#he'd probably be down for some sparring sessions too if you know what I mean 🤭

[soaps-mohawk]

OMG saw the post about reader learning new things because the boys ramble.

What would Gaz teach her anything on accident or because he rambles while with the reader

-🦇

I feel like Gaz knows the most about technology/computers out of the entire 141 (we're talking like he's the kind of guy that knows how to build computers and such) and so reader definitely gets to hear all about technology and probably learns how to pick the best components in a computer lol. Fast forward to Gaz literally teaching reader how to build a computer.

He's also a demolitions expert so I think he'd join in with Soap in teaching reader how to build/diffuse bombs lol.

[crucifiedfaerie]

Sparring Sessions ༉₊˚✧

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

➴ Summary: When Snoke makes you his training partner against his wishes, Kylo vows to make your little sessions as nightmarish as possible. But it gets increasingly more difficult for him as his feelings for you grow.

➴ Word Count: 3.2k

➴ Warnings: no actual smut but lots of sexual tension and slightly implied smut so 18+ MDNI, slowburn ??, snoke in his matchmaker era ???, reader's AND kylo's POV, kylo ren is a mean emotionally stunted dickhead as always, mean!kylo to soft!kylo, so much tension and mutual pining, reader has some fire in her and doesn't take his bs, crylo ren, A LOT of angst, a little bit of fluff, swearing, typos and saint being illiterate probably.

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: guys i kinda hate how this turned out. but idk im chronically too hard on myself at all times so maybe im just in my head about it. nonetheless, i really hope you guys enjoy. theres no smut in this one, and it is a oneshot currently, but if you guys do actually like it and request a part two, i will definitely consider making a part two with smut. also adam driver is sooo sexy in that gif like... LOOK AT HIM !!

Kylo Ren was always a loner at heart, sparing little attention towards his peers, let alone attempting to seek out positive relationships with them. He simply preferred to be left alone, his hot-headedness couldn't handle a person even remotely getting in his way.

The day Snoke told him he would be getting a training partner, he retreated to his quarters and threw what can only be described as a temper tantrum. His lightsaber shrieked as he swung at the durasteel walls, shouting profanities with each hit.

The following morning when you enthusiastically offered your hand to shake, Kylo simply stared at you. His dark eyes narrowed as they flitted from your outstretched hand to your face in a deadly glare. "We are not, and will not be friends... let's make that very clear." He stated coldly.

However, with each passing day, his hatred for you turned into something different. Despite Kylo's annoyance, he couldn't deny how beautiful you looked and he was constantly catching himself lowering his gaze to your lips.

As the months passed, your relationship built on hate evolved into a strange competition of who could annoy each other the most. Your constant bickering had even started to piss off the Stormtroopers.

The two of you would spend the first ten minutes of your sessions arguing over who got the shittier, cracked training saber. Kylo's favorite excuse being "I won more matches yesterday so I should get the better one." He'd use that even if it weren't true, as if he were hoping you'd somehow forgotten you'd beaten him multiple times the day before.

Some mornings you would breeze past him as he walked down the hall to the training bay. You'd sprint through the doors and hear his footsteps quicken behind you. Your level of speed was something Kylo could never match, which always made him mad. By the time he would make it through the doors, you would already be holding the better training saber, twirling it around in your hand. "Too slow, Ren." You would sneer at him.

Other times, Kylo would arrive to the training bay early, knowing by now that being punctual wasn't necessarily your thing. When you would try to take it from him, he would raise the saber as far as he could in the air, smirking as he took pleasure in watching your futile attempts to jump up and reach it. If Kylo's speed was inferior to yours, your height was most certainly inferior to Kylo's.

He would tell himself he hated how physically close you were to him in those moments, but deep down he knew that wasn't true. Each brush of fabric or slight bump against his side made his heart race... made him feel... something. And whatever it was, he resented you for making him feel that way.

This morning you had woken up feeling different. Your feelings for Kylo had been slowly evolving as well, and you seemed to be unable to get his dark eyes and stupid smirk out of your head. Truth be told, you were beginning to grow tired of how he treated you like some nuisance he only found pleasure in tormenting. As you walked down the quiet halls of Starkiller, you decided you were in no mood for his games today.

"Ten minutes late." Kylo shook his head, "That has got to be a new personal record." He jeered.

You scoff at him and roll your eyes, ignoring his jab and walking past him to pick up the damaged training saber he left for you. With your feet planted firmly on the floor, you take a fighting stance, waiting for him to make the first move.

Kylo lunged at you and instinctively you ducked, catching his saber with your own before pushing it away from your body.

You blocked each other's attacks in silence, the only sounds that filled the room were yours and Kylo's breathing and the clicks of dull metal blades hitting each other.

Kylo watched you intently with a dark gaze, gritting his teeth. Your fiery attitude always amused him. It was something he secretly really liked about you, so your silence today was unnerving. The longer you ignored him, the more he wanted to catch your attention.

"Hey." He said in a low tone as he dodged another one of your attacks.

Your eyes snap to his, narrowing. "What?"

Kylo took in your annoyed expression as a smirk tugged at his lips. He stepped closer, attempting to take a swipe at your abdomen with his blade before answering.

"You're looking lovely today." He smirked, attempting to catch you off guard.

You jumped back from his attack, his blade mere inches from making contact with your skin. "Very funny, Ren." You rolled your eyes, emphasizing his name in a sneer.

Kylo slightly shrugged, still smirking. "Why's it funny? Am I not allowed to compliment you?" He challenged, his tone still teasing.

"Not when it's laced with sarcasm." You mock his tone, taking another hard swing at him.

Kylo's lips curled into a smug grin as he catches your blade with his, pausing his attacks to look down at you, blades still touching. "But what if it isn't sarcasm?" He mused. In reality, he did genuinely think you looked lovely, but in the moment he was being sarcastic to get a reaction from you.

You laughed, ignoring his question. "You know for someone who hates my guts, you sure do try to make quite a bit of conversation with me." You took the opportunity to use your saber to knock his from his hands, sending it to the floor with a clatter. "I'd even say you have a crush on me or something." You jabbed, smirking.

Kylo's jaw clenched at your words, his fists tightening as he watched his saber fall to the ground. He tried to hide that your words struck a nerve with him, and that you were completely right. He did hate you... once upon a time, but things were different now and he absolutely despised how easily you could call him on his bullshit.

"Fucking- shut up." He snapped.

You let out a small huff of a laugh. He was never good at hiding his anger.

"With pleasure." You dropped your saber to the floor and gave a sarcastic curtsy before walking past him, bumping shoulders with him on purpose as you made your way to the door.

Kylo's eye twitched. "You-" He was filled with an insurmountable amount of rage at your audacity. You had really gotten under his skin this time. "Where do you think you're going? Training doesn't end for another two hours." He demanded, his tone shifting dramatically towards cold authority.

You groaned in annoyance. "To my quarters to be alone... Away from you! I'm done for the day."

Kylo scoffed at you, his ego bruised. "Of course you're going to run off. You're too much of a baby to train with me." He stepped in front of you, blocking your straight path to the door as he crossed his arms.

"Asshole." You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath before swiftly darting around him and out the door, leaving him alone in the training room.

His pride was hurt, and he wasn't going to let this go. He stood in the training bay doorway and shouted at you down the hall. "You know what? Don't bother coming back tomorrow! I'll tell Snoke having you as a training partner was a mistake, that you'll never be good enough to train with me."

"Fine!" You shouted back at him, waving your hand in the air behind you and not even turning to look in his direction. "I'm done being treated like scum by you anyways!" You turn the corner, leaving him standing at the end of the empty hall.

Panic and regret instantly washed over him as he watched you disappear around the corner. Kylo didn't actually want you gone, he only said it to get under your skin. He wasn't expecting you to so nonchalantly agree.

Why did I do that?

Kylo tried so hard to resist the thoughts and feelings he had for you that plagued his mind, how just the sight of you made him feel... funny. He always thought that maybe if he was mean enough to you, they would go away. But now with you gone completely, the feelings only rose to the surface.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself as he leaned on the doorframe, face in his hands.

When he looked up his expression hardened, noticing a Stormtrooper in the training bay staring at him. "What are you looking at!?" He yelled.

That night you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the events in your head, which only made you angrier.

You massaged your temples in annoyance. "Stupid fucking man-child with his stupid fucking beautiful face and h-"

Your mumbling was interrupted by a light tapping at your door. It was pretty late, and most of the crew was asleep, so you were confused as to who would be knocking on your door at this hour. You were in no mood to talk to anyone though, so you just laid there, hoping whoever it was would go away.

After a few moments of silence, you heard Kylo's voice on the other side of the door.

"It's uh... It's me. I know you can hear me." The sound of his voice caught you off guard, his tone was one you'd never heard from him before. He sounded almost... sheepish.

"I'm sleeping." You shout back to him.

You thought you heard him let out a small laugh. "No you aren't. I just wanted to talk to you. Just- Can I come in? Please?" There was a slight whine to his voice.

You got up and swung the door open, glaring at him. "What?" You gestured for him to enter, your annoyance with him clear from your expression and hand movements.

Kylo stepped into your room, before you practically slammed it shut. He looked as if he were trying to look everywhere but directly at you. "I just... wanted you to know I'm..." He couldn't even finish his sentence. "I shouldn't have said what I said earlier."

You laughed, leaning against your door. "Are you in my room... apologizing to me right now? I'm sorry I just wanna make sure I'm not in some weird dream." You looked at him with a mixture of amusement and perplexity.

Kylo scoffed at you, trying to hide the slight strain in his voice. "I'm not apologizing. I'm just being... courteous... for once."

"..... Courteous?" You laughed, unable to hide how much enjoyment you were getting from this.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, shifting slightly. "Look, just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm not still pissed at you. I'm not saying I'm sorry. I do still despise you, after all."

"Oh, sure." You said sarcastically, nodding your head. "Because when I despise a person, I definitely feel the need to come to their room at midnight to explain myself."

Kylo's eye twitched as you called him out. "I do despise you! I just realized I may have gone too far, so don't be so full of yourself. Gods- I wouldn't have come here if I knew you'd be such a nightmare!"

You sighed, the amusement fading back into hurt and contempt. "If you only came here to insult me and make the situation worse, you can leave and never see me again. Which I'm sure you would love."

He took a step closer to you, pausing before speaking as a twinge of guilt crossed his expression. "Please stay." He tried to sound stern, but he knew he was in no position to give you any commands. "Look... just... come back to training tomorrow." He could feel the power slipping through his fingers.

You've gone soft, Ren. Lost your edge.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "I'll see you tomorrow." You said coldly, opening the door and gesturing for him to leave.

Kylo's brow furrowed, his ego bruised once again by your attitude towards him, but relieved that you agreed to stay. "Fine." He replied, a glint of anger returning to his eyes.

He went to storm out of your quarters, before stopping in his tracks just outside your door. "I... goodnight." He sounded pained.

What is wrong with me?

