked in the cart. "Anyway, we done here? 'Cause that's one very, uh...leaning tower of pizza."

Toriel reached once again for the list, her eyes skimming over hurriedly. "Yes, I believe we are just about – oh, one last thing. We need some more snails."

"Party snails...?"

"Well, why not – they are full of nutrients! And we can arrange the shells into patterns to create a pleasing display?" While Toriel and Sans shared many common interests, she was aware that her passion for gastropods – both aesthetic and culinary – was not one of them. Nonetheless, he simply shrugged and nodded with an expression she recognised as 'I don't get it, but I'll go along with whatever you say'. "Now, I wonder where we might find some in here?"

As Toriel glanced around the store, her eyes fell upon a pair of colourfully dressed shop assistants: two monsters, an alligator and a cat, who appeared to be waving to them from behind their counter at the back of the store. As her energy levels were fast depleting, her feet beginning to ache from trudging around all afternoon, she decided they seemed as reasonable a source to ask as any.

"Hey! Check it out!" The alligator waved as they wandered over, flicking her blonde curls over her shoulder with one hand and indicating the selection of glistening scales on offer with the other. "You should totally buy some of our fish!"

"It's like, the best fish," her friend added, nodding vigorously. "We tested it ourselves, right, Bratty? Like, you will literally die when you taste this fish, it's so good."

"Literally. Except, like – metaphorically, obviously. It'd kind of suck if you actually died. But you almost definitely won't, 'cause me and Catty are fine. Hey, wait a sec –" Bratty, as she was apparently known, paused to narrow her eyes over her long, lipsticked snout. "Don't we, like, know you from somewhere?"

"Oooh, yeah, I remember now!" Catty chimed in. "You used to open for Mettaton, right? At the resort?"

“Me?” They all turned to look expectantly at Sans, who simply shrugged noncommitally, though the way his sockets dimmed for just a moment suggested the memory was not a particularly pleasant one; Toriel made a mental note to ask him about it later. “Oh...yeah, maybe, a couple times.”

"Called it! So...is it true?" Catty leaned forwards over the fish, her big, yellow eyes growing increasingly wider with curiosity. "That you guys are dating now?"

"Uhhh – what?" That got a reaction; Sans let out an incredulous splutter as though unsure whether he found the insinuation hilarious or horrifying. "Me and Mettaton?!"

"Mettaton and I," Toriel could not resist correcting him, attempting unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle into her paw. "Well, Sans – is there something you would like to tell us?"

"Catty, I told you that wasn't him!" Bratty interrupted, elbowing her in the side. "It was the other skeleton – the tall hot one, remember? It was all over Mettanet."

"Ohhh. Okay, my bad." Catty giggled sheepishly, holding up her paws in a shrug. "That makes so much more sense. 'Cause you...really don't seem like his type. Um, no offense and stuff."

"Least amount of offense ever taken," Sans replied with a dry chuckle, regaining his composure save for a slight crease in his brow which suggested he would have much to discuss with Papyrus when they got home. "Anyway, we were just looking for..."

"But this one's hanging out with the queen, which is maybe...half as cool as that, I guess?" Bratty continued. "So what are you, like, her servant or something?"

"Oh my god, does Mettaton need a servant? Because we totally volunteer."

"We would be the best at that job."

"I feel like maybe we, like, already have that job?"

"He just doesn't know it yet. Also we don't get paid or actually have to do anything."

"Yet!"

"Let's go with 'or something'," Sans eventually managed to get the words in edgeways, slipping his hand into Toriel's below the counter with a discreet but meaningful squeeze; just enough for her to feel –while he wasn't one for grand public gestures – he was happy and proud to be with her, and it must have shone through from her soul to her smile as Bratty raised an eyebrow.

"Aw, really? That's cute! And...kinda weird?" She looked them both up and down with a vaguely perturbed expression Toriel was by now too familiar with to be offended by. “'Cause you're all...”

“And then you're like...”

“But, like, whatever! We're totally not gonna judge and stuff.”

"Also," Catty added, her ears quavering hopefully, "if you guys are together, does that mean Asgore is, like...single?"

Bratty snorted, shaking her head pityingly. "God, Catty, stop being so thirsty."

"I'm taking a healthy interest in our royal affairs, Bratty!” Catty shoved her, and the two of them promptly dissolved into giggles.

