#pocky makes everything better

[popponn]

idk if you accept requests but i badly want to read the blue lock boys with the orange peel theory going around on tiktok 🥹

notes: anon, i was in a slump and then you come with this, please know i cant get it out of my mine for 2 whole nights. so, please have this, i hope u will enjoy it & your fave is there. also shoutout to @doobea for helping me with rin & barou esp <3 aso for standing my yappings. warning: none, post canon au in mind, reader's gender unspecified.

character: isagi, kaiser, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin, sae, barou + bonus

isagi

sweet boy will do it with a smile. is not the tidiest but you can now eat your orange while sharing with him. has a vibe that he is sort of used to doing this somehow. a total win still. if you do the same for him he will get flustered. also asking this is one of the quickest ways to get mr. egoist switches to mr. sweetheart boyfriend.

“Eh, why are peeling one too? I already… for me…?…I, uh—I see. Thanks… I—I am… give me a second.”

kaiser

you are the one who will peel for him—unless you throw a fuss and give him a silent treatment because this guy's pride is no joke. he can, he just doesn't want to. but to appease you and gain back his rightful spoiling, he will. afterward, at least, he learns his lesson and when you are about to peel one yourself, will take it and peel it beautifully for you like a second nature.

“…the fuck are you staring at? Just take it. You are about to eat it anyway, right? Then what's the big deal?”

bachira

yes, he will no question asked but is it worth it. probably will make a mess out of his energy. you will be laughing along with him somehow though so it is worth it. having the sunshine doing anything in front of you is a guaranteed smile-inducing routine. as for the orange, please do switch to other alternatives, for example: kisses, as suggested by him.

“Isn't this better than orange? Huum, huum! More healthy, sweeter too, right? Another one?”

chigiri

depending on his mood, you will either get a very cute orange peel or a half-peeled orange (at best) you have to finish peeling yourself. on the former, you get a smug bf who will feed you like it's a pocky stick. on the latter, you better be the one feeding him while hugging and cuddling him. multitask somehow. also, give him kisses because he is called a ‘princess’ for a reason.

“Ah, being in your arms being fed like this… yeah, yeah. I know don't worry. I will repay the favor.”

nagi

realistically, you will be the one peeling it for him and forcing him to eat one. because why would he even touch one? he is too lazy for that, nothing personal. but, let's say he really, really loves you: he still won't, he will just give you orange-flavored jelly in replacement. it does come from a place of love though, he genuinely thinks it's less troublesome to eat and, hence: better.

“Eating that is troublesome. It taste the same too. We can also do it while kissing. Mouth to mouth. Better right?”

reo

normally, will get a servant to peel it for you and him. though: can he do it? will he do it if it must be him? no question asked, absolutely will, all while chatting and staring at you with so much love. totally mr. k-drama male lead. you and your premium orange are in good hands.

“Oh, man, you are sometimes really …huh? Nah, I mean, I like doing this. It's just now I feel like I have to do this every time, so… yeah.”

rin

the first time, he will click his tongue and mess up. he will crush the orange. better never speak of it again, just know he loves you wholly despite everything. then a week passes and suddenly you will get a professional competitive orange peeler part-timer. without asking. just eat your orange. unless you are sick of it or it makes you actually sick.

“Did the orange taste good? … good. Nothing. You just look… nevermind. Do you want another one?”

sae

will he or will you. realistically, no? there are two possible reasons: 1) he can't. his whole stat is in soccer. 2) “you can't?” aka is it worth it getting judged by him. in case #2 though, just act cute and aim for his soft spot for you, he will fold and peel it with you pressed to his arm. he will grumble or glare but that's just itoshi-esque tsundere.

“You can't do something like this yourself? This will be the only time I’m doing this… Also who told you to move away?”

barou

our king. will peel the skin and the white fiber for you. tidy peels and if you know your way around his heart—you do just smile or blink and he is gone—he will also feed you. 10/10 execution no notes. probably will do this in kotatsu, dinner tables, and other domestic settings that are not bed while being a tsundere.

“I’m doing this just so you don't make a mess, got it? Also, scoot closer, your leg is kicking me—what do you mean I’m lying?!”

bonus

kunigami will, both before and after wc because you are his world. the difference would be in his expression only and there is that because his love for you would never change. shidou will but genuinely, please just peel it yourself. aiku will, not without teasing you though. gagamaru will either will or teach you how to eat the skin too. zantetsu wants to do it, but it will be really messy so please just don't. hiori will do it like a sweet boy, but if he is in his sadistic mood he will tease you for a bit before finally feeding you.

[ilyyoomi]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ taste — kageyama tobio

kageyama tobio x gn! reader

kageyama is oblivious to everything and anything that’s not related to volleyball— he eats, sleeps, and breathes the sport like his life depends on it. some of his friends would even say he lives under a rock because of it. they say this because he doesn’t understand the pop culture references they make during water breaks, the memes they send in the group chat, or when girls are hitting on him during classes.

he’s hopelessly oblivious, and he carry’s it into his relationship with you.

in the beginning it was impressive how oblivious he was to your not so subtle hints at your feelings for him. the risky pick up lines you sent resulted in him sending you many question marks and a screen shot of a google search of your pickup line, and the hearts you’d draw on his worksheets somehow went unnoticed despite how many you drew.

with time he’s gotten better— he winks (tries) back at you instead of offering a tissue for the dust he thought was in your eye, and glares at the girls flirting with him when you’re next to him because he knows what flirting is (thanks to you). though there were times where all his progress goes back to square one.

you were in the front seat of the car with kageyama, snacking on treats picked up at the convenience store. once a week you both try some sort of new snack there, this time it was cookies and cream pocky sticks. the snack was pretty good, but they were so dry that you had to keep taking sips of water which washed off your lipgloss.

“hey tobio, can you pass me my lipgloss?”

“sure.” he reaches over and grabs the product in the front compartment, he even unscrews the cap off for you.

you smile taking the product then start applying a few layers on your bare lips. kageyama watches you the whole time, his midnights tracing over the outline of your fresh glossy lips. your heart flutters whenever he’s watching you— he has that look, it’s the same as when he’s on the court calculating his next move and it makes your knees feel weak because it’s like he’s thinking what to do with you next.

“do you wanna taste it? it’s cherry flavoured.” you ask, hinting at a kiss.

kageyama raises his brows, then reluctantly nods.

you close your eyes, bracing yourself for the feeling of his hands cupping your face to kiss you— but it doesn’t come. instead when you open your eyes you see kageyama leaned over towards the lip gloss applicator literally tasting it like it’s some sort of treat.

“uhm. this doesn’t taste very good…” he sticks his tongue out disgusted and disappointed.

“tobio…”

“yeah?” he asks like he didn’t just miss what you meant earlier.

“i meant this.” you lean over to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips leaving a shimmery kiss mark.

kageyama’s face burns as bright as the stop sign a few roads ahead of you— not just from the kiss but from his embarrassment of not getting what you meant by ‘taste.’

“oh— that’s what you meant. i’m sorry.” he apologies with so much embarrassment and sincerity that it makes you melt inside.

“hey it’s okay.” you place your hand on top of his and give him a reassuring squeeze. “wanna make it up to me?”

and the disappointment from his lips not on yours earlier disappears, because this time he gets what you mean and kisses you— tasting you along with the cherry flavoured lipgloss.

kageyama is oblivious, but you adore this boy so much that you wouldn’t have him any other way.

authors note: i wrote this based off a tik tok i saw abt a girl being oblivious to a guy wanting to kiss her when she was putting on lip gloss HAHA (i can’t find it anymore) i hope u enjoyed!! reblogs or comments are appreciated <33

[earthtooz]

x : POCKY GAME ! :*+ﾟ

in which: you play the pocky game w/ various bllk boys!

warnings: gn!reader, ooc for some, fluff, lots of kissing, suggestive but not nsfw, 300-600 words depending on which blurb :p, the writing is better in some parts than others forgive me i was fighting for my life trying to get everything right >.<

a/n: if you enjoy pls like or reblog!!! okay sorry back to ur regularly scheduled content, but pls consider reblogging!!!!! have a lovely day !!!!

CONFIDENT AND COCKY. he’s the one who taunts you into it, placing the confectionary sweet between his teeth and staring at you mockingly, daring you to take the other end.

“c’mon, sweets. what’s the worst that could happen?” he jeers, sitting back in his seat. you scoff at his egotistical show. you can’t stand him, really, you can’t.

you curse that he knows this trait of yours: that you could never say no to a good challenge. you know that he’s got you cornered, unable to contain his smirk when you roll your eyes and latch on to the opposite end of the pocky. at least he was considerate enough to take the breadstick end for himself.

both of you ignore the way you step in between his legs, placing your hands on his broad shoulders for stability before the game begins, but not without a wink sent your way first.

you hate his guts. he knows it, but he wants you so desperately it hurts. 

he tries to contain his eagerness yet he can't stop his hands from snaking up to loosely hold your hips, fearing that this was just another daydream of his imagination. you, on the other hand, remain unrushed, taking your time and not falling for his bait.

you love watching him suffer, don’t you? pushing then pulling back when he gets too close, leaving him in a lovesick haze. 

he loves that you know exactly what to do every time to send him spiralling. 

after what feels like an eternity yet no time at all, his heart stutters at the gentle hover of your lips over his before going into overdrive when you press against him, leaving no biscuit or space untouched. with little control, he gives himself fully into the kiss, conveying every pent up feeling of desire that you leave brewing within him. he has longed for this moment for ages. 

and somehow, you feel it. despite his playboy appearance, you can tell with this one kiss that he’s fully devoted himself to you. as ridiculous as the notion may sound, it's evident through the bruising embrace of his, the way he’s trying to commit your lips to memory, and the way that he's tilting his head to access more of you.

it’s enough to make your heart flutter. 

but. you knew you couldn’t give in to his wants. not yet.

abruptly parting from him, he quietly whines at the loss of contact, frowning when you push his hands away with that pretty smirk of yours. so unabashed in rejecting him, aren’t you?

“you’ve gotta work harder next time, pretty boy,” you whisper against his lips before lowering your head to press a quick kiss against his neck. “i’m not that easy to impress, especially not with a stick of pocky.”

he watches longingly as you walk away, a new fire of determination burning in his veins. 

oliver, KARASU, KAISER, SHIDOU, kunigami (after… yk) 

DOUBTFUL BUT REALLY WANTS THIS. the party is in full swing, the bass of the music is buzzing through the speakers, groups of people are getting drunk, and you? well, you're playing a game for prepubescent teenagers.

“truth or dare?” one of the party goers asks the soccer player whom you’ve harbored feelings for for a while. your stomach flips in anticipation at which option he’ll choose. 

his face twists into a split second of contemplation before the answer slips out of his mouth. “dare,” he answers confidently, returning the asker’s smug expression with one of his own.

“i dare you to play the pocky game with the person who you think is the most attractive in this room.”

everyone lets out a collective ‘ooo’ at the dare and you try to ignore the way your heart drops to your stomach, your nerves crawling all over you. the soccer player laughs before accepting it, catching the strawberry pocky box that is thrown in his direction.

who just casually has pocky as a party snack? 

you don’t get to spend long dwelling on your query because your eyes suddenly lock with his and he stands up, never breaking eye contact as he walks over to where you sit.

the group erupts into cheers of encouragement when he bends down to be eye-level with you, holding the box of pocky in his hands with a small, shy smile. he was so cute- hold on. he thought you were the most attractive person in the room? oh my goodness, where you about the kiss the man you’ve been pining after for months?

“wanna play?” he asks, sounding a little uncertain.

the only response you can muster is a stupid nod, blissful expectancy settling heavy in the air as he rips open the packet and fishes out a stick. 

“let me know if you’re uncomfortable with this.” his voice is low, murmuring something that he only wanted you to hear.

“it’s fine,” you reassure before latching your mouth to the opposite end, trying not to show the flurry of emotions whirlpooling within you in this very moment. 

was this real? are you dreaming? 

when your noses lightly bump into each other, you wake up to reality because this was real. you weren’t dreaming and his face was now mere millimetres away from yours. his eyes glance up from your lips to meet your eyes and you feel a spark occur, one that wasn’t unwelcome.

there’s just one little bit left, you can practically feel his lips against yours, the gap tormenting the two of you as one of you waits for the other to make the first move. he shakily exhales. you're going to go insane from anticipation.

fuck it. you’ve come this far.

he jolts a little in surprise at your boldness before melting into you, smiling into the kiss as all tension seeps out of his shoulders. distantly, you hear cheers and whoops from everyone, too caught up in the feeling of finally having him against you, blissfully relishing at the way your arms wind around his neck, embracing him like you've been meaning to for a while.

he smiles against you when noticing how eager you are, relieved and delighted at the same time.