You laughed at him again, which only made him seethe. When he turned around to say something though, he realized you had already shut the door, leaving him in the dark emptiness of the hallway.

Kylo clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger and want. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, trying to ignore the nagging thought of just... being honest with you about his feelings. Apologizing and asking you to come with him back to his chambers.

Don't be fucking stupid, Ren. She wouldn't want that. Just go now and save yourself the embarrassment.

He walked back towards his quarters, his head hung low, thoughts racing. When he entered his room, he slowly made his way to his bed before collapsing on the soft, dark sheets.

He attempted to rationalize the situation in his head, tried to brush off the entire interaction as nothing.

It's fine. This is just how we are. Tomorrow, we'll go back to normal.

Except none of it felt normal anymore.

Kylo was a mess. The entire ordeal had knocked him completely off balance, making him question himself for the first time. He took a deep breath, the anger in his heart fading to soul crushing emptiness.

Gods- Why am I like this? Every time I want to be kind, I end up going cold and pushing her even further away... I couldn't even say I was sorry and now she fucking hates me.

I dont even know why I want to be so nice to her, she constantly has an attitude and she acts like she's better than me.

His heart sank as he realized.

She is better than me.

He fought back tears, ashamed by his own weakness. Kylo laid completely still, taking a few more deep breaths before finally surrendering.

He shuddered as tears began to fall, and for the first time in his life, he wished he had someone there who he didn't have to hide his pain from.

You sat on the edge of your bed, knee bouncing and staring at the floor. Your mind was running a million light years a minute as you argued with yourself, your heartache and your anger having a moral battle.

I shouldn't have been so harsh, he seemed genuinely remorseful there for a moment... until I made fun of him.

Oh please. Ren is never remorseful about anything. He just enjoys tormenting me at training and was worried about losing that.

But there was an air about Kylo tonight... something different. Something softer that only a trained eye could have seen. And you saw it, you know you did. It was something you had never seen from him before.

I need to talk to him.

You quickly stood up and rushed out the door of your quarters. You didn't make it twenty feet down the hallway before you ran into something- someone.

You yelped at the sudden collision. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the quiet hallway you looked up and your eyes connected with Kylo's. Usually he had this perpetual expression of anger on his face, but now he looked... sad?

It's him.

It's her.

Kylo froze, his body tensing slightly once he realized you were mere inches from him. He had a second realization, and a small wave of excitement and nervousness washed over him.

Did she come to see me too?

"W-what are you doing here?" You whispered, not wanting to admit you were headed to see him.

"What are you doing here?" Kylo asked back, tilting his head. The truth was, he had just finished crying and he was fighting the urge to tell you how badly he needed you. How every time you're near him he finds himself gazing at your lips. How he absolutely adores your fiery attitude that always comes out the most during your sparring sessions, despite how much he pretended to hate it. It was a losing battle, he could only hide how he felt for so long.

"I asked first..." You attempt to retort, but trailing off as you notice his tear stained cheeks in the dim lighting of the hallway. Your expression softens. "Ren, have you been crying?"

Before you could even begin to process the foreign idea of someone as cold as Kylo crying, your face was in his hands and his lips were crashing into yours.

You froze initially, before melting into him. His kiss was full of need, months of tension snapping as your lips moved against his. He moved his hands down to wrap his arms around you. His grip on you was gentle but he held you tightly, as if he feared you would disappear at any moment.

Kylo pulled away just for a moment to breathe, pressing his forehead against yours. His heart raced with emotion, and his body felt entirely out of his control.

"I don't care if you hate me, I just couldn't survive much longer without telling you how much I need you." His voice was soft but there was a tinge of desperation to it.

Your fingers snaked their way through his dark locks. "I never hated you, I just thought you hated me." You smiled slightly, out of breath.

The energy from your touch and your words surged through Kylo's body, any remnants of the fear and contempt he felt just hours ago had now disappeared completely.

"I only ever hated myself for feeling something I didn't understand. But I understand now." He whispered before kissing you again, this time more urgently.

You were everything Kylo ever wanted. Your touch, your voice, your presence. Everything about you enchanted him and in that moment he felt like he had known you for far longer than he actually had. He couldn't stop kissing you, and he never wanted to stop.

Instinctively, you moaned against his mouth. The sound of the sweet noises he drew from you made his whole body feel like it was on fire. He pushed you against the durasteel wall, his lips sliding down your neck and then back up to your mouth. He smirked against your skin at your soft gasps of pleasure.

Kylo pulled away again for a moment, his dilated eyes locked on yours as he breathed heavily. He quickly took your hand into his own, gripping it tightly before taking a few steps back, pulling you away from the wall and leading you down the hallway to his quarters.

The sounds of your hushed laughter and shushing of each other filled the quiet of the hallway as you both practically ran hand in hand. If someone else had been in the halls, you would have looked like two school children running off to do something you shouldn't.

You knew you would both be late to training tomorrow morning, and so did he... but neither of you really cared.

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon Up8 for July 25 (?) 2024

Well that was fast!

I have to admit I started seeing spoilers to this alerting me it was up first, but I was one of the people that got bit by the bug where it wasn't updating. But I switched browsers and it seems to be working now.

Though we don't have a time update, this is obviously wearing on Vriska. I wonder just how long she's been doing this for.

"i, wANT,,,, tO PLAY A GAME"

We could argue Vriska was already doing that. In fact from the way the proceedings have been described that's exactly what she's been doing. But of course, we know what game Tavros wants to play.

Wait . . . does Vriska not even know that much about Tavros? Like, I knew given the chance he'd want to play fiduspawn. Does she really understand him that poorly? Wow.

Huh! It looks like they actually FLARPed. I would have thought for sure Tavros would have wanted to play fiduspawn instead. Maybe he was worried Vriska would rag on him for it? He also could have chosen FLARP because he knows Vriska likes it.

Oh wow! Is she going to realize it? Winning was never the point! Tavros had fun this time! It's obvious that she was so worried about beating him and the "session" making her do everything again, that she pulled her punches enough for him to enjoy himself. He got to actually enjoy the game he was so excited about!

And can I say, it's always nice to see Tavros happy.

By accident, Vriska ran the game in a way they could both enjoy. They could both have fun! Will she realize that's why things are going well though?

She's not grasping it. As Sally "thewertsearch" realized in her ongoing liveblog, winning is life or death to Vriska. It's impossible to be fine with losing, let alone happy about it. That's been beaten into her so badly, is she even capable of realizing there's another way?

"That is quite possi8ly the gayest thing I have ever heard someone say, Nitram." Wow! Is she using gay as a slur? Been hanging around Dave too long!

Yep! We can blame Dave for that one!

Hah! You catch on fast, Nitram! And just like that, Tavros has turned it against her.

Yeah, she's not getting it. Yes, Alternia is stacked hard against Tavros. And he can't seem to do anything about it. And nothing Vriska did ever helped him. And if it weren't for SGRUB, he'd probably be dead. So what? He's just supposed to mope and be angry and miserable all the time? He's not allowed to find joy or pleasure in things? And as we saw, he does feel down and depressed a lot. But that doesn't mean he's always going to be that way, especially if he just did something he enjoys doing.

Wow! There's a deep cut. That was like all of one panel where it showed Tavros struggling with getting into his recuperacoon and mentioned how he always had trouble sleeping. I don't think it ever got brought up again before now.

Yeah, this Tavros may be pretty accurate, but he's apparently still a construct. Of what, I'm still not sure. But again, the machine holding The Plot Point was created by Caliope and Roxy. I mentioned how strong that could be previously. So Tavros can tell Vriska the point, and still be unaware of what any of it means.

"I think if a certain uppity human was here, she'd call it 'projecting.'"

She did spend a lot of time around Rose. Man. There's some real potential for verbal sparring that we missed with the Retcon's time skip.

The Rufioh comparison is actually pretty apt. The "Tavros" Vriska is expecting or demands doesn't exist. She's never thought of him as anything but another goal, another game to win.

Man, that probably would have helped Tavros quite a bit to know she's always been a mess. Vriska has never had the positive self image she projects. It would have likely been quite a relief for him to understand just how fake her bravado often was.

I think Vriska might be starting to realize Tavros is right. Not only is he right, but what he's suggesting might actually be what this "scenario" demands of her.

And now Tavros is ribbing her about playing a blue blood. I've always guessed that Vriska bought into the hemospectrum more than she let on. If only because so much of her world view was shaped by Alternia's demands.

Vriska's turning this around again. Potentially quite viciously. But Tavros isn't rejecting it completely either.

Bam! There it is! Now I'd note I still don't think she's fully listening to him, but she actually did try this time. And yeah, her realization is true. But then Alternia is a crazy place.

Fucking Aradiabot jumpscare!

That legitimately threw me! I was not expecting that! Also, more God Tier art! Look how absolutely menacing and ominous she is!

Well Vriska should know this place well, but she's probably more surprised than I am.

"m0re accurately this is the b0ss fight t0 drive the p0int home"

And she's one hell of a boss!

Vriska really did get everything she wanted when Aradia killed her, or at least what she thought she wanted.

This feels familiar of some other, Homestuck adjacent media.

"y0ure n0t here t0 be redeemed vriska y0ure here to gr0w up"

That's a double slap to the face! Also appropriate and needed.

Everything has to have a purpose, a justification. Every tool has a use and every person a role. Vriska cannot conceive of a world where anyone is enough. And because of that, she can't conceive of a world where she is enough. She has to be saving everyone's butts, even if they hate her for it, because that's why she's here. If she's not doing that, then there's no reason for anyone to care about her.

Somewhat reminiscent of a certain Narrator and his goals . . .

"light players define themselves by their direct acti0ns and understanding"

Yes! More information on aspects! Someone knows there's still a bunch of us lore and theory nerds around!

Fucking. God. TIER!

And now we're in the Quest Cocoon, sans a traumatized Tavros.

We never really got much of seeing Team Charge together and happy. I absolutely love it.

Hah! Look at that fucking echeladder! "DANTE 8ASCO'S INFERNO" XD

And that's the end of that part of the VN!

That was so fucking good! I'm so excited and spun up now! And I have to go to bed! Settlers of Kalguur starts tomorrow and I still haven't settled on a build!

But who cares! I'm loving this so much! I hope you're all enjoying this too!

[imagionationstation]

Lest we get some wendybird crumbs

Lest?? Lest???

Isn't that a term that means something threatening. "Gotta do this lest the world ends" or "We have to hide lest bloodshed comes"

What's going to happen if we don't. Or do?

AH. I'm confused. I'm going to do the safe bet and give you crumbs.

This is located sometime before the ✨ realization ✨ hits Leo and he enters his villain stage. Undecided about whether the comic book arc has happened yet or not. Mmm. Oh well.

Not trauma but angst is just as good~

Leo was ready.

The two hours and forty-two minutes early kind of ready, but that was probably because he was up every half hour, anxious at the idea of sleeping in. He'd finally gotten his brothers to agree to a family training session after almost two weeks of avoidance. There was always something keeping them from the lair.

