#its why he spends so much time at the dojo

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Zoro Falling In Love With You Would Include...

Request: I've been binge watching one piece this Friday night so I could appreciate your recent requests and finally send one in! Please can you write for Zoro falling in love? 🥹❤️ I know you would do it amazingly!

Yayayay I've been waiting to write something like this for Zoro, thank you lovely!!! I had WAY too much fun writing this one I am so sorry if I went overboard on the imagery but also sorry not sorry I want to press a thousand kisses over this beautiful man's face

Okay this actually took way too much time to write so comments are much much appreciated!!

Warning: slightly suggestive if you squint, mention of scratching/ injuries and sword fighting

(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @starryyshadows.)

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Oh, mosshead. What a dopey ass himbo you are. Istg this m*therf*cker right here (affectionate) would be so god damn ANNOYING when he's in love. Forget about Zoro nearly grabbing Sanji by his curly brows and swinging him like a ragdoll over the railings any time his continuous nosebleeds drip into his sake. Zoro is just as bad, just a needle swung in the opposite direction; he grumbles around the ship like a mopey, exasperated crocodile, snapping at anyone who comes near him that isn't you.

He wasn't built for love; hellfire roared through his veins, ravishing every cell in his body until his teeth gritted and lips bled in his struggle for self-discipline. He was a predator; rampant, ravaging, resolved in his fortitude. So why? Oh god, why? Why did he feel like he was being torn apart? Ravished by teeth that left rupturing silver punctures in his lungs, shredded by claws that streamed blinding light through the chambers of his heart.

He had felt like that: bent over doubled, clutching his chest in pain when the two of you first met as teenagers. If it hadn't been pitiful enough that you had bested him during your first sparring match at the Shimotsuki Dojo, you had to rub salt into the wound by being kind to him afterwards. He had scoffed when you had thrown your helmet to the ground and held out your hand to him, a scowl cloaking his face and making his teeth grind as you offered him advice on how to perfect your technique. Yet all you had done in response to his slight was to smile: a smile so shining, so unjustly kindly, so prepossessing and beautiful that the swordsman froze in shock, a fleeting flash of pure light haloing his eyes.

He knew. He knew, right there and then. That you were the only thing in all of the seas that could stand in his way. In that moment, he had decided that he would like to live forever in that strand of light: that one that strayed through a gap between the oak leaves, straying past its dark, dense leaves, foraging past the crawling thickets to instead brush against the tip of your cheek.

'What does it matter anyway?', Zoro had glowered, refusing to look back at you again. 'It's not as if you're going to stick around. Once your gone, I'll be the best fighter here again.'

'I'm not going anywhere. Not until I defeat you ten more times, at least', you added, once you noticed him rolling your eyes. You held your hand out, and Zoro glanced down at your outreaching fingers warily. 'No matter where we are or what happens to us, I'll always be a better swordsman than you.' His lips finally curl up in a smile then as he reaches out to shake your hand, and the feeling sends a spark of something running down his fingertips. His whole body feels alight, and he spends the whole rest of the day clenching his fingers into his palm and trying desperately to relish the feeling.

Which is why, for a while, Zoro seems to go extra hard on you: calling you away after lessons for private sparring matches deep in the woods, where only the crunchy bark could hear your swift steps and the fine mist wrapped around the pale trees and sent a cold shake down your hilted hand. The only way to warm yourself up was to butt the edge of your sword against Zoro's flailing torso, shoving him back so you could use the leverage to pin his panting face up against the nearest tree trunk. This time, though - this time, you surprise him.

If he was disappointed in himself for losing again, it soon melted away by the feel of your torso pressing up against his heaving lungs. For a moment, his lips tighten into a thin line as sees your approaching forehead and believes you're straight up just going to headbutt his sorry ass. He jumps even more when your skin lands... softly? against the burning side of his temple. He can't seem able to find his breath, the world seeming to be frozen in glinting threads of light as you linger against the young demon. All that exists is the soft push of your nose against his fluttering shut eyelid. The warm puff of breath as you sigh against the shell of his ear. The light scrape of the bark against his back as he shivers. The sound of his own heart, his blood scorching through his veins and convulsing against the sharp cage of his ribs.

He's so hyperaware of his body tantalisingly close to yours; his stiff elbows lay drawn up by his side, his hands shaking almost imperceptibly as he spreads and flexes his fingers, slowly drawing them to hover around your back. He was still too afraid to touch you.

Too afraid of the fire burning through his fingertips again.

But before he could muster up the courage you had pulled away, and the moment faded into a jaded dream that he nestled safely in the back of his memories.

It's impossible to shake Zoro from you after that moment. He hounds after you like a coveting beast: he stays tied to your hip like a disruptive dog harnessed on a leash. Your favourite activity is sneaking out of your dorms after hours and running down to meet by the riverbed: feet sprinting across the cream petals and sharp pine needles to collapse next to one another among the buzz of the fireflies nestling above the woven grass. For a while, as the two of you turn your tired heads to the skies, there's nothing but a silent affinity settling over the clearing. Nothing but the feel of the silk sleeve of Zoro's pyjamas brushing over the side of your cheek as unclasps his hands from behind his head and warily rests them in the short space between your hips. Nothing but the sound of your extolled voice as you point up at the bursts of sparks and swirls of silver against the darkness, enrapturing Zoro as you chart out the dips of your favourite constellations.

The reflection of the skies you had spent your younger years on the seas watching with wonder fill your eyes with a wonderous light, the delight drawing your attention away and allowing Zoro the opportunity to docilely turn his head to face you instead. His cheek freezes against the dew, but he's too revered in memorising the scrunch of your nose as you swat your hand at him for not paying attention: too busy watching the placid look that softens your smile as you look, too busy wishing he wasn't so cowardly. Wishing he didn't feel so feeble. Wishing, as his hand clawed at his thigh and dug in deep enough to leave bruises, that he could just reach out and touch you.

He jumps when you click your fingers in front of his crossing eyes. 'Zoro, are you even listening?'

He shrugged. 'Kinda. I don't know much about this stuff. If I can't hit it, I don't care.'

'You should! One day, when I become the greatest sword fighter in the world, I'm going to sail into those stars and discover all the secrets this world has to offer.' You flopped your free hand over your stomach with a content sigh, the spiralling glow of the heavens raining down and coating your face with sparks of silver.

He snorted. 'That sounds stupid. You can't sail into the sky.'

'You're just jealous because you're not invited.'

'Good. Who said I wanted to come.'

Zoro may be an idiot, but he's also a man who learns from his mistakes.

He doesn't know what overtakes him. Adrenaline? Rage? An overwhelming surge of fondness? The thought pounding in his head that if he doesn't do this now, he'll spend forever locked away in this cage? His fingers itch across the grass. His whole body squirms, the heat rolling through his body making the perspiration bead on his forehead, but still he keeps going. It's only when he feels your hand jolt back as his pinkie bumps against the side of your wrist that he begins to feel stupid.

Growing self-restraint be damned, as soon as you recover from the shock and shyly place your hand back down by your side, he pounces. Initially, the squeeze of his fingers as they wrap around your cool palm almost breaks bone, but all you do is rub your thumb over the edge of his knuckles.

You know its his way of telling you he loves you, even if he is too young and stubborn and proud to say it.

You both knew that one day you would leave him for the stars. When the time comes, and you leave Shimotsuki Village, to stop the sinews of his heart from completely scorching away with every knot of your ship, the demon suffocates any thought of you.

When he meets you again that fateful day: tied up to a Marine post in a dusty courtyard, tired, frustrated, solemn, for the first time in his life he begins to feel his judgement sway. When your face popped around the yard gates on your way out from meeting Axehand Morgan, your feet skid so comically across the ground the cloud of smoke it raised was so huge it even made Zoro sneeze. With a hand on your hip, and eyes widened in disbelief, you stepped out into the sunlight to survey the man bowed before you.

'I always knew I'd see you tied up one day', you smirked, shoving the handful of berries you had earnt from trading in your last bounty into the satchel by your hip before wandering over to untie him. 'Just thought it would be me doing the tying.'

'Y/n?', he asks incredulously, trying his best to dart his eyes nonchalantly up and down your body despite how fervently his voice was trying to waver. He sneered, tipping his head in the other direction and staring at the ground as you tug on the rather tight knots around his wrist. 'What the hell are you doing here.'

When you finally manage to tug him loose off the boards, his knees sag so quickly beneath him that the swordsman nearly goes collapsing headfirst onto the ground. With reflexes so quick they could only be rivalled by your own sparring buddy himself, a firm hand slaps against his sternum. A quick tug pulls him back, Zoro's knees dirtying with beige as he kneels back against you.

'Same as you, oh great swordsman', you laugh against his ear. 'I always told you you'd have competition. And from the looks of it, I'm winning.'

For a second you're concerned you've overstepped: the familiarity, the fondness you thought everlasting between you both a figment of your imagination when Zoro tilts his head back slightly to glare at you from the corners of his eyes. Placing a hand on his knee he braces himself, and steps up. For a moment, you're even more terrified he's about to kick you to the ground - or even worse, turn his back and walk off, ignoring you completely. But then he surprises you. The corners of his lips twitch in what - no way- could only be the beginnings of a smile?! before you're lifted off the ground and crushed in a hug so unyielding between his solid chest and taut arms that you can't help but bury your head into his shoulder blade and laugh.

It wasn't very hard to convince Luffy to let you join his crew - I mean, when you took down three Marines with just one punch, and he saw the powerhouse you and Zoro were as you fought back to back with Axehand Morgan, you were coming, and that was that. No buts. No excuses. Don't argue with your Captain.

I mean, bless his heart, Zoro is still a dumbass though, as perceptive as he is. And he's still sore. It takes a little bit of work to climb through the trellises of his grave heart. But little by little, he begins to open up to you again. He starts to grumble less when you climb up to join him during his late nights on watch up in the Crow's Nest. At first, as he burrows his back into the planks and crosses his arms in front of his chest, the steady breathing of his stoic body makes your job seem even harder. Undeterred, you rocked back on your heels and clucked your tongue in nervousness. But you should have known: even with his eyes closed, concentration edged into the furrows of his face, he's far too perspicacious for his own good. Even though he's doing his best to look brooding and bored, his foot shoots out and kicks his sword out of the way - launching it back across your heels and barring you from tumbling back down and falling down the hatch.

Every time you drag yourself up in the middle of the night to join him, you can tell his full concentration is centred on you, even if his eyes never even move behind their lids. He's pointedly listening out for your move, your every breath, your every heartbeat - which comes in very handy for darting out and catching in his massive palm the warm cups of cider you had precariously tried to carry up. Eventually, after a full week of you sitting up there Zoro finally relents his pride; even with Luffy's vest and Usopp's jacket wrapped around you, you clutch at the lapels of Sanji's suit jacket that your friends had very kindly lent you to try and stop shivering from the cold. Zoro doesn't even speak, just raises his elbow a little bit, and you don't need a second invitation to come clambering into the warmth of his side.

God, if he hadn't spent every moment of every day since he was thirteen years old dreaming of holding you in his arms. You pretend, for his sake, that you can't feel his heart thrumming wildly against your ear.

You catch the former bounty hunter staring at you from across the Lounge’s breakfast table most mornings. The intensity of his unwavering eye would be strong enough to make you blush, if you hadn't turned your attention back to stabbing at Luffy's grabby hands with the prongs of your fork. It's only when Sanji clasps his hands to his cheek, and in a faux sugary sweet sing-song voice professes 'how romantic mosshead can be! What person wouldn't love being stared at like roadkill!', that all hell breaks loose. Luffy's too busy munching on your pancake to truly register you and Nami nearly flying leapfrog over Zoro's back to try and stop him from throwing the poor cook through the window.

Although you succeed, Sanji does have to spend the rest of the morning sulkily smoking out of the corner of his mouth while wringing orange juice out of his hair.

Zoro is extremely, extremely protective over you. Even though you know how much he hates talking, he draws all the attention to himself away from Cabaji, even while tied up to Buggy' circus wheel. When the knives start whizzing past his head, he doesn't even flinch: safe in the knowledge that no matter what happens, you're safe from these buffoons. When Nami finally manages to pick her cage's lock and help free the two of you, you offer Zoro your hand as you cautiously steady him on the ground again. He jolts, and for a moment you're worried one of the knives actually did hit him; while you flip his palm trying to find any sign of a scratch, Zoro's eyes focus on you in wild shock. He feels fifteen again as he gently rubs your searching fingers between his coarse pointer finger and thumb, sobbing into his bed and holding the hilt of his sword, pretending it was your hand. Your warmth. And here you were, come back to him, offering it freely. He felt like falling to his knees, a pliant supplicant to your unwarranted mercy.

One time he nearly made you bust out laughing: since Zoro spends most of his day napping in such random intervals, during a rogue storm aboard the Going Merry one cloudy evening the swordsman was still awake. It was during your struggle to stop yourself pitching right off your bed and slamming into the wall, and planting yourself firmly from sliding to the left and body slamming a very irritated looking Nami, whose head was covered by one of her bunched up pillows, that you spotted a shadow flitting across the porthole on your door. Zoro's tall, awkward outline hesitantly moved as if he were about to rap at the door, before the sound of him yelling at himself under his breath made you snort aloud.

His head rises at the sound, and before he can take a step backward to try and abort his masterplan of sneaking into your room under the guise of checking if you were alright with the storm battering the rocking ship, you had slammed open the door and nearly flung Zoro into your hammock like a ragdoll. For a moment, Zoro lies there like a statue, unsure of where to put his hands or if it's alright that the sway of the ship means that he can't unsquish his cheek from against the side of your eyebrow. When his hand hesitantly begins to fall over your back and fold you tightly against his pecs with a squeeze, you know that's his trepid way of trying to let you know he still loved you.

Not to mention when you wake up and he's lying with his nose nearly indented into yours, his sleepy eyes looking so peaceful for once... just admiring you with the warm glow of the sun dousing him in holiness.

One time he got really lost trying to find you and Luffy after the two of you had the very sensible idea of setting off to the nearest island on a search for hidden treasure. After he had spent hours wading through muddy creeks and tearing some tangled thorns away from his face, out you come wandering from behind a tree. Thinking you were some kind of wild animal, Zoro has you pinned against the bark of the nearest tree before you even have time to blink.

Not one to be defeated, you kick out at his legs with a delighted laugh, knocking the man nearly ass over head onto his back. You grin, victorious, as you crawl between his legs like a ravenous tiger, knocking the hilt of his blade far out of reach of his clenching fingers. As your knee presses against the inner seam of his muscled thigh, you can tell by the forced gulp of his bobbing throat how hard he's struggling. When you dig your fingernails deeply enough into his wrists to elicit a throaty hum of approval, when his abdomen keeps bucking ever so slightly off the reeds to try and shake you off, you just know the man's imagined this scenario a lot of times, in a lot of different ways over the years.

(I mean this man could throw you off easily let's be real.)

When the Straw Hat Crew meet Kaya, this man - istg - he nearly goes weak at the knees when you come down the stairs in your brand new borrowed outfit. His breathless inhale earned him a distasteful glare from Klahadore, but he didn't even care that he was showing such careless, unmeasured adoration. It took Luffy nearly slapping him across the face with the shrimp he was waving in front of his nose to draw him back to some sense of reality.

