#they're like sparring partners

[the-cookie-of-doom]

There’s a rite of passage that all of the Therapanyakul heirs must endure, when they come of age. They must prove themselves, their strength, their ability to survive life in the mafia underworld. Tankhun, captured as a boy, broken before his own rite could begin. Kinn proved himself in his brother’s stead, earning himself the position of heir. Which left Kim, the spare, unable to escape his father’s machinations. 

Kinn tells him it will be alright. It will make him stronger. It will earn their father’s love, and loyalty, and respect. Kim, only 16, already knows it’s a lie. He tells himself it’s for his own protection instead. He knows, if he survives, this will make him stronger. 

He fights the men that come for him. Doesn’t recognize them as his own family bodyguards, and therefore feels no remorse in the feral way he attacks with nails and teeth, using anything he can turn into a weapon as he’s pulled from his bed. There’s too many of them. He’s too small, too young, his skills not yet honed by years of experience, and they subdue him easily. 

Kim wakes in a cell, suspended from his wrists, heavy manacles digging into delicate bones. Already the skin is raw, but not bleeding, yet. 

“It’s about time.” Kim jerks his head up, sees a man leaning against the wall. Recognizes the shining silk of his shirt before he steps fully into the light, revealing his face. 

Kim is confused before he’s angry.

“Vegas?” 

“Little Kim.” His cousin smiles at him. A predator’s smile, sharp, dangerous. “Papa decided it’s time for you to grow up, huh?” 

Father didn’t warn him about this. Neither did Kinn. Did he know? Did his brother know that Vegas would be the one to strip away his childhood and make him a man? 

“What are you doing here?” Kim demands, dragging at his chains. His feet barely touch the floor, just enough to keep the position from suffocating him. 

“Your father asked for me personally.” Vegas clicked his tongue. “You must have pissed him off, huh, Kim? He didn’t even tell me to go easy on you.” A grin. “Not that I would have, anyway.” 

Kim still didn’t understand. 

Then it clicked. 

Of course it was Vegas. Bitter, jealous Vegas, always wanting everything they had, always reaching above his station. Of course his father would grant this transgression. He always encouraged competition within the Family. What better way than to set one son against the other. Foster the hate early. Give Vegas an outlet for his rage, while at the same time molding Kim’s hatred, giving him something to hold onto. A reason to never trust his cousin. Because Vegas wasn’t doing this with grim resignation, carrying out an order. He wanted this. Kim knew, watching Vegas smirk and taunt, and run his hands over a table full of torture instruments, that Vegas wanted to hurt him. 

Kim had angered his father. He rebelled. He was defiant, refusing to be put in his place. Unlike Kinn. The perfect heir, always abiding their father’s every whim. This was his punishment. 

“I’m not afraid of you,” Kim spat. He wasn’t. He wasn’t. 

-

Later, whenever Kim can’t get out of his head, when he wants to claw at his skin and pull out his teeth—Vegas is the only one that can bring him back to himself. His cousin delights in taking him apart, destroying him, leaving him to pick up the pieces of himself when he’s done. Vegas needs an outlet and Kim needs destruction. They hate each other. That makes it easier.

[sysig]

What if Peepers got left behind with the main duo tho (Patreon)

[pangolinsandnewts]

after reading both ninjago and tnmt fics I can conclude that a lot of you don't actually know what you're talking about when it comes to kata and sparring

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Today on Ram has drawing ideas but she's just laying in bed not going to sleep:

What if. Two drawings. They're mirrors of each other (yes I like those shhh.) Padawan Lineth during the war is dreamily looking at Stellar doing something mundane. They're both in armour, it's during the war. Second drawing is the exact same poses but they're older, Lineth is a Knight, Stellar's hair has gone grey. They're in civilian clothes, the war is over, life is happy. WHAT IF.

[chatsukimi]

ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋꜱ

featuring: touchstarved!gojo, slight enemies to lovers. synopsis: gojo satoru can't understand why he keeps wanting to spar with you... until one time, you two get a little too close. masterlist

sparring with satoru is a pain above all else. yaga has been assigning you to hand to hand combat with satoru for weeks now- a suspiciously long amount of time without switching partners.

you kick, dodge a punch, and stare up at his shameless smile. each time you come close to landing a hit, he turns on infinity, then poof! your opportunity rushes out the window.

"no techniques allowed." you grit your teeth.

"oops." he holds his hands up in a faux surrender. "sorry, forgot."

he certainly did not forget.

this time, he charges at your torso, his annoyingly long arm closing distance on your shoulder at breakneck speed. you feel the limb dislocate. you wince. using his upper hand, gojo grabs your arms and pins you to the gymnasium floor. the air is knocked out of your lungs.

he's panting, his blue eyes clambering over you, under him. like always, he's too close to you- so close you see your own figure in the reflection of his watery irises. you could lift your hand up an inch to brush the sweat from his forehead. always. way too close.

his fingers trail across your elbow up towards your collarbone- whoosh.

infinity on again. he lets out a long exhale, scrunching his eyes shut as though pained.

that's when gojo thinks he's safe.

only, he's not really.

instead of giving up, you close your hand around the infinity and pull the whole thing, gojo and his infinity, towards you. your legs drag around his hips.

his eyes widen.

your hand pushes his chest then in the brisk manoeuvre, you're on top of him.

you think you see his soul poke its head out his mouth, tipped ajar in shock.

you don't know why you do what you do next. in some depraved performance, your fingers close in on his windpipe. you don't squeeze; the imagery is enough to satisfy. snowy white eyelashes fluttering to meet your gaze, the groan echoing out from his throat, the tight strain in his chest as he breathes shallowly, letting you way too close.