He doesn't know what changed, but he was going to fix it.

Tonight was going to be his night and he wasn't going to ruin it.

And so, he waited impatiently for the clock to assure him that it was 8 p.m. Somehow, every clock in the lair managed to fail him in a group mutiny, so he started the night productively.

He let out the anxious energy in the dojo and then managed to settle into meditation. It's how they'd often found their father when they came into the dojo, and it's how he wanted his brothers to see him. Firm, professional, solemn- exactly like a Sensei.

He let himself settle. His brothers boisterous presences weren't exactly easy to ignore, even with a hand into another spiritual plane. He'd know when they showed up.

...Theoretically.

Something told him to check the time. Call it intuition, a spiritual warning, or a sudden, irrational fear that his brothers weren't going to show up that was impossibly strong and all-consuming.

He dropped into his body like there was a bowling ball attached to his conscience, shaking off the feeling and pulling out his t-phone with unsteady hands.

His fist tightened over the tech. He reminded himself to breathe.

Okay, so they were more than half an hour late.

No big deal. No big deal! They probably had late nights, slept in- Leo will just go wake them up. Remind them about the session that they'd all agreed too. Get some food in their stomachs, do some stretches, lead them into a spar, and then the games that he had planned to suit each of their strengths- everything will still be fine a little late.

He's the Sensei. He can be reasonable.

The tension coiled in his gut loosens when he leaves the dojo and almost runs into Mikey. His little brother swerves around him to escape the kitchen, arms full of an array of objects that he adjusts awkwardly to remove the toast from his mouth, hopping backward.

Leo grins when they lock eyes and his brother reflects it.

"Hi, Leo!"

"Morning, Mik-"

"Bye Leo!"

With shinning eyes and the toast returning to his mouth, Mikey dashes across the room and charges into the lab. The leader watches him curiously before entering the kitchen. Raph is in the middle of aggressively shoveling eggs into his mouth. Donnie watches his laptop screen, working on something that Leo does not understand when he passes behind him. There are some eggs and toast on the plate waiting for him. His eyes soften and he goes to grab a fork.

"Do you know Mikey just took a pile of junk into your lab?" He asks as he settles down next to the brother who does not look one swallow away from taking the food down the wrong pipe.

Leo can totally do casual small talk.

Training can wait. He's not needy or overbearing at all.

His eyes subconsciously move for the doorway as Donnie gives a noncommittal hum, "Got it from the junkyard yesterday. As long as it all goes straight to the other dimension, I can allow it."

Leo takes a bite of his toast. A slight hint of butter taps his tongue. Perfection. "And he's taken a pile of junk from the junkyard to our alternates' place because...?"

"Him and Leon are going to harass some Yokai street performers into making it all disappear." He adjusts the lighting of the screen. "Also something about a replacement prank. So they don't think the spell worked or something equally as childish." He shrugs as Leo rolls his eyes. "As long as it keeps them out of our hair..."

Raph chokes on his toast, ramming his fist into his plastron.

"Maybe I'll ask if I can come along tomorrow." Leo remarks as he scoops up some egg. "See how Mikey's slight-of-hand is doing."

"Everything's training with you." Raph rasps as he moves over to the sink. Donnie gives Leo a funny look. "Tomorrow? No, I think they're going over now."

The piece of cheesy egg turns stale as he swallows it. "What?"

"The world's not going to end if you take a second to enjoy your food." Donnie informs the hothead as he downs the water.

Raph sets it on the countertop with an accusing point of his finger. "At least I'm eating."

Donnie looks to his screen, "Touché."

"Mikey's leaving today?" Leo presses. "Right now?"

"With Leon's portals backing him? He's long gone."

"But we have training."

Both of his brothers look at him.

Raph's disbelief is palpable, "We do?"

Donne clicks the calendar application. "Oh. We do."

The Sensei sits up. "None of you guys remembered?"

An exchange of looks between his brothers. His stomach twists. The youngest brother currently in the room admits, "I'm sure I meant too."

"I got things to do." Raph states defiantly. "We gotta reschedule."

"Reschedule?" Leo watches him shove the rest of the toast in his mouth and get rid of the plate. "No, no, no, you guys said you'd do this. You said today. You said-"

"You shoulda reminded me." Raph fires after he swallows. The Sensei levels him with a glare and he snaps, "Back off, Leo. The guys don't train." He points in the direction of the portal hidden in another room. "Why do we gotta make it a priority?"

"I never said it was a priority. You said we would do it!"

"What's the point if Mikey isn't here anyway? Why does he get to skip out?"

"He's not skipping out! I'll- I'll go get him."

His hotheaded brother crosses his arms. "You gotta ruin everyone's fun, dontcha?"

"Training is going to be fun!" Leo stands up to match his height. Raph scoffs, "Yeah, to you, maybe."

Leo narrows his eyes. "It is not up for discussion. As your Sensei-"

"Oh, not this again-"

"Leo," Donnie says with a passive hand on his arm. "We've been fighting nonstop for years. It wouldn't hurt to take a teeny break from everything."

"A break?" Leo asks, baffled. "We're a ninja clan! We- we can't just break from being ninjas."

"Just 'cause you can't get a hobby doesn't mean the rest of us have to be dragged along with you." Raph heads for the doorway. "I'm out of here."

"Raph!"

He disappears through the curtain.

"Raphael, you get back here-!" Leo's attention darts to Donnie as he stands, tucking the laptop under his arm. "-where are you going?"

"I promised Don I'd help him with a few things." He ducks his head and hurries from the island. "He's expecting me."

"You hang out with Don all the time." Leo follows him out, using every bit of restraint to stop himself from grabbing his arm and forcing him to stop walking away. "Why's today special?"

"Today's not special, it's..." Donnie hesitates. "It's not important."

"It is if it means you're going to keep ducking out on me!"

"I'm not trying to." He promises. "But without Raph or Mikey here, it's not really the same, you know? Like Raph said, we reschedule. And I'll makes sure to leave myself some reminders next time."

Leo can see the light from the portal. His heart picks up speed and he blurts, "We can reschedule the family thing later. We can- we can do something though. The two of us. A quick spar or patrol-"

"Leo-" Donnie stops before the portal and Leo steps back. His younger brother looks at him, to the glow, and then back to him.

He turns to face him and Leo's heart sinks. Donnie shifts, uncomfortable. "Look. We don't- I don't- um, the thing about training is- it's- it's good, but it's not- in our interest group. And yeah, we can do it with you sometimes, but maybe not as often? Anymore?"

"We've always trained." Is all Leo can think to say.

"I know." He rubs the side of laptop. "Again, we don't have to stop. But you keep- pushing this on us. Almost daily. And it's- uh, Michael used a word- overwhelming? Yeah. Uh. It's a bit overwhelming."

Donnie doesn't look comfortable. He doesn't even look like he wants the words to be coming out of his mouth. Leo frowns, "Michael told you to say this."

"More or less." Donnie sighs as Leo looks to the portal. "Look, my point is- let's reschedule. And maybe talk about doing something else that Raph is less likely to avoid. Like movie nights. Those were always fun, right?"

"Movie night." Leo parrots. "Tonight?"

"Not tonight. Some other time." Donnie smile sympathetically. "Why don't you go join Mikey and Leon like you wanted? I'm sure they'd let you tag along if you ask."

He looks at Leo hopefully.

"Maybe I will." Leo hears himself say. He hates the idea of being a third wheel to the escapade that made his little brother forget all about him. Donnie doesn't move. He's waiting for Leo to let him go.

He points over his shoulder, smile forced. "Gotta finish my breakfast."

Donnie nods, relief sagging his shoulder. "Okay, then. See you later!"

"Yeah. See you-" Donnie hurriedly disappears through the portal.

Leo is left to the empty lair. "...later."

He doesn't wait around to see if he changes his mind. They never do.

He goes straight to the dojo.

He's already waited long enough as it is.

[yoroiis]

Saiki sighed dramatically, setting down a cloth-wrapped box in front of her twin. Getting access to the station had been difficult; she was a member of the Yashiro Commission, and though the station was often open to anyone who needed to speak to a doushin, just walking in with intentions to visit Heizou wasn't something considered 'needing to speak to a doushin', and had gained her more than a few looks as she'd followed Cettra inside after finally gaining permissions, a good ten minutes after she'd shown up at their front gate. Honestly though, she couldn't blame them - It wasn't often she came by the station itself and many still didn't know her as a result, requiring the running about to not only see if such a visit was okay, but to confirm she was who she'd claimed herself to be in the first place.

All the same, her dramatics had come with a smile, focusing her pale green gaze on Heizou's matching eyes a moment later. "Your lunch delivery service is here. I picked up a little extra for Cettra, too - I know she loves mochi, so there's a little extra for her." She'd pause there, fighting back laughter at the sound of the wolf's tail thudding against the wall from her hidden spot around a nearby corner; did she not think they knew she was there? "I brought the papers you asked for, too. I don't know what case you're working on, but I brought everything I could find... Be careful, all right?"

He would. Heizou was a brilliant detective and his skills as a fighter was top tier - She had firsthand experience to be able to say as much, occasionally catching up with him for a sparring session to keep their skills sharp together. Still, that didn't mean she wouldn't worry for him, head dipping into a barely-there nod to silently remind him as much. "Whatever criminal you're looking for... They're slick. The information I could gather says they've been to just about every island and have had hideouts everywhere, so... Just promise me you won't cause too much chaos. And if you need more than Cettra to back you up... Call for me. I'll be there." Yashiro, Tenryou... It didn't matter which commissions they worked for - She'd be there as fast as she could, just to back up her brother.

" -Ha! I thought I'd smelled some actual food somewhere! You're a real lifesaver for bringing me all of this, Sis. I seriously thought Cee and I were gonna have to sneak out of the station again and grab a bite to eat on our own. "

And with the way Heizou's eyes seemed to light up just with Saiki's surprise appearance, she'd probably instantly be able to tell he appreciated the favor! It was no secret that the detective couldn't stand the pre-made meals at the police station. When given the option to take one during a break from his paperwork or starve -- Heizou would almost starve! Not being able to pick his own food literally killed the thrill of lunch for him...and Saiki seemed to realize that, too!

Even if that wasn't the sole reason he'd asked for Saiki to bring him something either.

The case in question was a missing person's complaint. Heizou had recently managed to make a break in the files the Tenryou Commission had and track down a lead to a suspect. The problem was, he hadn't been able to get any farther than that. The man he'd decided they were after was apparently a notorious Inazuman island hopper with a large criminal background. He hadn't expected Saiki to come through for him when he'd asked her opinion of the case like a shot in the dark-

But with fried food for lunch, extra mochi for Cee, and a new break in the case he'd thought had gone cold again -- Heizou was on cloud nine!

" But c'mon, Saiki! You know you don't have to worry about me like that! I've already had my nose stuck in this case for awhile, and if I don't see it solved and someone prosecuted for it, then I'll never be able to live it down. Besides, you know I don't ever do the actual arresting, right? All I'm doing here is putting together the pieces for the other, more qualified, doushin to tackle. "

So her help? He doubted he'd need it, but it nice to know she cared enough to even offer it.