'I know!', the Captain had smiled. 'The food here is so good, I was daydreaming about it too!'

Having the good fortune to uh *definitely by chance and not because you snuck into the dining hall earlier to switch the place cards* - to sit next to Zoro offers him the opportunity to make his feelings more plain, in a subtle way. Perfect timing! As soon as Luffy clambers up onto the table and draws the wrath of the strangely severe butler, Zoro's hand latches across yours under the tablecloth and squeezes. He blinks languidly, his face as unreadable as ever as he takes a sip out of his champagne flute and clears his throat, but you notice. You know every part of him: every idiosyncrasy, every bob of his Adam's Apple, the tensed pull of his jaw muscle as he clenches his teeth, the warm flush rising up his cheeks, you know them all. As if they were so innate, so interwoven with your own being, that you weren't sure of a time when your hearts hadn't been devoured by each other's. Each the predator. Each the prey.

He leaves his hand on your knee for the rest of the dinner, and you refuse to remove his latched fingers and let him go.

You kiss him for the first time that night: just a sweet little tease of lingering lips against the pure radiance of his cheek.

As he walks you down the 'confusing' corridors that are 'definitely a trap' by Zoro's own declaration, you unlink yourself from his arm to straighten the collar of his silk shirt. 'You look nice', you say sincerely, eyebrows furrowing as you trace the outline of his bare collar between the open buttons. 'Even though swords are more your style, you look good in a suit. You look good in everything.'

'Uh... thanks', he balks, his head emptying as his entire being instead focuses on the feeling of your fingertip scratching of his chest. 'You- your eyes look nice', he bluntly replies. 'Like two rice balls.'

Bless him, he meant well.

And then you kiss him with a raise of your tippy toes and final clutch of your hands against his shoulders, before retreating back into your room and leaving him extinguished within the shadows. He spends the next few hours almost deliriously wandering the corridors, trying to temper the tight ball growling in his belly. To try and find a sense of clarity, some kind of retinence. Looking past the billowing blue curtains and out through the slats of the casement windows lining the ornate, ostentatious glass cases, a warning pangs in Zoro's heart. How could he? How could he find restraint, when you had spent all these years driving his thoughts wild? How could he keep you safe, when he could focus on nothing but the wetness still lingering against his cheek? How could he fulfil his dreams, when all he wants right there. Just past the clear moonlight drifting silver into his eyelids, there your stars lay.

He wasn't about to let you sail away from him this time, to alight only in his memories: to pulse through the hollow beats of his hear and cool his charred veins like a cruel reminder of a salvation he had never deserved.

He wasn’t going to lose you to his callow cowardice. Not ever again.

When he comes knocking on your door, you don't expect the demon bounty hunter to blurt out a fevered 'I love you!', before turning and stamping off. But I suppose, as you ran after to him to drag him back into your room by the scuff of his neck and slam the wide expanse of his back against the door to shut it, he wasn't expecting to spend the night filling poor Kaya's house with unbridled moans.

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Johnny Lawrence fluff alphabet

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist

Cobra Kai Masterlist

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He loves going to golf n stuff with you and cuddling with you after school or karate.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your @ss especially slapping it and hearing you yelp.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He would sit with you and Hold your hand until you calmed down , once you did he got you too speak to him about what happened.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He pictures you two Getting married and having your dream house and dream family together.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He l tries to be dominant but as soon as he looks into your eyes he can't and its like hes Being hypnotised , he gives into everything you say.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He will usually forgive you very easily and he hates fighting with you so he tries to avoid things that would cause arguments between you both.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is super grateful for you and always thinks to himself about how he got you and how amazing you are.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn't hide much from you besides when its something about karate like if he beat someone up.

"John Lawrence!" You yelled As you slammed his bedroom door "Yeah?" He asked really confused

"Why have I heard about you beating a kid up?!" You yelled "Shit.." he muttered to himself "he looked you up and down!" Johnny said trying to defend himself "your apologising tomorrow!" You said whilst walking away and Johnny just rolled his eyes "Ugh".

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He completely changed , he went from Mr.No one Messes with to Mr.Attachment issues.

He always brags about your relationship and he completely changed , like his attitude well for you , he still treats others bad but not you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He is the most jealous person EVER. If a guy even stands to close to you he would yell and punch them.

K iss - Are they a good kisser?

What was the first kiss like?

Your first kiss was A couple weeks after you began dating , he took you on a date and it was getting late so he walked you home , before you went to your door he gave you a passionate kiss on the lips , with his hand on the back if your hand and the other on your back.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

You and him were cuddling in his bed until he realised he had karate in about 5 minutes so he quickly got up and got ready "Bye Babe I Love you!" He yelled as he ran out the door , you sat there shocked and when his training was down you waited outside the dojo. When he came out you jumped up onto him and gave him a big kiss "I love you too!" You said with your head in the crookneck of his neck.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He would Definitely want to get married , he would plan it for months and he would go all out he would take you somewhere beautiful and get down on one knee "Y/N will you marry me?" He would say and of course you said yes.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He loves calling you babe or Baby but he also loves calling you hot stuff.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He gives you everything and he always looks at you and admires you , he also loves seeing you smile And the way your eyes light up , he would do anything to see your smile.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He is very upfront about your relationship and he makes it very clear to girls who flirt with him. He knows you dont like it when girls flirt with him because he doesn't like when guys flirt with you so he tells them right off the bat he's with you and lives you.

Q uirk - Some random ability they

have that's beneficial in a relationship.

He Can calm you down and ease your anxiety in Minutes and it really helps you especially when your in public with big crowds.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He will go all out and bet his friends to make big pro postal signs for you at school , he goes all out and will get you loads of flowers and your favourite chocolates.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He loves helping you and seeing you Get better at things , like he taught you how dance and now he loves watching you dance and loves when you dance with him.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn't mind trying out some new things but likes to try and keep it how it normally is and having somewhat of a routine in a way.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He understands you a lot and knows How you are inside and out , he loves how he can help you and be there for you to talk to.He's very empathetic and listens to you and tried to help you as much as he can.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You relationship is worth so much to him and he loves your relationship and he would go to great lengths to keep it.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He has a box of memories under his bed with pictures of you two and Little things in there like A coin you saw on a date you had or one of your hairbands he found in his room.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He Is the biggest hugger you've ever seen , as soon as he comes home from karate he falls on top of you and Wraps his arms around your waist , and falls asleep in your arms.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He Will miss you and miss your cuddles and kisses but he will try to distract himself And play games or go out with his friends in the meantime.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He would go to great lengths for you he would do basically anything for you.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Shadows Entwined: Bonus (18+)

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 - Final

A/N: The bonus chapter to Shadows Entwined. Finally, Leo and (H/N) gets some much needed action. I hope the wait was worth it💙💙

The reader and the turtles are 19.

Warnings: Strange warnings, walking in on someone naked, unprotected sex, being overheard.

With a roar you jumped and kicked, your foot just barely passing by Leo’s head, his saving grace being his sudden duck, before he made a quick roll out of the way, now standing behind you. You quickly turned around, just managing to avoid his fist, grabbing a hold of his arm, pulling it over your shoulder, pulling him forward, until his weight did the work for him, making him fall over you and landing on the mat with a thud, lying on his shell, smiling at you.

“Not bad, (Y/N)”, he said, sounding very proud. “You’re getting really good at this”.

You couldn’t help but smile, helping Leo up on his feet, a blush making its way on your cheeks, shy and avoiding looking into Leo’s eyes. Even after living with him and his brothers for weeks now, his eyes still did something to you.

“You’re just saying that to be nice”, you murmured, biting your lips and looking at the ground, playing with your fingernails.

“If I wanted to be nice, I wouldn’t have told you to practice”, Leo smiled, taking a hold of your hand so you couldn’t play with it, forcing you to look at him with the move, a playful smirk on his face.

In the time you had lived with Leo and his family, certain things had changed. You and Leo had grown much closer, having an easier time making fun with each other, your friendship long ago having turned into something like a romantic relationship. Or that was at least what Leo’s brothers said, yelling at you and Leo to get a room whenever you started to look too deep into each other’s eyes. But surprisingly enough, not a lot had happened between the two of you. Kisses had been few, yet hugs had been many. You and Leo would spend everyday together, training, talking and just enjoying each other’s company, even if the other turtles and Master Splinter were around. You even meet Casey and April, forming a close friendship with the human friends of the turtles.

Honestly, the time you had spent living with the turtles had been amazing, and now as you stood with Leo in the dojo, still sweaty from your training, his hand holding yours, you could not help but feel like you had made the right decision, traveling to New York City. Obviously you missed your bat family back home, often calling your father and brother to tell them how you were doing, and yelling to Barbara whenever Donnie was talking with her on the phone, only to run away laughing as the purple clad turtle would shoo you away. That would never stop being funny to you.

Stroking your hand with his thumb, Leo’s smirk morphed into a warm smile, his eyes lingering on yours.

“I mean it, (Y/N), when I say that you’re doing good. You really are, and it’s amazing to watch”, he said, letting a warmth spread inside of your chest, continuing throughout your body. Still after so many weeks, you still weren’t sure how to react when Leo complimented you like that. All you could do was try to hide your flustered expression with a laugh and a smile.

“Don’t say that”, you giggled, giving him a playful shove with the other hand.

“Why no?”, Leo laughed, grabbing a hold of the hand you had shoved him with, pulling you closer to him, letting your hand unintentionally rest on his plastron. You looked up at his face, to find his beautiful blue eyes looking down at you, with a kind and soft expression. “It’s the truth. You’re truly getting good, (Y/N)”.

Your hand on Leo’s plastron slowly started to do small circles on the hard surface, your eyes never leaving his, not even when his other hand came to rest on your hip, his thumb doing small soft motions against your hip bone. With each soft innocent touch, you felt your confidence grow a little, enough for the next words to leave your mouth.

“Only because I got a good teacher”.

The words themselves were innocent, but to Leo, they meant something more. Not only because he mainly had been the one training you, with the help of Master Splinter every once in a while. But with your small smile, the way you were looking at him, and the feeling of your fingers against his plastron, along with your closeness to him, just did something to him. He felt a shiver run up his spine, along with what felt like small butterfly wings flapping through his stomach, and a small tingling sensation just behind his cloaca. The hand that held your hand on his plastron tightened a bit, and the hand on your waist pulled you closer to him. That move gave way to a sweet smell in the air. A sweet smell that only seemed to get stronger the more you looked at each other, and made Leo dizzy as he breathed it in. Whatever it was, he could already feel himself becoming addicted to it.

Your eyes flickered between Leo’s eyes and his lips, thinking of the last time the two of you had kissed. It had been a week ago. You had watched a movie with him and his brothers, only for them to leave for bed before you and Leo. Here the two of you had talked for a bit, keeping your voices quiet, before sharing a small tender kiss. That kiss might have turned into more, had Mikey not suddenly bounced out of his room, screaming that he had forgotten to turn off the light in the bathroom. That had left you and Leo too stunted to continue your sweet moment.

But now, as you stood before each other in the quietness of the dojo, you felt the urge to kiss him again, pulling in all of your body. Leo felt the same pull, and without hesitating, he slowly leaned down towards your face, tilting his head ever so slightly, giving your nose a very soft nudge with his beak.

You parted your lips, feeling Leo’s breath fan across your face, inching closer and closer to his own parted lips, in anticipation for his soft lips against yours once more. So close with excitement rushing over you, heat spread from you body and all the way to-.

“Aw, come on, guys!”

You and Leo pulled from each other in shock, looking to the shoji doors, where you found Raphael looking at the two of you with an exhausted expression. To him, this was a scene he had walked in on far too often, already feeling his patience getting short.

“No kissing in the dojo, remember? It was the first rule!”, Raph said, referencing the rules he, Donatello and Michelangelo had walked you and Leo though, the first day you moved in.

“We weren’t kissing”, Leo said, sounding very tired.

“No, but it very much looked like you were about to get down and dirty”, Raph said, getting ready to stretch out before his training, ignoring your flustered expression. “Are you two done here or what? I’ve been waiting hours for my turn”.

“We were just about to pack up”, Leo said, getting an eye roll from Raph.

“Sure you were”, the red clad turtle mumbled, holding on to his toes as he leaned forward, getting a good stretch through his leg.

Packing up your things, you and Leo were quick to leave the dojo, followed by Raph shutting the shoji doors behind you with a rattle.

Well, guess that was that training session.

You and Leo stood a moment in silence, unsure of what to say or do. Still after all this time, both of you did not know what to do after a kiss. Or, an almost kiss. You still found yourselves getting nervous, as if you still weren’t sure what was appropriate in your still developing, titleless relationship. You guess you could see why his brothers seemed to get irritated by the two of you…

“Uhm…”, you started, stretching the side of your neck, your eyes flickering between Leo’s and the rounded tunnel that led to your bedrooms. “I think I should go ahead and take a shower”.

“Good idea”, Leo said, kicking himself mentally the moment he dared to imagine you showering. He would be lying, if he said this was the first time that thought had made its way into his head. It had become a recurring theme after training, whenever you told him you would go shower, leaving Leo back with nothing but his wild imagination, creating scenes of you showering in his head. And oh boy, did he feel guilty for doing so. He almost panicked whenever you mentioned the shower, fearing what picture his brain would make up.

“I’ll wait for my turn”, was all Leo said, before he turned and left his bedroom, leaving you back confused by this sudden change of mood. You had very much noticed the way Leo would suddenly leave, whenever you mentioned cleaning yourself in the bathroom. There had been times where you had thought about asking Leo what was going on, but each time you had decided against it. Just like now, while you were watching Leo leave for his bedroom, before you finally made your way to the shower, located in the bathroom on the other side of the lair. You would have to ask Leo about it at another point.

—

Clean after a long and warm shower, you made your way to your bedroom, with a towel wrapped around your body, and a towel wrapped tightly around your hair. The cold air of the lair made goosebumps rise on your skin, as you made your way through the open space and into the warmth of your room. You mumbled small curses at yourself, for once again forgetting to bring your clothes with you to the bathroom. You still haven’t fully gotten used to the bath being so far from your room, after years in Wayne Manor with a large bathroom just a few steps away from your bed.

Unwrapping your hair, you took a quick look at your phone, seeing your father had texted you, asking if he could call later tonight when he and your brothers was done “working”. You chuckled at this, finding it amusing that your father had started to refer to his vigilante activities as his work. You texted your father back, telling him that it sounded good, before unwrapping the towel around your body, draping it over your chair, on top of the other towel. Now naked, you made your way over to your closet, opening it in order to find something to wear. Looking through your stuff, you weren’t ready when your door suddenly flung open.