"Ladies," Toriel interrupted eventually, in her most pleasant yet authorative tone usually reserved for reclaiming the attention of an overexcited Friday afternoon class, "while I would love to stay and chat, I am afraid we are on a rather tight schedule at this moment! So if I might possibly trouble you, we were wondering whereabouts in this place one might find the snails?"

"Oh, snails...?" As they sobered up, Bratty and Catty exchanged a puzzled look.

"Oh...snails." 

"We have a monster food section...um, somewhere over there, I think?" Bratty pointed a manicured claw vaguely towards the front of the store. "But it's like..."

"Super small and hardly has any of the good stuff." Catty wrinkled her nose.

"They don't even sell Glamburgers."

"Oh my god, right?! Everyone knows they're like, the greatest achievement of monsterkind or something."

"Not that we ever actually got to taste any..."

"Which is like, the most tragic tale in the Underground, right, Bratty?" Catty draped a paw theatrically across her forehead, pretending to faint against her friend; Bratty scoffed, but let Catty's head linger on her shoulder a moment before her eyes snapped open again. "Oh, wait, actually. I think there is a snail farm around the block!"

"Um, isn't that a record store now?" 

"Yeah, I guess, but they still race snails out back! It's like, a whole thing."

Bratty giggled. "Catty, since when did you become, like, the expert on snails around here?"

Catty flipped a tuft of blue hair out of her eyes, flashing them a smug smile. "Since I heard how Mettaton totally goes there, like, all the time?"

"Wait, seriously?!"

Toriel sensed the pair would not yield any more useful information, as charming as they were in their own way. "Ah, I understand – well, thank you both very much for your time. It has been a pleasure, but I think it is time we were on our way." She nudged Sans and tilted her head pointedly back towards their cart, and he nodded in understanding, offering Bratty and Catty a wave in return.

"Laters!"

"If it doesn't work out with Mettaton, tell him to call me!"

"Really, Catty, really?"

"Okay, sorry –"

"She means tell him to call us!"

"So...you wanna check out that snail farm on the way home?" Sans asked after they had left them to it, making their way back to the front of the store towards the cashiers. 

"Ah..." Toriel hesitated, allowing herself one lingering thought of a succulent, slimy snack before she shook her head. "No, we do not have to do that. We have plenty of food as it is, and besides, you were right – the children will not want to eat snails."

"Probably not, but you do," he pointed out, shooting her a knowing but sympathetic look, and Toriel could not very well deny it. "C'mon, maybe it'll be fun. My treat?"

It had been a long afternoon, and they both knew that staying out a moment longer when he could be at home sleeping was not Sans' idea of fun; the knowledge that he was doing this for her melted Toriel's heart, just a little, as her face softened into a smile and she widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Do you mean to tell me that you actually have money?"

"Okay, so maybe I wouldn't go that far," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle, "but...I might just have some Thundersnail winnings long overdue for collection. Whaddaya say?"

Toriel tutted half-heartedly, but she was unable to keep the smile from growing across her face as she squeezed Sans' hand gratefully in return, before turning her attention to packing away their considerable purchases.

"Oh, very well, then. I suppose it couldn't hurt to take a look."

Frisk's birthday party had, by all accounts, been a great success – which naturally meant that it had also been total chaos. The house was filled with excitable children, running around all over and getting into places they should not be; there were pizza splatters on the walls that Toriel could admittedly not blame entirely on the children (she did not have the best aim, and Sans was not quite as skilled at catching them in his mouth as he claimed, but they had enjoyed themselves trying anyway); and Sans was currently sporting an assortment of crudely drawn...appendages across his face, an unidentified assailant having evidently gotten to him when he'd dozed off during Pin the Gyfts on the 'Trot. Toriel had her own hands full attempting to pick up all the chocolate cupcakes from the carpet while balancing a tower of paper plates when she felt something tugging on her skirt.

"Miss Toriel!" 

She glanced down over the plates into the eyes of an increasingly distressed-looking child. "Is everything alright, Grant?"

"I, um...I don't feel so good..." Clutching his stomach, Grant began to turn alarming shade of green, and Toriel's heart sank as she recognised all too well what was about to happen.

"Oh, goodness, my child, you do not look at all – Sans!" she yelled out in desperation, unable at that moment to provide adequate assistance herself. "Could you please come over here and help..."