"they're watching," he murmurs.

shoko and geto. fear washes over you, and you're about to let go-

his own hand closes around your wrist.

he's staring at you darkly, goading you to move.

"they're watching," he says again, his hands suddenly at your waist pulling you closer. his tongue flicks over his bottom lip.

you're almost laying on his chest, face to face with your own deadly consumption.

"how long have you been beating me up just to get this close?" you tease.

"huh?"

truly innocently desperately confused, satoru has the gall to tighten his grip, hoisting himself up until he's sitting to lean over you again- if only slightly.

"we're just sparring, aren't we?" and he's telling himself this as his nose bumps against yours. and he's lying to himself that the way he's exploring your body is an act of aggression, not an act of compulsion. "you've been playing dirty tricks on me, but i can do it better."

dirty tricks? you think you see the thought passing through his concentrated face.

unfair, unfair, unfair-

how dare you provoke him let down his infinity? who do you think you are? how could you break him down through just one touch, leave him barrelling towards you for more?

unfair, unfair, unfair-

his hand rests by your jaw, stroking up your cheek, taking his precious time.

because sparring with you is the only time satoru gets to touch you.

he forces all his common sense out of his brain as he whispers, frustration coursing through his tone, "you're weak. your form is full of openings." and he's almost kissing you-

"time out, time out." shoko's voice cuts through the haze.

you feel you two being dragged apart by shoko and geto. the latter frowns at the white haired menace who's temporarily lost his obnoxious pride, silent.

the moment is awkward for everyone except for him.

gojo cocks his head to the side, looking at geto. "we were just fighting?"

geto sighs. just fighting?

you shiver as gojo's expressionless stare sticks onto you. curious.

the fight is over already...

but then why does he want to kiss you still?

[harunayuuka2060]

Ortho: ...

Idia and MC: *standing close next to each other*

Idia: *showing them the livestream of his favorite idol group "Premo"*

Idia: This is quite inconvenient. You should really buy your own phone so we can stream together.

MC: I will receive my salary next week. Can you recommend me the best phone to buy?

Idia: Do you have a problem with budget?

MC: No.

Idia: Okay. I'll place an order for you.

MC: Thanks.

Ortho: ...

Ortho: Brother?

Idia: Yes, Ortho?

Ortho: You and MC are terribly close.

Idia: Huh?

Ortho: You are comfortable with them. I never saw you freaked out whenever they come close to you.

Idia: Huh... Well, they feel low-key.

Ortho: Low-key?

Idia: Yes. It's like they're an NPC or a side-character.

Ortho: Oh.

Vil: What kind of a stupid comparison is that?

Ortho: I don't know. But I believe my brother.

Vil: ...

Vil: Rook, you're always with MC. Do you think they lack charisma?

Rook: Non! Absolutely not!

Ortho: But my brother says—

Rook: *smiles* However, they know how to control it to avoid awkwardness.

Vil: In which I don't understand how that works.

Ace and Deuce: *staring at MC and Silver*

Ace: *squints his eyes*

Deuce: ...

Deuce: What's wrong with you?

Ace: Why do they look so good?

Deuce: Because they're sweating?

Ace: Exactly! No one should look good when they're sweating like that! They're tired! THEY SHOULD LOOK TIRED!!!

Silver: Why do I feel like they're talking about us?

MC: *his sparring partner* Maybe they want to practice swordsmanship as well.

Silver: Oh. I should ask them later.

[love-marimo]

Scary Dog Privilege (Zoro x Fem!Reader)

ー just a self-indulgent hcs where a protective zoro would absolutely do anything for u, even if it includes beating shitty men who would dare to even lay their hands on u.

also hi!!! it's been a while since i last wrote something. my asks are open if u want to chat or request something. ♡

cw: swearing, violence, attempts of harassment

one thing that zoro loves are duels. whether it's a friendly spar or a full on fight with an enemy ー he always gives it his all with no mercy. he is competitive to a T. after all, he is the pirate hunter. his bounty speaks volumes, and he made a pledge to be undefeated in his journey to become a master swordsman.

there is one thing he despises the most though.

it's when these fights involve you.

he trusts that you can protect yourself, and that you can turn down advances from men.

you told him countless times that they don't interest you. and that it's best to just ignore those flirtatious remarks you get whenever it happens.

but it shouldn't happen when he's around.

because oh boy, would it cause a scene.

like when you're walking together around town on an island your crew docked into, and there's a festival going on.

you decide to wear a tight shirt and shorts. it hugged your body well, and it was comfortable enough to wear on a humid night.

he doesn't mind you wearing revealing clothing. hell, you can wear a bikini bra and jeans like nami does and he wouldn't care, unlike a certain love cook who would go crazy.

anyway, you would get passersby to look over your way.

then you'd hear men whistling at you.

then it escalates to drunk men approaching you and ogling at you.

except it was a futile attempt because zoro's already in front of you clutching one of his swords, glaring and ready to attack anytime.