“(Y/N)!”, Leo yelled out in excitement, looking at something in his hand, unaware of your naked body in front of him. His eyes were glued to the comic book in his hand. A sci fi story he had told you about long ago, with the intention of showing it to you when he found it. That sweet sci fi nerd. He would be the greatest ninja leader there is, in full control of his mind and body - until someone mentioned his favorite space captain. Normally you would find it cute, but as you stood there naked and in shock, your mouth was dry and lost for words, your eyes wide as he moved into the room, rambling on about the comic. “This is the one I told you about! I thought I lost it, but I found it…”

Leo dropped the comic when he finally looked up at you. His precious sci-fi comic, that he hadn’t been able to find for a long time, layed crumpled and folded on the floor, with his eyes wide and staring. And straight away he remembered the time in Wayne Manor, when he walked into your room without knocking, just like now, causing your instinct to kick in, and pin him to the ground. He wanted to slap himself for wanting you to do the same thing now. The thought of your naked form holding him down, did things to him that he was almost embarrassed to mention.

“I should really learn to knock”, Leo mumbled, still unable to take his eyes from you, feeling his heart pound hard in his chest, shocked nervousness keeping him frozen in place.

“You probably should”, you said, also frozen in place, not even covering yourself under Leo’s gaze. You felt his pretty blue eyes move across your body. Up your legs, over your hips, your stomach and your breast, when suddenly.

“Wow”. Leo grimaced the moment he said it. Really, dude? You see the girl you have been crushing on for several weeks now naked, and all you can say is “wow”? Pathetic. Or, that was at least what Leo thought. You smiled at his comment, feeling confidence flow through your body. The confidence you needed to move from your frozen state.

You took a few steps forward before crouching down in front of Leo, picking up the comic book, smiling up at him with every move. Leo’s breath hitched at the sight, and for a moment he wondered if he was dreaming. He watched as you stood up, handing him the colorful pages, before leaning your head to the side.

“Want to close the door, Leo?”, you asked sweetly, watching as the words caused the gears to turn in his head. He looked at you, to the comic in his hands and then back at you, before he finally realized what you were talking about. Once again he dropped the comic, heading straight for the door with hurried movements you couldn’t help but find amusing. You followed closely behind Leo, so when he turned from the door, you stood right in front of him. For a moment, the two of you looked deep into each other’s eyes, before your faces slowly came closer and closer. Both of you held your breath, taking it slow, as if you were fearing the other one would suddenly pull away. But when the sweet scent Leo had smelled on you just moments before reached his nostrils, much stronger than before, he crashed his lips to yours, your kiss much more heated then it had ever been before. Your tongues danced together as your hands found each other’s bodies, slowly exploring every inch.

When Leo suddenly pulled you flush against his plastron, you let out a small whimper like moan, causing a faint churr to vibrate from his chest, before he buried his face into the crock of your neck, placing soft kisses against your skin. Your nipples rubbed against the hard surface of his chest, and the feeling of his lips on your neck, along with his hands kneading your skin made your head spin.

Leo hummed when you pushed yourself up against his cloaca, his teeth gracing your skin, making you suck in a breath of air as you felt the core between your legs growing slick. And Leo could smell it. He felt lightheaded and sighed in delight, before he captured your lips once more, enjoying the eagerness in your kiss. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

The moment Leo bent down at his knees, letting his hands come to rest on the back of your thighs, it felt natural for you to jump. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you wrapped your legs around Leo’s waist with the support of his hands, your lips and tongues continuing to move together, as Leo slowly carried you towards the bed.

Crawling onto the bed by his knees, Leo carefully laid you on your back, staying on top of you as he continued to kiss you deeply. Here you started to push and pull on Leo’s mask, until he got the hint. He sat up on his knees, your legs wide open beneath him, resting over his thighs as he started to undo his mask. Once his mask was off, he placed it on your nightstand, before you started to pull at his belt with a teasing smile.

“You’re acting as if I aren’t already naked”, Leo chuckled, undoing his belt, before laying it next to his mask, turning back to the breathtaking sight in front of him. You, laying on your back with your legs open for him, you breast on full display, along with the glistening flower between your thighs, its sweet scent assaulting Leo’s nose and vision, a need pushing from behind his cloaca. “Fuck”, he let out, his hands smoothing up your thighs, inching closer and closer to your core. You watched as one of his hands came to rest on your mount, before his thumb slowly ran over your folds, picking up your slick. “Beautiful”.

“Leo”, you whimpered, lifting your hips in order to meet Leo’s touch, a shover running through your body when his thumb ran over your clit.

Noticing how you reacted under his touch, Leo ran his thumb over your clit once more, watching you squirm as he rubbed your small bundle of nerves. “Does that feel good, (Y/N)?”

“Yes”, you nodded, your reddening cheeks making the pressure in Leo’s cloaca grow stronger, watching as one of your hands came to rest on your chest, squishing your breast. “It feels good, Leo”.

Looking from your chest and down to your wet core, one of Leo’s fingers made its way between your folds, while his thumb continued its work on you. Here his finger found your entrance, before he slowly pushed his finger in, watching your lips part in pleasure, your walls hugging Leo’s finger, making him groan at the feeling.

“Holy shit, (Y/N)”, Leo groaned, already imagining how you would feel around his member, pushing him closer to his drop.

“Move your finger, Leo”, you moaned, looking down at the hand stuffed between your legs. And so Leo did, thrusting his finger in and out of you, as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. You let your head fall back against the pillow of your bed, feeling the pleasure build up inside of you, moaning when Leo’s thick finger reached your g-spot with ease.

Leo was watching your reaction with everything he did, noticing how your fingers played with one of your nipples. And as your walls closed in around his fingers, Leo took a chance and leaned down over you, taking your other nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over your small bud. You moaned out loud, arching your back, your other hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Don’t stop, Leo”, you whimpered, your hips moving against Leo’s hand, forcing him to hold you still with the other one as he increased his speed on you. Your toes started to curl, and you let go of your chest in order to hold on to Leo’s form, as your first orgasm inched closer and closer, your sounds getting more and more desperate. And Leo just kept going faster and faster, his urge to drop taking over as he pushed you over the edge, making you cum around his fingers, your legs kicking out with your hips grinding against his hand. And the sight and sound of your orgasm was all Leo needed, his member dropping out of his cloaca, his hips bugling as he fought the urge to push himself into you.

Letting go of your nipple, Leo’s lips found yours once again, your kiss becoming feverish as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. Leo removed his hand from your dripping cunt, caressing your sides as he glided further up your body, his throbbing member touching your sensitive folds. Leo wanted to pull back, thinking that you had had enough, but when you hiked your legs around his hip and pulled him closer, he growled against you, pushing your legs further open again, grabbing a hold of his member as he lined himself up with your entrance. And when you started to grind yourself against him, Leo had no doubt in his mind. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. And with that, he pushed himself into you.

Your nails dug into Leo’s shoulders as his thick member made its way into you. You broke from the kiss, your mouth wide open as you looked into Leo’s pretty blue eyes, feeling him stretch you out. He growled at your walls feeling snug around his cock, letting his beak touch your nose, before he pried your hand from his shoulder so that he would entwine it with his hand.

“You okay?”, he asked, studying your face for any discomfort, however finding none.

“Yes”, you smiled, already sounding like you were out of breath, giving his hand a squish. “You’re just big”.

“I take that as a compliment”, Leo chuckled, bringing your entwined hands to his mouth, in order to place a firm kiss on the back of your hand. “You ready?”

You nodded, however any words you had intended to say disappeared, replaced by whimpers and moans as Leo pulled halfway out of you, before thrusting back into you, reaching deep within you once more. Your free hand clung around Leo once more, your legs falling further apart as he continued to thrust into you, sounds of pleasure emerging from the two of you.

As Leo started to increase the speed of his hips, he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck once more, letting his lips and tongue move across your skin, before carefully biting down on you, making you call out his name in bliss.

Growls came from Leo, mixed in with his churring, that only seemed to get louder. At the sound of you calling out his name, Leo pulled back to look at your face, holding onto your face with his free hand, before resting his forehead against yours, so that you could look into each other’s eyes as his thrust continued to pick up speed, the sound of your skin slapping together echoing throughout your room.

Leo parted his legs, giving himself more room before he used his new position, making it easier for him to drive into you. These knew thrusts caused the bed to creak under you, and made your bed frame hit up against your wall, even though at one point, you could have sworn that the bangs against the wall and Leo’s thrust were out of sync. But you did not have time to think about that, before Leo snuck his tongue into your mouth once again, his hand letting go of your face, so that it could reach for your clit once more, rubbing and bringing you closer to you second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, Leo!”, you whimpered, squirming underneath him. “I’m close!”

“Me too, (Y/N)”, he groaned, feeling your walls close even further around him as he continued his sweet assault on your bundle of nerves. “Fuck, cum for me, (Y/N). Cum on my cock”.

And so you did. Your toes and knees curling, your hand squishing Leo’s hand tight, burying your face against his shoulder as you saw white spots before your eyes, intense pleasure washing over you. Leo followed closely behind you, groaning loudly as he came, removing his hand from your clit to support himself over you, panting as he unloaded himself into you.

Once the two of you had calmed down a little, Leo pulled out of you, rolling over so that he was resting next to you, pulling you closely against his platron with a kiss to your temple, before pulling your blanket over the two of you.

You and Leo had intended to cuddle up, and talk about all the sweet nothings you had always wanted to talk about. But before you could do so, your phone started ringing from your nightstand. Thinking it was your father, you sat up and looked at your phone, only to find Barbra’s number lighting up your screen. Both you and Leo looked at each other in confusion, before you picked your phone.

“Hi, Barbara”, you said when you picked up the phone, hearing Barbara snicker on the other side. “What’s up?”

“You and Leo are aware that Donnie can hear everything from his room, right?”, Brabara’s amused voice sounded on the other end. “I know because we were face timing”.

You caught Leo’s eyes, both of you staring at each other with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”, you asked into the phone, you and Leo holding your breath as you waited for an answer.

“Didn’t you hear Donnie bang on the wall?”, Barbara laughed, causing you to remember the out of sync banging between Leo’s thrusts and when the bed frame hit that wall.

“Oh my god”, you mumbled, covering your mouth while Leo face palmed.

“Well, I’m just happy that you’re enjoying yourself”, Barbara laughed. “Talk to you later, I promised Donnie I would call him back”. And before you could say anything, she hung up.

You and Leo looked at each other for a moment, before the two of you broke into laughter, falling over in the bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. Slamming a hand against the wall, Leo called out for Donnie with a big smile, the words coming out of his mouth promising you more than you dared wish for.

“Too bad, Donnie! Me and (H/N) aren’t going anywhere any time soon!”, he yelled, pulling you closer with a mischievous smile. You giggled, wrapping your arms around him as he pulled you in for another kiss, that soon turned heated once more. And just like Leo had told Donnie, the two of you weren’t going anywhere the rest of the day.

[yanderes-galore]

For your event thing your doing can I request Yandere Lloyd (Ninjago) one-shot with your prompts 8, 15 romantic please.

Here's more Lloyd, sorry your request took so long :( I tend to write slow with my current load, lol.

Tried to convey my version yandere Lloyd in this, a young man who still has trouble understanding relationships due to his personal life... but I also made him snap-

Yandere! Lloyd Garmadon Prompts 8 + 15

"I could look into those eyes forever...."

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Trauma, Struggles with expressing romantic emotions, Jealousy, Rushed/Forced relationship, Slight possessive behavior, Manipulation/Threat, Forced kissing, Lloyd is delusional and unsure of what he did wrong at first, Mind break for yandere, Kidnapping.

All Lloyd ever wanted in his stressful life was comfort. Being the Green Ninja, a symbol of light and hope before darkness, wasn't easy. Especially since he has trained into this role at such a young age.

Event after event repeats in his head. Some wish for his role, he says they shouldn't. He may be a hero... yet he wishes there was something to ease the pain that comes after the day is saved.

Lloyd has met many throughout his journey as the Green/Gold ninja. He's had betrayals, he's had great friendships, although...

None of them compared to you.

He had saved you during an attack conducted by the Overlord. Ever since then you respected him. You saw him as your hero....

When Lloyd first met you out of danger, he froze. When he was younger he never had time to pursue any romantic partners. He didn't think he could handle it with his destiny anyways.

As an adult... he met you and felt his face heat up. You looked at him with such adoration and respect. Many looked at him like this... but with you?

Lloyd loved to look into your eyes... endless pools of amazement all directed towards him. He adored your bright smile... one that lit up the room and was wide with excitement. Lloyd loved to look at you... he wanted to see more of just you.

When he looked at you, he felt at ease. Your eyes and smile alone were enough to draw him to you. As a result... you became yet another friend of the Green Ninja.

Being a friend of Lloyd's had its perks and it's downsides. The downsides... danger lurks around every corner. The perks outweigh such downsides, however, like the ninjas protection.

You began to spend most of your time with Lloyd. You didn't think you were anything special... yet Lloyd was convinced of the opposite. Why were you so special towards Lloyd?

Simple... you listened to him.

The others were always involved in their own thing. Although, Lloyd just felt like he needed someone to vent to. Being a dedicated friend, you listened.

A trait that made Lloyd love you even more.

Lloyd's hints were subtle. You often noticed he gazed at your eyes. He'd also stare at your lips before shaking his head with a sorry... saying he spaced out.

Lloyd... wasn't sure how to show he loves you. Was there a right way? Was there a wrong way? Lloyd didn't have much of a guideline to follow...

So he just assumed... any way would be the right way.

Lloyd assumed that being jealous was what happened with all crushes. He just accepted that it was normal to grit his teeth when others were around you. Wasn't it normal to feel... obsessive about you to the point he wants it to be just you and him... alone?

Feelings of envy and jealousy bubbled in Lloyd the longer you two are friends. He knows deep down you'll always see him as your hero. Hell, you're his hero for making him feel so much better nowadays.

Better to the point he starts getting bold.

Lloyd was bound to confess at some point. His jealousy kept building... his thoughts kept rolling back to your eyes and smile. Was it so wrong to confess to the one who made him feel a sense of security?

Lloyd didn't think anything was wrong. He asked you to meet him at the dojo in private. It was just the two of you....

The Green Ninja then takes your hands in his, saying your name in a breathy tone...

"I could look into those eyes forever...."

The compliment tints your face red, causing Lloyd to smile. He wants to show you how you make him feel.... He wants to show that you make him feel special. Lloyd takes a deep breath...

"I love you... surely you feel the same, right? I saved you... in return, you saved me. I just want you to look at my with that adoration of yours all the time, no one else...."

You're surprised when he pulls you closer. He doesn't mean to be so rough when he pushes you against the wall. Your heartbeat increases... he doesn't notice your fear when he leans in for the kiss until you struggle.

The moment his lips touch yours, you push on his chest. His face contorts in confusion and he pulls away. Only to see a frightened you... looking up at him and shaking.

Only then does he realize what he did wrong.

"I-I'm sorry, I-" Lloyd stutters, only for you to shake your head and push him off you. He thought he was being romantic...!

"Not right now, Lloyd... I... still need time to process."

All because he was too eager... Lloyd created a rift in your friendship. Your fearful rejection put a hole in his heart. His confession did nothing to ease his feelings of yearning.

When Lloyd looked at you... he felt horrible again. Your eyes never sparkle towards him anymore... your smile always falters with him around. The others ask why you two seem so apart now.

Lloyd doesn't have the heart to tell them what he's done.