"On it." Toriel had never been so grateful for Sans' penchant for materialising out of nowhere, much as it made Grant jump as he tentatively patted the child on the back. "C'mon, buddy, let's get you to the..."

But it was too late – Toriel heard him retching, moments before the unmistakable sound and stench of copious vomiting assaulted her senses. She promptly dropped the plates, letting them flutter to the floor in her haste to assess the damage.

"...bathroom," Sans finished helplessly, cringing as Toriel clamped both hands over her mouth and nose, barely suppressing the urge to gag herself at the unappealing cocktail of what had once been birthday cake, pizza, jelly, ice cream, soda and anything else Grant might have consumed – all floating in Frisk's brand new, custom designed, exquisitely bedazzled and very expensive MTT-brand beach hat.

"Oh, please, no..." Toriel and Sans exchanged wide-eyed expressions of pure horror just as Grant, evidently feeling better, leapt to his feet and ran away to join the crowd chasing the little white dog that had somehow wriggled in during the commotion and was barking joyously. "Maybe – maybe it will be okay!" she declared, much more optimistically than she felt. "We will find a way to clean this up, just so long as Frisk does not..."

She really ought to have known better – before either of them could move, Frisk burst in. 

"Mom, Sans, have you guys seen my – oh, never mind, there it is!"

Toriel made a desperate grab for the hat, but her child had already seized it with a satisfied, if short-lived smile. "Frisk, no – do not put that on your –"

It would be mere seconds before the room exploded with ear-splitting screams and howls; weeks before Toriel was able to scrub the horrible stench out of Frisk's hair; months before anyone dared to tell Mettaton the real reason they were not wearing their fabulous hat; and – needless to say – a lifetime before any of them would ever forget that particular party.

[the-doctors-sexiest-companion]

Friend watches Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

Episode 4 live blog

*ahn goes to his secret dungeon*

“He looks so concerned.”

“Oh look grandmas chair.”

*book du calls and her phone says ‘cool gook du’*

“I’m so done.”

“Officer dickhead”

“I do like that ring tone tho”

“Ahh look at him now, with his little hair twirl. He’s like one of those girlfriends”

“As ahn: hey babe, whatcha doin?… Nothing…as ahn: whatcha wearing?… Clothes…as ahn: I miss youuu…* looks around* miss you too…TENTACLE SAMA!!!”

(tentacle sama is a reference to akidearest on YouTube)

“I see wonder woman…”

“He’s just so nonchalant he’s like… I’m just fucking with youuu.”

*dream sequence wear ahn is dressed as a girl*

“I like this music… Oh no… Oh nooooo. This is so wrong… The moan in the background…I’m so upset… I’m sooo upset.”

*ahns wearing a white sweater on a white couch*

“He matches the couch, oh wait he’s wearing white and holding a pillow…”

“I’m gonna marry him and his couch”

Me: he blends into the couch Her: he IS the couch *snickers*

“He’s Jumin.. He’s Jumin…that’s it.”

“He said flanges… *laughs* I hate that word. Just say toes.”

*sticks foot up*

“Barefoot and toes!!”

*ahn does hand motions*

“*sqeals*”

*ahn demands food*

“Same Bae. Me and Bae want food.”

*ahn just yells the word food*

“*laughs* he’s like a toddler”

*ahn sees the food bong soon made him*

“Oh no Bae. He’s having flashbacks. I don’t know if I can take that. Bes upset cause he’s upset.”

“That sweater tho. That face. Those eyelashes. Goddamn.”

“He’s fake limping. Bitch you were fine two seconds ago. Hobbling around the hockey table.

*ahn rolls around on his hover board*

"I’m so concerned. *laughs* Is this the norm in Korea? Someone tell this child please.. ”

“You little fucker…”

“He just did a spongebob meme. And I hate him and I hate you shadow *points to my cat*”

*goes on a tangent about my cats mental state*

*show plays Celine Dion I will always love you*

“No.. No.no.no you stop that.*points at me* you stop this. No.”

“He’s gorgeous. God he’s gorgeous once again leaving the hover board.. How is the actress carrying him?? … Oh you faker! Faker! I call bullshit sir.” *sips sprite angrily*

“God he’s adorable. Just.. T-shirts. Sweaters.”