"you're perfect," he whispers when he reluctantly breaks away, eyes droopy yet filled with desire.

you’re caught off guard when he tells the person next to you to move aside before sitting down, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as everyone else watches. 

thank goodness for truth or dare.

isagi, yukimiya, REO, SAE (ik he’s like a ‘cool’ guy or whatever but i think he’s a total dork so let me have my moment),

DOES IT BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU. he could not care less about some stupid game and he sure doesn’t need a fucking game to kiss the love of his life. he could do that whenever he pleases; a luxury that he will never take for granted.

but when you looked so happy and excited to try it out, how could he say no? 

“this is ridiculous,” he mutters, making his opinion known for the umpteenth time before connecting his lips to the end of the pocky stick. after a small countdown, the game begins and he starts without hesitation, biting down on the breadstick with an unmatched pace, quickly crossing into your territory.

before he could reach you though, you pull away, unsatisfied with his impatience. he groans at the sudden lack of contact, especially when he was so close to getting what he wanted.

“could you at least try a little harder?” you ask, unimpressed as he finishes the snack.

“i’m trying very hard, isn’t the point of this game to kiss one another?” he counters.

“well, yeah-”

“-if anything, you’re losing right now, love, so why don’t you try a little harder?” he asks in a low tone, nearing his face towards yours as his voice turns a little more sultry at the end. 

you push his face away, grinning to hide the effect he still has on you. “oh shut up, creep. what if i proposed a challenge?” 

“i’m listening.”

“let’s play it so that we try not to kiss, how about that, pretty boy? loser does whatever the winner wants.”

he straightens up a little at the nickname usage and the prospect of a prize. quirking a brow out of fascination, he relents. “fine. ass deal, but whatever you want.”

you keen at his willingness before grabbing another stick to set up the game once again. when you glance back up at him, a shiver runs down your spine at the darkened, lidded look he was giving you.

he prompts you to do the same when he takes a bite from the snack. 

this time, he’s slow and methodical with his actions, taking small bites to meet you in the middle where you enter a stalemate. here you can feel his breath against your lips, fanning against you ever so gently. 

this is going to be a lot harder than you anticipated because he’s really good at resisting temptation and urging you at the same time. it’s almost unfair how he keeps nearing your lips, threatening to close the gap before leaning away, leaving you to chase after him, all whilst holding a delicate piece of breadstick between his teeth. you can’t exactly make out if he’s smirking or not, but the mirth is evident in his eyes. 

he’s luring you in and it’s working.

next thing you know, you’re surging up to meet his lips in a clash of teeth, passion, and desire, all in one. it’s messy, but he wouldn’t want it any other way, especially when he’s the one who got what he wanted.

oh well, this wasn’t too bad for you either.

“see,” he says, pulling away, breathless and panting, his swollen lips forming into a smile. “this is way better than some stupid game.”

“shut up and make out with me.”

he keeps it to himself how you bought his least favourite flavour because it tastes better with you.

RIN, niko, chigiri (hear me out on this one: i’m right)

HOW DID YOU GET HERE? you were enjoying your packet of pocky, really, you weren’t expecting anything exhilarating. however, that changed when he snuck up beside you, peering over your shoulder to see what you were eating.

you don’t miss the way his eyes light up upon seeing the branded snack in your hands and immediately asks if he can have one. when you glance inside the packet to see how many you have remaining, you tell him that there’s only one left which you tauntingly put in your mouth to gloat in his face.

what you were not expecting at all was for him to take a bite of the opposite end and you're immediately stunned into silence.

if that wasn’t enough, there was no shame when he began nibbling on it, closing the gap between your faces as he concentrates intensely on eating the confectionary sweet. 

you’re quite literally frozen, not having it in you to merely blink, too scared to move or retract away from him lest your poor heart give out from how it thunders in your chest, reverberating with the might of a thousand suns. 

if that wasn’t bad enough, the way he gently grabs your face with both hands to keep you cemented where you are only worsens your current predicament. warm palms holding either side as he stares determinedly at your lips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

was he always this pretty?

then, when you don’t think he can get any closer, he snaps the stick, pulling back with a satisfied grin, hands lingering where they’ve sought purchase before returning to his side.

“thanks for sharing, y/n. best pocky i’ve ever had in my life,” he says before turning around, walking away to leave you on the verge of a meltdown. 

NAGI, bachira (but with more excitement), otoya, 

[mytaiyakeylover]

so precious.

synopsis: you’re finally ready for your first kiss, but shoto can’t seem to get the hint.

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader

warnings: none. just fluff, fluff, and even more fluff! well…maybe just one minor curse word.

word count: 1k

Heterochromia eyes blinked in confusion at the lonely piece of paper lying on the desk. The words 'Kiss Note' were written in cursive across the blank space. There wasn’t much else written on it, aside from one single sentence that said, ‘If you can guess how many times I’ve tried to kiss you this week, I’ll give you a big surprise<3’ —(Y/n).

Shoto furrowed his eyebrows as he read the words. An invisible question mark seemed to hang above his head. The boy scanned the nearly empty classroom, hoping to find your familiar figure. It was still early in the morning, and only a few members of the Bakusquad and some other students were present.

Your desk appeared empty, leaving him confused as you were usually one of the first to arrive at school. His gaze then returned to the note, the invisible question mark still very much present. He just couldn't seem to comprehend the message you had written. Have you been trying to kiss him? The aspiring hero struggled to recall any such moments.

A sudden gust of wind softly blew against the shell of his ear, accompanied by a quiet “Boo.” The dual-haired boy blinked at the familiar voice as a pair of arms sneaked around his waist. Your chin rested on his broad shoulder, and Shoto could see a small pout on your face.

“(Y/n)-chan,” the boy spoke, tilting his head slightly downward to get a better look at your expression. ”I'm sorry, but I can't remember any attempts you made to kiss me.” You huffed at that, arms unwrapping themselves from his waist as you crossed them over your chest. Cheeks puffed out frustratedly, making you look like an angry chipmunk.

“Does this mean that I won't be getting a surprise?” The expression on your boyfriend's face showcased nothing but utter cluelessness, making him resemble a confused puppy dog. You couldn't even bring yourself to be angry with him because of how adorable he looked in that exact moment. Though he had never been one for surprises, it still made him feel somewhat disappointed that he would not be receiving one from you now.

Shoto will admit, he did notice that you had been acting rather strange these past few days. For example, that brief moment when you had applied lip balm after commenting on how dry your lips were. He didn’t think much of that, but then you asked him if he wanted to try it out himself — which he did — and you ended up pouting for several hours straight, refusing to even look at him. Back then, he simply thought that you did not like to share your things with him and meant that he should go and buy one himself.

Truth be told, he still failed to understand how that could be related to your kissing attempts.

Then there was that time when you had introduced him to a strange game that was called the ‘Pocky Game’, where two people were supposed to eat one Pocky from each end, and the first person whose mouth comes off the Pocky or the player that gets to the middle first loses. He had found it pretty odd at the time as he didn’t understand what the main purpose of it was. Neither did you give any further explanation.

You didn't get to see who would win because Mina suddenly interrupted, dragging you away while claiming that you had something serious to discuss. Now, as he recalled that moment, he could faintly remember your shouts at the pink girl, whining about how she had just "ruined everything" while Ashido sounded like she was laughing at something extremely hilarious.

Lastly, he remembered yesterday evening when you had been watching a romantic movie together. The main leads were sharing a passionate kiss, and Shoto could still remember the way you sighed while saying, “I wish someone would kiss me like that.”

Was that what you were trying to do? Trying to get him to kiss you? Then why didn’t you just ask him? Shoto wouldn’t mind kissing you. That’s what couples do, right? He would be happy to fulfill your wishes.

“(Y/n)-chan, are you trying to say that you want me to kiss you?” His words were so blunt, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heating up. You thought you heard some snickers and noticed more of your classmates entering the classroom. Mina sent you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up.

“Sho-chan,” you mumbled, hiding your now red face behind your hands. “You’re too precious, I swear...”

The dual-haired boy took a hold of your hands gently before removing them from your face. A faint pink hue dusting his cheekbones as he began to lean in. His lips were soft against yours. Warm, sweet and tender. It was relatively short, but for you, it felt like an eternity.

Hearts beating erratically within your rib cages, a stark contrast to the slow and sensual movements you were displaying. A part of you would like to continue, to never stop, and Shoto seemed to share your sentiment. He was such a good kisser, a part of you wondered if this really was his first time. He was just being so careful, like he was afraid to hurt you — were he to make any sudden movements. Treating you as if you were as fragile as glass.

However, the sweet and tender moment was short lived as a loud growl could be heard coming from behind, urging the both of you to finally break apart — albeit hesitantly. Then your eyes fell on a certain angry pomeranian who was thrashing around, while Sero, and Kirishima were struggling to hold back. A giggle escaped your lips as your (e/c) eyes made contact with his crimson. Right eye twitching he spoke in a low, irritated tone, “Get a room you damn extras.”

[httpdwaekki]

breathe | y.j.

summary: when your anxiety does nothing but weigh you down, pulling you under the waves of doubt, jeongin is there to pull you back to him.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: fem!reader, descriptions of anxiety/anxious thoughts, this is based on my experience of anxiety.

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you have those days where you feel like you can’t catch your breath. like no matter how hard you try to swim to the surface, waves of dread keep pulling you under. your heart beating a few extra beats a minute, reminding you of the gnawing feeling of anxiety deep in your stomach.

the entire day you felt it. as soon as you woke up it felt like there was a weight on your chest. feeling an impending doom and the worst part? you had no idea why and what was making you feel this way.

jeongin sensed something was wrong. as soon as you woke up, you seemed; different. he couldn’t put his finger on it but he knew something was off. he didn’t ask, he figured if you wanted to talk about it, you’d tell him, as you always had before.

this time was different.

this time, it felt like the anxiety spread through your bones and into every aspect of your life. your work, your friends, and even your relationship. you felt like you were constantly waiting for something bad to happen.

because of this you didn’t want to reach out to jeongin, feeling like a burden. now, you knew, with all your heart, that if you told jeongin something was wrong, especially with your anxiety, he’d drop everything to make you feel better.

but instead, you push it down.

 and as expected, it only got worse, the weight on your chest increasing, only dragging you deeper and deeper. you wanted nothing more than to go home and have your bed swallow you whole.

and that’s exactly what you planned to do until you got home. you set your bag down, kicking off your shoes, making your way into the kitchen. you find jeongin leaning against the counter, snacking on pocky sticks, scrolling through his phone.

he hears you walk in, looking up from the bright screen. “hi noona.” he smiles, slipping the device in his pocket, placing the strawberry snack aside. he opens his arms, prompting you to fall into them. “hi bub.” you mumble into his neck. you feel him place a loving kiss to the side of your head, arms tightening around you.

“we’re gonna leave in about an hour and a half, is that okay?” your eyebrows crease in confusion, pulling away slightly to look at him. “what?” he mirrors your expression. “leave for what?” you ask

“dinner with my members tonight.” he reminds you. a look of understanding washes over your face while dread and exhaustion seep into your bones.

you had completely forgotten chan had invited you both over to hang out and have dinner. jeongin had been so excited about it all week, but in your anxious haze this morning, you had completely forgotten. “ah yeah, okay, that’s okay, just let me shower and get ready.” you smiled, pulling away.

you didn’t get far before you were pulled back into him, you hands landing on his sides to stabilize yourself. “baby, are you okay? we don’t have to go.” he asks, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitance or discomfort.

you shake your head, “i’m okay in-ah, just slipped my mind.” you place a kiss to his cheek before pulling away once more. jeongin was not convinced.

you walked into your bedroom, turning on your lamp, plugging in your phone before sitting on the bed. you felt the weight getting heavier and heavier, taking a deep breath, you lay back for a moment. taking the foxi.ny next to you in your arms, tucked into your chest.

unbeknownst to you, jeongin had followed you, he had a gut feeling. something was wrong and you weren’t telling him. he stayed around the corner, waiting until he heard your low, uneven breaths.

he takes that as his cue and walks into the dimly lit room. he finds the plush fox now pushed into your face, your hands atop it, attempting to hush your cries. what was supposed to be self-soothing ended up breaking the dam you were trying oh-so hard to keep together.

you, oblivious to the ginger boy entering, jump as you feel the bed next to you dip. “baby, what’s going on?” he asks gently, placing his hand next to your thigh. he didn’t want to touch you in case you were overstimulated but he wanted you to know he was there.

however, this just causes a new wave, this time of guilt, the negative emotions mixing together to create a nasty storm you weren’t equipped to deal with. your chest tightens as your cries intensify, unable to breathe.

you roll over towards him, grabbing his hand in the process, bringing it to your chest along with the plushie. this told jeongin he could touch you. he gives your hand a small squeeze before turning to you, placing his hand on your cheek, thumb stroking it softly.