What made him feel even more sick was his neverending insistence about being beside you. He reminds himself he's done enough. Although he misses your smile...

He wants to see your smile again.

Green no longer felt like a color of hope to Lloyd... green was a color of envy. That's all Lloyd ever felt for weeks after the incident between you. You still got along well with all the other ninja...

Such a thought of abandonment and heartbreak made the ninja go a little crazy.

He begged you to forgive him for everything, both what he's done and what he's about to do. Lloyd can't take the neglect in his heart anymore. He snaps... and Lloyd isn't quite Lloyd anymore.

Lloyd would normally never consider kidnapping. Although the moment he gave up being so good all the time, he considered it more and more. Now, Lloyd has you in shackles... in a home he had built for him and you.

After all, sometimes the famous Green Ninja likes solitude, asking for a private home as an adult wasn't too out of the ordinary for anyone.

He hated your fear... but it was better than being alone. You pleaded with him to let you go... that this isn't him. You're right... it isn't...

But he's never letting you go.

"Please smile for me...." Lloyd pleads, truly taking after the Garmadon in his name. He wants to see you smile at him again. He wants to see you both happy....

The moment he sees nothing but a blank stare from you, he frowns.

"Don't make me force you...." Lloyd sighs softly, sitting in front of you. It's an empty threat but you don't know that. He sees your face fall into fear yet again before you try to change your tone.

You smile softly. It's an empty shell of the smile you gave him when you first met. Lloyd's green eyes bore into you for a moment before smiling.

"That's good enough... I've missed that smile of yours." Lloyd murmurs, putting a hand on your cheek. You don't move and allow Lloyd to enjoy the moment. He suddenly frowns... hugging you gently.

"I'm sorry..." He whimpers. He doesn't expect forgiveness. He claims he loves you yet he betrays your trust... twice. He doesn't deserve forgiveness...

But Lloyd felt you at least deserved to hear him say it....

[kisha-myers]

This fanfic is a fem-reader. Sorry for the confusion and not specifying I'm a noob when it comes to this 🥲

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CALL OF DUTY NOR ITS CHARACTERS/OPERATORS

TW: Abuse, alcoholism, depictions of DV, and Kidnapping- they're vague and brief for the most part but if you're someone who struggles with that kind of thing then PLEASE do not read.

Chapter Four: Johnny Johnny - Yes Lieutenant?

You weren't entirely sure how long it had taken to get onto base, you were too lost in your thoughts to really be concerned about it. Your mind was a cacophony of erratic thoughts, a haphazardly blended mess of the harsh reality you currently resided in. You were so out of it you didn't even question how they got you onto base without your identification card. In this moment you were trying to fight within yourself, to keep yourself calm no matter how viciously your heart thundered in your chest. That little voice in the back of your mind that some likened to a conscious took no time in listing all the horrendous possibilities that could be in store for you. You'd seen the news articles about women being murdered by unhinged military men - you weren't unaware for the most part of what others were capable of.

Perhaps your anxiousness had started in your early years, from the persistent drilling into your head by your own father about staying vigilant and prepared. He had certainly done his best to paint gruesome pictures into your skull of the very many things men, in particular, were able to do to someone of your stature. It only got worse as you got older and went through puberty.

In the back of your ambiguous memory vault you recalled the first time a boy had ever come to your door to ask you to one of your schools dances. Roy Martin, a boy you had spent countless hours with in the library studying together during free period - you liked him enough that you were willing to accept his request, excited even, until your father showed up from work. You still remember the way his eyes narrowed in suspicion, his military training to read a person's body language kicking into overdrive as he scanned Roy from head to toe. You'd be lying to yourself if you said he wasn't scared - Roy had practically pissed himself at the barrage of question your father fired off at him.

'When is the dance? How long does it last? Will it be adequately lit? Are there chaperones? What's the dress code? What are your intentions with my daughter?' You found it embarrassing at the time, having your ex-military father bombard your classmate like that over something you'd found so simple, benign even. Your father of course, thought otherwise. He'd sat you down at the dinner table, the polished oak covered in printouts of victims of domestic violence, assaults, even kidnappings. The pictures you recalled, unsettled you so much you ended up throwing up. Hours he had you spend at the table, examine each picture with a fine tooth comb as he detailed what had happened.

'Men are pigs sweetheart. They'll use and abuse you until you have nothing left to give them. It's why I've decided to put you in martial arts. No more tennis - starting tomorrow you'll be spending a your time at the dojo learning to protect yourself.' That revelation had made you so angry you launched yourself from the table so hard and fast your chair toppled over, the hard Crack of the wood against the laminate floor echoing through the room.

'What!?' You cried out, utter disbelief evident in both your tone and twisted facial features. You shook your head fervently, refusing to believe that he could do this to you - tennis had been your coping method for quite some time now, and to think he'd be so cruel as to rip that from your grasp over a boy... well it was enough to send you over the deep end. That was the first time you had ever spat the words 'I hate you' to him, effectively silence any and all responses he had ready to give you. The hurt that had crashed through his eyes had your heart shattering into multiple pieces, but you were too angry at the time to really care. That was also the same night you learned that your father was a raging alcoholic, suffering from ptsd that the VA refused to help him get treatment for.

The yelling, you recollected, had been terrifying. Your mother had come home later that evening, tired from her twelve hour shift at the local hospital, to find your father passed out in a pool of his own vomit in the kitchen. A bottle of Hennessey Whiskey still grasped in his hand. The argument ensued once she had shaken him awake, berating him for being so careless; What would you have done had you discovered him in that state? Worse yet, what would your little sisters have done? Needless to say that that night you didn't get much sleep - you were far too wound up from such intense emotions you couldn't process thoroughly yet on your own to calm your mind long enough to relax.

Your mind continued to spiral, bringing up memories you'd long since forgotten - funny what the mind was capable of doing to your own psyche. Your fingertips returned to their caressing of the fabric seats as the humvee crawled to a stop, using your sense of touch as a way to distract yourself from your always wandering mind. The fabric, you decided, was almost the equivalent in texture to the fur of a raccoon. Not too soft but not too rough - a strangely functional texture that both made you relax and feel uncomfortable. A conundrum, you mused, as you let the pads of your finger tips migrate lower. The feel of chilled though smooth pleather both confused and intrigued you, sparking your curiosity - you weren't sure why though, it was common for vehicles to have both per seat.

Perhaps it was because you had assumed consistency with the fabrication of the vehicle in which the manufacturers would simply have the fabric continuous to its base. It had made sense to you in the moment, however now that you let your mind drift down this path, you surmised it would be better to have a material much easier to clean should the need ever arise. You could imagine the gruesome things this particular piece of heavy machinery had seen, but you refused to dwell on it lest your mind conjure up nameless faces of lives lost whilst inside its steel framed interior.

You inner turmoil was cut short, graciously so as the humvee finally came to a full stop. Painful LED lights illuminated the helipad you'd arrived at - why they had stopped here you'd never know, nor did you particularly want to. You simply wanted rest - at least you'd hope that your mind would calm enough to allow you some moments of solace. You predicted that it wouldn't be so, but the hope remained regardless. König glanced back at you as Ghost clambered steadily from the vehicle, slamming the door with enough force it rocked slightly. He released an noise from the back of his throat that you assumed was done from being unamused by such an calloused act of masculinity. Whether intentional or not, it left you wondering just how strong the man was to be able to make such a large and seemingly immovable object such as this move like that.

You pushed those thoughts aside for now, opting to put a pin in it and return to the subject when you had at least a few hours of sleep under your metaphorical belt. Your eyes peaked up through your lashes at König, watching as he scanned the area seemingly leisurely. You figured this was the way they operated out in the field too - one of them being in the fray of things whilst the other remained out of the way, a lookout of sorts - perhaps a sniper considering he wore the hood of one. You could picture him as one, holding the rifle in his rather impressively large and languid hands, perched high up in a tower or even a hill, shrouded in foliage.

You weren't privy to know the details of what Johnny did as a member of his task force, all you knew was that the team itself was incredibly important and many foreign governments relied on them. Johnny was a naturally bubbly person though he had a way of being serious that sent a shiver of unease down your spine. You'd seen him flip that switch several times, and each time it was scarier than the last. That was the way of a soldier, you concluded, being able to flip that switch to turn off needless emotions. It wouldn't make much sense to have a bubbly killing machine frolicking through the daisies on his way to annihilate the enemy.

You suppressed a giggle from the image you'd conjured up of Johnny clad in his tactical gear skipping merrily through a meadow of wild flowers, laughing his obnoxiously loud laugh gunning town hostiles. You pressed your lips together, nibbling on them with your teeth slightly, wanting to keep the smile from your face - how were you to be cross with the very man you were just daydreaming about platonically when you couldn't keep a straight face?

A hand on your thigh brought you out of your humorous daze, your eyes narrowing in slight offense at the gloved skeletal hand touching bar skin. Slowly you moved your gaze to meet Ghost's hazel ones, raising a brow slightly in question - you had been so far out of it you hadn't even heard your door being opened nor the way he had cleared his throat twice.

"Captain wants a word with you before Johnny takes you to the barracks. Won't be long, he's straightforward enough to get his point across." You simply gave him a curt nod in response, carefully wrapping your fingers around his impressively thick wrist, and removing his hand from your thigh. The fabric of his gloves, you noted, was softer than you'd assumed - the material reminding you subtly of fleece or maybe it was velvet? You wondered, for a moment, if there was a specific purpose for this - was it easier to clean? Did he have poor circulation? Did his hands get easily cold? You didn't know, and you weren't brave enough to ask him outright. Perhaps you could pester Johnny about it later - if he didn't have to be apart of this meeting though you naturally assumed he would be.

Ghost carefully stepped back, removing his wrist from your grasp far gentler than you could have ever imagined the brute could manage. He rested his left forearm amongst the top edge of edge of door, his right gloved hand being shoved into his pocket as he nodded his head to the right - you took this as an indication he wanted you to exit and go off towards on of the brightly lit pop up buildings just left of the massive landing pad.

You climbed out of the vehicle far less graceful that he did, stumbling slightly once your bare feet made contact with the rough asphalt. A chill ran up your body, feet immediately going cold from the frigid touch of wind that blew against your bared skin. You hadn't realized your slippers had slip off your feet whilst you were in the throws of a minor anxiety attack,, something you were sure you'd be irritated over later when you were alone in the barracks. A shiver left your body trembling for a moment, goosebumps rousing across your flesh like domino's being tipped over. You were definitely berating yourself for not dressing warmer though you knew it wasn't exactly fair to do so - how were you to know that your complex would suddenly burst into flames due to an imbecile? Ah well, there wasn't anything you could do about it now - you were already here in the now, you might as well make the most of it.

Quickly your feet carried you to the building Ghost had indicated to you from behind, calling out what number in particular would be on the building and subsequently, which office to go to. You were familiar with this section however, Johnny had taken you here during his half-assed tour of base to meet his Captain - it had amused you at the time, now? Not so much. You hadn't the foggiest idea as to why Captain Price would want to speak with you - hopefully you weren't unintentionally in trouble, you couldn't handle a scolding from a man you equated to a father figure even though you weren't one of his subordinates.

Your bare feet slapped against the foux marble floor, your eyes downcast like a petulant child preparing for the worst scolding of their lives. Your face remained somber, though your teeth worried your bottom lip every so often. The closer you got to his office, the more your stomach wishes to reject its contents in its entirety. Yes, you decided, you would definitely start taking your medication the moment you got to return to your apartment.

Ghost watched her walk away, his eyes lingering slightly on the way her hips swayed - he liked it, more than he'd care to ever admit out loud. He closed the door to the humvee, shoving both hands into his pockets as he did a 180 turn, leaning his back against the very door he had just closed. König climbed out of the vehicle, going over to Ghost and mimicking his stance though opting to cross his arms across his chest.

"She's anxious - about what your Captain wants to speak with her about." He observed, his glacial eyes returning to the very door you had just disappeared through. Ghost merely grunted in agreement, his eyes scanning through every face hunting for the obnoxious sergeant he so badly wanted to strangle. He may be crass and curt, incredibly blunt and hostile most of the time, but even he knew to never stand a woman up. He wasn't a ladies man - he didn't do callouse one night stands often, nor did he exactly date - König and his relationship being the exception to all of his rules due to him being an active member of KorTac and understanding what this line of work consisted of.

Johnny on the other hand was the absolute definition of a man whore. If it walked, talked and showed an interest in him, he bedded it -truly it shocked him on how (at least he assumed) that Johnny hadn't slept with you. You were a stunning creation, a skittish little masterpiece of the best kind - the Mona Lisa to his Leonardo da Vinci. The more he contemplated reasons as to why Johnny wouldn't have wanted to bed you, the more confused and, albeit annoyed he got. His silent brooding was interrupted by a fist bumping into his shoulder, an indignant grunt passing from between his lips as he glanced up.

There Johnny was, in all his detestable glory, sending a wink off to a curvy brunette with disheveled hair. Of course he had been getting his rocks off - it'd fully explain why he was late to meeting them here.

"Lt, König, where's the lass gone? Scared her off, eh?" His Scottish brogue breaking through the tense silence, his happy-go-lucky unbothered tone sending both masked men into a boiling fury.

"You and I need to have a word, Johnny, about how a gentleman treats a lady." Ghost replied, his voice dropping a full octave and sending a wave of dread through the Scot. He simply nodded, effectively gulping before following along behind his superior, shooting a 'save me please' look towards König who simple gave back a wave.

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, was certainly about to learn a valuable lesson, one Ghost and König both knew he'd never forget.

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Can i request platonic, slightly angst with happy ending one shot of rottmnt? Little sister and her older turtle brothers. (Reader is 14 and this happened after kraang invasion, if you want to include this idea, feel free if you wanna include caesy jr).

Plot: Reader is insecure about her strength, her intelligent and talent, she rarely goes on missions with her brothers because she usually ends up getting rescued or falling victim first, so she trying her best to be perfect in everything else her brothers aren't and mostly would help her count as " useful talent ", trying to learn new languages, understand mystic powers, reading more books about science.

However this cost her greatly with her health, she sleeps less, eats less and rarely interact or spend time with her family, april and splinter, thinking " if you have time to play around then you have time to get better and be useful ", until one day she collapses on the ground due to stress and exhaustion, her brothers asks her what's wrong and she tells the truth in a moment of weakness, they assure her she's not useless or worthless and try to help her out.

If this request is too much or uncomfortable in anyway, then please feel free to ignore/delete it.

(A/N; THIS IS AMAZING!? HELLO?? I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM. I APOLOGIZE IF IT'S NOT GOOD IT'S MY FIRST REQUEST-)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:She/Her

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐓𝐖:overworking,comfort,angst with a happy ending,starvation,fainting,bad thoughts,yelling. (that's all I think)

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𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇;

Exhausted. you felt utterly exhausted. Lately you've been working your ass off into proving to yourself you can be like your brothers.

See you were the youngest of 4, being younger then Mikey by at least 4 minutes. Being youngest may have good perks but it has its bad sides. Like now, your currently in the dojo practicing for how long?? 2-3 hours? You've lost count.