" And if I'm not mistaken- " he'd continue in a teasing tone. " Aren't you usually busy running around with that lowkey celebrity of a housekeeper nowadays anyway? Why would I bother my 'rising star' of a sister when she's got more important matters to deal with. "

[knockyasocksoff2022]

The Tribute Parade Part 1 - DAZAI

| 1,21 words |

My stylist is young, a girl named Lucy with pink-red hair down to her butt, and that's while it's plaited. She takes my measurements carefully, her touch light. She's afraid of me.

The tribute parade costumes are known for being horrendous, I can only imagine what ours will be. A poorly constructed boulder suit maybe? Mining outfits, no that's 12.

"Can I make a request of you, Lucy?"

She looks at me, wary, suspicious, "Within reason, maybe. But, uh, certain areas must be covered, it's the law!" She blushes.

"Oh, of course. I wouldn't dream of exposing myself, I do have class."

"So, what?" She says, still cautious.

"I want a corset, and eye makeup. Something fierce, cat-like." A contrast to Nakahara's doggishness.

She drops her tape measure. "What? Why? T-that's for women! Wait, n-no that's not what I meant! What I meant is that they don't let us dress the male tribute like that. I guess they want you looking strong or whatever."

"But can't you break the rules just this once? Just for me? You see, Nakahara is so pretty, I have to make myself stand out somehow, no?"

"I mean . . . of course." She looks even more unsure now. She must think I'm vicious for thinking of trying to get a leg up so soon, but what can I say, I'm a career. She knows that, so she doesn't question it. 

-

As we head down to the area where we'll wait before we're paraded out, Lucy turns to me, cheeks redder than her hair, "Y-you're very handsome already, Osamu. Good luck."

It feels strange to hear someone using my given name, but allowing her to was an easy way to make her feel special.

"To you as well, Lucy-chan. I'll wear your clothes well, make sure everyone knows what a brilliant stylist you are."

She makes a sound that falls somewhere between "Thank you" and a squeak, probably at my addition of the suffix. Ranpo told me that she's the youngest stylist the games has ever had, barely 16, and I'm very aware of how vile I am for flirting with her, but now I can use this affection she has for me to my advantage. She'll do anything I say.

-

Nakahara is already waiting for us. Seeing him makes me stop, he looks far different than he ever has. I expected them to put him in some sort of awful dress, but I should've known better than to think that Nakahara would let himself be forced into doing anything he didn't want to. He's far too strong-willed for that, in fact, he almost looks pleased with his outfit. I can tell, the confidence rolls off him in a way I haven't seen since our last training session back in Two.

His hair is down and grey tinsel has been put in, probably the same way Lucy did mine. We don't match (we never have) but we complement each other.

He wears a collared shirt and matching suit, both the colour of wet stone, with real pebbles attached as accents, including a one on his cross-tie. There are even minuscule stones under his cheeks, all unpolished, rough, and raw just like us, making them sparkle in the sun that comes through the massive skylight. His eyes are stormy again today. Alive, so alive.

We aren't equals, not really. I've been deluding myself. He's more than I'll ever be and to sacrifice myself for him wouldn't be such a waste. I wonder what Oda thinks of this. Surely he'd say it would be noble of me to help Nakahara, but I doubt he'd approve of me sacrificing myself, even for someone as good as Nakahara. He thought life was a waste, even mine. He'd call me selfish, and tell me I'm using Nakahara as an excuse to end it all. And he'd be right. But since my death would help Nakahara, he'd be right and wrong at the same time. Isn't life so funny that way? This is what he wanted, to help others. It'd be poetic to die fulfilling his life's mission, to give my death some meaning, that's what Oda would've wanted.

I must admit I'd miss Nakahara if he died, that's what I'm trying to get rid of by competing, the feeling of feeling anything for anyone, including myself. I'd miss having a sparring partner, someone to get my blood flowing with a good argument in the morning, someone who knows exactly how to send adrenaline thudding through my veins, someone who can give me the only feeling I let myself feel: thrill.

But, he has to die, so that's that.

He's looking at me just the same, but for once I can't read him and I don't bother to. Instead, I take his arm.

"Hmm, it's a tragedy," I whisper in his ear as we walk toward our chariot, aptly coloured a dusty grey. "Even with all that makeup you still look like a slug." It's meant to be particularly annoying since I can tell he's wearing none, but he must be feeling so sure of himself that it rolls right off because he says nothing, until he steps up, then, "All the makeup in the Capitol can't make a mackerel pretty, or did you think I wouldn't notice?" and then stretches out his hand to help me up though I, being 21 centimetres taller, clearly don't need it. But it helps with my plan, so I take it, allowing him to help me into the chariot.

His voice was a low whisper, almost drawing, sickly sweet with venom like a hard candy that's rotted on the inside, sticky, the kind of voice that clings to you. I've never heard him like that. Nakahara has never been one for quiet intimidation, always shouting and kicking about things. Perhaps he's modified his tactics for the games, I can't say he's the only one.

When we're both in I look at Nakahara once more. His eyes are fixed straight ahead at a point far in the distance even, it seems, beyond President Dostoevsky's mansion. At some signal neither heard nor seen, but from a distant control room, people begin cheering and the large doors begin to open.

The Hunger Games | soukoku |

Dazai and Chuuya are from District 2. Fukuzawa is their mentor who never talks about his games. Ranpo is their District Escort. Dostovesky is the President. Nikolai is a Telvision show host. All is great in Panem. Why do you ask?

(This fic includes Trans female to male Chuuya. If you don't like it, just don't read it.)

[darlingpwease]

precious special grade yuuta and his special grade darling <3 truest power couple <3 he'd be exponentially drawn to you if you were protective of him; you'd like him?? that much?? i mean... have you seen the other first years??.... are you sure?

in spite of the powerful amalgamation that is his dead best friend frantically swiping at you when you closely enter his perimeter, you still make the effort to smile at him charmingly and ensure that his training goes smoothly, and calm him down when he's frantic about the enemies, and eat with him on breaks, and see to that he isn't teased too much, and-- how can you expect him NOT to get flustered? he's so... unused to this, this strong positive bond after a life of induced isolation + unprocessed trauma; and he's likely to do anything, absolutely anything, to protect it. even if you're so much more skilled than him-- easily triumphing over him every time, he just wants to return the gesture, okay?

shdneg and when rika's soul finally passes on, im sure he'd be glad he's finally able to be fully... interested in private sparring sessions... just from an experienced special grade sorcerer to another special grade, you know? thus, it would require his full attention.

what a hassle, your white clothes. the others might be able to deduce what happened; when he grinds on your pants, or when his cum slicks down the front of your uniform, when he sobs into your shoulder.. if it leaves an opaque stain, a brand of his neediness, he'd be a taaaaaad too mortified. still, he's the one attached to your hip and constantly desiring to initiate sex, so.... law of equivalent exchange <3

blackout

content warnings: power imbalance (heavy implied), pet names, mutual obsessive behaviour (light worshipping r., clinginess, you are very coddling him & slightly brainwashing without realizing it), traumatic experience is mentioned (forced social isolation, lack of social experience, slightly delusional thinking, touch + attention starvation, he is such a desperate puppy), few emotional breakdowns here and there; poor little woof woof who can unexpectedly bite, now he has a gray morality

heavy petting, crying, oral sex (r.), hyperstimulation (g.), hypersexuality / fuck make love all the time

Yuuta is just a huge simp & pleaser; you're a disaster... and simp.

sjshjshshs,,, zjshsjsjjdd,,,, sjsjs,,,, listen, love, but when you belong to a special class,,,,,,,, this is the kind of food that I can eat at any time,,, my guilty pleasure,,,,,,

Maybe- maybe you have a few problems here and there because of how strong and over-developed you are — and maybe that's why when another "special grade" gets into the class, you don't even try to make it clear that you won't patronize and coo over him, forcing 'sensei' accept it, since this will still remain the most acceptable way.

In the end, it's obvious that Yuuta needs to get used to people — and it's obvious that leaving him with you is the best solution. Other 'fellow students' need time to get used to him, and it's even good that you, instead of considering him a threat, were so welcoming and affectionate; although it's a bit like you treat him neither as a pet nor as a younger brother, it's still much better than a hidden or open enmity with the curse in his body. Yuuta is so timid and restless, which makes Rika feel an even greater desire to hide him from others, so your ignoring such troubles is actually a solution — or maybe sensei just doesn't want to do this, this option is also very plausible, but you don't mind.

Rika doesn't treat you very well, but you still convince the nervous Yuuta that it doesn't matter, you understand everything; in the end, she's probably almost cute, you understand her — you wouldn't want to let go of such the cutie either. You just want to get along with him, and no curse can stop you if it can't even seriously hurt you, and although Rika is definitely unhappy to hear this, Yuuta can't deny that for some reason he felt warm.

Maybe it's your gentle friendliness in spite of his complex behavior, maybe the understanding that he can't hurt you anyway and you don't mind any of his peculiarities — but you just seem so special and inspiring confidence. Next to you, he just feels so protected and safe; you will protect him from others, and protect others from him — he should not worry about such things while you are around.

You understand what it's like to have a huge uncontrollable power, and you are ready to help him out of pure enthusiasm, even if his, um, hyperprotective friend is not very happy with you. But it doesn't matter, as long as he wants you — you are sympathetic and understanding, and he should take advantage of this!

Or when you wander around, saying something and helping him feel more at ease, convincing him that you understand him (almost mockingly "how can anyone understand you better than him" — you hope that he shares these feelings), and Yuuta feels so frivolously happy, feeling how you unobtrusively look after him and take care of his comfort, even if he blushes too desperately and is confused at first; he reaches for the intensity that you want to give him, too hungry for positive attention and the feeling that someone from the living people want to form a connection with him.

When you want "the best for him", gently convincing him that you, of course, know what is best — but you do not insist at all and do not force him. Yuuta is so desperate that even if you are cooing over him out of some much less innocent intentions, he lets you do it as long as you make him feel full of this delight. He has no experience, no understanding, except blind faith and feelings that you will not do anything wrong for him — and that he wants to return all the good that you indiscriminately gave him, at least as an unconditional trust, so as not to even cause you to doubt his gratitude.

You take care of him all the time, soothe him, gently almost tease him, teach him, listen and hear him — Yuuta can't even remember when someone was so affectionate and caring, but even when he involuntarily cries, telling you about it, you accept him.

Do you really think that he will not be greedy, feeling loved and needed? Even if your love is at first the purest platonic, he can't help but stick to you at any moment when he is free. You are so similar, but so different — and he is desperately reaching out to become the same, to become even better, to be worthy.

When his nervousness, his shyness, his fearfulness is replaced by devotion and loyalty; when he feels that now it's his time to give you more than to accept.

It doesn't matter what you want, he'll get it for you.