“hey, hey, y/n, you gotta breathe for me baby.” he says urgently, yet his voice was laced with softness. you try to take a deep breath, but you can’t calm down.you shake your head, “i- i can- i can’t.” the guilt and anxiety had an iron grip on you and it doesn’t plan on letting go.

jeongin shifts, facing you, placing your hand to his chest. “yes you can agi, follow my lead, okay?” he takes deep steady breaths, making sure to keep your hand pressed to him. he was sure you could feel his heartbeat as well but he didn’t care, he just needed you to breathe.

after about a minute your breathing becomes less eratate. “there you go, good job, just like that, i got you baby.” he praises, both his thumbs simultaneously rubbing your cheek and hand. you sit up, you finally feel yourself coming back to the surface. your cries soften but never cease.

you lay your head on his shoulder, tears still running down your cheeks, pulling his hand back to you. “i’m sorry.” you cry, shaking your head. ‘i’m so-” he cuts you off. “no, none of that.” he squeezes your hand. “do not apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for.” he says, placing a kiss on your head.

he sat back, pulling you into his lap. you still had the small fox in your hand, curling it back into your chest, melting into him. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. he places a kiss to the side of your head, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you calm down.

you both sat there for a moment, just enjoying being so close with each other. jeongin eventually pulled back, keeping one hand firm on your hip to keep you steady. the other making it’s way to you soft cheek, stained with tears before he gently wipes them away.

“you gotta tell me what’s going on.” a mixture of dread and guilt washes over you, pulling you back under with ease. you look down, picking at the skin around your nails. he notices and immediately picked your head back up before his hand drops to yours.

“stop that.”

he shakes his head, bringing your hand up to place a gentle kiss to it. “please.” he whispers into your skin. “i want to help but i can’t if you won’t tell me what’s going.” he kisses your hand once more, looking into your teary eyes.

“i just wanna help you baby.” you see pure sincerity and love in his eyes, hurt hidden behind them. you nod your head, “okay.” you take a deep breath, looking up, hoping to calm down enough to speak.

after a few moments he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, “take your time, okay? deep breaths, whenever you’re ready.” you nod, rubbing the soft fabric of the plushie, soothing you enough to be able to communicate .

“i don’t know what triggered it but when i woke up this morning, i just felt like there was a weight on my chest.” you begin to explain, tears still slowly making their way down your cheeks.

“like i’m used to my anxiety, it never truly goes away or stops. but this,” you pause, shaking your head. “this just felt, so much worse.” jeongin listened to every word, rubbing the back of your hand soothingly.

“why didn't you tell me?” he asked gently. “i just felt like a burden, i didn’t want to bother you.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes. 

“ agi,” he gives your hand a shake. “look at me please.” his voice laced, with softness. you slowly look up to him, love and concern mixed a dash of hurt that lingered in his eyes. “you are never a burden to me, you understand?”

you look between his eyes, as if searching for some sort of deceit. but you find none. you nod, tears still streaming down your soft cheeks.

“no matter what is going on, where i am, nothing, you are my priority always.” this time you bring the fox up to your face sobbing into it, diving into jeongin’s chest.

he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. he pulls you back into his lap, moving your face into his neck. you both stay there for what felt like hours, just basking in each other’s embrace.

suddenly the waves seemed to calm, they never cease, but now you felt like could keep your head above water and breathe. 

he places kisses to your head, hushed whispers of praises and i love yous leave his lips. you relax into his hold, wrapping your arms around him, deep breaths softly brush his skin.

eventually you pull away, leaving the fox plush between the two of you, opting to place both your hands to his cheeks. you thumbs brushing against the apples of his cheeks.

“thank you, i love you so much.” you say sincerely, looking into his boba colored eyes. he leans forward, bringing his lips to yours, bringing a hand to rest upon yours.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead to yours “you never have to thank me for them, you’re the love of my life. i’d do anything for you.” you nod, closing your eyes, still overwhelmed by emotions. 

“i feel the same in-ah.” you brush his nose with yours, before capturing his lips once more in a chaste kiss. “come on,” his arms drop to your waist before he pats your thigh. “ let’s get you changed and comfy.” you lean back, arms dropping to his shoulders, looking in his eyes once more. 

“what about dinner?” your head tilts, confused. “we’re not going?” he says, equally as confused. “i already texted chan-hyung, we’re just going to relax for the rest of the night.” he pauses.

“did you really think we would still go over after this?” he asks, shocked. your cheeks warm. suddenly feeling embarrassed, realizing how silly that was. “i guess not, but you were so excited.” you pout, feeling guilt gnawing at you once more.

“we can always have dinner another time. i promise you my members are not going anywhere.” he gives a quiet laugh. “you promise you’re not upset?” you ask, searching his eyes for any trace of dismay, but you only find love and concern.

“not at all baby,” he shakes his head, placing a quick kiss to your cheek before tapping your thigh once more. “now come on, i wanna make my baby cozy.” you giggle before carefully moving off his lap.

“do you wanna take a bath or lay down?” he asks, making his way to your closet. “will you join me in the bath?” you ask following him. he pauses what he’s doing to look at you. “do you want me to join you?” you nod, shy smile making it’s way onto your face.

“then yes i will.” he says, grabbing a comfy change of clothes and towels for the both of you. you both made your way into the ensuite, he places everything on the counter before starting the tub.

you grab the epsom salt and bubble bath bringing it to him, letting him set up the rest of the bath. “is this too hot, baby?” he asks, moving to allow you to feel the water. you shake your head. “it’s perfect bub.” you lean down, sliding your arms around him, placing a kiss on his head.

‘thank you my love,” you lay your head atop his, “i love you so much.” he reaches an arm around you, rubbing your back. “of course, anything for my sweet girl.” he turns his head up, placing a kiss to your chin.

once the bath is filled, you both strip, stepping into the bath, jeongin laying behind you. you both enjoy each other’s presence, wrapped in each others arms, making small talk until the water goes cold. 

once out of the tub, jeongin pulls the plug in the tub before helping you get dressed. you both get dressed before making your way to your shared bed where you spend the rest of the night watching movies, wrapped in each other's embrace.

a/n: yeah i got lost in the sauce again LMAO. anyway hope you enjoyed, please consider donating it's for such a good cause, we've raise $2,000 already! love you guys, drink your water, eat something and take ur meds <3.

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REQUEEEEEEEESTS LETS GOOOOOOOOO-wow I am nervous lols

Can I request mutant mayhem with Lee!Leo and Ler!April, please? (If ur wondering I am in fact that one anon that sent that long add-on idea I had spinning in my head after reading your MM Lee!Leo, Ler!Raph fic, hello! Glad you liked my ramblings ^^) no pressure if you don't feel like it tho!!

~ 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕! ~

💛💙 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 💛💙

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴’𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚂, 𝙱𝚁𝙾 🥹🫶🏾💖!!! 𝚆𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 🕺🏾✨💕! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎’𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 💝! 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚖 🫨💘! 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎— 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 🤩💓˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟷𝟹𝟾

��𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 👩🏾���🦱💛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 (𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢). 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚘𝚙’𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌— 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 (𝚎𝚠.) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 😌🫶🏾!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

School is what you make of it.

It could be absolute hell wrapped in a box to make it seem entertaining, or it could be a box full of oppurtunities and dreams awaiting you…but end up being hell either way. Do with that information as you will. 

And for April right now? School was definetly becoming a living hell…more than it already was anyway. 

It was near the end of school. Like— the very last week of school. The students have cleaned their lockers, they were done with finals and basically everything was completed in order to leave. 

So it still raises the question as to why April was still obligated to be here. She had one more week left of this torture called school, but it was starting to feel like an eternity!

And her last period class wasn’t making it any better either. 

It was Math.

Fucking. Math. 

And if you knew anything about Math periods…they took a century to finish. Plus, it was always so boring because their teacher would never. stop. yapping. 

“I want to go home.” April grumbled quietly, resting her cheek on her palm at her desk as their teacher— Ms. Miller— explained bullshit she didn’t know nor care about. Leo snorted in amusement at the comment, turning his head slightly at his friend who was beside him.

“Oh? Are you not enjoying Ms. Miller’s wonderful insight?” The teen in blue asked teasingly. Although, it was abundantly clear he too was not enjoying their teacher’s well known yap-sesh. 

The older teen just sighed in response, slouching in her chair as she crossed her arms across her chest, “This class is going to be on my suicide note.” She muttered under her breath. Leonardo put his hand over his mouth at her grumbled comment, looking down on his desk as he was trying not to laugh. 

Ms. Miller, who was at the front of the room smacked the whiteboard sternly with her ruler, causing the whole class to stiffen in surprise and look at her. 

“She goin' get me…” Mikey mumbled under his breath, causing the entire class to try and hold in their giggles the best they could. 

The teacher sighed tiredly, rubbing her eyes before looking at the class, “Since it’s the end of the school year and I literally cannot wait to not see any of you for a good two to three months, let’s just do a Math activity for the remainder of class.”

“Awe!!! Your letting us play a game because you love us???” Mikey asked.

“No. I’m not giving you all a 'game' because I don’t feel like grading anything.” She responded. 

“Fair enough.” The turtle in orange mused as the teacher passed around sheet’s of paper with equations on it. “You can partner up with someone to complete all thirty questions. The first pair to answer all thirty questions and get them all right gets Dum-Dum lolipops.” She finished explaining as the kids gave knowing looks to each other, telepathically communicating with one another who would partner up with who. 

“…I feel like you’re trying to imply something with those lollipops, Ms. Miller…” Raph said as he raised a brow. The teacher let out a small laugh in response, sitting down at her desk as she went on her phone.

Okay…so perhaps this day wouldn’t turn out as bad as April initially thought. 

The girl in glasses gave her blue cladded mutant friend a knowing look, which he gladly reciprocated as she scooted closer to him and started to work on the problems together. 

“We are going to absolutely dominate every single fucking person in this classroom and win that candy.” The older teen said as she cracked her knuckles, taking out her pencil case and taking out a pencil. 

Which was the Ticonderoga No. 2 pencil of course. 

“…Are you sure?” The hazel eyed mutant asked as he looked over the problems, “I’m not that good in Geometry…”

“Pff— am I sure? Sure I’m sure! Your girl right here got an A in Geometry.” April smiled as she slung an arm over the other’s shoulders, “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Leo Lazilee. I’m going to absolutely carry our team to sugary sweet VICTORY!” 

The younger slightly blushed at the nickname, rolling his eyes fondly, “I told you to stop calling me that…” He mumbled out but the other could tell he did not mean it one bit. 

The girl in glasses grabbed her pencil, ready to start solving the problems before really and truly looking as to what was in front of her. 

“The fuck is this shit?” The girl questioned, looking at the paper as if it grew ten heads out of nowhere. Leo mentally facepalmed, looking at the sheet alongside his best friend as they both looked at it in confusion. 

“…Why does the Math problem have shapes…?” The leader in blue mumbled to his friend beside him. 

“…Okahay, we’re both officially stupid.” The girl in glasses chuckled out, putting the pencil on the table as she leaned back on the chair.

The hazel eyed teen rolled his eyes at the automatic acceptance of defeat from his teammate, “Your no help.” He huffed out, turning around in his seat to face the person behind him.

Which, if you’re wondering, was none other than his big beautiful brained little brother Donnie. 

Oh, and Raph was here too, I guess. 

“Psst, Don! PSST!!!” The leader in blue whispered to his brother although he was literally a centimeter away from him. The purple cladded turtle in question looked up from the worksheet to meet his older brother’s gaze, “Nardo, why are you whispering so loudly?” He questioned. 

“I need your answers for the worksheet thingie!” Leo said.

“Are you crazy?” The hoodie wearing turtle asked as he huffed out a laugh, “Me? Dona Tello? Give you my answers? HA! Sorry, dear brother of mine…you expect waaaay too much.” 

Raph was sitting next to Donnie as the two teammates went shoulder to shoulder and barricaded the worksheet with their arms so Leo couldn’t see the paper. At all. The eldest huffed, turning back around and slumping in his chair with his arms crossed. 

Well, since his brain and brawn brother’s did not want to help him and April through these dire times, perhaps his youngest brother would be of aid. 

Leonardo got up, walking a couple seats down to where Mikey and Mondo were. The two friends were just telling jokes to each other and doodling all over the back of the paper. The hazel eyed teen did nothave the patience and/or stamina to even ask the two if they knew it was a worksheet in the first place and not some coloring page.  

Besides, from what Leo heard, the two seemed to be having a meaningful convo about the Trump vs. Biden presidential debate, MLP, Helluva Boss, amusement parks and…grass. 

How do those topics all correlate in a conversation? Leonardo has absolutely no clue! 

But the two were making it work, so he wouldn’t question it. 

The eldest turtle went back to his seat, letting out a defeated sigh as April patted him on the shell comfortingly. “Seems like we’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way...” The leader in blue muttered out as he sat up straight,  looking over the problems again.