"go ahead. shoot your shot."

"what the fuck do you want from her?"

"need something?"

"what the hell did you say?"

yeah. they're not walking home unscathed tonight.

in some instances, there would be pirates who would take interest on you, and they're willing to fight your boyfriend on the spot.

"oh? someone's offended here. fellas, should we beat him up?" one would say.

"go for it boss! take the girl as a prize too!" one of their crew agrees.

zoro doesn't waste time so that they won't utter another word again.

he doesn't even need to use haki to take them down. only one sword would do the job.

and while you appreciate him being protective over you, you assure him that you can defend yourself just fine.

you would definitely get into a small argument about it.

"zoro, i'm not weak you know. i can defend myself just fine." you say while cleaning a small cut he got from fighting a random creep attempting (poorly and miserably) to make a move on you.

"it's not that you're weak. just let me do my job as your partner."

"i know that but still-"

"if you want to keep entertaining them, just tell me and i'll stop."

"are you serious right now? i'm just telling you that i'm strong on my own too!"

"exactly. that's why i'm asking you that."

you both went back and forth for a while until someone from the crew breaks it up (probably nami or usopp).

at the end of the day, you'll end up in each other's arms and you'll be thanking him for being your loyal scary dog. ღ'ᴗ'ღ

"i thought you didn't like me fighting for you."

"never said that. shut up" you laugh, kissing him on his cheek and feeling him smiling at that.

ー Lolita

[strawberrystepmom]

narumi x f!reader with a bonus kikoru third wheel. long distance...something implied, fluff, suggestive at the very end. they're so siblings!!! to me and i had to get it out. / wc 3k, divider thanks to @cafekitsune

Kikoru Shinomiya has always been known for a few things in her life. 

Work ethic and intelligence almost go without saying, her endurance almost legendary for a young woman of her age inside the JAKDF barracks and outside them both. Since her move to the first division she has only begun to shine brighter, influenced by mornings and evenings spent training with the man she is currently stomping through the hallway to attempt to find.

“Narumi!” She shouts while swinging the door to his office open, looking around and sighing when her green eyes fall on the Vice Captain sitting in the overstuffed chair behind the desk, fiddling with paperwork they both know that the Commander has had no intention of completing.

Hasegawa looks up from the papers and shakes his head.

“He’s out for the rest of the day and most of the week unless it’s an emergency. Need something?”

Truthfully, Kikoru knew this before showing up. He canceled all of their training sessions, leaving her without a capable sparring partner and painfully bored because of it. She’s managed to make very quick work of the platoon leaders and the other division members alike so really, she came here hoping that he was working to demand answers of some kind. 

“Yeah, actually. Can you tell me why he’s gone? It seems like a waste for him to be gone when he has a new team member to train with.”

The Commander may be MIA but she believes she may have found a better way to get the desired answers regardless. Sighing, the older man leans against the cushioned back of the chair and glances up at the ceiling. 

“The girl he plays games with is visiting. She arrived last night and he took today off to show her around the city.”

The matter of fact tone Hasegawa takes amuses the blonde who folds her arms over her chest and hums to herself. The entire division is aware of their captain’s hobby of gaming, it’s part of who he is more than it is merely just something he does for enjoyment after all. She wonders how many of them are aware that he spends almost all of his time online with a woman.

You. fallingstarwishes, the one and only. A name she swears she’s heard him mutter to himself in his sometimes fitful sleep upon busting into his room to wake him up for breakfast and training. 

“He took almost a whole week off for that?” The Vice Captain grunts in response to her question, attention still buried in the clearly interesting incident forms in front of him  “Is she coming to see him or is she just…coming?”

Hasegawa shrugs, flipping the paper in front of him to complete filling out the other side with a sigh. 

“Dunno. He’s been very elusive about the situation so I don’t imagine he knows either.”

For a reason she can’t quite put her finger on, this unknown frustrates Kikoru. She has never met you and doesn’t know enough to parse your intentions either way but it’s clear that whatever is happening between the two of you, Narumi is so smitten he practically runs from dinner on the nights you come calling, luring him into a lobby for a fresh new game or a voice chat like a siren.

“Did he say what they’d be doing?”

Sighing again, the man shifts his focus from the desk to his young division member, twisting the chair back and forth with his heel.

“Akihabara today and he only told me so I’d know where to find him in case we needed him later.”

She smiles, turning on her heel to head back toward the door. 

“Where are you going?” Hasegawa asks, still leaning backward. 

Stopping for a moment, she glances over her shoulder. 

“To see what’s going on for myself. I’ll be back later.”

Another moment passes and she’s gone as quickly as she arrived, as a young lady on a mission should. 

・・───・・✦・・───・・

Far under a half hour later, Kikoru finds herself stepping off of a train in Akihabara, surprised by how expansive and loud everything is. 

In the past she would have chosen to take a chauffeured vehicle to her destination. After her move to the first division, in an effort to assimilate with her new squadmates, she’s started to embrace the little things; the train rides and the shared meals after a victory. At first she felt these things were a waste of time and always would be but the more she does them, the more she begins to feel like her comrades are a family of sorts.