He is still the same gentle and slightly anxious, with his silly love for any animals, excessive politeness and the constant need to cling to you — but you are not sure that he is really the same Yuuta who screamed whenever you did not try to look as harmless as possible. The same Yuuta who blushed from any proximity, was afraid of unexpected touches, was sensitive even to a non-soft aura and could not even hold a weapon in his hands. Yuuta, who wanted to dispel Rika, told you about his past and asked about yours.

But it doesn't really bother you — and no one knows for the worse or for the better.

Yuuta does not like to fight, he hates to fight, he hates to fight back; he is too soft and hothouse, like a flower blooming only under the moonlight, because the sun is too bright for him — he does not understand the thirst for battle, he does not understand the meaning of fighting for himself if he can hide and run away... but he takes when you allow yourself an almost gentle teasing during another victory over him, that maybe one day you will need protection.

The curses are getting stronger every season, and even though you haven't lost yet, who knows when you will meet that curse that will kill you?

You have no idea what is going on in his head during these words,

even if you then joke that it is because of the fleetness of your life that he should try and show you what he is capable of while you are alive. Of course, you're not going to abandon him or leave, but you don't choose when you die — Yuuta is weak, even despite his grade, and you see that; so why wouldn't he fight for the sake of protecting you one day if he doesn't want to fight for the sake of a fight and doesn't want to fight for himself?

... Do you think about the real meaning of these words for him?

It doesn't matter, huh? When he starts fighting for real, trying, albeit clumsily, to fight back — that's the only thing you care about. The puppy will not learn commands if it is not trained; the flower will not be able to fly without wind; Yuuta will not be able to learn until he can fully give himself.

When he, wet from sweat, but burning, rushes into battle again to be shot down, but the next time he does not make the same mistake — only then do you feel satisfied. You are experienced and strong — those who do not have a real goal always die. And although it may not be morally right or rational to tie him to protect his life, but first you have to make him strong, and only then — help him to rethink.

Yuuta cries when you are tender to him, like,,,, he missed ordinary human love so much,,,, when a living person, breathing and warm, touches him, or says encouraging words, or just eats next to him, he feels so... social. You know, as never before, when he was only bullied or shunned. As if he has a friend.

Even if at first it may seem to you that he is too nervous or clumsy — he looks at you as if at a fire, almost avoiding your overly active friendly gestures, but eventually warms up, even if his skin burns when you touch him; and he would be scared by an unexpected almost pain, if he wasn't so ruddy and hot because of treacherous excitement.

You just take his hand (with his permission), noticing how he becomes, as soon as you put hand on his shoulder, and he just freezes when feels your skin. It's just so different compared to his, and he would like to say "tougher", but this is wrong — he himself has no idea why your skin feels like this, but wants to hold it forever, and again awkwardly breaks down, feeling that he can at least take someone's hands for such a long time years since Rika... died.

(you will probably have to calm him down again, even if he tried to restrain himself, but he is one of those who actually calms down when he is told to "calm down", even if at first, realizing that you still want to deal with him despite his emotional instability, he may start crying harder)

Yes,,,,, when Yuuta gets even closer to you, being less controlled — you can have a lot more time alone than before, without being afraid that someone will interrupt you if you are a little less gentle with him. Of course, these are just "training fights", but you take care that they are not sparing — when you knock him down again, forcing him to fall back.

Maybe you are a little excessive when hovering over him, not letting him rise, but this is for a better dive — does he really think that by remaining so weak and soft, he will be able to survive? You are sure that this is not the case. When his body shudders, feeling your fingers slide over the skin — hee, he's so sensitive, even though you didn't even try to be gentle; to be so excited after was beaten — it suggests certain thoughts.

Even if he blushes desperately, mumbling something, but does not even try to get out, letting your teasing slip away, — ignores or loves? — you can't help but feel excited for a moment, realizing that right now, sprawled under you, hot and tired, but waiting for your words, like a tamed obedient puppy, not even thinking that you might not be so kind — or would he be ready to accept you in any way?

He's so desperate to be "decent"; letting you do what you want, as if he has no shame or boundaries when it comes to you.

And you certainly aren't so vicious or full of lust to take advantage of someone who is so obedient and flexible for you, even if you don't feel any hitches or reluctance when you get too close and loom too un-teacher-like, but he doesn't break the silence with anything but a quiet almost moan when you put your hand on his shirt, feeling how fast his heart is pounding.

You are of the same rank — so why are you so different? Why is he so weak and unable to fight you back, why can you go so easily, why does he look up at you like that, letting you unbutton his shirt?

How would he react if you bent down right now and left a bite on his skin? His adam's apple moves when you look down — he definitely guesses what you're thinking, but he doesn't make a squeak.

Unsurprisingly, to everyone, Yuuta looked like the perfect victim.

Too good and pretty for his own good.

When you get too close to his ruddy face, he holds his breath.

“Training is over for today.”

Maybe when there was Rika, it was better. At least then you knew what was waiting for you for succumbing to temptation.

Now you weren't even sure that your attraction was unrequited.

(his stomach was slightly exposed when you undressed him. It will be good if neither this facial expression, nor his trembling, nor his stomach does not dream of you)

ajsgsjhshs,,,,, sjsjskskks,,,, shshshsh,,,,,,,,

When there are stains on your clothes, and you grumble that it's some kind of dirt, and what difference does it make, with these stains you will definitely be more noticeable, "isn't that what they wanted?", and Yuuta tries not to look embarrassed and ashamed, because when he rubbed against you- he didn't even think about it- it's not his fault, he can't think about anything when you're so close and he's so hot- but he's still very sorry...

Although next time he remains just as desperate when thigh riding you, gradually more and more drooling, clinging to your clothes, as if afraid that you will push him away, until he cums, hugging you tightly. He loves to snuggle so much, as if really trying to become one with you until his body becomes exhausted — and although you will definitely have to struggle with white clothes again (at least not as noticeable on white as you make your lover come to unconsciousness), Yuuta looks too good when crying in your shoulder, too sensitive due to constant touching.

Maybe you need more sets of white clothes than you planned, but you're still fine — it's worth it to see him timidly happy because of the next marks, even if he then helps you wipe them off. In the end, you still didn't like these clothes that were like a target for others — or at least that's what you tell him.

(although make him kneel down to properly apologize after he soiled your clothes... </3 he makes such cute noises when tries to be as pleasant as possible, letting you pull his hair and feeling so warm when you let him know that you feel good,,,, maybe a little in the morning, especially if it's hard for you to wake up — he just wants to be helpful <333)

(... or is it just an excuse to constantly touch you — he is so needy and touch starved that he is happy when you fuck his mouth or ride,,,, oral warming? oral warming)

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1019: Shingo Belmont? (King of Fighters)

Terry: Yo my peeps!

Terry: U will not believe the discovery I made this morning!

K': It isn't anything stupid again, is it?

Terry: Oh relax. It's not that dumb

Terry: I believe it's more fascinating if anything

K': I highly doubt that if it's coming from u of all people

Mary: Stop being a smart-ass towards my boyfriend, K'.

Mary: Tell us what u discovered today, babe

Terry: Why, thank you, Mary!~

Terry: 'Bout time I got some respect around here

K': (¬_¬)

Terry: But anyways, do u guys r familiar of Richter Belmont?

Kula: Who?

Rock: He's one of the members of the Belmont clan who utilizes in whips and other weapons to hunt down Dracula and his army of monsters.

Rock: And I think he's also a member of that Smash Tournament you entered, is he?

Terry: Correctamundo, Rookie!

Terry: Now tell me how familiar u guys our to Shingo

Mary: The hardworking goofball we know and love everyday?

Terry: The very same!

K': Where r u getting at with this, Bogard?

Terry: Okay, so yesterday, after a little one on one sparring match, Richter and I started hanging out around time till it hit me!

Terry: Him and Shingo

Terry: Those two look nearly identical together!

Mary: Wait, really?

Terry: Hell yeah! Same blue & white color schemes, same hair color, even their smiles are getting similar from on one another

Terry: Richter.jpg

Terry: Shingo.jpg

Mary: Oh wow.

Mary: The similarities of these two really are noticeable

Kula: I'll say.....

Kula: Do you think they could be long lost twins!?

Rock: Richter was born in the 1700s. Which would make him Shingo's great ancestor if they were really related.

Rock: Though, I'd never thought I would ever imagine Shingo using a whip until now.

K': He'd probably would've miss and get himself smacked across the face with it

Mary: Yeahhhh I don't think the kiddo would do well using an actual whip in a fight

Mary: Or those vampire hunting adventures that Simon guy does.

Kula: He could always ask Big Sis Seriah to teach him how

K': Assuming she isn't too busy

K': And if she would him anywhere near her precious Voodoo

Rock: She names her whip "Voodoo"?

K': Yep.

K': Even treats it like her own love child or whatever.

K': It's annoying and creepy.

Mary: I feel your pain on that, kiddo.....

Mary: Mr. Wolf Boi here treats his red cap as if it's his pride and joy

Rock: He names it Steve.

Terry: Hey, don't start talking crap about Steve like that u two!

Terry: He has feelings just as much as the rest of us here

Mary: See what we mean?

Rock: It's creepy and annoying on our end too.

Kula: U guys r silly lol

K': Says the girl who's eating ice cream in the morning....

Kula: Hey! Morning Ice Creams are just as yummy as eating them regularly

Kula: DON'T JUDGE!

........................................................................

K' groans and facepalms himself while Kula is sitting right next to him in the sofa pouting.

.......................................................................

K': Whatever. Just don't try and eat it during midnight, alright?

K': Then I'll never hear the end of it from your guardians......

Kula: 'Kay!~ :D

Good Boi Shingo Joins the Chat

Shingo: Gooooood Morning Everyone!

Kula: Shingo!!~

Mary: Hey there, kiddo!~

Rock: Morning Bud

K': 'Sup.

Terry: Shingo! Just the kid I want to see!

Terry: Whatcha doing right now?

Shingo: I'm at the gym with Leona for some sparring sessions

Mary: Ooooooooh!~ Is our boi out here spending some quality time with a ladyfriend?~

Kula: Ooooooooooh!~

Rock: Did not think Leona would be your type lol

K': She's so out of your league.

Shingo: Guys, come on! Leona and I aren't dating!

Shingo: We're just hanging out as friends, nothing more

Rock: Ok. But you do enjoy her company from time to time, don't you?

Shingo: Definitely!

Shingo: She's soooo cool and surprisingly cute if you get to know her a little more.

Shingo: ......P-Please don't tell her I said that.

Mary: We won't tell~

Rock: Our lips are already sealed lol

Kula: 🤐 👍👍

K': I dunno, Yabuki.....

K': That all depends on what you're willing to give me in exchange

Shingo: .....You're serious?

K': Yuuuup.

K': Unless you want me to tell Leona about the text instead

Shingo: Alright, alright, fine!

Shingo: I'll give you a bag of beef jerky later

K':

Shingo: Two bags

K':

Shingo: Five Bags of Beef Jerky! HAPPY NOW!?