After a couple minutes of Leonardo just aimlessly staring at the paper, April got impaitent and just grabbed the worksheet, looking at the problems for a split second before jotting down random answers. 

“Uh…Prill? You know I never question your unorthodox way of doing things…but I am 100% questioning it right now.” The younger teen said as he peeked over to look at the questions— which April was halfway done with.

“Trust the process, Nerdo. I’ll have us swimming in candy in no time!” The girl grinned, going into her pencil case to sharpen her pencil. The blue cladded turtle took one more good look at the paper and examined it thouroughly. 

Look, Leo’s only been in school for about a year now, but he’s 99.9% positive Geometry answers should not be just question marks. 

As the chocolate brown eyed teen was ready to write down another answer to the worksheet, the other snatched the pencil away from her quickly, glaring at her playfully as she glared playfully back. 

“Oho, Leo~!” The girl sang in a sing-song voice, “I would be ever-so grateful if you could give me back my pencil. My Ticonderoga No. 2 pencil to be exact.” She exclaimed with emphasis and whimsy. 

“Soho yohou can wrihite quehestion marks ahall over the paper? Yeheah…noho...” The mutant remarked. 

“Juhust gihive me my pehencil!”

“Noho!” 

April almost automatically poked Leo in the side due to his statement, causing the turtle to shriek in surprise as he flinched slightly from the touch. The random noise that escaped his mouth got a couple of concerned looks from his other classmates but they soon deflected and went back to doing their own thing. 

The slightly taller teen clutched the pencil to his chest like it was the last piece of pizza on Earth and he was fighting for it with every single fiber in his body. He scooted his chair slightly away from his friend but she easily and gladly followed, raising a brow in amusement and delight. 

“Why are you so nervous all of a sudden~?” She asked innocently as the other avoided her gaze, looking to the side of him as he was trying not to literally grab his backpack and sprint all the way back to the lair in complete terror. 

“Nardo~! My pencil, please!” The other smiled sweetly as she extended her hand, awaiting her fellow teammate to give back what was rightfully her’s. “Ahand ihif Ihi dohohon’t…?” Leo meekly asked, letting out a soft and tiny squeal as the older pinched his side again. 

“You know what’s going to happen, you goof. I have no problem doing this in front of everyone.” April said as she now squeezed Leo’s sides with her fingers. The slightly taller teen snorted, slightly sliding down in the chair as he tried to avoid his best friend’s attacks. 

“S-Stahahap!!” The blue cladded turtle giggled, batting at April’s arms with his arms weakly. The girl chuckled at the adorable sight, booping Leo’s nose before squeezing his sides once more. “You don’t really want me to stop though, do you?” She mused as the younger stomped his legs on the floor, trying his absolute best to keep his reaction to a minimum.

“Your brother and April need to get a room, brah…” Mondo chuckled in amusement as him and Mikey watched the scene unfold. The youngest turtle sighed knowingly, leaning back on his chair, “Tell me about it…”

The leader in blue weakly thrashed in his seat, hugging his middles whilst still having the pencil in his right hand. “Aha�� *snort* AhaHAPRIHIL!” He giggly said.

The girl just smirked in response, sneaking her hands to the other’s underarms and resulting him to let out loud giddy cackles and snorts. “Oho~? Snorting already?” She asked.

The mutant shook his head back and forth, covering his mouth with his hands to try and muffle his laugh. The glasses wielding teen scoffed lightly at the action, digging harder into the other’s underarms. “Ohhhh no you don’t, Leo Lazilee. I am not allowing you to hide your precious giggles from me! Drop your hands~!” 

“FAHAH— *snort* *snort* MAHAKE MEEHEE!!” 

“Have it your way.” The elder teen said casually, effortlessly holding the leader in blue’s arms up as her fingers scribbled all over his stomach and sides. 

Leonardo threw his head back, stomping his feet on the ground as he tried to squirm away from April. “Tickle tickle tickle~!” 

“PFFT— *snort* NAHAHA!! D-DOHON’T EHEHEVEN *snort* *snort* DOHON’T *snort* SAHAHAY THAHAT!!!” 

“Hm? Don’t say what, Lee-o~? Tickle~?” April teased as the mutant’s laughter raised an octave. “NAHA— *snort* NOHOHO STAHAP IHIT!” 

“How about…no? Tickletickletickletickletickletickle~!” The girl continued to tease as she watched her best friend turn into a giggly puddle of snorts and squeals. “Is someone too tickle tickle ticklish~? Does this…tickletickletickletickletickle~?” 

The hazel eyed teen snorted loudly, “PRIHIHILLIE!!! PLEHEHEASE STAHA— *snort* NONONOHOHO— *snort* *snort* NAHAHAH!!!” 

“No what~? Are you too ticklish for this~?”

“SHUHUT *snort* UHUHAHAP!!” 

The chocolate brown eyed girl stopped her attack altogether at the sudden and very rude comment, glaring teasingly at her friend as if to say: 'Your about to get it.'

Raphael shook his head in mock dissapointment, eating a bag of Doritos as he was watching the one sided tickle fight right in front of him “Saying 'shut up' to April is absolutley wild. And doing that literaly four months after Women’s History month?! For shame, brother. For. shame.” The tallest turtle said dramatically. 

“Anyways, try aiming for his lower stomach. It drives him batshit crazy.” The second oldest turtle casually said, grinning as he saw the eldest giving him the nastiest stink eye. 

The girl smiled in awaiting triumph, “Okay then. Thanks— wait a sec. Raph, where the hell did you get Doritos from?!”

“My…backpack?” The red cladded turtle said as if his answer should’ve been obvious. 

“Dude, this is literally our last period.” Donnie laughed, still solving the last couple of problems on the worksheet.

“So? Last time I checked, this was a free country. I’ll eat Doritos any time and at any class period. Period.” Raphael announced as he ate more of the Dorito chips from the bag. The girl in glasses just rolled her eyes fondly, keeping her friend’s wrists in a hold as the other hand wiggled slowly to his lower stomach.

“N-NAHAH— *snort* *snort* NOHOHOH!!!”

“Gihive me my pehehencil yohou buffoon!” 

“IHIHI’LL *snort* STAHAB *snort* YOHOHOU *snort *snort* WIHITH IHIHIHIT!!!”

“You wanna see how that’ll end~?” 

“N-NOHO! NONOHOHO WAHA— *snort* WAHAIT IM SORRY!!” Leo cried out, being too tired to writhe or pry so he was just stuck laughing his shell off. The slightly older teenager payed him no mind, raising his arms a bit higher as she scribbled her nails all over his plastron and lower plastron. 

But ladies and gentlemen? Nothing…absolutely nothing could have prepared anyone in that classroom for what unfolded. 

The leader in blue let out a loud, genuine scream before descending into screechy cackles. April soon bursted into loud laughter along with Leo, wondering just how insanely ticklish a ninja turtle could possibly be. 

“EEEEEHEHEHAHAH!!! PLEHA— *snort* *snort* *snort* STAHAHAP!!! IHI CAHAN’T TAHAKE IHI— *snort*!!” Leonardo squealed as his laughter went up an octave or two. April was honestly genuinely surprised no teacher from the classrooms came to check up on them to make sure no one was fatally dying. 

The teachers aren’t really payed enough to care that much but still!

“TAHAKE IHIT! TAHAHAHAKE *snort* *snort* *snort* IHIHIT! PRIHIHILLIE PLEHAHA— *snort* *snort* PLEHEASE!” As the blue cladded mutant’s laugh and gasps became more frantic, the slightly smaller teen stopped tickling him, grabbing the pencil from his hands as she pat his shoulder comfortingly.

“I just wanted my pencil back. You took my property and I used self defense.” April said teasingly, reaching for the paper and erasing her previous answers to start again. “Ihi’m *snort* gohoing to fihile aha *snort* *snort* complaint…”

“Oho yeah? To who?” 

“To Daharth Vahader soho he cahan use thehe force on your ahashy ahass…” Leo grumbled through his giggles, sitting up in his chair as his best friend continued to finish the last of the problems. 

As the chocolate eyed teen finished up with the remainder of the problems, her and Leo got up to give the worksheet to the teacher. “Here you go, Ms. Miller! All thirty problems 101% completed.” The girl grinned. 

Their teacher raised a brow, pulling up the answer key on her computer as she looked over the two’s work.

“That’s incorrect.” Ms. Miller said.

“Ms. Miller…exactly what’s incorrect?” Leonardo asked. 

“…All of it.” The teacher explained. But before she could give the two partners some insight on whatthey did wrong and how they could improve, the two were pushed aside by Donnie and Raph. 

“Eat shit, suckers.” Raphael snickered as he handed their teacher the paper (he had sanitized his hands prior due to him eating Doritos earlier. He wasn’t an animal). 

“I don’t get paid enough for this…” Ms. Miller sighed, looking over the brain and brawn’s worksheet as she compared it with the answer key, “Good job you two. Everything is correct.” She said, pulling out one of the drawers on her desk to take out a big jar just full of Dum-Dum lollipops. 

She handed the huge jar to Raph who gladly accepted it, sticking his tongue out at Leo and April teasingly before directing his attention back to their teacher. “Thanks, teach.” He smiled, going back to his desk. 

Donnie on the other hand, started crying from pure joy, dramatically wiping a tear, “Ms. Miller…? Can you get my fellow classmate’s attention? I need to say something important.” He mumbled out meekly. “Here we go…” The leader in blue grumbled as him and April went back to their seats in defeat.

"If you don't like your destiny, don't accept it. Instead, have the courage to change it the way you want it to be." The purple cladded turtle said whenthe class settled down.

“THAT’S A QUOTE FROM NARUTO, YOU COPYCAT!!!” A kid in the class shouted. 

“SHUT UP, BRANDON!!! NOBODY ASKED YOU!!!” Donnie basically screeched at his classmate, his voice rising and being similar to the noise of nails on a chalk board. The whole class cringed at the voice crack but no one dared mention it. 

“A-And I just wanted to thank my manager! A-And my parents and colleagues…” The purple cladded mutant listed. 

“…Donnie has a manager…?” Mondo whispered to Mikey who merely just shrugged, “I’m just as confused as you are, broski…”

“And like big-mouthed Brandon over there mentioned, Naruto says you need to change things the way you want it to be.” The hoodie wearing turtle said wisely.

“So you guys should change the wires in your brains because there was an answer key to the worksheet at the back. But none of you imbeciles noticed.” He grinned, his smile widening as his classmates jaw’s dropped.

“Anyways, thank you all and to all a good night.” The purple cladded teen announced as he bowed dramatically, going back to his seat as him and Raph fist bumped, immediately digging into the lollipop jar.  

“I hope they get diabetes.” Leonardo grumbled as the bell rang. The quintet (group of five people in case you’re wondering :3) packing their bookbags and leaving the classroom along with their classmates.

This day definitely didn’t turn out as bad as April initially thought. 

She still would’ve appreciated winning, though.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Otacon x Reader

Warning

Highly cursed at the halfway point. Spoilers for End of Evangelion and I wouldn't recommend that sane people watch it just to try to understand what the hell is going on. Yes there are parts where people turn into orange liquid followed by screams and upbeat happy music about suicide. Also do not look up the hospital scene for this movie (which it is infamous for). You have been warned.

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Otacon

Your smash main is Snake, you're a weeb or you fall in love easily and are used to being hurt by others.

First Date:

None. This man is busy raising a child with Snake.

Second Try:

The two of you meet on a fan board and quickly exchange numbers. Soon he invites you over to his house for a date. You asked where he lived but he said he would prefer to pick you up. You wait outside until you feel what seems to be an earthquake. You go to run but then you look into the sky. "IS THAT A GIANT ROBOT!" The "vehicle" pulls up and sure enough, Otacon is waiting for you. "Good evening. You look wonderful..." He then handed you a bouquet of flowers and you came inside.

Man, he really was an otaku. His home consisted of a bedroom that was really more like a storage space, a bathroom and a kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to bring some refreshments." You looked around for a spot to sit down, his room being like that one photo of Yoshihiro Togashi but notably much cleaner. The walls were stacked from the floor to the ceiling. You would have to tell your date that piracy was also an option. Most of it was just anime so you knew better than to touch it.

There was a small CRT and just about every console you could think of. Even the bad ones.At the far end of the room was a computer. You didn't really understand how that stuff worked but you figured his setup must be very expensive since all you had was Windows 95. You saw a purple creature on the desktop. "What's a bonzi buddy?

"You then noticed that Hal had come back. "I brought you a bento and some pocky. Only the best for my little waifu." He then blushed and turned the television off. "Sorry. I forgot that I was playing Policenauts on my Saturn earlier.."He then asked Alexa to play his spotify playlist which consisted of nothing but Hatsune Miku.