'Your not enough' 'Their better than you' 'You've always been behind them'

thoses words rang in your head over, and over again like a timed day. You've skipped on meals to train, lost sleep to. Your brothers were becoming worried but you assured them your fine.

"yeah, your totally fine" a voice interrupted your practice. You quickly turn around to find your oldest brother, Raph, leaning on the entrance's door way. "What do you mean by that?" you question quickly gathering your things. "I mean, you overworking your self. Ever since the last mission you've been...off." he told you,

what would he know?? He's the oldest, and if not, the strongest of you all. He didn't have all this shit about being the youngest. All of those thoughts made you rage.

"WHAT YOU KNOW HUH!?" you exclaim as you quickly turn around looking at him. "ALL.MY.LIFE. I'VE HAD TO BE BEHIND ALL OF YOU!" you say with such rage, such anger. It terrified him honestly.

"ALL MY LIFE I'VE BEEN EXPECTED TO BE LIKE ALL OF YOU. 'BE MORE RESPONSIBILE LIKE RAPHAEL!' 'BE MORE SMART LIKE DONATELLO!' 'KEEP YOUR EMOTIONS IN CHECK!' THEY WOULD SAY!!" You rage with tears in your eyes, some even spilling out on your cheeks.

Some of your mystic power even began to show, your fist glowing a beautiful (F/C)

Raph didn't know what to do. His youngest sibling, his only sister, letting out all of her emotions in front of him. Is this what she had to deal with?? Was all this put up anger finally being let out? He didn't know.

Your anger was soon stopped though, as black dots clouded your vision. Raph noticed to, he quickly caught you before you hit the floor. The last thing you saw was his worried face before you black out.

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You slowly open your eyes as you welcomed with a warm glow of purple, 'Guess im in donnies room' you think before trying to sit up before your push back down.

"No, no way your sitting up in this condition." you look to your left as you see Raph sitting by your bed, where you rested. "What you you mean? I'm perfectly fine." you say stubbornly. "Then do you wanna explain to me why you haven't eaten in at least a week??" he questioned.

you stop. How did he know? Were you that easy to see through??.

"Only way I know is because you haven't had a proper meal since the day we went on our last mission. THAT WAS AT LEAST 4-5 DAYS AGO (F/N/N)!!" he exclaimed with worry lacing his voice. "I'm sorry ok...i just feel like I'm not as good as you and the others." you say, you voice fading at the end. "(Y/N), you know we care about you, and you putting your health at risk worries us." he says placing a hand on your shoulder.

That's when you break. All of the emotions that were pent up came out. Tears streamed down your face like a cascading river, you quickly hug him. Shoving your face into his shoulder has he hugs you back. "We care about you (Y/N).

All of us do."

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𝐋𝐄𝐎:

How long have you been going at this?? You don't know. Lately you've been trying to practice with your (W/O/C) more often.

Trying to do more tricks, working on new attacks, ECT. More or so locking yourself in the dojo, only coming out for e necessary things, like eating for example. Other then that you were locked in the dojo for hours.

Sure your brothers were worried, but why would they be?? You need to get better. So you restricted your self to training.

On one day though, they got an important mission and you had to go. Not like you wanted to.. But you went anyway.

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'Geez how long until this is over??' you thought to yourself as you fought off the clones of (R/V/N)

"(Y/N) Watch out!!" you hear a someone tell as you quickly turn around, only to be punched in the face. Hard enough where you go back a few Inches. "OW-!!" you exclaim as you hold your mouth, tasting a metallic substance already.

(R/V/N) attacks you before you could comprehend what happened. Easily though, with your practice, you fight them off leaving a few wounds on your body.

With all the extra movement your not used to, black spots cloud your vision. "Nice going (Y/N)!! Good job beating that villains ass!!" you hear Leo's voice as he hugs you around your shoulders. "Heh...thanks l-leo" you say with a small smile.

"Hey...are you ok?? You look kind pale.." Leo questions, worried for your physical appearance. "Oh I'm fine..." you mumble before you pass out in his arms.

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God your head hurt like hell. Where were you?? You question as you open your eyes to find yourself in donnies room. Purple eliminating your (S/O/G) skin.

"Oh thank god your awake!!" you hear someone exclaim as you look to your side to find Leo there. "Wha-what happened??" you ask as you sit up. "Well you passed out after you fought (R/V/N)."

He said with a small smirk. "But," he continued as the smirk fell. "We did find out you haven't been sleeping or eating enough." he said with a concerned face. "(Y/N) why?? Is all i wanna know."

You couldn't tell if he was being genuine or not. Did he really not know?? "Ok fine I'll tell you." you said as you look to your lap.

"All my life, I've felt like I've had to compete with all of you. All of you are stronger than me, you have better control with your powers, and even more things I can't remember." you explain as you feel tears well up in your eyes. "So to make myself not feel like that I've been trying and I mean trying, to work on things I'm bad at.."

As you continue your rant Leo couldn't help but think 'She's really felt like this?? All this time..' before you could finish your rant, Leo pulls you into a hug, shoving your face in his shoulder.

"You don't have to do all that. I understand how you feel, I mean hey when i found out I was gonna be the leader, honestly I was scared. I thought I couldn't be as a good as Raph, that was before I found out I don't have to be like him. I could be the same person I always was, so hey."

He says as he pulls away placing his hands on your shoulders. "You don't have to be like us.

Be yourself."

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𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄:

Lord, how long have you been starring at the screen. Probably forever, due to the aching pain in your cornea's. You see, ever since you could remember you've been academically challenged since you were young.

So to see one of your older brothers excel at what you weren't good at angered you.

As you read over the different formulas like 'C6H12O2' or 'NaOH' and many more to embedd them into your cranium. You get a voice over your wrist band saying it's dinner time.

You sigh and close your tabs on you computer before leaving your room. Walking into the kitchen you smell (Y/F/F). "Hi (Y/N)! Nice to see you after you've been in your room all day!" Mikey exclaims as he sets down a things of rolls on the island.

You hum in response as you take a small bowl/plate from the cabinet, and filling it with (Y/F/F) before heading to your room again.

"Is she ok??" Leo questions as he stops eating for a quick second. "I hope." Raph says.

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You walk back into your room only to find Donnie sitting at your desk with a disappointed look on his face. "What are you doing in here?" you say with a monotone voice placing your food on your bed side table.

"Making sure your not doing the same thing I did when i was younger." he responded,while getting up from your chair. "Well your in luck, because I'm not!" you exclaim as you grab different books from your shelf.

Donnie crossed his arms, "I know you're overworking your self. Your like a open book." he says. You close your eyes, breathing in and out before you turn around, and slam the books on your table.

"I'M FINE OK!? GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD!" you yell as you walk up to him with tears in your eyes. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO FEEL BELOW SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY EXCEL AT SOMETHING YOUR SHIT AT!!" you announce, a you point your finger to his plastron.

He stares down at you with a look of surprise on his face. Did he not know what you've been going through?? What you've been suffering with? Your anger quickly stops as you stumble holding your head as black spots invade your vision.

Donnie quickly grabs ahold of you as you fall, the last thing you see is his worried face before you black out.

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You wake up to find yourself in donnies room instead of yours. "Ow..that hurts." "I see your awake." you quickly look to your left to see Donnie typing at his computer.

He turns around in his chair and asks "Why haven't you slept the past 4-5 days??" your surprised. 'How did he find out?? Wait....if he found out about that then.. Please do tell me..' Your train of thought was cut off when he asked another question. "Also, why haven't you been eating full meals?"

That's when it happens. The damn breaks, tears rolled down your cheeks like a freight train.

"I-im sorry ok!? I-It's just, your so much smarter than me academically and-and I wanted to keep up with you so- I buried myself into studying. I-i even skipped some meals to keep up with you...." you stop to take a breather. "I'm-I'm so so sorry, I really am." you cry as Donnie walks towards you.

Warm. That's all you felt. It tales you a minute to realize he's hugging you. Donnie, is hugging you. You hug him back and place you face in his shoulder. "I know I'm not good at this but....

Your enough in your own ways."

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𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘:

God, your hands hurt. They were covered in water colors and charcoal. Why you ask?? You were trying to up your skill at it. You see, all your life your twin has been better at art then you were.

Oh? Wanted a realistic portrait?? Mikey’s gotcha! Wanted a cartoon-ish picture?? Mikey's got you covered! While you?? Geez you wanted a squiggly line portrait?? Go to (Y/N)! She's got you covered.

Now it seemed like hours since you started, and honestly? It has. You we're to concentrated to notice someone walked into you room. "Hey (Y/N)...um, you haven't came out of your room in a while.." you look over to see Mikey standing in the door way. "Ok? So, I'll be out in a little, please leave." you say as you go back to your drawing.

"No (Y/N). You said that like, 4 days ago... (Y/N), you've been cooped up here for 4 days with no food or water." Mikey explains. You stop using the charcoal and place it where it's supposed to be.

"Mikey, I don't have time to argue. I need to finish this to pro-" you stop before your continue, "I just need to finish this, please. Go" Mikey's eyes sharpen before he walks over to you, "no you listen (Y/N)-" he stops talking as he sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the eyebags, the red-ness, everything.

You glare at him before you stand up, But you being a idiot. You stood up to fast and black dots invade your vision. Mikey quickly holds you by the shoulders, so you won't fall. Black completely invelpes your vision as you faint in your brothers arms.

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You regain consciousness as you realize where you are. 'God not here.' you say in your head before you start to sit up, looking around. The door opens to Mikey standing there with some wipes and a meal.

"(Y/N)!! Nice to see you awake!!" he exclaims, placing the items on the table besides your 'bed'. "Wha-what happened??" you question while holding your head. "You passed out because you haven't been eating or sleeping." he answered while looking at you with a small glare.

"Wha- h-how'd you know....?"'you question with a scared look. "Donnie told us. (Y/N), tell me why. Why did you do that." he beggs while looking at you. You sigh and look at your lap before explaining everything.

"Well ever since we were young I was always getting told to be more like you. You were a great artist, outgoing, and a extrovert....while I was here, not good at art, was rude to everyone, and a introvert..." you fleet tears start streaming down your face. "I-i just wanted to be useful in some way." you say a tears go down you cheeks like waterfalls.

Mikey quickly hugs you, as you cry into his shoulder,"You know (Y/N).." "Hm.." you hum wanting to know what he wanted. "Even though you want to be me, I say,

Just be yourself"

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(A/N: OMG MY THUMBS HURT- it was worth the 3 hour time it took to write this✨I hope it's what you were looking for😭)

[antihibikase-archive]

Blight / Blur : Gym Guides' Characterizations

Sequel to this post!

Gentleman Clyde ( Castelia / Aspertia ) - a middle-aged man who once traveled Unova seeking unique pieces of art; eventually enjoys the art of Pokemon battling itself, even if he can't battle himself. Overenthusiastic and kind of like an embarrassing grandpa, but he helps Cheren and Hilda run the newly opened Aspertia Gym. Was previously a museum curator for Burgh's old gym. Considered the "boss" of all the gym guides.

Waitress Tia ( Striaton ) - a family friend of the Striaton Triplets, who shows interest in helping them run the family business. She's older than them and has more experience, so she handles everything but the battles, including ensuring the food they put out is top-notch. She continues working in Striaton Restaurant even after it stops being a gym, and manages the battles between the triplets and their patrons.

Scientist Satomi ( Nacrene ) - an old student of Lenora's, who has taken to working in her museum to continue her studies- and eventually gets hired to be its guide. Was academic rivals with Fennel and Audrea during their college days, but has mellowed out since. She's often the one helping Bianca around the museum whenever she visits. She still continues to work there even after it stops being a gym.

Harlequin Jack ( Castelia ) - initially just one of Burgh's gym trainers, he replaces Clyde two years later after Clyde is assigned to help out Cheren in Aspertia. Kind of a "quirky" clown, with him being easily exasperated and more down-to-earth than his colleagues, even being somewhat terrified of Castelia Gym's new interior. Nonetheless, he shows promise and dedication to his new role.

Lady Colette ( Nimbasa ) - initially just a fan of Elesa's, and later becomes the Elesa fan of all time, being the one who runs her fanclub and has the biggest fan account for her. She insists on giving all gym challengers a tour of the old gym in the sequel. Her family actually owns the business that constructed both the old gym's rollercoaster and the Rondez View Ferris Wheel, and ponders about letting her family tear it down when its such an important part to Nimbasa's image.

Clerk Katie ( Driftveil ) - the sole office lady in the Drifveil Gym, she eventually decides to stop being a gym trainer after having way too many near-death accidents in its gym- but she finds it fun, so Clay just had her moved upstairs. Knowledgeable about all of Driftveil, and handles most of its affairs when Clay isn't around, which also includes regulating and keeping watch over the house that the old members of Team Plasma are living in.

Pilot Chase ( Mistralton ) - one of the pilots who works at Mistralton Airport, and considered Skyla's best gym trainer. Just a simple everyman who lives in Mistralton City with his family, but he's entrusted to conduct aerial patrols aboard his Unfezant from time to time. He convinces Skyla to change her gym challenge upon receiving way too many complaints about how dangerous it is- and tries to justify why the new gym's fans are much safer than the old one's canons.

Black Belt Thomas ( Icirrus ) - a pupil of Brycen, who says he comes all the way from the Fighting Dojo at Kanto. He's quite disappointed when Brycen retires, but is also surprised to find out his co-star is Sabrina, the gym leader who overtook Black Belt Koichi's gym. He spends his days living quietly in Icirrus, but often helps clean the entrance to Dragonspiral Tower; as well as keep trespassers out.

Veteran Kim and Veteran Ron ( Opelucid ) - a battle couple who were a pair of ace trainers in their youth; Kim decided she wanted to become stronger following her lost to N in BW, so she traveled the world while Ron stayed behind in Unova to take her place. Ron, comically, dislikes N as a result, but has nothing but respect for his wife's wishes. Rumors surround them, saying that they used to be a pair of crimestoppers in their youth.. though this isn't confirmed. Kim is more serious and focused, while Ron is more upbeat and silly.

Guitarist Billy Jo ( Virbank ) - a childhood friend of Roxie's, who she shares the dream of playing in a band with. She held onto their dream even when Roxie focused temporarily on her Pokemon journey, and helped her file for a gym in Virbank when the spot was opened. As she grew up with Roxie, she also grew up helping her raise Rosa, and knows both Nate and Hugh as a result. Admires Hilda.

Ace Trainer Santino (Humilau) - an ace trainer from Hoenn, who travels all over the world with his partner Walrein. He hasn't been in Unova for too long, but, coming from Hoenn, he knows about the seas and water-type Pokemon fairly well, making him perfect to be the gym's guide. He's pleasantly surprised to find a lot of Unova's league members (Cheren, Grimsley, Shauntal, Skyla, and Nate) are Hoennian like him. Unfortunately, he was also there during the whole Emerald plot in Hoenn, so seeing Team Plasma play around with the elements reminds him of home.

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Terry KK3 X Reader

Context: You are one of Terry's adult students, and one night after a bad moment with your boyfriend, Terry offers to take you home 💚

Ever since you had joined the cobra kai dojo, you have loved every moment of it, from learning how to protect yourself, to gaining more self confidence. Your sensei was Terry Silver, he was a strict sensei, with most of his students, but he never was with you. He took time for you and instead of demanding you do a karate move, he would support and help you with whatever you were struggling with. You felt safe around him, and were glad that he was your karate teacher.