Strangely, Narumi being the one she’d consider family the most. Perhaps it’s his tie to her father and his impact on her Commander’s life that has caused the kinship she feels but it’s more likely that it’s because of the man himself. It’s odd and unbelievable to most but he wears his heart on his sleeve. 

Every expression he wears and every outburst he makes are simply side effects of someone who is unable to hide his feelings. As someone who tends to operate in the opposite way, hiding hers and keeping them concealed, she finds him equal parts frustrating and fascinating and has become very protective over him in the meantime. 

What if your intentions aren’t pure? She has witnessed the way his face lights up talking about his gaming partner more than once. You mean a lot to him and she cannot stand by and run the risk of him being embarrassed in case you don’t feel the same.

Digging out her phone, she types in the name of the giant arcade she knows is closest to the station and heads toward it. It’s a short walk and she finds her way inside the sliding doors without any effort at all, almost immediately spotting her superior’s uniquely dyed hair standing a bit taller than most of the other people in this massive space.

“Hey, Narumi!” 

Calling his name, she raises her hand in the air and starts to wave at him. Wasting no time, he stomps toward her, grinding his teeth together so hard that his jaw is visibly ticking. 

“What are you doing here?” He hisses, meeting her halfway with candy in his hand and fury written all over his face.

She shrugs, plucking a strawberry gummy from the open package. “I was in the neighborhood and smelled you from down there.” Popping the candy into her mouth, she chews and motions her head backward toward where the end of the street would be located if they were outside.

“Who told you I was here? Was it Hasegawa?”

Kikoru holds up her hand and shakes her head. 

“You say that like it's hard to figure out where you’d be to begin with or something. You only have one hobby and this street is full of things meant to attract people like you and nobody else.”

Gen rolls his eyes and pulls his arm out of reach the minute she moves to grab another gummy from the package, huffing loudly. “These aren’t even mine.”

Raising a brow, she smirks. 

“Oh so they’re hers?” 

He opens his mouth to argue back with her, managing only to get the first bit of Hasegawa’s name out of his mouth before you round the corner, holding two tiny stuffed plush characters and beaming. Your smile dims slightly, eyes flitting between Gen and Kikoru.

You were warned that he may have to leave if an emergency erupts but you never would’ve guessed it would be so soon into the first day of your visit. The disappointment is hard to hide but you put on a brave face regardless, slowly approaching where the pair are standing. 

Opening your mouth, you are only able to get the first bit of the traditional Japanese way of saying hello out before Shinomiya interrupts you.  

“I speak English fluently.”

Nodding, you smile politely and awkwardly shift your weight from foot to foot. “I get the sense you’re good at everything you try. You have that energy.” Your attempt to lighten the strange mood with a compliment goes over well and she visibly perks up upon receipt. 

The relief washes over you immediately. Your smile becomes a little less tight though you keep looking at Gen out of the corner of your eye, hoping he’ll give you some kind of explanation.

“So why are you here?” He finally asks his subordinate, lowering your candy so that you can reach it and focus on that instead of his lack of action. You pop a piece into your mouth and lean against the wall, chewing slowly.

“I told you. I was in the neighborhood and just bumped into you, is that alright? Do you own the city now?”

Listening to the two of them argue is like listening to your siblings bicker. You smile to yourself, remaining in place and reaching for another gummy. It’s best to let them hash it out, which is a lesson that is harder to learn than it sounds.

“When I do eventually own this city the first thing I do will be kicking you out of it. Forever. Banned. Never welcome here again,” Gen spits at her through still gritted teeth and you know the time to step in is now.

You quite literally step between them, back turned to Gen and face turned toward Kikoru. 

“We were just about to go have lunch if you’d like to join us.” Smiling, you nervously scrunch your nose, a habit you haven’t been able to break since your childhood. “It’s my treat for both of you.”

Not even Kikoru can turn down a free lunch so she agrees, eager for the opportunity to get to size you up a little more.

・・───・・✦・・───・・

Lunch has come and gone, evening beginning to descend upon a city that is never quite unlit. Even standing outside of the train station, the three of you seem a little worn from your day of adventure but you have been insistent upon getting a picture taken with Gen since the moment you guys left the last manga shop of the day around 30 minutes ago.

The two of you stand, trying for a selfie and failing and finally you feel compelled to ask the young woman who tagged along today for a little bit of help. She no longer glances at you like you’re an enemy but rather a curiosity, something she’d trap in a jar and inspect if it were up to her.

Gingerly, you turn to her with your phone clutched to your chest. 

“Shinomiya, I’m so sor –”

Gen cuts you off before you can go any further, putting his hand up. Your politeness is admirable and one of the things he has come to find most charming about you over the course of your first day spent together and even beyond that. Nonetheless, he needs to move on from this particular thing. 

He can smell your shampoo, faintly floral and clean. Your fingers dangle so close to his that the tips barely touch, the featherlight kiss of yours against his causing his head to spin. Everything about you feels too good to be true yet undeniably real all at once and he’s downright overwhelmed.