After you were finished eating, he took you by the hand. "Allow you to show you my prized collection." He brought you to his glass stand filled with various figures. It had a little bit of everything. Transformers, all the Gundams, some Code Geass. Even this weird one he called Zone of the Enders? "Yeah, I'm a huge fan!" He then looked around to see if the almighty Mr. Kojima was watching."

But this... This is my favorite." It was a giant build of EVA 01. "I never knew you liked Evangelion..." He then pulled out a copy of End of Evangelion. "Would you like to watch it with me? I have the renewal edition..." You gazed into his eyes and kissed him. "Wow..." He then turned on his hello kitty DVD player and inserted the disc.

The two of you started frenching during the komm susser tod sequence. You began to stroke him while the lyrics "It all returns to nothing" played. "Looks like someone's snake is solid..." He then thought to himself while the screams of those being turned into orange juice could be heard. "It's just like one of my Japanese amines!" You gave one final pull, yelling "It all CUMS TUMBLING DOWN, TUMBLING DOWN, TUMBLING DOWN"

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Having finished, Hal shut off his VR machine. Ever since David had left him to go on a date with a woman, he hadn't felt the same. He thought back to when he asked him if love could bloom on the battlefield and then started to sob into his arm. "WHY DOES EVERYONE I LOVE LEAVE ME!?" Little did Snake know but Otacon had created a program where he could be with him in a dating sim. He would later sell it on steam and become as rich as Snake did from the fortnite cameo, bringing him into the spotlight. They would later get back together and become the ultimate power couple.

[corpsentry]

there’s something so epic about hetero chinese period dramas and i think one part of it is that there is absolutely nowhere in the narrative i could exist.

lately i’ve been on a western media detox— i’ve cleaned english language music out of my playlists and have never been able to stomach western dramas anyway, so that part is easy— which might seem funny, because if i’m in singapore and i hate it and i won’t touch american music then what’s left? the answer is the false binarism of chinese period dramas, at least for me. the badly written ones are misogynistic and stupid and the better ones are less of those things, but regardless the world that emerges is clean-cut and easy to parse. there’s someone to root for and someone to hate. there’s a girl and a boy. there’s the comedy and the drama, the sheer thick drama, the music that signals to you precisely how to feel before the scene even starts going

try to jam a fifth culture transnational transgender they/them with 2 mental illness and 1 autoimmune disease into this world and it simply doesn’t work. and that’s kinda epic lolzers! it’s like watching high fantasy, or super hardcore sci-if. it both represents a simulacrum of the real world and is so far from the reality you know that you understand it as a hypothetical universe, one that disincludes you on principle. i exclude myself from the story and in doing so fangfei from moyuyunjian’s steely gaze becomes all the more important. i give so many shits and laugh and yell and spectate. but i am safe from the eyes of its inhabitants. if i entered the story it would break. so i sit outside of it, clapping by myself

in other news, we gave up on mysterious lotus casebook 16 episodes in. there are many character archetypes in these shows that i can no longer stand; the salacious sexy seductive supervillain lady is not necessarily one of them but the way they did miss ‘this man didn’t even Look at me when all men fall at my knees so i hated him’ ‘no one is allowed to steal buttchin from me’ jiao was way up there. surely a woman can have multiple personality traits and yet you would think from this drama that that is not at all true. and the strange harem that grew around li lianhua despite his absolute loser attitude— like i get it, he’s the gintoki of this show, that’s hot, but the way the women who were into him were written made me want to Eat Horse. it bothered me that di feisheng and lianhua’s homo as fuck dynamic was so intriguing and them + fang duobing was a winning trio but all the women in the show were written like complete fucking ass, and one of the big antagonists being a woman, the stakes throughout were not only lost to me but also Pissed Me Off. also, that case about the corpse flowers dragged on forever and all my pocky wilted

I Just Think, women deserve better in these damn stories. make them slutty as hell, sure, but make them other things too and i mean this in the most generous sense. slutty and proud. slutty and weird. slutty and oblivious. literally anything at all so they don’t come out cardboard flat from all angles. this is why i have a personal vendetta against the ditzy clueless female protagonist as well because if everything stems from the fact that she doesn’t know shit it’s like please someone Please tell her shit i’m on my hands and knees begging. give her more to chew on she’s dying of boredom over there

this is why i liked the so called antagonist of blossoms in adversity best (spoilers ahead). he was cruel as hell to huazhi and gu yanxi’s only parental figure. he was paranoid and selfish and lonely and craved a son’s love from the one person he couldn’t hold onto. in the end he is pushed further and further by huazhi, who won’t give in, to isolate yanxi from the people he loves and to lash out at those people as a way of punishing yanxi. and when he dies it’s because of his own distrust, his own negligent parenting, his absent cruelty from decades of insomnia and lack of faith in his people. but he cries for yanxi, and there’s something so human about that. to think of evil not as a first principle but rather an adjective for a verb that is set in motion by other events. to be honest, i haven’t seen such thoughtful writing in any chinese period drama before or after that and i strongly suspect i will never see such writing again in this genre but man, it was so fucking good (spoilers end).

in the meantime, i’ve dragged my mother to moyuyunjian/the double for the return casting of liu xiening and wang xingyue who are Eating so hard. they’ve got wang xingyue done up with the sluttiest makeup and liu xiening is breaking my heart with her pout and her Sassy Mean constitution and this is a revenge story, yes, but it’s a double revenge story. it’s a grief story. and fangfei is carrying more on her shoulders than lingbuyi imo, and doing so with much more grace too. her step mom’s a dick but she’s a smart, 5d chess playing dick who wears hot shades of green so i’m personally interested enough to keep watching (something lotus casebook DID NOT accomplish with their epic female antagonist…. mein gotte). and the princess too. unhinged as hell but god, so charismatic. and beautiful, with scary big eyes and the sweetest head tilt. fun fun fun! that’s fun character writing right there. the comedy might be too straightforward for my tastes but everything else is kind of hot and sexy And after the coming of age ceremony when jiangli appeared amidst the flowers i felt my throat close up even though we saw her for all of one (1) episode). i was like yes. they got me alright. i Care now

really that’s all that matters isn’t it. we want stories about people we care for. we want to give a shit. why else would we listen to the stories of other people. we are looking for us and the people we love in them

oh also moyuyunjian soundtrack goes hard as hell i love a little three step waltz. here’s a pic from the ‘gym’ for ur time. guten night

[skeleton-mischief]

Sleepover with Stretch

Part one for Stretch x Reader! Since the place I had it deleted it or something, I have to rewrite it. But!! Fret not, I have written this as a way to keep things organized and to allow me to place the writing in parts. Please enjoy!

It had taken ages for him to get ready to come over, especially since he had to sneak out of the house. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Rus, Cash, or Coffee to join, but he knew that recently you’ve been feeling overwhelmed. You usually visit the house to see him and the others, but the other day he remembered you offering a sleepover at your house. Of course, he was about to call the others to see if they wanted to join, but he was abruptly cut off when you threw a pillow at his face. You just wanted…him. Just him. And you. Together. Alone. Hah. Hahaha. Stretch had to bury his face in the giant bumblebee plushie he got from you when you left because he couldn’t snuff out the blush on his skull when it registered that you were specifically just wanting him to come over.

The poor skeleton had to mull over and analyze why you only wanted him, but he couldn’t come up with any rational idea, especially since he had a big fat crush on you and felt too embarrassed at any idea he had. Still, he packed his bags and was able to sneak out yesterday to the convenience store for quick and easy snacks the two of you could share. He debated getting his favorite pocky, but he thought better of it the moment he thought about it for longer than two seconds. Now here he was in his bedroom, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he checked the time on his phone. Everything has gone smoothly, and he was going over each item in his mind just to make double sure of what he needed. He packed the snacks, he packed his pajamas, his toothbrush, his Nintendo for Mario Kart, and he even packed his favorite stuffed animal, the bumblebee you bought him. So far, he hasn’t forgotten anything!

Well, he couldn’t plan the intruder teleporting past his door and straight into his room. “Hey, Stretch, Powder was wonderin’ if-” Ah, yeah, that’s going to interrupt his plans. He didn’t even have time to throw his bag into his closet at a cartoonish pace, nor did he have time to teleport the moment he registered the tall and imposing figure that was Rus. His eyes darted up to meet his stare, the other skeleton’s eyes widened and his jaw parted mid-sentence.

“...”

“.....”

“.......”

“.......................uhm-”

“Are ya goin 'somewhere?”

The question was simple, but it caused Stretch to start sweating. Play stupid, idiot!! “....no…?” “...no?” Not that stupid!!! He wanted to slap himself, but it was too late. Rus carefully analyzed him from the top of his skull to the bag that was slung over his back. He could see Rus putting two and two together as he looked down at his phone where he could easily see the text messages between you and Stretch. He carefully pulled his own phone out, and Stretch just stood still as Rus took a picture. Only when Stretch heard the click did he react. Almost desperately, he reached forward and grabbed Rus by his shoulders as his phalanges dug into the thick material of his black coat. “Rus, Rus please-” “Where ya goin?”

“Rus, look- please don’t do this-” “Are ya runnin’ away?” He saw how Rus seemed to be judging his way of packing as he asked that. “What? No, I-” “A sleepover?” Rus took his phone away from Stretch’s reach as he pathetically tried to grab it from him. Only at hitting the right target did Stretch slump forward in defeat. “...Maybe,” He finally admitted, his voice turning softer as his nerves increased. Rus didn’t say anything for a moment, at least not until he said your name. “Huh?” “Is that who’re gonna go see?” He at least had the decency to ask, even if it was obvious. Stretch, like the other Papyri variants similar to him, struggled making friends. Especially ones that would have a sleepover with him. He nodded at the question, and Rus seemed to be debating on what to say next. Rus placed his phone in his pocket before sliding his hands in his jacket and looking around his room. Rus took a few steps towards his desk placed beside his bed, only to carefully grab Stretch’s camera and handing it to him.

“Okay.” “Okay? Stretch took his camera with both of his hands absentmindedly, tilting his head to the side when Rus decided to look at him again. “Yeah. Make sure to take some pictures. Ya can hang em up on yer board over there,” He raised his hand to the bulletin board Stretch put up a few months ago over his drawing desk. Stretch glanced back at him, nodding his head slowly but with uncertainty. “You're right, that sounds like a good idea!” He grinned, but he still didn’t understand why Rus was being so relaxed about this. “But…you’re not going to tell the others, are you?”

He saw the way Rus shrugged his shoulders carelessly, making a noncommittal grunt. “Nah, you’re allowed to spend time with ‘em alone, that ain’t my business.” Stretch narrowed his eyes at him, which only made Rus look away casually. Aha! He pointed at him accusingly, knowing full well that he was their tell tale sign that he wasn’t telling him the full truth. “Then why did you take a picture?” He shouted, but not too loudly. Rus grinned mischievously, his eye sockets crinkling slightly. “That was just black mail, is all…” "Blackmail?! Rus, Rus I thought you were my friend!" "I am," Rus was chuckling now, placing a hand over his mouth. Stretch was about to rant about his utter betrayal, but that glint in Rus' eyes told him what Rus wasn't sharing. "...What do you want?” Rus placed his hands up in mock defeat, smiling even bigger now as he tilted his at him and turned away towards the door. “I’ll find something ta get ya to pay me back with, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me,” “Rus! Rus I swear to-” But it was too late. Rus teleported out of the room as quickly as he had arrived, his small nyeh-heh-heh a mocking reminder that Rus knew his secret sleepover.

Stretch grumbled under his breath, placing his hands over his face as he tried to collect his composure. Hey, at least he knows Rus won’t tell the others, right? Ugh…He doesn’t know how Rus is going to get him to do him a favor in return, but at least it wasn’t Cash that ran into him. Cash was horrible about his blackmail, that awful prune. He was friends with the both of them though, so he knew that they would both be a little bit more merciful towards him. Right? Right?? Wait, wait wait wait. Stretch straightened up, jerking his head towards the door as he set his bag down for a few moments. Rus came in here because his brother wanted to know something. “Rus-! What did Powder want to kn- Oh you know what, forget it! Powder-!!”

It looks like he's going to be a little late to the sleepover...

[rosze-v]

the gazebo by the lake

pairing: Hanma Shuji x Reader

synopsis: by the lake, your stalker and Hanma Shuji’s potential victim

tag : Fluff, Mention of offing someone, I mean its Hanma bro, he’s a literal trigger warning, but Hanma is cute here, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 1.3k

a/n: Hello, this is a collab for Heaven and Hell by @benkeibear . I hope you enjoy it and I’m very sorry for turning it in so late, but it needed to be done since the deadline is today. I hope you have an amazing new year! Thank you for reading.

Have you ever felt the sensation of having long limbs wrapping itself around your body, while your ears are alarmingly, deafening from the owner of said long limbs, excited screams? You were peacefully making your way to your usual hangout spot with Hanma Shuji, the weather felt nice and the bird’s chirps sounded happier, yet from a far, you could already see the abomination that is Hanma.