*bong soon heals his bullet cut*

“He’s whining like a little bitch baby. Ha! Bitch baby.”

“He looks like a little elf prince.”

“Aww baes pouty. He’s cute when he’s pouty.”

“Lemme smash”

*dad gives bing soon hidden stash of money*

“Oh my god. The dad tho. The dad tho!! I love this. Ah shit. Dont tell your mom. I’m here for this”

*referring to the cops gf*

*in a sing song voice* “You little two timing hoe!”

*organ music plays*

“The fucking music…”

*mob boss guys scene*

“Did you not bring money?? Like you went to the store and asked how much, but you dont have money? Sir.”

*mom comes in to scene*

“Ooh their sitting at the ladies table*

*mob boss eats pie weird af*

"Oh nooooo. Oh no… *laughs* he’s just as fucking weird. That’s not how you- You could have just taken the fork and-…what the fuck?!? Why?!?! Who sent you sent you? Who did not raise you?? To eat properly??”

“Why are there leaves? Why does she need an exit like that? Where did the players go so fast?”

*flashback to young bong soon*

“Oh youre cute. Oh its the best friend that’s why..”

“That little waddle run! She’s always had that!”

“I’m pretty sure her shirt says Iowa..”

*bong soon flips the Buddha statue around*

“Same. I’d be that petty.”

“I’m here for side character plots”

*ahn flashback to childhood*

“Ah no more flashbacks fuck this. You gonna cry? Don’t cry Bae. Go play in your closet. Your closet of…torment.”

“Ha ha they’re watching Logan. Ha. Why is she crying? Its not the part you cry. Oh no he’s concerned. He’s choking on popcorn. She’s embarrassing her friends and family. CEO is gonna be like. I don’t know her… I wanna fuck her but I don’t know her. Oh its cause she relates.”

“His little snap thing. *snap* and that jacket. Uh.”

*in club bong soon gets hella drunk and starts dancing*

“As ahn: Bae so pretty when she pole dances. I’m gonna get a pole for my room. Yep that’s what I’m gonna do. Get a pole and were gonna fuck.”

*she breaks pole*

“As ahn: still thinking about getting a pole.”

*the next morning in bong soons house*

“See that’s a decent amount of oranges. They will be eaten. She made him apple juice not orange juice. Where did she get the apples the fridge? Why not put the oranges in the fridge? Don’t buy any more oranges. Its too many. Too many.”

*bong soon threatens to remove ahns butt*

“He touched his butt!! He touched His butttttt.”

*back in bad guys scary holy*

“Oh no. Oh no not this again. I dont like the mask. No.”

“There’s masking tape on the bars. Why?… That bothers me…”

*captive girl eats food quickly*

“She’s smart. She’s eating..”

“Ah baes hair is wet. Its wet he juat took a shower. He’s like 'ah she touched me!’ ”

“He called her a cutie patootie!!! *makes an ungodly sound* I’m upset.”

“She’s got a a joker figurine. I hate Jared Leto’s joker.”

[meloartist]

Demons and Angles

A (late) Valentine’s Day twissy story.

1783 words, harmless fluff, with like one swear word and a bunch of math puns. Enjoy!

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Simulated sunlight streams in through the static-dusted window, to a simulated view of an outdoor garden, with simulated birds and ions and simulated sky. A lone plant stands valiantly in the windowsill, thoroughly deprived of life.

Well, simulated life. It’s made of a very good synthetic material.

“What is today, anyway?” Missy mumbles as she patters, barefoot, in through the kitchen doorway, plain mug in hand, rubbing sleep from her eyes. The Doctor sniffs, detects the bitter scent of the coffee she’s drinking from across the room.

“You are a Time Lord,” the Doctor answers, not looking up, pulls up his sleeves when he presses down on a pancake with the spatula. “Figure it out.”

Missy sticks out her tongue at him, blinks blearily at the light, which definitely had not flared brighter when she had stepped in the room. The TARDIS is above petty life-forms, and petty jealousy, and passive-aggressiveness.

Missy brushes her hair back behind her ear. “Well, yes,” she says. “But you presumably care about relative time, what with your little humans running about within it.” She yawns luxuriously, leaning on the door, takes a long sip as she watches him cook. The batter sizzles. “So. What day ‘s it?”