K': Very

Kula: Bully!

K': Sweet Tooth Gremlin

Terry: Alright, enough fighting in the chat you two!

Terry: Shingo, u think u could do me a favor right quick?

Shingo: Yeah. Sire thing, Terry

Terry: Cool!

Terry: First and foremost, how familiar you are with "Castlevania Sympathy of the Night"

Shingo: Fairly decently for the most part. I remember I used to reenact some of the dialogs in the game when I first playing it a while back

Shingo: Exactly the exchange between Richter and Dracula

Terry: Perfect!

Terry: Think u can record yourself reenacting the firsr line Richter said when he walks in the lair, and post here on chat for a sec?

Shingo: Not the kind of request I was expecting to do, but sure why not.

Richter Reenactment.vid

......................................................................

Shingo: (Stands One Foot on One of the Benches in a Victorious Like Manner While Using his Phone to Record Himself) Die, monster! You don't belong in this world!....(Turns to Leona Sitting Next to Him) How's that?

Leona begins to covers her mouth and giggle Softly as the video itself abruptly ends.

.........................................................................

Shingo: Sooo? What do u guys think of that?

Terry: That sounds perfect!

Terry: You would make a fine Belmont one of these days

Shingo: Belmont?

Mary: Terry's been thinking u and that Richter look identical to one another

Shingo: Seriously?

Shingo: Wait. Does the Richter in the Smash Town has long or short hair?

Rock: Short. Kinda looks like your hair in a way

Shingo: Ooooh okay. Neat.

K': Nevermind all of that

K': Did I just saw Leona laughing on that video of yours?

Shingo: Uh....Yeah. She was gigging. Why?

K': I've worked with that girl for god knows how long at this point and I've never, on my life, seen her laugh before!

Shingo: Really? Not even a little chuckle?

K': Not even.

K': U guys think I should try and tell her a joke of some kind?

Terry: Don't see why not

Terry: But if u ever need some tips on how to make a joke land, I'm only one call away 😁👍

Mary: Yeah, K', I advise you to stay clear from learning lessons from Terry.

Rock: His jokes ranges from predictable puns to terrible dad jokes

Terry: Oh come on! The jokes I make are top tier quality!

Mary: Yeah, for middle age men who tries to be remotely humorous

Terry: Oh and like u two can come up with better punchlines

Rock: It may take a while to do, but we're up for the challenge

Mary: Damn right! Rocky and I got this in the bag!

Terry: Alright then. Come up with a good ass joke or two by tomorrow and I'll see if you two have the rights to critique my comedic abilities

Terry: I'll even take you out to Café if it's good enough. My treat ;)

Mary: U r so on, Bogard!

Rock: Challenge accepted!

K': Whatever. I'm gonna look up some jokes on the internet

Kula: I'm gonna get more morning ice cream

Meanwhile at the Southtown's Gym......

Leona: (Takes a Look at a Picture of the Headbanded Vampire Hunter on Shingo's Phone) So this is the person they compared you to?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep. Richter Belmont of the Belmont clan. He uses a whip and other weapons to hunt down Dracula and his forces. I didn't really think I would be compared to him up until now....

Leona: (Looks Back and Forth at Shingo and the Picture in Front of Her) The similarities between you two are uncanny....Though, I can't really imagine you using a whip in combat unfortunately.

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah, neither can I honestly. Pretty sure I would've gotten myself smacked by that thing multiple times......Hey, speaking of which, do you wanna play Castlevania Sympathy of the Night with me and the others later on today? if you still have freetime on your hands of course.

Leona: I do. (Starts Looking Down and Rubbing her Arm.a Bit Shyly) I just.....never been good at playing video game.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) That's okay. We could teach you all there is to play until you get the hang of it. And if any of us get bored of it, we could always try a different game to play, your choice.

Leona: (Genuine Surprise by the Sudden Request) Oh!...Well....(Grabs her Chin While Thinking) I have heard from Kula how Mario Party was to you to all. So wouldn't mind trying that out eventually.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) Mario Party it is then. (Starts Stretching a Bit) Is there anything else you wanna do to pass the time until then?

Leona: I'm not sure.....Perhaps we could go back the coffee shop and talk some more? (Smiles a Little) I do enjoy your company quite a lot actually.

Shingo: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) I enjoy yours too, Leona-san. And yeah, we could totally do that. I can even make us a beverage of our choices if they let me in the corner.

Leona: That's okay. You don't have to go out of your way to do that for me.

Shingo: I know, but I want to. You are my friend after all.

Leona: (Eyes Widens a Bit as Her Heart Slowly Begins to Melt into Sincere Happiness) And you are mines as well, Shingo Yabuki. Thank you.

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[romelle]

Do u have any clingy Keith headcannons? Like we know Lance likes to cuddle but poor Keith not even realizing how much he'd been missing out on until Lance

sorry it took me a bit to respond!! have some dumbassery <3

the touches start with lance, as most things do

it's all in the name of rivalry, though! playing footsie under the table, intense thumb wars, arm wrestling, sparring sessions, fingers just barely brushing at the dinner table....typical rival stuff. you wouldn't get it

keith: i don't catch feelings easily.

lance, gently bumping his fist against keith's arm after a mission: sharp work, samurai ;-)

keith: thanks. i gotta go pick out a tux

lance once hooked his chin over keith's shoulder to get a better look at a new project that hunk was showing them, and then just stayed there for full two minutes. keith held his breath for most of them

lance, poking him in the cheek: dude, are you okay? you're burning up

keith, voice cracking: i'm fine

lance, chuckling to himself: yeah, you got that right

keith: what.

lance: what? nothing! your stupid mullet is getting in my face.

keith: you could just move?

lance: oh. do you want me to move?

keith: no.

lance:

keith: uh. i mean, whatever. i don’t care. do what you want.

hunk: ...are you two done yet? like, is it over?

the first time keith initiates the touch is right after a really scary battle, while they're still in their undersuits. he just desperately needs to feel another heart beating against his own, so he slumps his entire weight against lance. his heart has always been the loudest.

after that, they start hugging it out more often. whenever lance sees keith awkwardly hoovering around, he spreads his arms and goes "bring it in, emoboy", at which keith promptly shoots him a glare

(he still brings it in, though)

keith, head resting on lance's chest: how does your heart always beat so fast?

lance, chuckling nervously: there's probably something terribly wrong with me. don't think about it too hard

as time goes on, keith slowly grows more relaxed. he sits really close to lance at lunch, and leans his head against his shoulder during movie nights. pats him on the back after a work well done, and then just leaves his hand to rest right there, in between lance's shoulderblades

he keeps getting bolder with it, is what i'm saying

lance, after pinning keith down during training: that's how it's done, baby! say hello to the new master of hand to hand combat.

keith: are you joking?

lance: nope! how does it feel to be underneath me, mullet?

keith, slowly bringing his hands to rest on lance's waist: not so bad, actually.

lance:

keith:

lance: should we kiss now

keith: i mean it'd be wrong if we didn't

once they start dating, they hold hands a lot

lance, teasingly: this is kinda like the bonding moment

keith: you mean the one where you held my hand for twenty seconds and then i immidiately started falling for you? even though you barely remembered it the next day? that bonding moment?

lance: you seem upset. do you want me to cradle you in my arms about it?

sometimes when they read through the reports in the lounge together, lance will absently play with keith's fingers and kiss the spot right below his glove. keith just sits there, looking at him with that dumb soft smile and not getting any work done.

keith: hey lance

lance: hm?

keith: you were right. you really are a master of hand to hand

lance:

lance:

lance: that was so bad. i'm gonna kiss you senseless

lance doesn't get any work done after that, either

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 7

Helping Hand

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: Bucky helps y/n in more ways than one

Warnings: talk about sex kinda

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Training with the soldier wasn't all bad, really. I mean sure, being knocked on my ass every five minutes when we sparred was hell, but there were other aspects too. HYDRA basically made the soldier train me into being their own personal assassin.

Today, it was knife-throwing. One of the few skill I already had - after all, being left in boredom for a whole year led me to experiment and find something new. I was self taught, not very good, but I knew the basics.

I walked up to the target carefully, eyes wide at I watch the soldier throw a knife that pierced through the handle of a blade that was already embedded in the bullseye. I shook off the shock, focusing on my own target as I walked up to it. Lifting a knife out of the belt I wore, I angled it at the target - keeping my wrist slightly loose - and threw. Fuck. Landed in the third ring out from the bullseye.

Again. I threw, wrist loose, and a similar outcome. As I lined up for a third throw, I felt a hand on my right shoulder, stopping me. I looked up, eyes piercing into the soldier's as his averted from me, to the blade in my hand, to the target.

My breathing became heavy, laboured, as he made his way around me, the soldier positioning himself behind me. His hands ran down my arms, resting either side of my wait - one radiating heat, the other cold and making my flinch slightly when it came into contact with the exposed skin from where my shirt had ridden up slightly. He used this grip to correct my stance, remaining behind me and grabbing my wrists to move them into the right position. His hot breath on the back of my neck was making me unfocused, intoxicated.

"Loosen your wrist." He said lowly, "more. It's all about the flick of your wrist." He explained, waiting for me to be ready. "Good. Now, release on your exhale." He breathed.

I took a deep breath in, letting the small blade loose on my exhale, eyes trained to the flash of silver as it flew through the air. Just to the left of the bullseye.

"Good. Try again." So I  did, landing a fraction closer to the black dot in the centre of the target. "Good girl." The soldier remarked, the praise sending an odd tingle through me. I could practically hear his smile as he spoke, but before I could respond, his warmth from  my body was gone - the soldier back at his own target one again.

...

I stood in the shower room, back bare and bloody still after I had managed to stagger from the whipping room. I stood with my back to the mirror as I looked over my shoulder, wincing every time the small towel touched any of the wounds.

Today's punishment had been unusually brutal, with the whip cracking down on my back in the same two places for every lashing. As a result, two long gashes spanned widthways diagonally across my upper and lower back, oozing crimson tauntingly as tear stained my already reddened cheeks.

I huffed out a frustrated sigh, turning back around to wash the blood from my once-white towel. Steam clouded the edges of the mirror and I could hear a steady stream of water coming from behind one of the curtains, meaning the the Soldier was probably washing after our training session.

In my efforts to get my towel as close to it's original colour, I was completely oblivious when the stream of water cut out and the stained-white curtain ripped back - the rings making a horrible noise against the metal rail. My eyes slowly drifted up to my own reflection staring back at myself, a grimace forming on my face at the sight.

Harsh, purple and green bruises decorated my right jaw, a small cut split across my left cheekbone and a now-drying cluster of blood was dripping down my forehead and tangling with my sweat-crusted hair. I tentatively reached up with one hand, running my fingers so lightly over the bruise on my cheek you'd barely know I'd touched it if I hadn't been for the whimper that escaped my lips.

A movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention, my eyes drifting to the side to see the soldier looking intently at my back in the mirror. I swallowed deeply, dropping the water-clad towel into the sink without looking away from the soldier. I suddenly felt hit, with his eyes burning into me, and tried to make a move to leave. But his hands on my waist stopped me, kept me in place.

"This is how they're punishing you?" The soldiers husked deeply beside my ear, and I nodded meekly. What he did next I didn't expect in a thousand lifetimes, but the soldier reached around me and pulled open the cupboard beside my head before pulling out a role of bandages.

We stood in silence as he dressed my wounds, my eyes never leaving the mirror as I gazed at his focus expression. He looked different to how he did when he fought, calmer, tranquil even. He didn't look like a killing machine, like a lackey of HYDRA, no. He looked more like a vulnerable boy who had been forced into something he didn't want, but with no choice other than to do as he'd been told. Neither of us said a word every time I flinched or let out little yelps and winces of pain, his eyes only drifted to mine in the steamed mirror and only left when I'd give him a small nod, a signal to continue.

When he'd finished he stepped away, using a soft grip on my hips to turn me around. He gave me a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. I returned it, but gasped sharply as he lifted my up and placed me atop the counter beside the sink. He picked up the sodden towel and run it out until it only remained damp and carefully lifted it to my forehead, cautiously and gently rubbing the wound there clean, until only a small cut on my hair line remained.

As his attention shifted to the cut on my cheekbone, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down his toned torso, over his abs and to his v-line which disappeared beneath the towel he had wrapped  around his waist. When my eyes trailed up again, the couldn't help but observe the mess of scars at the base of his metal arm - where it was connected to his shoulder.

"I know it isn't pretty, but at least I have an arm." The soldier remarked, dropping the little towel in his hand back into the sink and looking into my eyes. I quickly averted my gaze from his body, cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of getting caught. He smirked slightly, using one of his fingers to tip my chin upwards so I had no choice but to look in his eyes.

It wasn't a rough, power-asserting position like it was intended to be when the general did it. No, it was soft, endearing and I couldn't get enough of him. The soldier used his metal hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, a shiver finding my when the cold metal came into contact with my skin.

"Thank you." I murmured, eyes flirting between his own and his lips. The soldier's were seemingly doing the same. My overwhelming urge to kiss him was quelled when his lips came into contact with mine, dominating but not hard. His lips were plump, yet chapped - I mean how could you expect any less, it's not like the Winter Soldier was going to think about putting some lip balm on. I sat there, dumbfounded, unmoving. My eyes clenched shut at my hands brushed lightly up his arms before settling on his shoulders.

He pulled away all to soon. His smile seemed more genuine, touching his eyes slightly as his lips curled upwards. I was sure I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn't find it in myself to care as my eyes because mesmerised with his own, now blown wider with lust so only a small ring of cerulean blue rimmed his pupils. That was not the only evidence of his arousal though, as I could feel the other give away poking at my thigh. The towel around his waist did nothing to hide it, and my eyes widened slightly when I registered how big it must be.

Sensing this, the soldier's smirk grew, and he leant in slowly to capture my lips in one last, gentle kiss, before he was retreating from the room. The sound of the metal door swinging shut made me snap out of my hazy daydream trance and come back to reality, the pain throbbing from my back now in full focus as I hopped down from the counter with a groan.

[n-blanca-archived]

↳ CLASS 1-A HC’S TO MAKE YOU SMILE (hopefully) 

A/N: i’ve been on class-1a brainrot (yes, all of them. collectively) for SO LONG and honestly? I love it here. romance is all good and dandy but FRIENDSHIP? good shit. 

on that note, these pairings are all platonic! just little things i like about their dynamics or things i think they’d do when they hang out :) feel free to see them as romantic though, not like i can stop you :P

p.s sorry for dipping??? for like months???

genre: fluff

warnings: minor situational angst

→ Denki & Izuku

❑ These two boys are the other’s hype-man, totally. Kaminari absolutely does not mind sitting through Izuku’s ravings about the fluctuating hero rankings, or even just the times where Izuku mutters on and on. 

❑ Kaminari’s been ignored enough times to know that it doesn’t feel good at all to want to talk to someone and for them to sheepishly tell you they’d long since stopped listening. Izuku does the same for Denki, no question. Sometimes Denki starts talking, and he doesn’t really...stop. 

❑ But Izuku finds it’s nice to hang out with the boy, and he doesn’t mind not contributing to the conversation when Denki looks so elated to see someone listening for once. 

❑ While I will forever be the number one advocate for Bakugou tutoring Denki and finding different studying strategies that work for Denki instead of giving up on him, I think Izuku’s just as likely to do that for kami! 

❑ It’s a frustrating first session, but once Izuku’s brian suggests that Kami might just need another method of studying, he takes that idea and runs with it. 

❑ The next week, kami goes to Izuku’s room a little afraid of the freckled boy rejecting him- but to his surprise, Izuku presents him with all types of new study methods, including colored index cards and a home-made sentence reader that covered the entire page except for one line at a time.

❑ (yes, he did tear up for a second.) 

❑ They end up going through that week's chapter in half the time it usually took Denki to get a subject, and they got to play video games afterward! 

→ Ochako & Katsuki

❑ While I don't think the boys in 1-A look down on the girls in the sense of "but they're girls so they are weaker :(" all that much- Katsuki was the first and only one really to make that clear. He didn't see her as something or someone to pity. She was an opponent and a damn capable one at that.

❑ So, yes. Maybe Ochako and Katsuki aren't exactly best friends who'd die for each other. But they’ve proven to each other that if there's someone who'll bring their all to a fight no matter the circumstance, it's each other.

❑ Ochako’s weariness when it came to Katsuki was short lived. It was kind of hard to be so...afraid of someone who treated you better than others seemed to coddle her when she told them she was a hero-in-training. 

❑ It starts small, too. At first it was just teaming up occasionally during class for spars. Then it was going to the gym after school with Katsuki and Eijirou. 

❑ Tiny little hang-outs like that then turn into joining the blonde on his morning runs every once in a while, and eventually Ochako found herself seeking out Bakugou every weekend, and the blonde seemed to be on the same mind-track, too. Every Sunday, when Ochako pulled open the front door, she spotted Katsuki, stretching out in the front lawn, waiting for her. 

❑ (and if they occasionally have breakfast together after their bi-weekly sunday training sessions, then that's their business.)

→ Shouto & Eijirou

❑ them hanging out wasn't really ever. Expected. Like, at all.

❑ but kirishima's shown that he has a knack for weird, almost hostile awkward boys with low friend counts

❑ so shouto fits right in

❑ really it starts when Kirishima finds Shouto in the common room, staring into space. Usually he'd leave him be, but it was weird to see the boy without his group of friends joining him

❑ in an effort to get to know shouto better, kiri offers to play a few rounds of super smash bros,,, and shouto just. blinks. at him. And kiri blinked back for a second before he realizes shouto didn't know what super smash bros was

❑ and of course, to kiri, that's absolute blasphemy

❑ so kiri abandons his trip to the kitchen in favor of sitting next to shouto on the couch, and teaching him how to play as many video games as they could fit in one night

❑ (the first time kiri sees shouto laugh, he can't help the way his face splits into a grin. Todoroki, while not mean, was someone who came off as cold most of the time, so to see him so relaxed made Eijirou feel warm.)

❑ somehow it becomes a regular thing-- shouto would come downstairs, and eventually Kirishima would show up. Sometimes they were both alone, sometimes they were surrounded by their friend groups. But every time without fail, Kirishima would take his place next to shouto, hand him the blue controller that he favored, and turned on the TV to select the first game they'd be playing

❑ (watching Shouto start to gain some of Kirishima's vernacular was also an interesting - read:hilarious - experience)

→ Mina & Yuga

❑break dancing buddies

❑ like. I'm not kidding these two have moves.

❑ well. Mina does, at least. Aoyama gets it pretty quickly but it took him a second to familiarize himself with how your body moves when your break dancing.

❑ aoyama's danced ballet most of his life, so dancing wasn't new to him

❑ but this particular type of dancing was new to him- so of course he reached out to mina after the UA festival

❑ mina, ever the angel, agreed!!!!! Dancing buddies!!!

❑ Mina's also loved dance for a good amount of time

❑ it started in middle school, and just carried into highschool. The idea of being to express yourself with your /body/ was exciting, plus you looked really cool while doing it too!

❑ so when she gets asked by Aoyama to teach him how to breakdance she's nervous, but completely giddy to be able to be someone else's intro to a hobby that was a big part of her life

❑ it's not an uncommon sight to see mina and Aoyama, in their workout clothes, working through moves Step by step with Mina's phone blasting some random song that was beat heavy

❑ (Aoyama would be an interesting extra add on to the bakusquad. Am I wrong? No 🚗)

→ Hanta & Tsuyu

❑ Sero never really interacted with tsuyu, not to say he didn't like her! she just wasn't in his social circle

❑ so to say he felt awkward when he found her in the corner of the library during free period- curled up and sniveling away - was an understatement

❑ still, he put down the fourth issue of a manga he was /really/ looking forward to catching up on, and sat next to her until she calmed down enough to tell him what's wrong

❑ turns out, winter always sucked and made her tired, which made her sad. Added on to the already existing amphibian instincts in her that hated loud noises or too many people, it could get really overwhelming for her

❑ Sero offered to let her into his room whever she wanted to hang out in the quiet, if she felt embarrassed to do so with her closer friends

❑ she seemed surprised, but quickly agreed.

❑ Sero wouldn't tell her, but he often felt the same in a sense. The only two people in his friend group who could be relatively quiet in more personal settings were Bakugou, ironically, and Kirishima. So he often found himself leaving group hang-outs just a little early, to destress in his quiet room.

❑ tsuyu hadn't expected him to stay with her, and especially not offer his room to her whenever she needed to get away. Still, she agreed, knowing she'd probably never take him up on his offer

❑ she was proven wrong three days later, when Ochako squealed about...something.

❑ tsuyu couldn't say for sure what the floaty girl was yelling about. Normally she was attentive, really! But her head was throbbing and she was on the verge of falling asleep then and there when Ochako burst into a loud yell of excitement, startling the frog-like girl

❑ so tsuyu gathered her stuff as quickly as her sluggish body allowed, rushed out a quick goodbye to her baffled friends and made her way to the dorms

❑ the elevator was a struggle, with the humming of the machinery almost lulling her to sleep. She made it out successfully, though due to her drowsiness and increasingly blurring vision, she realized just a little too late that she had wandered down the wrong hallway

❑ sero's name plate made her stutter in her tracks, but after a moment of deliberation that left her swaying on her feet, she knocked as strongly as she could on the thin door, hoping the lanky boy was in his room

❑ thankfully, he was, and he only offered her a small smile before ushering her into the room and guiding her to his bed. Tsuyu thinks she croaked out a tiny "thanks", but she couldn't really be sure

❑ she slept better in those 39 minutes than she had in weeks

❑ after that, tsuyu somehow got into the habit of wandering down the opposite hallway once she left the elevator, and most of the time Sero would open his door when she knocked, only giving her a smile before letting her wander to his bed or, more commonly, the pile of blankets and bean bags he had in a corner of his room.