Sure, he has seen you in various states of undress and compromise digitally but there is a big difference between that and this. This closeness. It’s something he has longed to experience for longer than he’d care to admit, certainly to you. The indomitable man is so flustered his cheeks are beginning to warm from the inside out. There’s no doubt that Kikoru can see the faintest hint of pink even if he’s trying to hide it and he does what he does best.

Commands her. 

“Shinomiya, take the picture.”

She nods, smiling. The pink tint on his cheeks is the same shade as the pink in his hair which causes her to quirk a brow and smirk, silently warning him that she is fully aware of what’s happening.  “I would love to.” 

Kikoru reaches for your phone, arm extending as far as it can reach. You surrender the device with a genuine smile, as warm as she’s ever seen, cheeks so high from the size of your smile they make your eyes squint just a bit. You’re having the time of your life and it’s written all over your face. 

At the start of the day she considered that you’re only this happy because you are on vacation. She has spent the bulk of the rest of it quietly mulling over the possibility that you cashed in on an all too eager tour guide at the expense of his feelings, especially with as poor of a job as he’s done hiding them. 

“Scoot a little bit closer together.”

You beam and nod, moving until there’s no space between Narumi’s right arm and your torso. With your face turned fully toward him and glancing upward while your body leans on his shoulder with your arms gripping his bicep, she comes to the only reasonable conclusion that there is - you’re there for him. 

“Okay, ready? Make sure you’re nice and close to him.”

The mentee turns her face in the direction of her mentor and offers him a grin so wicked it takes a feat of Herculean strength to prevent him from calling her out. Fortunately for her he’s frozen in place. Slick as ever, she positions your phone so that it is covering her face to conceal what he can see but you cannot, too busy staring directly at him.

“Three…” she counts in English, slowly enough that Gen’s eyes start to widen beneath his bangs. “Twooooo.” She continues, wiggling her shoulders with a smile. “Make sure you’re holding onto him! And one! ”

She snaps a few photos in succession, certain at least one of them had to have turned out. A little voice in her head, the same one that reminds her constantly that Narumi is a person and not merely her superior, convinced her not to prolong his embarrassment. 

“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver.” 

Her eyes trail from the phone in her hand to your undeniably happy face and she nods, smiling in return. You reach for your phone and collect, turning to show him the fruits of her labor. Swiping between the pictures, eyes flitting between him and the screen, she’s once again shown what you’ve really come for.

She wonders, briefly and even more girlishly than she usually allows herself, if her mom used to look at her dad exactly the way you are looking at Narumi - through a pair of wide and bright eyes, wishing to watch the future unfold right in front of her with a man wearing a t-shirt and half smile that screams he’s afraid to believe in something in case it turns out to have been foolish to believe in the first place

“These pictures turned out amazing, Shinomiya. Thank you again.”

Then she shakes her head, wiping away the thought, opening her mouth to respond to you.

“You’re welcome and no need to be so formal. Call me Kikoru.” You may as well be granted the privilege considering she knows this is likely far from the last time she’ll ever see you. 

Finally feeling secure enough with the situation to give you and Gen some privacy, she turns her back away from the pair of you who are exchanging goodbyes and making plans to see each other again in the morning. You’re headed back into Tokyo, taking a train to another district where your hotel lies and they’re boarding back to Ariake. 

“Goodbye Gen! Goodbye Kikoru! Get back safe.” You wave them off, turning toward your destination and the two of them wave in like. Kikoru looks up at her superior to see him hiding his smile by keeping his glance pinned at the ground, only looking up when his phone vibrates and messages from you fill the screen.

The pair enter the train while he reads, finding your spots and settling in them.

You: I had such a good time today. Thank you for everything, Gen. 

You: Attachment: 4 photos

You: I have to say we’re pretty cute together!

Chuckling, he lifts the phone high enough so that Kikoru can see the photos. She swipes through the quad, smiling at each of the photos in front of her. Her Commander stands next to you, stiff as a board with a slightly uncomfortable looking smile on his face, and you beam up at him. 

“Act like you’ve ever been around a woman before, Narumi. You’re stiff as a board in all of these pictures.” 

It’s amazing she was able to capture the moment exactly as she saw it. Maybe if this whole kaiju killing thing doesn’t work out she could be a photographer yet. 

She scrolls up slightly in the thread between the two of you and gasps, practically tossing his phone back into his lap. “You mean to tell me you’ve seen this woman at least partially naked and that’s how you’re posing with her for pictures?” 

Narumi mumbles beneath his breath next to her, shoving his phone into his pocket and propping his head up to look out of the window. A tentative silence falls between the two of them while Kikoru fishes out her own phone, eager to fill her head with something besides the memory of the extremely suggestive picture you’d sent him in the past.

Unexpectedly, he turns toward her and tilts his head.

“Why did you actually come today?”

Shinomiya smiles, scrolling through videos on her phone.

“To see if I approved.”

Rolling his eyes and scoffing, he leans into the seat behind him just as his Vice Captain did earlier. The two of them are far more alike than either could imagine.

“And?” He asks finally, fishing his phone out to type a message to you.

“She’s alright by me.”

Nodding, he types out a response to you and then watches it fly off across devices with a delivered notification beneath the bubble.