However, because you were spending so much of your spare time at the dojo, your boyfriend wasnt very happy. He would text you all the time to see when he could see you, and always wanted to know if you were staying over at his place. You knew why he was like this, his only hobby pretty much, was sex. But even then, it wasnt always pleasurable for you too. One night you and he had just grabbed a bite to eat at a local fast food place, and he was driving you to a quiet spot called make out point at the top of the valley. He pulled over, turned off the engine and turned to face you.

"So baby? Wanna have a little fun?" "Ummm sure Jake but, not hear" "Do you want to sit in the back instead? It is a comfier place to have sex" "No Jake. Were out in the open hear and I dont feel comfortable doing that with you, especially in a place where anyone could see us if they drive up hear too" Jake just starts to look frustrated, and is hand grips tight against the steering wheel. "Oh come on, just let loose a little, I dont care if anyone sees us" He says as his tries to lean in and kiss you. "Jake i said i dont want to. No" "Look just let me-" He tries to unbuttoned your shirt and your pushing his hands away, but he wont stop. "Stop ot Jake! I said No!" That's when you slap his right in his face, so hard that he actually falls back in his seat.

"What the hell was that for? I was only trying to get you in the mood!" "When a woman says no, she means no! Unlock the doors Jake I'm going home" "Dont be like that, let's just make out a little and then-" "Unlock the f#cking door Jake!" He sighs and unlocks the door, and you grab your handbag and get out of the car. "I'm not going to be with someone who wont respect me, or make me feel unsafe. It's over Jake, dont ever come near me again" "Your being so dramatic. I'm mean look at where you are, your at least 8 miles away from your house with no car, its pitch black and cold out there. Just get in the car, and maybe I'll forgive you for your little outburst" "I would rather walk 100 miles in the wind and rain than get in your car. I never want to see you again!" You say as you start walking away. "Fine! But you'll be back!" He shouts back to you.

You make your way home in the dark, with the street lamps to light your way. You were hurt, and annoyed at Jake, you couldn't belive he would act like that to you. But he wasnt your problem anymore, and all you wanted to do was get home, have a good cry and maybe a few glasses of wine. It was another 5 miles until you could reach your house, and your hands were starting to feel numb from the cold. Then a few minutes later, you hear a car honk its horn from behind you, and you really hoped it wasnt Jake. It pulled up beside you, and your surprised to see who it is. "Hey Y/N! What are you doing out so late?" "Sensei Silver? Oh I'm uhh...just walking back home" "But you live the other side of the valley? Do you need a ride?"

"Oh that's very kind of you but, I'm fine" He leans over to the open window and looks you up and down. "Y/N, your hands are purple from the cold and your shaking. Plus, you look like you have been crying. I can see that your not having a good night. Come on let me take you home. It's not safe for you to be out this late on your own" Feeling the cold seep into your bones and the blisters forming on the bottom of your feet, you agree to go with him. "Thank you sensei silver" You say as you sit in the passengers seat. "Please Y/N were friends, call me Terry"

You tell him your address and he starts driving through the valley to take you home, he also puts his heaters on the let you warm up. "Its that any better?" "Yes Terry, thank you. I can feel my fingers now" You both chuckle, before he asks you "So? May I ask why your out this late tonight? And by yourself?" "Well the thing is, I broke up with my boyfriend tonight" Terry looks very concerned for you. "He took me to a place called make out point to spend some time together, but I didnt want to. And let's just say he didnt take no for an answer" "Hold on a second? Did he?!-" "No no he didnt no! He wanted to, and he tried. But I stoped him. I kind of slapped him across the face" Terry's angry face gets a little calmer. "Good for you, asshole definitely deserved it. And that's why you dumped him?"

"Yes, if he cant respect me or understand what the word no means, he doesn't deserve me" Terry smiles at you. "I couldn't agree with you more Y/N. A woman like you deserves a man who will protect you, not a little boy who makes you feel unsafe" "Thank you Terry, that's very kind of you to say" "Your welcome Y/N" About 10 minutes later, Terry is parking up outside your house. "Thank you for the lift home Terry, I really appreciate it" "Anytime Y/N. If there is anything you ever need, I will be hear for you when ever you need me" "Thank you Terry, I will be there for you too"

Just as your about to open the door to get out, your phone rings, and you see that its Jake. "Oh for god sake, I told him not to call me again" Terry gives you a mischievous look. "Would you like me to answer him? I could teach him a lesson?" "Do you know what? Yeh, you go right ahead. I don't care what you say to him" So you pass Terry the phone, and he presses the button, putting it on speaker. "Have you had a think about your stroppy outburst baby? Maybe walking back home helped you remember what your missing. You want to come over to my place and have some fun?......baby?" "Yeh...Y/N is no longer available" "Who the hell is this?" You smile as Terry talks to Jake, you can sense that Terry is going to put him in his place.

"Who is this? And why are you on Y/N's phone? Was that bitch cheating on me?-" "Ah ah ah Jakey boy, you need to watch your words now. My name is Terry Silver, perhaps you've heard of me?" You can hear Jake on the other line gulp in fear, you can hear his voice tremble. "Oh sh#t, uhhhh yes, yes I know who you are Mr Silver" "That's good, and did you know that your ex girlfriend is a close friend of mine, and she told me what happend this evening...and I'm reeeaalllyyy not happy" "Look Mr Silver I can expla-" "Shut up. Now you listen to me. If I wasnt out this evening, I wouldnt have been able to take this wonderful woman back home, after you treated her so disrespectfuly. And she would have been made to walk home in the dark and cold all by herself. I am truly amazed how you could be with such a kind hearted, sweet and beautiful woman and treat her like dirt on the bottom of your shoe. Well hears something for you to remember, a woman like her is going to have any real man begging to get the chance to be with her, and I wont allow a little runt like you to make her feel anything less than the goddess she is. So your not going to call, text or see Y/N again, and if you try....you'll have to answer to me. Understood?!"

"Yes, yes mr Silver" "Good, now delete her number and f#ck off" Terry ends the phone call and hands you back your phone. "Wow Terry, that was so amazing. Thank you for defending me, I haven't had anyone fight on my side like that" "You dont deserve someone like that putting you down, and if he tries, he will have me to deal with" "Can I... ask you something?" "Of course" "Did you really mean that stuff you said about me?" He gives you a warm smile. "Every word Y/N" You smile and look away, trying to hide your blush. You pull your keys out and reach for the car door. But before you get out, you turn back to Terry, lean over and give him a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Terry, For everything. Good night" "Good night Y/N, I'll see you in the dojo on Friday" You walk towards your house, giving him a wave, as he waves back. Then you enter the house as Terry drives off. He has a big smile across his face, and he gently strokes his cheek, right where you kissed him.

[blossommoonwrites]

UNDER THE SAKURAS: MAYBLADE 2023, DAY 19 - TREE

Header by @[saradika]

Series: Miles to go Fandom: Bakuten Shoot Beyblade Genre: Spiritual/romance Setting: Taisho Era Japan Major Characters: Takao Kinomiya/Tyson Granger, Hiromi Tachibana/Hilary Tachibana Minor characters: Yamashita Kane, Salima Pairing: Takao/Hiromi (main), Kane/Salima (minor) Rating: K+ Summary: Takao feels different when he is under the cherry blossom tree.

FFN | AO3

After the heavy toil, Takao ventured out into the forests in the hot afternoon. He felt the scorching rays stabbing his skin, thereby tanning his skin. The sweat bathed his body and drenched his gray-blue and navy blue Hakama and sash. His tired deep maroon eyes were thinned by his eyelids. He was about to faint, till his field of vision caught a group of Sakura trees.

Despite the Spring, there were groups of lush green-leaved trees seen. The Sakura seemed distinct from them.

He went and sat under one of the cherry blossom trees. His light had returned back to its normal state, and the tiredness dipped every second. He felt afresh as if he was about to work. The sudden change short-circuited Takao. He walked around to see if there was anything mysterious. The further stretch of the forest was devoid of anything but those beautiful cherry blossoms. He walked and the scene was extremely serene. There was a beautiful lake tainted with pink petals aesthetically with swans and ducks. There were rabbits roaming around the lake.

Edo never had such a beautiful site. Much to his awe, he saw a beautiful woman with auburn hair. Her Ruby-red eyes were enchanting, and the warrior could drown himself in them. Her long hair was fluttering in the air. She seemed like a goddess who descended into human form. Her red Kimono knew no limits. It was floating as if it never had an end. She was well garnished with accessories.

She turned to him after noticing his presence. Takao's heart skipped a beat after seeing her. His cheeks were stained with red hues. He walked slowly towards her, taking his time to admire her beauty. A smile bloomed on her face.

Everything seemed slow around them. They were slowly decreasing the distance between them.

Takao asked her, "My Lady, shall I know who you are?"

She didn't respond. The smile was intact.

"Can't you speak?"

Takao was clueless.

'She seems like a celestial from heaven, but why can't she speak?'

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Takao found himself under the same Sakura tree before he got up to see the extent.

"Was it a dream? But why do I feel so fresh here?"

"Kinomiya?! What are you doing here? You were supposed to carry a message to my father in the dojo." A bluehead remarked, coming with a scarlet beside him.

"Yamashita-sama?" Takao stood up.

"You can sit down. You seem so exhausted."

Sarima fed him some water.

"I see you both so often. I don't see you with Goki and Jim. What's the secret?" Takao asked with a smug face.

Sarima bent down. Kane gently smiled, and said in a low tone, "We confessed to each other some time ago."

"Woah! But, what would the elders think of you both?"

"That's none of our business. All that matters to us is we love each other." Kane placed his hand on her shoulder. Sarima snuggled to him.

"I see, then get ready to elope. Or try convincing your families till then!"

"We have some time for that, Takao. Till then, we'll spend our days enjoying each other's presence."

"Well then. I'll reach your dojo. See you later, Yamashita-sama!"

"Don't call me Sama, I'm your friend."

'Ah man, Kane... I've got a beautiful woman too. Do you know? She is not an ordinary human. Because there are no differences when it comes to love, right?'

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[grineerios]

for your operator- duviri, whispers in the walls, howl of the kubrow, and new war

-@ophidian-bite

Thanks for the ask!

The Duviri Paradox: How would they react to swapping places with the Drifter? Would they enjoy Duviri? Why or why not? I think Operator Kaine would get very easily annoyed with Duviri's Spirals and over-the-top inhabitants, even if he would enjoy the landscape and wildlife. If he suddenly swapped places with Drifter Callan and had to deal with Thrax's whole schtick, Kaine would be overconfident about his ability to deal with the Dax up until he realizes that he has limited access to his Warframe in the open world, then he'd start to have massive separation anxiety.

I think Kaine could get used to Duviri, given time, but doing the same thing day after day and being without his Warframe would be more torturous than anything Thrax could do, tbh.

Whispers in the Walls: What is your character's perspective on the Void?

Kaine thinks the Void- and the Man in the Wall, by extension- is an absolute godsend. Even if Wally's intentions are about as clear as a brick wall, Kaine is incredibly grateful for his intervention. The Void made Kaine into something that the Orokin feared, and having that power over them was 100% worth making a vague deal with a eldritch Void horror for.

The Void is also a massive comfort to him. Before the collapse of the Orokin Empire, he was assigned to a Railjack, and a large majority of the time he was allowed (and even encouraged!) to be something other than another cog in the Orokin's war machine was during the slivers of downtime while travelling in the Void.

Even though the Void has been involved with almost every major traumatic event that's happened to the poor kid, it's also been present for, if not the source of every drop of kindness he's been shown.

Howl of the Kubrow: Does your character have any pets? Do they like animals?

Kaine has a few pets, but isn't known for being much of an animal enthusiast. He mostly leans towards Kavat-type companions. Currently, he has:

Biscuts, Tan Moonless Smeeta Kavat Temperamental and aloof, but incredibly loyal. Also prone to getting sick or injured easily.

Concrete, Panzer Vulpaphyla Playful and rather "head empty no thoughts". They were Kaine's first companion!

Ohm, Charcoal Vasca Kavat He's still very much a kitten, so what his personality will end up being is a bit of mystery. For now, he's proven to be a menace specifically to Drifter Callan, and goes out of his way to chew up the Drifter's belongings.

The New War: How did they react to discovering their Drifter counterpart? Where were they during Narmer's invasion?

Kaine originally met encountering Callan with skepticism, but neither of them tried to kill each other, so I'd say meeting each other went relatively well. Even if they were standoffish with each other for the remainder of the New War, they started to argue like siblings afterwards, so I doubt they hate hate each other, even if it seems like it at times. As for Narmer's invasion, Kaine did try to help push the Sentient forces back at first, but retreated into hiding after the location and security of his clan's dojo was compromised and its members scattered. He spend the rest of the New War attempting to live nomadically on his railjack, which worked for a little bit, at least.

(@ophidian-bite)

[writing-in-sin]

KamuShin HCs: the Beginning

so, my 1st ever kamushin post. yea, its a crack ship considering they only interacted ONCE in the Rakuyo arc but i feel like they have the potential to be an interesting ship

funnily enough, they kinda remind me a bit of hualian. anyways, HCs!

It started out in the 2 year timeskip.

Wanting to keep in touch with shinpachi, kagura writes & sends letters to him. Out of curiosity & seeing an opportunity to tease her, Kamui steals a letter to deliver it himself

He's surprised to find the address leads to the glasses boy

They've met once back at Rakuyo & fought together in the Liberation War but he had bigger things to worry about than this plain looking human. Still, he delivers the letter but when he's about to leave, Shinpachi invites him for tea

With nothing better to do, Kamui stays

Seeing it as a way to tease Kagura about the letters as well as getting free food or refreshments, Kamui keeps coming back. at one point, he saw Shinpachi train at the dojo and they fought. of course, Kamui easily defeated Shinpachi and Kamui lost interest in him but regained it when Shinpachi got back up to fight again

Kamui beats Shinpachi every time but he finds it interesting how Shinpachi never gives up even against a much more powerful opponent. Eventually, they end up fighting & training together almost every day since then

So Kamui ends up staying on earth. Partly because he wants to know why his family loves it so he gets to know the customs & the people. Slowly, he starts to understand why his family loves earth so much even with its imperfections & physically weaker race

from there, KamuShin slowly becomes friends. They spend their days either training together or learn about earth

Shinpachi falls 1st & it twists him up on how he fell for his best friend's older brother or that his heart could race for someone other than Otsuu-chan

It felt like a betrayal

But shin is helpless to stop it, no matter how hard he tries. Even when tried to convince himself that its just admiration & gratitude for helping Shinpachi become stronger, his feelings refused to be denied. Eventually, he resigns to the fact that he's fallen for someone who only sees Shinpachi as his younger sister's plain, nagging best friend and likely a source for free food

Which may have been true initially but thats no longer the case

Either way, they still got a long ways to go before they get together and become mates

[multiandmany]

How would your xiaolin muses react to having a crush on someone?