Hanma was getting bored waiting for you and he misses you so much, he’s literally bouncing on his feet waiting for you. So, when he saw your silhouette, his body moved first before his brain works, and so here he is, running full speed at you with the biggest grin known to the world. You knew what’s going to happen, this bitch has done it before and you’re ready, maybe.

You stopped in your tracks; legs stretch to the side for better balance as you put down your tote bag. Then within few seconds, the flurry of limbs attached itself with a jump onto your body as Hanma screams.

“WHY ARE YOU SO LATEEEEE”.

“I caught the wrong bus Hanma, I’m sorry”. You could already see the pout forming on his lips as you pat his head, and asked him to get down cause he’s heavy.

And of course, you were right, Hanma’s bottom lip jutted out while he looks down at you with eyes that’s saying ‘its not fair’.

“That’s why I told you I’ll pick you up”.

“I didn’t know that I would get it wrong! Now, now, let’s go”. You calm him down, take your bag and pull his hand to your destination. The little hangout spots the both of you have was just a gazebo by a lake, where you met Hanma for the first time. You could remember the dread in your stomach when you saw a bloodied man walking over to the gazebo and plopping himself at the seat next to you. You remember gulping your saliva and every fear you have, and asked him whether he want to have some water. Then somehow, Hanma whose face was blank turns to shock at the fact that you’re there. From there, the beautiful friendship the both of you have blossoms and leads to the odd pair of knuckles and blood, and you the studious and flowers.

Once the both of you settles down, you pull out some snacks and drinks, then begun the catching up sesh between the both of you.

“So, how’s the gang? How’s Kisaki?”. You asked while munching on some pocky sticks.

“We’re doing okay, sometimes we can’t really meet Mikey but Kisaki is handling everything well. Sometimes it gets boring though”. Hanma shrugs, trying to snatch the pocky in your hand, as you slap his hand away with a scrunched face.

“The fuck Hanma, get your own stick man!”. Hanma rolls his eyes as he snatches the whole pocky pack, giggling at your expression of disbelief.

“What about you? How’s life?”.

“Meh it was okay, just works sometimes gets tiring you know. Especially with my crazy ass boss. Then you know, I’ve been getting this creepy voice notes from an unknown number”. Hanma’s eyebrow perks up at your confession as he straightens his back. You could sense Hanma getting curious and you wanted to slap yourself for uttering those words. It was supposed to be a secret since you, frankly, don’t want to see another incident of Hanma coming over to your house with blood in his hands, literally after killing your abusive ex-boyfriend.

You were going to change the topic when Hanma cuts you off.

“No, no, tell me about this”.

“But-”

“No buts, get on with it”.

You sighed and nodded as you begin your story.

“I think it started a month ago, I received these voice notes from someone, but when I listen to it, it was only the sound of someone breathing…”. You could see Hanma clenching his jaw and balling his fist as you then explain that you’ve blocked the person, and even change your number, but still, you receive all the weird voice notes. You confessed that it terrifies you and so you tried telling the police, but still the police couldn’t do anything about it.

“Fuck them, fuck they mean they can’t do shit?!”. Hanma said as he stood up, pacing himself and trying to calm down. You’re getting worried that Hanma might blow his fuse and so you shut up.

“Well then, does that fucker still send you those voice notes?”. Hanma was expecting you to nod with a terrified look on your face but instead a smile graces your features.

“I told him to fuck off”. You said with all your chest as you give Hanma a grin. You could see the confusion washing over his face as you continue.

“I was so frustrated that I gave him a gift”. You then took out your phone and beckon him to come over to your side, in which he did and then peeks at your phone. There he saw a chat between you and the stalker. He was expecting everything but that. There he saw you sending the stalker ‘satanic’ pictures, and then a voice note at the end. You play the voice note and there he could hear whisper of words that sounded scary. It took him some time to process and the biggest laughter burst from Hanma. You of course, laugh along with him, slapping his back.

“You really blew my mind!!”. Hanma snorted and you immediately folded, mouth open and body shaking yet no laughter came out. He didn’t expect that your term of ‘telling someone to fuck off’ is sending them satanic pictures and sounds. It was bizarre, but it worked. After some time laughing, the both of you could finally sigh a breath of relief.

“But you know from all that, I guess the stalker don’t really ‘love’ you as much as he thinks he does”. Your face scrunched up in confusion as you stare at him.

“I mean, you could send me a voice recording of you saying how you hate me and i’d still listen to it all day.”

“That’s a weird way of confessing Hanma”. You said, chuckling but Hanma’s face is dead serious.

“You’re… are you for real?”. Who would have thought that after laughing your top off, you would be entertaining the fact that THE Hanma is actually into you. So you waited for his explanation.

He nodded and finally speaks up.

“I mean, its kinda obvious I have some feelings for you know”.

“I… well…”.

“Kisaki told me that he noticed that I hold you in a special space or whatever”. Hanma gestures with his two fingers while avoiding your eyes.

After that it was silence as you try to figure out how to come forward to him. A few minutes pass and Hanma could feel his stomach sinking by the minute. He was going to tell you to forget it but you cut him off.

“Well, Kisaki should have said that I like you too”.

Hanma whose head hung low before, quickly perks up like a dog hearing his owner coming back home. The gloominess before quickly turns into excitement as he scoots closer to you and went on to held your hands in his.

“Are you for real now? You actually like me?”.

“I did tell Kisaki about it but he told me to wait for you to be the one who speaks about it”. You said shrugging at Hanma. Hanma squints his eyes and bit his lips as he angrily says.

“That fucking bitch…”. You could only chuckle as another awkward silence ensues. Hanma was rubbing your knuckles when he finally breaks the silence.

“So what are we now?...”.

“Well, what do you want us to be?”.

“Well, I want you to be mine”. You look up and your eyes met him, and you didn’t expect him to be staring into you with look full of fondness. A smile slowly reaches his eyes as he squeezes your hands, waiting for your answer.

“Then, Hanma, I'm yours”.

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🌩️Under the Clouds of War🌩️

Event created by:

@post-apocalyptic-daydream @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @tmnt-tychou @nittleboo and @turtle-babe83

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• “You’re gonna pretend like you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?”

• Pocky Game

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Version: ROTTMNT

Character: Leonardo Future x Reader

An alien invasion had taken over the world many years ago, you remembered it like it was yesterday when you barely enjoyed an outing with your best friends, and now you were fighting alongside them to put an end to the Krang invasion.

April and you trained the new recruits of the resistance, and thanks to some knowledge that you obtained over time, you were in charge of the medical area, which unfortunately used to be full, the room was rarely not full.

You still had the bitter memory in your mind of when you tried to save Raph, but it was too late to do anything, sometimes you couldn't even sleep properly because of the workload, but you had promised Raph that you would keep everyone safe, even with the arrival of Casey who was like a son to you, after Cassandra passed away.

But let's leave that part of the bitterness for later, now you finally had a calm day, or something similar, considering that you lived in an alien invasion, there were only a few injuries and Commander April together with Leo found a new supply place, they had some cans of food, they found medicines and bandages, it was like a miracle for everyone, now you were in the infirmary tidying up, to have everything ready for any emergency.

-Knock Knock, do you have room for a consultation?- Leonardo's characteristic voice was heard

-If you need an injection, I'll leave that to Donnie- you said amused to sit in your chair

-Please no, the last time I don't even remember why I fainted in his laboratory-I speak feeling a chill just remembering the moment

-I remember, I almost had a heart attack when I thought Donnie was experimenting on you- he told her, letting out a small laugh -But let's not get sidetracked, what do you need?- I ask with a smile

You noticed how Leonardo approached with a smile, and before you could ask anything else, he showed you a small box, one you hadn't seen in a long time.

-Is that chocolate?- I ask in disbelief.

-I know, we found it in pieces in that store- she sat on your desk while she took out one of the chocolate sticks -We shared some with everyone and I saved some for ourselves- she smiled at you to extend the sweet

-I never thought I'd try one again- you took the sweet carefully to give it a small bite -I missed it so much!- at that moment you could have cried from the taste

-I know, you should have seen everyone's faces, it was like Christmas but 100 times better- I watch you eat the chocolate stick with a smile -You know, if my memory serves me right, wasn't there a game? was it called?- I look at one of the sticks while still moving them inside the box

- Pocky Game!- you spoke with a smile remembering it -Oh dear, now saying it out loud makes me feel too old- you laughed amused as you remembered how you and some of your friends bought them all the time

-Right! It was a trend at that time- he spoke funny to bite one of the sticks and keeping it in his mouth

They both looked at each other for a moment, and you only took one more bite of your chocolate stick as if nothing had happened, although it only caused a disappointed look from Leo.

L. -Nothing? Really?- he asked indignantly to bite his chocolate stick again -he just made a good move a moment ago- he spoke while looking at the piece of chocolate that he still had

-I didn't even notice it- you spoke amused but then you felt Leo's big shadow on you -What's wrong?- you asked with a slight blush on your cheeks

-You’re gonna pretend like you have no idea how I’ve felt about you, since the first day we met?- I ask directly

You had heard the way I speak, that voice that he now had for the years that had passed, he still had that touch of mischief and he flirted like when they were both teenagers, you saw how he got closer and closer, his lips were only a thread away of separation, but you moved your head to the side breaking that possible union.

-Did I misunderstand?-I ask to rub his neck a little embarrassed

-No, no, that's not why- you explained while hugging yourself -What's happening is... We're in this situation and I don't see it as correct- you confessed a little down

-They say that in war and in love anything goes, but...- I reached to take your hand delicately -Also in war there is a place for love, don't you think so?- I finished speaking giving you a smile

-You're still a flirt- you let out a small laugh to correspond to the action

It is true that love is born as a small bud, one that grows a little more each day, until finally it becomes a beautiful flower, but it does not choose where to open its petals, nor does it choose the moment, just like a small flower that came out between the pavement and pollution.

Your love was born from their first meeting and slowly grew to bloom radiantly under the clouds of a cruel Krang invasion.

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A little love was needed for the Rise boys 😚I loved joining this event, just like the last time.

I look forward to the next few months.

Tags:

@post-apocalyptic-daydream . @turtle-babe83 . @turtlesmakemehappy . @dilucsflame33 . @thelaundrybitch . @scholastic-dragon . @leosgirl82 . @tmnt-tychou . @mackbunny . @happymoonangel . @lazyafgurl .

[matenrou-fan]

Requests Open again? Let's go before it's too late 🤧I'm on my period and it hurts so f***ing MUCH!!!

BadAss Temple(separately ofc) playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o(She is the one that suggested btw, I dunno I always imagine the s/o being a little bratty, specially with Hitoya and Kuko) - Maid Cafe Anon

BadAss Temple playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o

Kuko and bratty s/o.. It sounds like a good competition. Also hope my work will make you feel better <3

femreader, teasing, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-"Huh? What do you wanna try? Alright, but don't complain if I start to play by my rules, alright?"

-Maybe you thought you could confuse him with such a thing? Well, actually yes, but only when you both get too close to the middle and your lips start to brush at each other.

-Till this moment he's pretty bold, not even interrupting eye contact with you, holding your waist softly. Cause right now for Kuko it's actually just a game, a challenge to make you blush first.

-So he would try to get to the middle first, and when he notices that you're not pulling away, but also quickly eating your part, that's where all his bratty attitude fades away. It's much harder to look at your face now, when he can feel your tickling breathe..

-Yet of course Kuko would act brave till the end, trying to show with his whole expression that he has no shame. If his mouth wouldn't be busy with a long biscuit, your boyfriend would totally tease you just to see a more shy glow in your eyes, yet your smirk tells him you're going to be as bratty as he is..

-Even if he can't stop his heart from beating so fast, there's no way he would pull away and hide his face, never! So you would end up with a kiss on the first attempt.

-And it would be a pretty messy kiss, as now, when you don't have this stupid sweet between your mouths and you close your eyes, Kuko can take revenge and make you more embarrassed. He was seeing your teasing expression and now wants to make it into some blushing and nervous one. And he knows exactly how to do this.

-So maybe after two or three Pocky he will get a taste, and get more calm, enjoying such a game. Now it's your turn to find out it's actually pretty hard to keep your cool when someone looks at you like this..

-"What's wrong, s/o? This time you looked away, I noticed this.." - Kuko smirk, pinching your waist lightly. - "I'm sure in the next round you would finally pull away, doncha?"

-Just at what moment you both forgot about candies and just started sharing more kisses..?

-"Ahh, so today my princess of the darkness wants to delight me with some game from human's world? Then I'm ready to be amused.."

-Of course he's so nervous that he switches to his pompous mode!! All your teases and games always leave him all red and trembling, as he giggles nervously. And now, such a test makes him nervous.

-As soon as you place a sweet stick between your mouths, that's it, Jyushi is absolutely embarrassed again.