GN: Good news, Shinomiya approves. She also saw your boobs. Sorry.

He’ll make it up to you.

[philokaliist]

'Pretty Girl'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfAphrodite!Reader hc's💗

A/N:Felt like doing another one of these so here we are

So I feel like Clarisse La Rue with a daughter of Aphrodite as her girlfriend is a total power couple. Like, picture this – they totally clash with their godly parentage, but opposites attract,right?

I feel like Clarisse would call you 'princess' or 'pretty girl/thing,' just to tease you a bit, you know? And she deff calls you out for your lovey-dovey stuff, but secretly she LOVES it when you surprise her with flowers or write cheesy notes,even if she may not show it - but she does love it.

So I feel like she would totally be the protective one in the relationship - for obvious reasons - like no one messes with her girl. If anyone dares to flirt with you, Clarisse would be ready to throw a punch, no doubt.

I feel like Clarisse would have this tough exterior, but deep down, she's a total softie for you. Like,you'd have these secret moments where you just chill and talk about your day, and it's the cutest thing ever. She may not admit it, but she loves those moments.

She deff calls you 'angel,babe or princess' because, well, she's a daughter of Ares, and you're her partner in crime.

And when you fight side by side in Capture the Flag, it's like a power duo – Clarisse and her girl taking down anyone in their way - well,mostly Clarisse,but still.

I feel like she would lowkey enjoy doing little romantic gestures, but she acts all cool about it. Like, she might get you a small heart-shaped necklace, and when you thank her, she'd be all like "Yeah, whatever, it's just a dumb gift." but she'd secretly bite back a smile.

Clarisse would totally be the one to initiate sparring sessions just for the heck of it. Like, "Let's see if your lovey charms can protect you in a real fight, Princess." But deep down, she knows you can hold your own, and she respects that.

I feel like she'd have this signature battle cry, and whenever you hear it, you know Clarisse is coming to kick some ass.

She deff has a soft spot for your handmade gifts, like if you craft her a bracelet or something. Clarisse may act all tough, but she treasures those things like they're made of gold.

So I feel like Clarisse would totally get jealous if someone else challenges her in the arena. Like, she's the top dog, and no one should even think about taking her spot. But she'd secretly love the fact that you're cheering her on.

I feel like she'd have a nickname for you.And when she uses it, you know she's in a good mood or trying to lighten the mood after a tough training session.

She deff appreciates when you notice the small details about her, like the scar on her arm or the way she ties her hair back.It's like you see past the tough exterior,and Clarisse finds that pretty damn special.

Honestly, Clarisse would totally have a soft spot for animals, especially if they're cute or fluffy. Imagine her trying to act all tough while secretly petting a camp kitten - it's a sight to behold - and she'd love it - especially if you owned a pet(even better if it was fluffy.)

I feel like she'd be the one to surprise you with impromptu dates, like a late-night stroll around camp or a picnic under the stars.Clarisse may not say it out loud, but those moments mean a lot to her.

She deff loves challenging you to physical competitions, whether it's a race or an arm-wrestling match. It's like her way of bonding, and she secretly enjoys the friendly competition between you two.

I also feel like Clarisse would totally have this protective vibe when it comes to sharing stories about her past. She may act all tough, but she trusts you enough to open up about her struggles, and that's a big deal.

I feel like she'd be a bit possessive, like marking her territory, especially in public. If someone even looks at you the wrong way, Clarisse would be quick to put them in their place. It's kinda hot in a protective, possessive way, you know?

She deff calls you "Gorgeous" in the heat of the moment, especially when you're alone and no one is around to witness her softer side.

Clarisse would totally get jealous when other campers compliment you,but she'd never admit it. Instead, she'd just glare at anyone who dares flirt.

She deff calls you out on spending too much time in the mirror, but deep down, she appreciates how you always look stunning – even in the middle of a war.

A/N:That's all for now.Made this while in class because I got bored of it

[teaboot]

Hi

I have a question for u

It is maybe a very cliché question but I am sincerely looking for the answer because it feels like most other people know it and just I don’t understand

So here we go: what differentiates love from friendship?

I can recognize friendship. All explanations given to me what others told me makes the distinction to loving someone (romantically?) didn’t make sense to me mostly because it always included some people that fall into the definition of friends

So yeah.. I’m having difficulty with relationships (apparently)

Thank u for ur thought! Ur blog always brings me happiness!

I hope u have a wonderful day with some quiet time to watch the fluffy creature

-🥬

Personal opinion?

Friendship is love. Love is friendship. Kissing is friendship and holding hands is love. Sex is friendship and washing laundry is love.

I've had crushes on people I'd never want to date. I have friends I'd be comfortable kissing. I don't think I've ever been attracted to sexually, but there are people I think are beautiful who make my heart race. I don't know if I've ever felt romantic attraction, but there are people I want to spend my life with, and others I'd rather admire from a distance, and others I want nothing to do with.

I think that honestly, really, words like "Husband", "Wife", "Partner", "Friend", "Queerplatonic", "Soulmates", "Life Partner"... I think they're useful tools to describe specific experiences, more than they are rigid boxes to sort and divide our experiences into.