Oh this is a tough one! I had to really take time to think this through and even had to pull up my playlist for ships for this! Its under read more cause its long! I might have gone a bit overboard...

Jack was the first of the three on here, so lets start with him. This is canon jack, Good Jack AU Jack is entirely different.

Once he realizes that's what he's feeling, and gets over the whole EW I HAVE A CRUSH EW EW EW phase of it, he probably would attempt to get them to join him in "taking over the world" with him and robots being sent with flowers and stuff.

Providing that they're neutral, if they're evil, he'll try to impress them by being evil or even "extra evil", and if they're good... well... He'll be sitting there pouting fighting with his complicated feelings if he can't get them to switch sides.

Wuya dealing with Jack through this all: Mortals and their stupid emotions. Why do I even stick around with this idiot? Jack: I'm the only idiot you have! Wait...

Good Jack AU is a different story. He'd try to show them affection in a different way, he's already affectionate, but he'd try to show it like you'd see Ken from Barbie's Life in the Dream house would possibly do.

He's a romantic, he's companionate, he's overly affectionate at times. He might be shy at first, but once he gets more confident, well, you better be prepared for gifts and assistance and you probably will have to tell him no at times he will get to be too much if you don't let him know. He wants them to know their loved, and he loves them, he just doesn't understand he can be too much and has to be reminded at times.

Oh and like, baked goods. Lots of a baked goods.

Dragon of Metal Jack is the same as canon Jack only he'd make things out of metal like attempts at sculptures and stuff. He's. Not that good. But he'll mostly do the same as canon Jack at first until he works up the courage to make something himself.

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Raimundo is not good with his feelings, not one bit. It would take time for him to figure out that's what he's feeling, but once he does, he'd try to hide it. Partly because strong emotions can cause his wings to show, partly because he doesn't doesn't know what to do about it!

When he does figure out something to do about it, he'd most likely leave a mystery gift with a note, to see how they like it, he's not normally the shy or timid type, but this is out of his comfort zone! It'd take time before he'd admit he likes anyone, someone would have to catch him in the act or catch him acting differently when said crush is around, he does act slightly differently, he has to keep his cool and keep calm after all!

Can you imagine if he actually gets to spend time with his crush? He might actually have his tail show and it wag!

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Dojo isn't really big into this sort of thing being over one thousand years old, but if he does get a crush he'd straight up try to impress them, bowtie, flowers, you know, the classic.

He's not interested in relationships right now though, he's got kids to watch over and Wu to be on alert for.

[ritens]

[wf] Their Headache IV : Attraction

Deceptive Bond

The Lotus had gone on an unannounced self-rediscovery journey which left the tenno to fend for themselves. Something was brewing and it had most of the void demons on edge. Some formed groups and decided their own mission objectives, got involved with Nightwave and other forces looking to keep the Origin system in balance. But aimlessness settled in for those who needed a special kind of push to get going. Such as Caserin.

And ever since Luke took the clan leader’s offer of becoming second in command, he and Kyn no longer hung out as much. The Limbo Prime had his own office built and spent most of his time there, carving plans for further improvement of the dojo, overseeing ongoing trades between hired merchants, as well as keeping track of new members and those who chose to leave.

Meanwhile Kyn had retreated to the orbiter where he went back to moping in his personal quarters all day long, and only heading out on a mission when directly requested. Even then he would go alone. He could have called for Luke to assist him and the warframe would have made time, no questions asked. But the operator had a tendency to struggle with self-worth and the meaning of everything. He didn’t prefer loneliness, but he believed it was better to keep to himself. He was getting nowhere regarding his questions about what happened to his long gone parents and who Luke was, and whether the warframe even knew anything. Luke didn’t talk, couldn’t talk, and possibly couldn’t even remember himself before he fully became what he was now. And Caserin was coming to terms with it.

At one point the operator was visited by the head of the clan himself. Felippe was curious about why his right hand’s companion was so closed off even after the Swirly threat had been dealt with. The Loki was a conscious warframe blessed with the ability to communicate telepathically and he used this skill to coax the operator into inviting him inside the man’s living space.

Caserin’s orbiter was permanently docked in a comfortable location on Earth. The operator preferred being close to a source of water. The interior was dark in color, with orange floors stretching throughout all the rooms. It was dustless and every knick knack, noggle, potted plant and book was on its dedicated shelf. The Loki suspected perfectionist tendencies in the arrangement of the furniture, but dismissed the idea once he entered the main living space of the operator, which was the bedroom in personal quarters. The room was dim lit but Felippe could spy the countless paper sheets filled with sketches of varying quality scattered all over the floor, a two days old half full cup of tea sitting on the coffee table by the Plains of Eidolon vignette, a wrinkled suit lying on the seat next to the coffee table. However, the bed on which the operator himself was sitting and possibly spending most time on, was neatly made.

“Hello, Felippe. Pardon the mess.” The guy greeted the Loki Prime, and put down the sketchbook he was holding in his lap. He used his hands to iron the t-shirt he was wearing in an attempt to look a bit more composed. Futile though, as his silly kavat print shorts stole all the attention anyway.

Felippe navigated between the scattered sketches, avoiding to step on any until he reached the seat by the coffee table and took the opportunity to sit down. He briefly observed the suit next to him. It wasn’t worn in a while and was probably going to get washed when the operator mustered enough mental energy for it.

Felippe shook his head in response and Caserin furrowed his nonexistent brows, and the Loki took note of the fact Kyn hadn’t bothered to draw himself a pair of eyebrows this time. He didn’t even have his ear guards on. The operator normally wore accessories that cover his ears entirely and block excess noise. The trip in void had made him unbearably sensitive to sound. But the man’s orbiter was pleasantly quiet with just him residing in it. Luke must be the ideal roommate with his chosen communication methods.

“Good day, Caserin.” Felippe took the greeting without addressing the comment about the mess.

Kyn awkwardly fixed his undone hair before getting to the point. “I assume something needs to be done? What can I do for you?”

“How are you feeling?” the warframe asked.

Kyn cocked his head sideways. “Huh. pff uhm.. Could be better, could be worse? Why?”

“Luke mentioned you at a meeting. I realized it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you, and decided to pay you a visit to make sure you’re well. You’re an operator, we don’t have many of those in the clan.” Felippe cooked up a lengthy but still fairly vague response.

“Caserin. If you miss your warframe you should visit him or at least call him.” Felippe stated and Kyn immediately looked at the warframe as if his mind had just been read. That’s impossible though. This Loki could only transfer his own words to the minds of others.

Caserin pulled his bare legs into the bed and placed his palms on his knees. “Ah. Makes sense. Well. I'm alright. Thanks for stopping by. See ya next time, then.”

He figured if Luke needed anything he would come by himself instead of sending someone else.

“I can’t do that. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy his company. But the issue is that I’ve messed up and might be enjoying it a little too much.” the operator hesitantly explained.

The Loki brought a hand up to his chin to consider the course of action for the ongoing conversation.

“How is that a bad thing?” he ended up asking and the operator nervously laughed in response.

Then the warframe let out something akin to a gasp as realization settled in his mind. The tenno before him fancied warframes in a rather intimate way. The Loki Prime knew he had to be careful about what he had to say next. “It’s not as uncommon as you think, Caserin. Not an everyday occurrence, sure, but not unheard of either,” he stood up, “You two are best friends, are you not?”

Kyn nodded. They were. Before this lengthy silence they have always had each other’s back and Caserin would rather lose one life after another than let Luke take a hit.

“Maybe a discussion with him is worth the risk.” Felippe suggested. “Has Luke ever negatively reacted towards you?”

The operator was picking at the skin of his right ring finger as he dug into his memories. Luke wasn’t particularly friendly the first two times they met and he was standoffish the entire first month of them working together. So much time has passed since then. And still the Limbo Prime never complained about anything, merely suggested a different approach whenever Kyn was over-complicating things. Perhaps he was making it needlessly complicated now too and Luke wasn’t detecting it, or wanted no part in it. Or was that what Caserin imagined Luke was like?

The Limbo Prime knew about Caserin’s occasional visits to the back alleys of corpus run cities. What he wasn’t aware of was the fact that Kyn would always have the image of him in mind whenever the guy went. Regardless of how little Luke knew about these semi-secret activities, he couldn’t say anything about it. Or maybe he could but Kyn avoided whatever message the warframe would convey, out of fear of judgment from someone he holds closer to his own heart than he imagines.

Caserin suddenly blinked with consciousness, his mind returned to present time. “Damn. You’re right. I.. should talk to him. I might have been projecting my own self-criticism onto Luke. He may not have a voice but it doesn’t mean I can override his opinion, whatever it may be.”

“There you go. And make sure you come to the dojo now and then, ok? Just so we know you’re alive and well.” Felippe waved a finger at Caserin like a father would and the operator rolled his eyes. Death is not on the menu for most tenno.

“Sure sure. Now if you don’t mind? I need a bath.”

VAULT C

They were at the start location of their mission on Europa. The data vaults were evenly scattered throughout the frozen rubbish that was this base. Stealing data was a task both Kyn and Luke were the best at and could easily manage solo, but the discussion with Felippe had Caserin feeling guilty for being so evasive towards his own warframe. He wasn't ready for a conversation just yet, he likely never will be. But he was determined to at least exist in the vicinity of his warframe.

Luke didn’t expect the operator to suddenly hop out of him in his headquarters with an offer, asking whether he wanted to hang out and maybe get some tasks done. The Limbo prime was glad to come along to wherever Caserin was willing to take him.

They spent a couple days together, during which they assembled and tried out new weapons by bringing them to assigned missions, restocked supplies, and even caught and cooked freshwater fish from the lake on Earth’s plains. Caserin then realized he hates the muddy aftertaste of such fish and decided to never bother with freshwater creatures ever again.

Emptying data vaults was the mission they left for last. “A little bit of stealing. As a treat.” Kyn had said, and Luke didn’t scold him this time. He knew he was a hypocrite when it came to dastardly activities. “Some stealing is petty, some is necessary.” is probably what he thought as a way to justify himself.

“Take B, I’ll go A” the tenno instructed his warframe and both split up. Caserin remained invisible to the naked eye as he traversed the ins and outs of the snowed-in corpus structure. He hadn’t yet mastered the focus schools and thus had to stop now and then to recharge a bit of energy before moving forward. This is why he usually chose the data vaults closest to his break in point.

Luke had no issues maintaining his momentum as is expected of a riftwalker. Nothing could get in his way regardless if he’s being seen or not.

He easily extracted the data before Kyn even got inside his chosen vault. The operator wasn’t far behind usually so Luke backtracked into a vent to wait for Caserin to give him a signal. The operator would use transference to get to him and they would do vault C together.

“Done” a voice rang from the warframe just a minute later. The Limbo Prime was then on his way to the third data vault when an unexpected avalanche stopped him at an outside portion of the base.

It was cold and the wind was picking up. The warframe walked around the pile of snow to measure a better way back indoors but with the miniscule amount of shields on him, he had to act fast or he’d start freezing. He had no explosive weapons on him, nor any abilities that could easily get him through the snow. After a quick moment of thought Luke let out a sigh of despair and got down on his knees to begin digging.

Caserin dealt with freezing temperatures much worse than Luke but he had the ability to melt the snow and decided it was best to cope with a frostbite and a runny nose than be at the mercy of corpus whose data they were stealing. By now a group of crewmen were surely on their way to dig the snow themselves.

“Let me.” he said.

Luke stood up in response and the wind immediately blew away his hat.

A foreign arm shot out of his back to snatch it and bring it back. Caserin then surfaced from the warframe’s front, his lower half still submerged within the frame to stay warm. He propped his elbows on Luke’s shoulders as he held the hat above the Limbo Prime’s carefully crafted imitation of tentacle hair. There were icicles already forming on Luke’s features, and, without thinking, Caserin placed his lips on the warframe’s forehead to breathe some warmth into his friend.

Three seconds of this contact and Luke wrapped his arms around the tenno to forcefully push the guy back into his body, back to where he had come from. The next thing Caserin knew, he had fallen into the seat of the somatic link on his own Orbiter. With the warframe’s hat still in his hands.

Luke returned to digging into the snow with never seen before vigor. It was no lie that the sudden, unusually intimate contact with the tenno was overwhelming his mind. He already knew he’d have to talk about it later. And he would make sure this talk happens.

Just a bit more and he finally scraped the metal door. The Limbo Prime ruthlessly punched through it and then sprinted towards the final objective that was data vault C.

Surprisingly the data wasn’t wiped yet. Despite the hiccup that was the avalanche, the mission was a success.

Luke downloaded the last bit of information into his data carrier and then took a slow stride to the extraction point. He had some things to figure out on his own before he could return to his operator.

They didn’t speak about any of it.

Amalgamation

Rumors of Sentients invading the Origin System had begun to spread as the tenno found out about the monstrosities going on in the Gas City. It was a noteworthy corpus base on Jupiter where Alad V conducted experiments as part of a deal with the Sentients who had tricked him into the partnership. Knowledge of the existence of amalgams created from Sentients and Corpus units led the tenno to investigate the Gas City and do whatever they could to sabotage ongoing processes, and deal with the biggest threat, The Ropalolyst, which continued being a menace after each and every time it got taken down.

Kyn and Luke had done their part fighting it when necessary. It was a tedious ordeal and the two were glad to be assisted by Viri and Nessi and their warframes every now and then.

Luke is agile and generally manages to stay out of harm’s way even when using the rift is not an option, but one time Ropalolyst managed to scathe the armor he was wearing. He had to get a replacement.

Upon returning to Caserin’s orbiter, he stripped what little was left of his coat and let the operator choose a new fit for him. The tenno eagerly obliged. The Limbo prime had an entire wardrobe of his own that he never even browsed himself as he liked everything that Kyn picked out for him at this point.

He sat down on the orange floor and observed the scratches on his body while waiting. They were insignificant enough to heal on their own. Caserin was smart to have convinced Luke to wear separate pieces of armor on top of his steel flesh body for protection. He would have been blown to smithereens if not for this decision.

Luke also took a good look at the index finger he was missing on his right hand. Swirly had sliced it off clean and Luke never got a new one in place. He insisted it was pointless to waste resources on, and that he’s left handed anyway. Kyn hadn’t approved of the decision at first but as time went by the wound became a signature detail of Luke.

Another wound was the ache deep inside his core.

Caserin returned with a new tailcoat and Luke got up from the floor.

By now it had been 4 months since the snowy incident on Europa and the Limbo Prime still hesitated asking about what the kiss was. But the more he kept quiet the more it bothered him.

He stretched out one arm and let the operator put the coat on one side, then the other. With his neuroptics he followed Kyn’s nimble fingers as they closed the buttons on the chest part of the outfit, and then glanced upward to face the operator when the hands moved to tuck in the slightly frilly fabric around his neck. Luke observed the details on Kyn’s face. There were always stray strands of hair covering Kyn’s slanted eyes, yet it never seemed to bother the man. He also made note of how Kyn’s eyebrows were drawn perfectly symmetrical each day. Luke could never.

After fixing the collar piece Caserin turned around to pick up a metal cased corset with the intention of securing Luke’s fragile spine. Another handiwork of Swirly that he didn’t get properly looked at and treated.