❑ (she wouldn't admit it, and neither would he, but the times where they walked back to his dorm together once their free period began were their favorites. and the days where tsuyu wasn't so sleepy and they talked for the hour they had weren't so bad, either)

okokok i’m cutting it here since that last section was super long! who knew i had so much to say about hanta and tsuyu ,,,, 

anyway! this was super fun, so i’ll definitely be doing stuff like this more in the future. if you have two characters you’d particularly like to see, don’t be afraid to jump into my ask box! 

[katsukisbeatingheart]

if you want

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he has a bit of a difficult time being patient.

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a03

pt. 2

It was a little untoward but did as good a job as any.

A blush burst like confetti in a rage rash across his cheeks; and if you didn't know any better, you'd think the mighty Katsuki was actually maybe a little embarrassed.

"Well?"

He shifted in his place, trying—and failing—to maintain a façade of a complacent blasé boy just casually asking out a close friend.

"Close" was a bit of a stretch for you. Yes, you found him quite brash and obnoxious and a little insensitive; but you couldn't deny what he meant to you. At least, you thought highly of him, and you were sure you could tell him anything—but you weren't positive that was reciprocated.

Was he one of your best friends? Yes.

Would you even dare to ask him how he felt about you? No.

You! Didn't! Want! To! Ruin! What! You! Had! It had taken what seemed like ages for him to finally warm up to you, without, like, actually exploding—and if you think you'd run the risk of watching that go down in flames? You considered yourself an idiot.

However, unbeknownst to you—Katsuki thought you were the world. If he could put it to words and send them out through that angry trap cursing everything to hell—he'd say you were a force of nature. A worthy rival, a trusted partner, and a kind and wonderful friend.

Except all he's got are angry bees and a tornado in his brain, at all times. As such, anyone he admired, he felt the need to challenge. On all levels physical, he planned to annihilate them. Which wasn't necessarily the case, well, in your case.

Although, there were—a few physical levels— He shook that thought away. That's an idea for a later date. The blush flared. 'Much later.'

But really, he loved provoking you. Only because you're so cute and intelligent and warm and messy—so, so messy—and he got a serious kick out of that. You're complex and human and alive. Despite your faults, you refused to let anything stop you in the end game—you refused to let that keep you from what you wanted. He watched you grow, and evolve and adapt to those weaknesses, and suddenly the line between strengths and not began to blur. He even dared to call you one of his personal heroes.

Thankfully for him, no one in the class noticed for the longest time.

Unsurprisingly, Kirishima was the first.

Bakugo would casually watch you walk into the room, head in his hand, eyes trailing each step you took. A silent Ejirou, sitting beside his best friend minding his own business, would look up startled—at the now fuming boy with a hand to his temple, or rubbing the back of his neck.

"You alright there, man?"

"Stomachache."

The dear boy would stare on in confusion, but keep to himself—a man's business was his business. Puzzled, he witnessed Katsuki all but sprint out the door, noticeably more red than his usual complexion. Then, minutes later, Katsuki would return, smelling notably more of burning sugar, and looking like he'd run maybe half a mile. Kiri wouldn't question it. Until, after that, across the room you'd laugh at something Denki or Ochacko had said, and Bakugo would stand right back up again.

"What's wrong?"

"It's back again." And that'd be the end of that.

It became a reoccurring thing throughout the weeks, when finally—bewilderdly—Kirishima would come to the conclusion Katsuki had been stubbornly avoiding. He popped the question a few weeks later.

"You like someone, don't you."

Class had taken a recess, and his best friend took the liberty to gravitate toward him with a pencil and notebook in hand to work on an upcoming assignment—hopefully without being disturbed, which already wasn't happening.

Bakugo's whole body twitched. "I– you– what– you weirdo what is that supposed to mean?"

Kirishima blinked owlishly at his friend. He wasn't sure what to say next, as he honestly didn't think he'd get this far.

"Well... you've been acting kinda strange lately... around someone in particular..."

Bakugo raised his eyebrows defensively. He hoped that did a good job of masking his expression, because he suddenly had a pretty good idea as to where this was going.

"Well, I mean..." Kirishima dragged a path along with his eyes, coming to a stop at an angle, gazing at you covertly through his lashes. Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying really hard to keep his heart from racing anymore than it already was. He pointedly looked back down at his paper, a tighter grip on his pencil.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

Eijiro couldn't keep a grin from crawling across his smug face.

"Oh, but I think you do."

After that, the secret couldn't keep to itself and the rest of the class began to trickle into the loop. Much to the surprise of everyone, they weren't all that surprised because they thought you're quite wonderful. But Katsuki? And a crush?

He couldn't help it; the guy seriously respected you.

With all of the determination rivalling theirs to become professional heroes, the class set to work on making this happen. They split up and rearranged classroom chores, made up excuses as to why they couldn't make it to study sessions where you and Bakugo attended, and shut out any outside obstacles—curfews, misplaced lunch seatings, Mineta.

"Oh, no, it's okay! You go ahead, I've got this," you chirped, in a positively upbeat mood. It was so absurdly warm, Kaminari felt guilty about moping the entire day to get out of his after school tasks. He'd managed to convince you he had a sick baby bird at home to tend to, before having to return to the dorms later tonight. Of course, that was a lie.

'It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause.' Denki knew he was a simpleton; but he'd be damned if he didn't have his moments.

"Are you sure? I'd really hate to trouble you, ya know," he offered, conjuring his best solicitous veneer, silently hoping he wasn't overdoing it now.

"No, yeah! Go on ahead; I heard you mention you had some personal things to take care of—you sounded really stressed about it." Denki had to will himself from openly clutching his chest and bursting into tears.

'Attentive and kind as always! I would expect nothing less of you.'

He opened his mouth to reply with something a little more heartfelt, but the burning gaze of Mina—probably stealthily situated peering through the windows facing the hall—stared holes into the back of his head. Kaminari's mouth snapped shut, and he took that as his cue to bounce. "Great! Awesome. Noice, thank you—" he rambled in an absolutely-not-guilty-at-all lilt. At the door though, he paused, throwing a suggestive smile over his shoulder, "—you kids have fun."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, not yet having received the eight new text messages from your other friends, conveniently busy with their own matters, as well.

After a while, Katsuki came to realize that this dancing around his feelings business was getting to be a little old. He felt pathetic, ordinarily used to tackling things head on. It took some serious convincing, on his part—but he knew what he wanted.

He tried small things, at first—microscopic, all considered, but this was Bakugo. Katsuki began propping doors open for you to pass by if you were walking together, like a real gentleman would.

He dropped snacks by your desk;"You forgot your money again, didn't you, dumbass?"

Always kept an extra water bottle on hand with your name on it; "Don't need you passing out during class, idiot."

He even gave you a little star sticker he had "found" on his way back from an orthodontist appointment; "It was stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I don't want it, you take it." It was in too perfect condition for that to be true.

By then he felt silly, recognizing that this probably wasn't going to be enough to get his point across; even if his friends, at least, noticed the small attempts (trying very hard to keep their mouths shut, all the while).

Katsuki didn't know where the fire was, but eventually he'd had enough of himself. This was going to happen, and it was going to happen today.

After an afternoon of mulling and seriously suppressed grins, Bakugo approached you with an imperceptibly wavering stride. He could launch himself into the heat of a fight no problem, but Katsuki Bakugo was not perfect—no matter how arrogant and prideful he was to admit that.

"Hey. Come practice with me."

You blinked in surprise, running your fingers along the hem of your uniform almost self consciously. It was nearing the evening, and you'd figured he would've joined everyone in studying back at the dorms.

'Although, I suppose sparring is a form of studying,' you reasoned with yourself.

'But... why me?'

He brought you to a secluded clearing, amongst the woodlands surrounding the campus. It wasn't so deep in as to hide evidence, but it was free enough from prying eyes and ears—he made sure of that, with a totally justified menacing promise on his classmates' lives. The overhang of leaves, swooping branches, and glistening waters—complete with lil frogs leaping amongst the moss—made this probably one of the best places he could think of for this exact situation. It was definitely the most fairy tale thing he had ever seen, which said a lot—his mother had dragged him and his father to TDL on many an occasion when he was a child.

Of course, he supposed it was just his stupid, newly developed romantic bastard brain romanticizing everything.

Setting the scene was the trick—because if that had gone wrong, then this would've been glossing near "patronizing", and would probably be much closer to a threat. In a way, you wryly wondered if it really was.

"Hey," he nearly barked. "Anyone home?"

You'd been standing in a silent stupor long enough for Katsuki to grow nervous-impatient. He'd put his hands in his pockets and kicked a little bit at the ground beneath him, trying to maintain some sense of calm. The glower in his eyes gave him away.

Your lips popped open in a fish face motion as you grappled for your words. "I–I– I'm really– I–" Your tongue stumbled over itself. Katsuki gave you an expectant look and you felt your cheeks turn a brand new shade of red.

"I just– I can't– I don't–"

You tried so hard, trying to find the right words. They stubbornly refused to appear, wrestling with each other in the deepest part of your gradually dizzying consciousness. Your hands trembled, waving around aimlessly, making a point you hadn't even begun to form yet.

Bakugo suddenly felt as though he had hit a wall. An invisible one, because this was exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. It grated at his ego and he was slowly getting more and more agitated, his deepest insecurities writhing under his skin. You stuttered and gestured, wringing your slicked palms on your clothes.

After a long, silent moment, his face fell into a stone cold stare you'd never seen directed at you before. It morphed from uncertainty, to a grimace you associated with catching a bad smell, and into an equable scowl. Your heart thumped to the pit of your stomach.

A forcibly steady breath through the nose. "Fine."

He straightened his posture.

"I get it."

The dark look stared down at you, something you were sure was one of his special moves. "It's whatever. It doesn't matter, anyway." Except it did.

Your eyebrows knitted, your pulse quickening. "Katsuki, I– that's not–"

Biting back a sneer, Bakugo seethed through his teeth. "Save it," he hissed. "I don't want to fucking do this if I'm the only one giving my all."

The shock that came to you is what you assumed being struck by lightning felt like. You wanted to laugh, and tell him that was such a Katsuki thing to say in a situation like this; but he was already stomping away, taking strides to double yours.

"Katsuki, wait!" You called out, feeling coming back to your legs, and made to move in after him. "Katsuki!"

His silhouette gradually disappeared into the leaves that had initially felt so welcoming, like they promised something.

You went as quick as you could, mindful of the roots and pockets of earth at your feet.

As Bakugo slid out of reach, his words were a deafening whisper in the hushed world around you.

"Just—leave me alone."

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{a/n: hello!! i have this split up bc i wanted to write a few more scenes under the same premise... plus!! having something extra to do gives me a little more motivation & inspiration to make new things; thanks for reading<3}