-For the first few times you win, as he just can't help but pull away everytime his eyes meet yours. Your faces are so close, and you look at him so playful, and the fact that you also hold BOTH OF HIS HANDS.. His heart can't take it!!

-After you offered your boyfriend to close his eyes and just enjoy the taste of biscuit, everything got better, and your lips finally pressed to each other. For a second Jushi shrugs, mewling in your mouth but you just grab his shoulders, continuing to kiss him.

-A pretty quick kiss, as you were kinda afraid he would fall unconscious now. And, also, after that he just gets more coy, closing his eyes every time tips of your noses start to tickle each other..

-Well, when you already eat almost half of a packet, Jyushi gets used to such a naughty game, starting to look at you more with need than with embarrassment. After all, even with someone as sensitive as he can start to be pretty bold, huh..?

-"L..let's take another one, please.." - with a soft mumble, Jushi looked away. - "I swear, it will be the last one.."

-Of course you ended up eating a whole reserve you had. Well, how could you both pay attention to how many sweets you eat, when your lips were much more delicious?

-"... this is the first time I heard about something like that. If you wanna kiss me, just say it, okay?"

-Acting like he's too old for any games, but actually he enjoys some playful teases, just not in such a way. But there's a first time for everything?

-There's no way you would outplay him with your bratty behavior and boldness. Oh, how sweet, but he's too stoic to actually get embarrassed so quickly, watching with delight how slowly your face changes when you realize for him it's nothing.

-And, of course, you would finish with a kiss in your first attempt. And he would be the one to initiate this, as Hitoya already ate his half and quickly covered your part, before luring you into a long kiss. A really long one, as he wants to melt you more as fast as possible.

-It's just really amusing, seeing how you ended up falling into the trap you made for him. And your boyfriend would totally tease you about this, tickling you with his words almost as with his deep kisses.

-Actually, one Pocky is enough for him, but if you want to make a round twox then he doesn't mind. Go on, want to lose again?

-Hitoya's is willing to do this as long as you want. Cause, despite he really loves to see your bratty smirk, watching as your brows start trembling and cheeks blush every time his lips meet yours is one of his favorite things, actually.

-"Mm, maybe someone should just give up, don't you think?" - with a soft but low chuckle he pulls away another biscuit you put in your mouth and puts it aside, instead just leaning closer, titillating your lips with his in a light touch. - "Just admit your defeat and I'll reward you with another kiss, okay?"

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #354

Yuri!!! on ICE, DVD vol. 5, Hiramatsu Tadashi's interview

Part 4.

~In figure skating scenes, consistency was very effective~

(The critical moment) was episode 3. In September we were scheduled to have an event, where the first three episodes were to be aired. The episode 1 was almost finished, but with episode 2 and 3, we were not quite there yet. That was the first time, when everyone thought: will we really manage to create this anime till the end? And at that time still only two characters were skating. When we realized how many other characters were going to appear in the next episodes, everyone for a moment thought: "It's going to be impossible to accomplish, isn't it?". But we managed to make it through that and then episodes 4, 5 and 6, and finally, I thought that it should be alright. (From episode 5, we started to use CGI to make parts of the skating scenes) - if we didn't do that, then it would have been pretty tough. The idea to use CGI had been there from the very beginning, but the Director's will was to have everything drawn by hand as much as possible. The one person who pulled the team forward (by making the decision to use CGI) was Otsuka [Manabu, now MAPPA's CEO] producer, in the sense that he didn't give up.

Every time we very changing the skating scenes little by little, improving the parts that looked off and this consistent effort, in a sense, resulted in us having honed up our skills. Especially, this movement, when Yuuri moves his head to face the camera in the beginning of his SP - matching his personal growth, his expression in that moment is different each time. His performance is the same, but the circumstances are different, or his relationship with Victor changed - so he makes the same movement, but it looks different. This is what makes visual media so interesting.

[Notes: Some people in the Eng fandom seem to think that Otsuka CEO is the source of all evil that feeds his animators instant ramen (I assume the cheapest possible, obviously, because there as some kinds that I as a student can't afford to buy without thinking twice... 😔) and pocky crumbs, but well, as you can see, from an animator's perceptive, he was the person that saved YoI staff from death by overworking by Sayochin's hands...

Of course, random people on the internet know better what kind of terrible homophobic monster he is😔

But seriously speaking, I think it should be common sense not to write bs on the internet about people you have never met...]

[rainbowxocs]

why do you even need to know half of this…

Name: Kaguya Tsukino (かぐや 月の) only my friends can call me by “Kaguya”..

Other Names: “Kami” (神) God is also acceptable for you English readers.

Special Titles: Kami of the Moonlight.

Username: kami

Nicknames: Moon Bunny.

Chronological Age: 432.

Age: 26.

Pronouns: He/Him (In English.)

I Pronoun: Soregashi (某) (An archaic neutral pronoun, gives off extreme neutrality, as if the person doesn’t want you to know who they are.)

Sexuality: Demisexual, Demiromantic, Gay.

Gender: Trans Guy.

Species: Kami. obviously.

Disorders: Anxiety, Autism, Major Depressive Disorder, Bulima, Contamination OCD, AVPD, Compulsive Lying, CPTSD.

Religion: Atheist. you shouldn’t trust gods.

Job: Owner of the Maid/Cat Cafe.

Lives in: Okutama, Japan, 2024.

Languages: Japanese + Most Languages.

Height: 6ft

Ethnicity: Lunarian, Japanese.

Accent: Completely Monotone.

Animal Form: Barn Owl. hoot. or whatever.

Powers: Was Born Powerless. Can however do human magic, can hear other peoples thoughts, and has divination. it’s awful.. I feel cursed sometimes..

Alignment: Neutral.

Text Color: Blue.

Main Hobbies: Entomology, Reading, Resin Art, Bug Pinning, Origami, Bonsai, Crochet, DND, Trinket Collecting, Shogi.

I only eat specific things.. I’m incredibly picky..

Favorite Drink: Sakura Tea, Pu’er Tea, L’Original Marie Antoinette Tea, Strawberry Shortcake Tea.

Favorite Fruit: Peaches.

Favorite Snacks: Apples and Peanut Butter, Ants on a Log, Broccoli, Honey.

Favorite Foods: Chicken Noodle Soup, Animal Sushi, Rice and Nori.

Favorite Candy: Gummy Bears, KitKats, Lollipops, Matcha Pocky, Jelly Beans, 3D Gummies.

Favorite Desserts: Jello, Mooncakes, Astronaut Icecream, Gourmet Marshmallows.

Weapon: Kunai.

Favorite Flower: Orchids

Scent: Orchids.

Handedness: Left.

Blood Color: Gold.

Awareness: VERY Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: January 1st 1592 (Leo, Dragon, AB.)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: i dislike this whole biography thing.

Special Interests: Entomology, Fairytales, Paintings.

Stims: Tends to stim with fabric or his clothing. But also has a pair of dice he stims with.

Comfort Objects: His collection of rabbit plushies, his jacket, His dice, His sailor moon collection, His Ear Defenders.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Family: Tsukuyomi, Nayotake (Parents) they abandoned me. So.. not really family..

Friends: Uru (BFF), Damian.

Romance: None.

Enemies:

Are. I despise that woman.

Hwan. I think that Hwan has the IQ of a rock. And that’s an insult to rocks.

Pets:

Rolo (ロロ) (Pug) my baby.

also my babies.

Hichew (ハイチュウ)(Emperor Scorpion)

Whopper (うぉっぺっ) (Blue Tarantula)

Skittle (スキットルズ) (Rainbow Stag Beetle)

Twizzler (ツウィズラーズ)(Giant Millipede)

Hershey (ハーシー)(Giant Centipede)

Konpieto (こんぴえと) (Leaf Insect)

Candy Cane (キャンディケイン) (Stick Insect)

Poifull (ぽいふーー)(European Mantis)

Pocky (ポッキー)(Ghost Mantis)

Ramune (ラムネ)(Orchid Mantis)

The Honey Hive (Bees)

The Hissing Bandits (Hissing Cockroaches)

The Earth Kingdom (Honey Ants)

The Fire Nation (Fire Ants)

The Water Tribe (Yellow Crazy Ants)

The Air Nomads (Black Carpenter Ants)

Brief Personality: Kaguya is a very monotone person. He has a tendency to push people away from him by making himself as boring and unapproachable as possible. But in reality he’s just really awkward. He is the type of person who much rather stay at home with a bunch of books than go outside and hang out with his friends.

Brief Backstory: Kaguya was born without a name, somewhere on the moon. His parents kicked him off the moon and he plummeted down to earth. He was found by a local orphanage due to his crying.

He never really knew why his parents abandoned him.. But he did know that humans weren’t much better.. His peers would bully him for most of his life due to him not being like them.

He lost himself in fairytales, reading every book he could. He thought if he lost himself in the stories and his role as a god, everything would be alright.

However, now Kaguya is very standoffish. Not even giving people the privilege of speaking his real name. Instead wanting to be referred too as “Kami” or “God”.. He is a bit of an odd ball..

Many people have hurt Kaguya over the years, causing him to retreat further and further into his shell. However lately a few cracks have been shown.

[oathofpromises]

"Pocky" - from Data to Hiroto O<O because of course why wouldn't I indulge

The viper picked up a biscuit from the box in front of him. He twisted it between his fingers, feeling its texture before bringing it up to his mouth. The crunching sound echoed in the room as he bit into one end. The buttery aroma of the snack reminded him a lot of the green tea. Why did he even have such a thing? Well, Stella had thrown a box of them at him earlier that day. He couldn't help but smirk at the memory. Stella, his younger sister was a petite woman with striking features, her arms crossed over her chest before shoving a box of pocky at his face. Hiroto turned to look her, his eyes furrowing slightly.

"I find it confusing how a simple snack can somehow help me and Data have a deeper connection. At times, I struggle to comprehend my sister's thought process."

As he contemplated the day's events, he suddenly remembered a particular incident that had caught his attention. Earlier that day, he had inadvertently walked in on Stella, who was sitting on G'raha's lap. The two of them were sharing a piece of pocky and seemed to be enjoying it, or at least the kissing part. The two were nibbling on opposite ends of the snack, their lips grew closer, touching for the briefest moment. As their hands intertwined with each other adding more to the closeness.

The crimson locks of the Miqo'te sway as his tail curls around her leg, drawing her closer to himself. Their lips in a soft embrace, lingering as they finish nibbling on the sweet pocky sticks. Instead of leaving it there, the two had remained so close. Hiroto can't help but chuckle at their playful flirtation, yet he can't deny the similarities between their behavior and that of him and Data.

A few nights ago, Hiroto and Data were standing close to each other, their hands intertwined and moving in a rhythmic pattern across each other's skin. Hiroto's heart was racing as he felt the soft, warm lips of Data pressing against his own. In that instant, everything else faded away, and the only thing that mattered was the brunet in front of him.

The Viper sighed deeply as he flung the box onto the table. He realized that being romantic wasn't exactly his forte. Many years ago, he had gone through an awful heartbreak that led him to close his heart off to the world. It was better to shut everyone out than let another get that close. Of course, he periodically indulged in one-night stands, primarily for missions but would even use it to numb his emotion. Nothing to get attached to if people only craved him for his body. Yet here he was, trying to devise new and sweet gestures to show his boyfriend.

Which was another thing: Hiroto was still getting used to the idea of having a boyfriend. Meeting Data for the first time was unpleasant; they had crossed paths under the worst circumstances. Hiroto felt like he deserved a beating from Data that day, but the Red Mage hadn't donea thing. Instead, the other had shown a surprising amount of kindness and understnairng. Despite the initial awkwardness, Data wasn't hostile towards Hiroto.

Another thing caught the Viper off guard was the mage hadn't tried to get rid of him. Unlike most people from his past, who had made numerous attempts to make his life a living hell. Data's attitude towards him was the opposite. It was reassuring, which was so unfamiliar and different. The Viper inside of Hiroto had learned to expect betrayal and abandonment from those around him. It was just a fact he had gotten used to over the years. However, Data was different, and Hiroto was still trying to figure out what that meant or even how to feel about the whole thing.

The idea of finally allowing himself to experience happiness was both exhilarating and terrifying. He had yearned for it for so long, but the thought of opening up to Data made him feel vulnerable. He knew that in order to let Data in, he would have to reveal everything, which would include all his deepest fears and insecurities. A side that the viper had sworn to never show another person again. The last time he had allowed someone to get that intimate with him, they had betrayed Hiroto, leaving the white haired male feeling used and a broken heart.

" I care for him so much, in a way that I never thought possible. Despite my uncertainty, he has always been kind and supportive, never revealing any trace of hatred. However, the thought of allowing someone to get so close to me is a daunting one. Can I truly trust myself to be so open again and bare my soul..or will my fears hold me back?"