Caserin turned back toward Luke who once again lifted up his arms, allowing the operator to put the corset on and zip it up, then seal it with a strong but well decorated clasp on the front. But before Kyn could withdraw from his handiwork, Luke wrapped his already risen arms around the operator and pulled him into a silent hug.

The tenno interpreted the action as a way of expressing gratitude and responded accordingly. “Oh. um. You’re welcome. But we’re not done yet.”

Luke heard and understood the man, but closed the imitation of an eye on his face and kept holding on in hopes of sparking a different idea. Tightening the corset could wait.

After what felt like ages Luke sensed a hand on his back.

Kyn’s mental gears were turning in an attempt to piece together what was the message that the warframe was trying to convey. 

“It’s okay, you know? You’re fine and next time you’ll do better.” The tenno figured Luke was upset about his performance during the fight with Ropalolyst, and attempted to comfort him. 

The Limbo Prime let go of the operator, slightly irritated and very much misunderstood. He slammed his palms into Kyn’s shoulders to push the man back. The operator tumbled backwards to the floor. His eyes were trained on the warframe who was now casting a cataclysm bubble inside the orbiter.

“I don’t understand what’s going on but your abilities don’t really affect me. I’m sure you’re aware.” Kyn commented. It was probably a mistake on his part as Luke gave him an unreadable, likely negative, look.

“But they affect me.” A distorted voice spoke. It was untrained and strained but underneath the distortions it was rather melodic, with a hint of an accent of some kind.

Caserin quickly got back up on his feet. But before he could express any kind of verbal reaction, Luke continued speaking, “There is something we should address, Caserin.”

“I’m listening.” Kyn nodded.

“Do you remember the avalanche that we had to dig through on Europa four months ago?” Luke asked, and Kyn nodded again. He had a hard time falling asleep for at least a week due to overthinking the whole mission. It was the first time Luke had pushed him away like that.

The warframe placed a hand on his own forehead where Kyn had kissed him that day. “What did you do?”

The operator cocked his head sideways like an inquisitive kubrow pup. “Transferred some of my energy to you? You had frost forming on you and I can burn things. It made sense to warm you up.”

Luke’s shoulders fell in defeat and he slouched slightly. “So, I… misunderstood.”

He cast his gaze downward in visible discomfort, perhaps embarrassment, and turned his back toward the operator so the guy could finish fixing up the corset at last. The bubble of cataclysm popped, gone as quickly as it had been created.

Caserin sat still for a moment, still trying to process the situation at hand. Did Luke think he was coming onto him back then? He raised a hand to tuck some of his stray hair behind an ear. Then why would Luke hold onto him now? It clearly wasn’t Ropalolyst that upset the warframe. Most importantly, it turned out that Luke could talk after all and he chose to reveal the ability by asking about a very specific thing.

Time was ticking and Kyn was still thinking, recalling other situations that could justify the conclusion he was about to make: despite his own unsavory fantasies of the warframe, perhaps Luke had been the one attempting to court him. And for a very long time at that.

-Warframes don’t need sleep, but Luke learned to and has been doing so in the same room as Kyn.

-In the dojo Luke only attempted small talk with Caserin on the rare occasion he decided to visit. Other operators found him cold, and a bit intimidating.

-Sometimes he attempted to draw his own pictures when the two of them organized a little plenair. Kyn figured he would have to take a second look at these drawings when able.

-Luke always brought him little knick knacks from solo missions.

-And no matter how prim and proper Luke presented himself, Kyn believed him to be oddly cuddly for a warframe. But Kyn wouldn’t know for sure as he had no other warframes he could compare Luke to. The times when they were together, the Limbo Prime was always glued to his side despite having his own free will. They had a deal and only Luke’s half of it was complete, but they weren’t bound by any kind of contract. Years passed and Luke stuck around through thick and thin. Even now, Luke could have left but chose to stay and have Kyn continue to work on him.

There were probably more details to recall, but Kyn was missing out on a lot of cues as it were. He finally got up on his feet and walked up to Luke to tighten the still loose corset, as well as tie a pleasantly yellow bow on it. While working on the corset, he noticed the slight trembling of the warframe’s form. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant but, it couldn’t be positive. Luke was likely overwhelmed.

Kyn decided he should do something in an attempt to improve the increasingly unpleasant situation, and placed his palms on Luke’s upper arms to turn him around and pull him into a proper embrace.

“You didn’t misunderstand anything. I’m just a coward.”

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

Crown Tundra

Still doesn't run the best.

That girl is not sweet.

I hate Dynamax raids.

Is the whole adventure max raids?

You don't get to use your Pokemon. I know they explain it but it sounds like a copout.

Also, nobody mentions how fucking loud the Pokemon cries are in the max raids.

That and a bunch of giant Pokemon battling are kinda scary.

So, it's basically the Battle Factory with raids.

I like how it doesn't matter what ball you use.

And you only get to keep one Poke? Really!😡😡

This girl does not want to spend time with her dad.

You're in the frozen tundra in your Dojo uniform 🤨🤨

I like the cold but this is too much.

Nice music.

This place is making me cold.

Hey, look you can actually go in people's houses.

The abilty to have a Pokemon walk behind you is locked behind a random kid in an Eevee costume?

I hope that's not her bedroom.

Nice title thingy.

Pillow? It was made of wood.

Sometimes I wonder if some of the phrases are really British slang or the localizers were just fucking with everybody.

That was fast.

It floats.

We really need voice acting.

It just possessed him... Okay.

How do you know how to spell its name? Did it tell you?

I'm busy doing nothing 🤣🤣

Yeah, fog. 🙃

My man is not concerned that he's falling asleep outside.

"My hot water's gone on holiday". 🤣🤣

That carrot is big and kinda looks like a dick.

Let's return poor Peony.

That text, my man. 🤣🤣

I like Regice the best.

Dude, the pop in encounter rate is insane! You can't take two steps without worrying about running into something or something running into you. That's why the old encounter system was better. Pokemon should not be able to run into you.

Usually, the Pokemon you accidentally run into to, or have run into you are higher level and might outspeed you. I had a bunch of times where 2-3 Pokemon had to die before I could escape. Nothing should be moving off-screen.

I'm glad that we got new Regis but I'd prefer a new Eeveelution.

Is that a giant apple tree?

It just waits for you?

You have to catch the chicken?

It comes to you?

She doesn't live with her dad? Where does she live?

You really don't see Peony or Nia too often.

Good amount of content. Wish there was more.

I'd price this at 15. So put that together with 10 from the first one. 25 all together.

I would've liked more content. I'm glad I didn't buy this.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Sooga gets all nasty from fighting a Hinox (or a Molduga idk just anything but a Lynel- dont do him like that) and despite the last armpit thing- is surprised that Kohga is all over him… or maybe he planned it? 👀

Oh go to hell, this is MY kink, let's go.

(Also Lynels are more Von's territory;))

Sooga mumbled an apology as he walked past the two guards. The medics required Molduga guts for various medicines, and of course, Sooga volunteered. Unfortunately, the creature's slain blood made him smell absolutely foul, causing anyone to stand near him to wince. Even as the medics accepted the guts, they didn't seem to want him there for very long. He was about to head right for the showers, when he looked at Master Kohga’s room. He SHOULD make sure he needed anything beforehand. He knocked on the door. Sure he pretty much lived there at this point, but he was his servant before he was his lover.

"Come in."

Sooga came in, seeing Kohga working at his desk. He had been into origami as a child, and it was still something he enjoyed doing today.

"Master Kohga, keeping busy I see."

"Yeah, Urbosa was telling me about these new folds that...what the hell is that smell?"

Kohga fully turned away from his project, in order to glance at Sooga. He gave a light bow of apology.

"I'm sorry. The healers required Molduga guts, so I volunteered."

"You couldn't have waited till night? They're so much slower when it's cold out."

"Oh well, there's no challenge then, is there? What's the point of the hunt if you don't sweat a little?"

He chuckled. He moved to his side of the bed, and dug a new uniform out of his nightstand. He stripped himself down, till just a towel hung around his hips. He felt Kohga’s eyes upon him during, but that was nothing new. Sooga was about to walk out and into the baths, when Kohga reached for his hand.

"Hey hey, wait. You should uh...lay down for a minute. It's pretty damn hot out there, I'd hate for you to suddenly pass out in some hallway."

"I feel quite alright? I mean, a bit gross, covered in the smell of all that blood and blubber. Not to mention the sweat."

Kohga suddenly looked...uncomfortable. 

"Just...lay down. For a minute."

Sooga thought it was a waste, fouling up the bed with his own odor. But a command was a command. He moved his clothes, laid down on the bed, and put his hands behind his head. He was about to ask how long he should stay put, when Kohga was suddenly at his side, greedily feeling up his arm.

"Master Kohga?"

"I just. Didn’t want you to be lonely here, is all. God you are just...soaked in sweat. You look all...glossy."

"Apologies. I understand this might be quite unpleasant."

Kohga felt at his sweaty bicep, and for once, Sooga got the fucking hint; that his Master was horny. He never understood it, but his Master had such an odd fetish for sweaty, foul smelling men. But, Sooga was nothing if not a servant to him. He tried not to chuckle, just now seeing that greedy look in his eyes.

"Yeah you smell just...awful. Terrible."

"Certainly doesn't help that I haven't shaved in some time,"

He scratched his armpit, watching as Kohga looked at his sweaty fingertips. Such a greedy stare from his master, it gave him quite the ego boost.

"My underarms are probably the foulest smelling thing. You can see for yourself, If you don't believe me."

"That...can't smell that bad."

"Master Kohga, I'm CAKED in sweat. Look at me, I'm simply putrid."

Kohga couldn’t help himself anymore. He dug his face into his armpit, and inhaled. Poor Kohga’s body went limp almost immediately, taken aback by the smell.

"You're...so sweaty. And gross. And…h-holy shit."

Kohga pulled out his cock (Sooga was surprised to see he was so hard already), before starting to stroke himself, refuse to pull his face away. This wasn’t Sooga’s thing, but the sight of his master so excited about him? It DID make his heart flutter.

"I bet I'd taste even worse."

Kohga’s body trembled something FIERCE, Sooga almost felt guilty by tormenting him so much. At least, he would, if he didn’t know Kohga didn’t absolutely love it. His hand was moving so quickly on his cock, he could tell he wanted to cum SO badly. Sooga let Kohga squirm and writhe, all while his tongue and lips tasted every bit of sweat from his hairy, awful armpit.

"You're the worst thing I've e-ever fucking smelled,"

Kohga trailed off for a second, tongue lapping up another bead of sweat from his underarms.

"And GOD you make me wanna cum SO badly~"

Sooga chuckled. He could see precum drip into his Master's hand. He wouldn't have to wait long.

"Why DO you like this so much? I'm curious."

"Boys smelling nice is...well, nice. But MEN should smell like absolute shit. The smell of sweat, of dirt and grime, it fucking DOES something to me, Sooga."

"You must be miserable when I wash, then."

Kohga hesitated for a second, before groaning.

"Not...totally. You know how I say I personally take your clothes to wash?"

"Yes?"

"Well...if they're sweaty. I use them to jerk off. F-fucking shit, I remember once I found just a rank pair of boxers in your clothes pile-I went crazy, Sooga."

Sooga couldn’t help himself. He full on snorted, making Kohga smack him on his shoulder.

"I'm s-sorry I just-"

"DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME."

"I'm not, I swear! Just. Knowing I have the potential to arouse you so much...it's odd. But you're right, I'm being rude. Here, let me help you finish."

Sooga grabbed Kohga’s head, and pushed him against his armpit, smothering him in his own smell. Kohga wanted to bitch and complain, obviously, but he was lost to his lust. So lost, he could do nothing but sit there, whine, and roughly stroke his cock. Until he came. Came so hard, his poor girth ached, and his body went totally stiff. Then, when Kohga went limp, Sooga finally let him go, letting his Master sit in his own cum.

"I...h-holy shit. I hate you. Fuck."

"I love you too, Master Kohga. Would you like me to wait to take a bath?"

"God yes."

"As you wish, my Master."

[pocketramblr]

Headcanons for OFA stockpiles beauty, tddk version, please.

1- ok so dorms happen earlier in the first semester, after the revelation that Shigaraki carries a picture around of Izuku and the winged nomu targeted him to carry off. But in the meantime while they're being built, UA is like 'maybe we should get this kid a protective detail or someone at least watching him off campus'. Tenya and Shoto are both in the hospital room while that's discussed, and both immediately offer their connections- but with the Iida family focusing on their sons right now, it makes more sense to see if they can take the Todorokis up on it instead. Which means that now, Izuku is alternating between staying with All Might (doesn't want to impose or run more of his time down) or the Todorokis (also doesn't want to impose, but its nice to get to know his friend more!)

2- Enji isn't thrilled about the protective detail, but he figures pretty quickly this kid's got some connection to All Might and would like to figure out what- and uh yeah Shoto's crush on him is as obvious as it is understandable, so he wants to keep an eye on that to make sure he isn't distracted now that he's finally using his fire.

He is very specific about Izuku getting a guest room in a different wing of the house from Shoto.

It doesn't matter much, since they spend a lot of time out with friends after school or together in the living room or dojo anyway.

3- Fuyumi decides to try and help her brother out, asking Izuku a couple questions while he's helping her cook and Shoto's gone to visit Rei one Sunday. She says she's sure he's the heartbreaker of his class, any datemate?

Izuku laughs uncomfortably, says no, but gets why she asked- its a side effect of his quirk, he isn't really as attractive as it seems, no one is actually likes him, just the quirk tricking them too.

Fuyumi gets very quiet and very serious, and says she's sorry. Sometimes, quirks don't seem worth the trouble, and he's in hard spot- but she's sure at some point, someone will see the real him, and like the real him, besides from the glamour. Izuku thanks her, and after dinner Fuyumi pulls Shoto aside to bring up the quirk and if he thinks he's under the effect of it, or if he has a real crush on him.

Shoto stares at her, and says he doesn't have a crush on Izuku, he's just objectively attractive and a brilliant friend.

Fuyumi realizes he's as oblivious as Izuku, and both beyond her help.

4- Shoto realizes that night that Fuyumi was right, but as a youngest sibling is physically incapable of admitting that so soon, and decides to simply act as if it was a slowburn unrelated to anything she said, and that itll probably be easy, since Izuku is so clearly over any attempts to woo him. He doesn't want to be pushy. He doesn't want Izuku to feel like Rei. So instead, he just acts friendly. Gets him All Might merch for his birthday, keeps a poker face when Izuku joins them in the hot spring at camp even if he cant quite control the temperature reaction, and keeps a lookout/causes distractions to make having quiet meetings with All Might easier for him.

5- Ok i dont know how but imagine whatever convoluted scenario needs to happen for Izuku to get shot with a temporary eraser bullet. this is mostly because he deserves to go feral and smart and fight quirkless again, but also because everyone realizes he does look/seem different this way, until the glamour comes back- everyone except Shoto, who didn't notice a difference and says it, which startles some tears out of Izuku only for him to bury that deep, deep down because he's got a while before he's gonna confront the mortifying ordeal of having a crush of his own