I'm not sure if I understand tge difference between platonic affection, aesthetic attraction, romance, and friendship, but I find my best relationships so far have been, "We like being around each other, and we work together to find what kind of intimacy we want from each other".

Sometimes that intimacy is physical, like kissing or sparring. Sometimes it's emotional, like sharing feelings. Sometimes it's just good, quiet company, or doing things together.

I can't speak for your own experiences, but in mine, idk. Just kinda letting things happen.

(It is hard when you feel lonely, though, and don't know how to describe to most of the world what it is you want.)

Long post, but uh. Same boat, I suppose?

afraid I don't have a better answer right now, but if anyone else figures it out, I'd love to know.

Thanks for the ask, and I hope you're having a great day too!! ♡

[prettyboypistol]

Yo, cis guy here, I've always felt a lot of shame about being super gay for the tf2 men, because it made me feel like less of a man. You reckon I could possibly get a scout or engie x reader when theyre calling the reader handsome, pretty boy, big man, and lots of masculine petnames? Smut or fluff or ignoring this is fine

I really like your work dude 😁

fellow cis guy here- I totally get it man. i'm glad that other guys like me enjoy my work. I also struggled with my attraction to men and fictional men were (and still are) my escape from homophobia and biphobia. Stay safe, you're valid.

TF2 Mercs With a Masculine!Male Reader

Scout

He loves squeezing your muscles and feeling your abs, totally not thinking of you as a goal for himself!

Nicknames include: Big man, big boy, sweet cheeks, hot shot/stuff, bossman, stud, etc.

likes the feeling of your facial hair when you kiss him- it tickle/scratches him in the best way!

Soldier

Thinks of you as the best man in the unit of RED! You're an exemplary man with gusto and power to spare! Solly fell for you when he caught you on a morning run "to keep yourself fit". That dedication got his heart skipping!

Nicknames include: Soldier, pride, the unit's pride and joy, big man

arm. wrestling. as. flirting., sparring. as. flirting. honestly anything that gets him up close and personal to you

Pyro

Hold onto you like a damsel in distress and loves how protective you are over them. As much as Pyro would and has protected you from enemy Spies, they like depending on someone who can hold their own.

nicknames include: My fire, firefly, my fireman, big boy, handsome

They love how you treat them like "just another one of the boys" rather than "the creature"- it really hurts their feelings when they're excluded due to how they cope with life.

Engineer

God he couldn't have asked for a better assistant. You grab heaps of metal for him, toolboxes, and sentries you can pick up with both hands and carry over to him!

Nicknames include: Hoss, handsome, big man, sir, boss

loves watching you work out while he works on his bench (sometimes even being your bench weight)

Demoman

He treats you like how he'd treat any partner of his, no changes. Demo's kind, loving, tender, but would let you fend for yourself to not baby you.

Nicknames include: dear, darlin', lovely, loverboy, handsome, best-shag-of-my-life

loves cuddling up to you and just burying his face in your muscles- but when he's not sleepy he is constantly hooting and hollering about how awesome his boyfriend is.

Heavy

a lot more friendly about his romance, treating you more like a best friend than a romantic partner in public mainly due to his anxiety about "being caught"

nicknames include(mostly in russian): lover, love, handsome man, hero, heart

he loves kissing your strong hands and sliding his hands over your muscles, it assures him that you're strong enough to take care of yourself, and that eases his worries.

Sniper

god this is a useless gay man. he sees you crush a bonk can and his heart skips a beat. you take off your shirt and he's speechless. you make him unprofessional and it ruins him internally.

nicknames include: Hotstuff, love, mate, darling, chickadee, big bugger, bear

he likes asking you to carry his stuff, complaining about his aching arms (totally not to watch you carry his things!!!)

Medic

ooooh god this man is a HOMOSEXUAL for you. on GOD.

nicknames include: honeybear, my love, my heart, my magnum opus, big man, beast

can, has, and will continue to flirt with you on the battlefield, no matter who sees him do it. If anyone gives you shit for being gay, he's instantly at your side and ready to beat them down with you

Spy

i mean... if you have a degradation kink go ahead i guess? he treats you like a bodyguard in public and is cold and callous in other's eyes. they think he hates you. In private however he is all over you. kissing, holding, embracing, etc., whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

nicknames include: my sweet love, my man, my handsome, big beauty, sweetness

although he seems uncaring in public, anyone who disrespects you gets backstabbed as "target practice" later when they least expect it.

[mochiajclayne]

reasons why zosan and lawlu works so well:

traumatized‼️ north blue boys and their dumb (affectionate) east blue partners serving whimsy in their lives

law is as stubborn as luffy is and majority of the time, doesn't even provide context in his orders

sanji receiving training on how to use swords when he was still in germa and zoro not even changing his sparring partner when brook (also a swordsman) is right there

put these four men in the same room and it's chaos incarnate

it's either zoro or sanji (sometimes both) who knows what's up with lawlu before they even date

law is the second unfortunate victim of catching zosan shenanigans on the spot (the first one is usopp)

luffy and law shares so many similarities /crying

zoro and sanji complimenting each other behind their backs but bickering whenever they're together and god I never get tired of them acting like an old married couple

law giving in to luffy's shenanigans within the same day of meeting him again will never be not funny

zoro was so real for securing sanji way back in little garden through challenging him (being rivals is a lifetime commitment anyway)

it wasn't so "surgeon of death" of law to save the man he met in a human auction several days ago but when luffy punched that celestial dragon, I just know law was locked and whipped right then and there

I just know some soldiers in G-5 base are lowkey shipping zoro and sanji after that one interaction they witnessed in punk hazard lmao

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

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CHAPTER FOUR

WARNING: SMUTTTTTTTTT

You and Aizawa watched the students as they sparred together. He strategically placed the students with each other, their partners having what they don't have. Whether it's patience, strategic skills, or being a team player, all of the matches work.