Hiroto's eyes fluttered shut as he let out a soft sigh, attempting to ignore the dull ache resonating in the back of his chest. He was just about to rise from his seat when the sound of the front door opening caught his attention. He listened intently as the soft footsteps descended the stairs Before he could say anything, he felt the gentle weight of the brunet settling onto his lap, it was calming.Slowly Hiroto's eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light in the living room. He looked down, just as he felt a weight lean against his chest. There Data was nuzzling into Hiroto body, seemingly lost in thought.

"Data?" Hiroto whispered, His voice was husky, betraying the slight fatigue he felt. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night due to returning home late from his recent mission. The Viper could tell the brunet was also exhausted since he had been gone since early this morning. It was a daily occurrence that the brunet would go on his daily botany run with Marv. Gently Hiroto cradled Data closer to his chest, feeling the weight of the brunet's head on his shoulder. He smiled softly, savoring the warmth. It was clear that Data had overexerted himself and was now thoroughly exhausted. Probably due to the fact that somehow he had ended up getting wrapped into someone else affairs.

"Hey, Data," Hiroto said, his voice low and gentle. "I know you're feeling tired, but could you sit up for just a moment?"

Slowly, the brunet sat, his legs now strading Hiroto's lap, reaching down the white-haired male pulled out one biscuit, placing one end into his mouth. A slight part of Hiroto was internally cursing himself for even attempting this, but maybe it would put a smile on Data's face.

"Let's make a game out of this," he said. "You bite into one end, and I'll bite into the other. We'll take turns nibbling away at it until we reach the last piece, and whoever gets it wins."

With each bite, Hiroto savored the snack, allowing himself to fully partake in the delightful sensation of the biscuit's sweetness melting on his tongue. While he was nibbling on it, he couldn't help but observe how their faces were getting closer. As Data finished the last piece of the biscuit, Hiroto's spine tingled as their lips softly brushed against each other. The overwhelming sensation enveloped his thoughts completely.

It wasn’t enough…the kiss was too quick.

Hiroto still feeling the taste of the biscuit lingering on his tongue, blending with the sweetness of the kiss grabbed Data and pulled him back in. Every touch, every gentle caress, sent waves of bliss rippling throughout his body. He could even feel the rise and fall of Data's chest against his own, their breaths intertwining in a synchronized rhythm. Being this close, he felt a sense of completeness, a feeling Hiroto had yearned for all his life.

Soft fingertips traced the curves of the freckled face, his touch feather-light. Hiroto leaned in closer pressing his forehead against Data’s, "Wow…that was different." There was a hint of surprise in his tone, mixed with a tinge of excitement and curiosity.

"I must admit, my sister was right. But please, don't tell her I said that. She'll never let me hear the end of it." He laughed before nuzzling his face into the crook of Data’s neck.

You make me feel human…give me something worth fighting for. One day, I’ll be able to say those three words you deserve to hear.

[loudlypanickinginvenezolano]

Sucker for you

First Chapter, AO3

Time went on like this, with Shadow dutifully going through his papers and checking on the security systems while trying to not fall unconscious, and with Sonic, who had given up on finding the ebony´s rock, just… sat on the floor while muttering and venting about whatever came to his mind, subjects changing way too fast for Shadow to even try to keep up. 

So, he let it be.

They both were on with their own things, and if Sonic´s voice broke down somewhere in the middle, or if his words stopped making sense, no one spared it a thought. And Sonic liked it like that, he didn’t feel concerned with Shadow´s silence, nor did he feel the others glare stuck on his neck.

There was no question, no urging. Just…company.

There was just companionship.

He never thought he would find himself comfortable with silence ever again. The contrary, more like it.

And yet…here he was! Crumbled, and hid from sight as he…babbled endlessly, apparently.

Aiya, what a heroic figure he cut, wasn’t it?

Damn it.

Fuck!

Nimble hands teared open his precious treat, stuffing pocky after pocky on his mouth and chewing on them more aggressively than necessary, the crunching noise actually helpful to calm him down.

He was… angry, maybe. It really wasn’t a feeling he felt comfortable with, but one he learned that he couldn’t erase from his heart forever no matter what he tried.  

He was angry with himself, not that it was a new situation he had never encountered and yet… He felt stupid.

And useless.

And guilty.

And angry again, all over.

He was angry at...everything, it felt. At himself, at Eggman, at Infinite, at Shadow, the very Freedom fighters, Amy, Knuckles… hell, he even felt it against Tails, raging feelings of pure nonsense stirring on his chest every single time he heard about the young fox´s actions while he was gone.

He felt angry, in a way he really didn’t understand.

He was afraid. Simple, isn’t it?

But do tell, who wants a hero that is afraid? Who wants a hero that is unsure? Or bitter?

Real?

Somedays, when he woke up, it was like a giant vacuum cleaner had sucked him dry during the night, leaving him…empty, and weak. Without strength, or willpower to actually stand up and face the day.

Somedays, when he looked around, all he could find were pity stares and concerned, scared faces all looking at him as if afraid he was going to suddenly break down, as if they knew him better than anyone else, or alternatively, as if they were just waiting for the right moment to attack.

Waiting for him to stumble so they could butter up some.

He felt sick standing among them.

He felt sick watching Tails break down and wake up crying, denying him the chance to help.

He felt sick knowing the pain he made his loved ones go through. The way they dealt with his disappearance, as well.

He felt like dying when watching the people constantly trying to tear off each another, as if his constants efforts to make it better for everyone were of no importance.

In a way, sometimes, he felt done.

Discouraged, completely.

Tired.

Disappointed on the very people he tried so hard to help.

Sonic felt like stepping down, like taking a breather, and going away, just for a little short while, longing for healing, for getting himself together, once again, as he was constantly hearing he should do.

He wanted to.

But he knew he couldn’t.

He couldn’t do that to the others, to Amy, or Knuckles, or hell, even Shadow could fit into that list now, in some sort of screwed view.  

Even if he wanted, he couldn’t drift away into a pleasant oblivion.

He wouldn’t forgive himself, either.

He… still felt wrong. No matter how many times he went through the same notions, the answers he got were always the same; This was the best course of action, no matter how much it hurt, how wrong and tired and hurt it made him feel!

He was needed, no matter how much it stung.

His family needed him, his world needed him, even if they sometimes acted a tad ungrateful towards his sacrifices to kept them all safe.

And that hurt… He knew it. Fuck, he was so acquainted with it. It wasn’t going to go away during a long, long time, and staying here he was at risk of it getting worse… and yet, at the same time, he wasn’t going to let anyone else kill themselves off just to cover his hide.

Even less when they had gone through so many problems to get him back, and were still holding onto his arms as if afraid he would suddenly disappear, no matter how annoyed that feeling sometimes made him felt.

Not when Tails still needed him so.

Besides he wasn’t alone, now…

Those times were so long ago, it almost felt like it never ever happened to begin with.

In a weird way, he knew… he knew he wasn’t alone.

He… he thought that maybe, if he were to ask for it, certainly they would be willing to support him!  He kinda knew it.

It just felt so hard to try and reach out a hand… Even more because there was a chance of them actually helping him, and he didn’t know how to deal with that possibility.

The words always got caught on his throat, and he was unable to utter the smaller of sentences.

It hurt so badly it was almost stupid, always dashing away with a smile to wipe out the sweat on his brow.

Couldn’t they see? Didn’t they know?

A sigh left his mouth, his body slumping forward as his hands buried themselves on his face, about to start tugging on his quills.

How to say?

How could he?

Where to start?

He was almost helpless, in that sense.

Since when is asking for help such a difficult process?

His grip slackened, his whole body just…sagging, like a puppet that got it strings cut, powerless.

Really. It wasn’t a good look on such an otherwise lively hedgehog.

Almost scary, to say the truth.

One of his (Sonic.) hands reached backwards in a try to stabilize his posture just a tad more, feeling immensely startled at realizing there was something under his fingers.

Bringing it to his face, he wondered where could have such a heavy and strange rock suddenly appear on here…

It can’t be!

Ay, it was true!

He totally forgot about searching for Shadow´s rock!!!

During all this time, the bitch was always behind him?

Oh fuck him!

Such a sudden burst of energy, who can really blame him for jumping high while hollering, ´´Found it! ´´ with all the happiness and eagerness of a lil husky? Σ(ノ°▽°)ノ

Mhhhhhh…

Oh yes!

Shadow could.

The agent, that during Sonic´s sudden wish to monologue with a fading voice, that, well, finally ended being no more than a lulling white noise in the spacious room, had started to nod off while staring at a spot on the laptop on his right… yeah.

Shadow scrambled into a more alert position, not without, of course, first yelping and hitting his knee quite harshly against the ´´desk´´ with a loud bang.

“…Fuck.” how he managed to not scream that was beyond Sonic.

How he would manage to survive the night was also beyond Sonic…

Uh.

Come to think about it, He never said that he wanted to die, now did he?

Just a small break would have been fine, all right?! there is no need to be so-so through!

That also didn’t mean a break for a broken bone! Or a concussion!

Aw shit!

Shadow´s shoulders were freaking shaking! He was so dead!

Was that red?!

How was this fair?!?!

With a totally manly, totally serious and respect-inspiring squeak of his own, he immediately threw himself at the ground at noticing the subtle movement on Shadow´s hand, fearing the heat of a Chaos spear on such a close distance.

It never came, however.

The heavy hit of a book, thought, certainly did.

 “Ow!” Sonic complained loudly at getting hit on the face. Again. discarding the problematic rock at a side, because really, how could such a small thing cause that many incidents? He picked up the book and got back on his feet, glaring at a snickering dark hedgehog with all the heat he could muster.

…

Sonic really didn’t know what to tell, once everything Shadow did was laugh with less restrain, and even louder at his expense…

He was terrifying, all right?!ヾ(´ﾟДﾟ｀;)ゝ

He surely scared Shadow into a breakdown, that was why the brooding hedgehog suddenly remembered how to laugh so freely anew! There was no other option!

He got scared into madness!

…

This was humiliating, ah. His heart burned with shame.

“Finished yet?” the other one was curled on his seat, laughter now faded into small, lazy, scattered giggles.

“Just a sec.” Shadow mumbled, trying to maintain his usual blank face as he looked up, however, he barely managed to stare straight at Sonic face for 3 seconds before bursting into renewed laugher.

Sonic sighed, arms dropping at his sides in a defeated and somewhat irked face; He really didn’t enjoy being ignored right now!  He tapped his fingers, trying to keep his patience together for a bit longer until he found he couldn’t stay quiet anymore, dashing to Shadow´s side to flicker the other in his forehead, a deeply marked scowl firm on his face. 

Shadow almost choked with his snort.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. He really couldn’t take Sonic seriously anymore…

“Oh come on!”  the speedster´s hands were raised and then brought upon his shoulders, giving him time enough to block him had he wished to avoid the contact, and, after he was sure his touch wasn’t rejected, he started to shake the sleep deprived hedgehog-no. both were sleep deprived hedgehogs at this point of time… He viciously shook the hybrid with a careless attitude, annoyed. “Won’t you give me any face? What´s up with you today? Ah? Are you looking for death at this time of the night?

Even while being flung around like a weightless maraca, Shadow just kept a light smile on his face, unwavering even on Sonic´s manic and painfully obvious faked fury. Alas, even some indulgence could be seen in the small shine of his red eyes, totally different from his habitual scowl or pokerfaced expression. He was looking at Sonic as if he was being a naughty child…

Obviously, the one here being naughty wasn’t Sonic! Shadow was the one who forgot his character settings way too badly!

He had come to find that an expressionless Shadow wasn’t as irritating as this clearly taunting smile…

“Stop with that expression! You are creeping me! Creeping me! Too weird, stop it, ah!” He cried somewhat helplessly, a final burst of speedy shaking taking place.

Shadow just huffed, chuckling lowly.  “Stomping your feet like a little child really isn’t helping your case, you know?” 

…

Sonic: Q.Q

“Shut up!”

“Don’t feel like it.”

 “Oh, okay. You´re infuriating did you know?!”

“Such big words, don’t make your poor brain overwork itself.” Shadow smiled wider, and his fangs glinted, now bared. “I think I can see the smoke.”

“…I hate you so much.”

“Likewise! “

“oh man, you aren’t fun at all.” Sonic mumbled dejectedly, a small pout on his face as he turned away, siting on Shadow´s desk and picking up the rock to inspect it…immediately leaving it down and picking up a random report at realizing it was some smooth, cold, and dark skull.

He didn’t want to think about that hitting him in the nose anymore. Nope sir!

The dark hedgehog just sighed, helplessly spreading his arms as he answered; “I am truly not the one making you stay, yet you insult me in this way. What a tick face.”

Sonic would have spat old blood on Shadow´s face.

Shameless!

Who had turn his brooding friend into a shameless slag?! Sonic just wanted to talk you can calmly come forward!!!