He has to wonder when she’d gotten the drink she’s holding. He hadn’t heard her come in (he’s fairly certain he would have heard the coffee machine, right?) and when he’d gotten up, she’d been curled up contentedly like a cat on the bed. Well, he’d woken up to being shoved off said bed.

He’s not sure if it was on purpose or not.

“Would you get some plates out? Thanks,” he says, trying to remember if there’s a second coffee machine. He doesn’t think there is, but then again, there’s that liquor cabinet in the console room that he had never known about.

“Mm.” She opens a cabinet, makes a motion of frisbeeing a plate to him. He flinches in alarm, and she tucks them under her arm. “Doctor,” she says. “Doc-toor.”

Regardless, he’s done with the pancakes, and he takes pride in how good they look. After all, he’s the only one who can cook properly without the help of a microwave or with the result of an inedible lump of…pulsating rock.

Yeah, that had been an interesting day.

The net result being, of course, Missy completely banned, by mutual agreement, from attempting to utilize most of the kitchenware. She was all too happy to agree, and while the Doctor suspected foul play as to getting out of the chore, he went along with it. Anyway, Missy liked to sleep in late when she was with him, and the Doctor liked seeing her with her hair down - a privilege lost if he missed her getting up.

“It’s - I don’t know. Tuesday.” Actually, of course he knows. Bill’s been reminding him. Constantly. Nagging him, asking if he had a special someone. He’d awkwardly grinned, told them ‘depends on the alignment of the stars’. Something suitably prophetic, mysterious, and vague enough to keep them off his tail. No, he doesn’t have a ‘special someone’ in the way they’re thinking. Not right now.

The Doctor grimaces for a moment, tries not to think about that.

‘A lot of people are special to me,’ he’d said, and Bill had made a face.

‘Not special like friends,’ they’d said. ‘Special like, partners. Wait, you’re looking sad again, sorry, did I -’

No, he doesn’t. Not right now. Not anymore.

Not by their standards, he hopes.

“Tuesday the what?” Missy asks shortly, persistent, and he knows what she’s after.

“2017,” the Doctor replies, to annoy her.

“Tuesday the 2017,” Missy muses, and he can sense her sarcasm prickling in response as she smirks. Sips her coffee, and the Doctor looks up. Her hair’s partially loose around her shoulders, like thread from an old favorite shirt, and there’s no lipstick mark around the edges of her cup like usual, no dark flick of eyeliner dangerously accenting her look. In fairness, even if she had put on her makeup, her casual t-shirt would have greatly neutralized its effect. Not quite awake, then, or ready for the day. That’s alright.

The Doctor likes to know that despite everything, Missy still wakes up with a tangled bedhead, and the Queen of Evil too gets nightmares. It’s a point of relation - something they share, and the Doctor keeps it in mind when she’s being insufferable, when she’s downright nasty, destructive and furious. That they’d started the day with a ridiculous argument over a logic puzzle. That she had once run her fingers through his hair as he’d curled up, trembling upon awaking from a nightmare. She had said barely anything - simply kept on reading, with the occasional offhand comment about the main character’s stupidity - but it was enough. That she had once laughed at a stupid joke he’d made.

“February,” he says, to continue their conversation. “Probably.”

Missy nods conspiratorially. “Hm. Now, that’s four possible days.” She steps closer, and the Doctor turns off the stove, reaches over to the tap. He douses his fingers in the cool running water, for just a moment, and then turns, flicks his hands in her direction. Missy makes a face, squeezing her eyes shut and sticking her tongue out, barely avoids sloshing her coffee. She wipes a water droplet from her nose, sets the plates down with a clink. The Doctor grins, leans over to her as she’s occupied, drops a kiss to the tip of her nose. Her eyes dart up instantly with an indignant glare, and he turns away to load a plate with pancakes on the counter. A few are charred in some places, but really, it’s an impressive accomplishment.

“Pancakes,” Missy says, as they sit. She drowns hers in maple syrup. Slurps her coffee. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” he replies, digging in his pocket. He tosses her a small glass bottle labeled ‘confectioner’s sugar’, and she grins, shakes some onto her food.

“Bless,” she says, slides it back over the chatoyant wooden table. “You’ve thought of everything.” Gives him an odd look.

He takes a breath, sighs as he pockets the bottle again. “It’s the fourteenth,” he says to his plate.

She gasps sharply, melodramatically. “Oh,” she says, with relishing delight, like she’s surprised. “Is it?”

“By Bill’s time.”

“The little human holiday’s today, yes?”

“Something like that.”

“The originally Roman one, Lupercalia or some such. Rechristened St. Valentine’s Day by a Pope?” She bats her eyelashes innocently.

“Gelasius I.” The Doctor picks up his fork, suddenly discovers that the plate has really high gravity for his attention, for some reason.

“Well, then,” Missy replies. “Well.”

They eat in silence, the Doctor excruciatingly awkward, Missy basking in it.

“…Indeed,” he says after a while.

“Isn’t that sweet,” Missy remarks, though not unkindly.

“What are you waiting for? At any other occasion you’d jump me and practically tackle me to the floor.”

“Practically?” Missy raises an eyebrow. “Darling, I’m offended you would think I’d only go a portion of the effort to do so. Why, are you disappointed? I’m eating. Give me a moment.” She holds up her fork.

“I - no, I’m quite glad to stay upright, thanks,” the Doctor says, and she simply smirks again. God, she pulls off a fantastic smirk.

He slams his palm into the table - ”No!” he yelps. “God damn it - that was not an innuendo,” he says, buries his face in his hands for a second, groans and laughs at the same time. “Dammit, Missy, that wasn’t even - a teenager would barely register that as one.”

Missy laughs too, like a hyena, and the Doctor makes an effort to look stern. He thinks the eyebrows have helped.

“Oh, my dear Doctor,” she says, as it dies to a low chuckling, “I’m waiting for you to, I don’t know, say something nice?”

The Doctor looks up, calming down, gives her a half-smile then, suddenly soft and meaningful and flustered. “I already made you pancakes.”

“Pancakes are delicious, thanks.”

“…But,” he says, realizing she wants him to continue.

“But,” she repeats.

The Doctor thinks, finishes eating. He dabs at his mouth with a napkin, pushes the plate away, stands. Missy’s gaze locks on him, and he steps to her. She shoves her chair out so that she has a cautious route of potential escape, rises slightly from her seat, though seeming uneasy, ready to strike if he makes a wrong move. The Doctor reaches down, brushes her hair from her cheek. Her hand lifts to touch the side of his face, then her other, resting her fingertips on his cheeks.

“I love you like pi,” he says softly, in the most serious voice, into her ear. “Irrational, and never-ending.”

Missy takes a long second to process that, and the Doctor simply stays unmoving. Then, she bursts out in raucous peals of laughter, rises fully in an instant, throws her arms around him. He stumbles back with the force. “You’re an idiot,” she tells him, shaking with laughter, and the Doctor grins.

“If you were a triangle,” he says, going for five stars, “you’d be acute one.”

“I think this is a sine,” Missy replies. “That we’re going off on a tangent.”

The Doctor grimaces, shuts his eyes. “Oh dear. I’ve made a mistake.” There’s a brief silence as the laughter dies to contemplation. “I’ve got more,” he says.

“Oh, god. Do tell. My dear Doctor, that was abysmal.”

He shrugs, cups her face firmly. “Mathematics is your - well, let’s hope it doesn’t divide us.”

Missy cackles against him, and his hands drop to her waist, wrapping around her back. He lifts her off her feet and twirls a little. She yelps, grips his shoulders and neck tightly as the Doctor spins.

“Thanks,” she says against his neck when he slows to a stop, presses a kiss to his collar. “My dear.”

“You’re short,” he says. “Valentine.”

Missy considers for a moment, pops her lips. “Didn’t Valentine die?”

“Yeah, I think there were two or three.”

“They died.”

He nods in confirmation, thoughtful.

“Ah, well,” Missy says, reaches up to kiss him, then pauses at his lips a second before. “I hope that’s not symbolism or anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, lovers dying or something.”

“We’re not lovers,” he counters. “There’s not a problem.”

“Oh, you like to think that,” Missy replies, tilts her head to look at him, grinning lopsidedly as she pats him on the cheek. “Valentine.”

“We’re not,” he protests, and kisses her anyway.

There’s a pause and the rustling of fabric, and Missy takes a breath, blows it out through her cheeks. She tilts her head thoughtfully.

“Valensine.”

“Fuck off, Missy.”