"Has Shoto ever said anything to you about his dad?" You lean back in the bleachers.

"Not really. He stays to himself a lot, but any time anyone ever mentions the new #1 hero, Todoroki rolls his eyes. Why?"

"Enji is trying to rebuild his relationships with his kids, and I have a feeling that one is gonna be tough to crack."

"You and Endeavor are close?" Aizawa sounded genuine.

"You could say that. He does tell me a lot about his past, and all of the mistakes he's made. One of them being so hard on Shoto."

All Aizawa does is nod as he continues to watch the students. "You know, about our past-" He began to speak.

"What about it?" You turn to look at him, your mind getting lost in his dark chocolate brown eyes.

"I, I've always -" He turned his knees towards you as he spoke.

"MR. AIZAWA BAKUGO IS GOING TO KILL MIDORIA!" Iida ran to the bleachers. "I'M NOT SURE WHAT HAPPENED BUT BAKUGO IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE. LITERALLY."

You and Aizawa immediately jump onto the ground to find the pair. Bakugo looks like he wants to destroy anything in his path. Aizawa turned into Eraserhead to stop him from going any further.

"You got off easy because they're here." Bakugo said to Midoria. "Whatever your quirk is, mine is better and I WILL beat you."

"Um... okay." You press your hands to Midoria's shoulders. "Midoria, why don't you take a breather." You turn to look at Midoria, who is a bit shorter than you. His eyes are big and glossy, like he's about to cry. He nods and turns to go to the bleachers.

You turn your attention to Aizawa. He's lecturing Bakugo with his back to you. Your eyes scan over his body - his broad shoulders, muscular arms, smaller waist, and his long legs. His wavy hair was pushed back against his goggles.

You caught yourself staring a bit too long.

Shit.

What is this feeling?

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For the rest of the week you tried your best to focus on planning out your classes. After all, next week you'll be on your own.

You also avoided Aizawa. You would leave class before him, and leave your room after him in the morning so you wouldn't have to talk to him.

You had some feeling in your stomach when you looked at him. A feeling that was unwanted by your brain, but your heart continued.

Keigo, however, you have not been avoiding. You had fun when you hung out with him. Actual fun. He's very sweet and takes note of everything you say.

He also made it a habit to call you during your lunch every day.

"So I was thinking we could go out on a date tomorrow night." Keigo said as you pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder.

"Where were you thinking?" You open your container, mixing your salad with your fork.

"I was thinking we could do dinner downtown and then talk a walk around the park. It should be a nice night out."

"Pick me up at 7." You smile and take a bite of your caesar salad. "No flying, though. I don't want to get sick."

"Aw come on, I wanted to show you how high I can go."

"Fine." You roll your eyes, flickering your gaze up to the tall man in front of you. "I'll see you tomorrow." You hang up the phone.

"You've been avoiding me." Aizawa sat down across from you in the teachers lounge.

"I would never do touch a thing." You placed your hand on your chest. "You're my absolute favoriteeeee person, why would I do that?!"

"I don't know." He placed his arms on the table in front of him. "Is the bird telling you not to talk to me?"

"Shouta why would you say something so stupid." You dug your fork in your food. "I don't belong to anyone, so I can talk to whoever I want and if Kiego ever even suggest that I don't talk to a particular person, he will no longer be in my life."

"Mm." He nodded, watching you put your fork in your mouth, your lips wrapping around the utensil. You take note of his eyes on your lips, but you don't say anything.

You want to see how far you can get him. How much you can make him... want you.

You can't even deny it anymore. The thought of Aizawa getting turned on by you gets you turned on.

You're single. You can date whoever you want. However many men you want.

You purposely got some dressing on your lips and didn't wipe it off. Knowing that Aizawa would point it out.

"You have dressing on your face." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh! Thank you." You pull out a compact mirror and dip your finger in the spot with the dressing, then sliding your index finger in your mouth to lick off the dressing.

Aizawa watched as your full lips wrapped around your index finger. His eyes scanned your dainty hands, your baby pink almond shaped nails perfectly manicured. He's careful not to show too much emotion, but he can't help the excitement growing in his pants.

"Oh, lunch is over. I'm gonna go train a bit, I feel a bit rusty." You stand up quickly and shove your lunch container in your bag. "See you Monday, Eraser."

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You decided on a white square cut crop top with straight leg jeans that fit you just right, accentuating your curves. Paired with your white platform converse and gold accessories - you were ready.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, making sure your hair is in place and your makeup is just the way you like it. Clear lip gloss topped the entire look off, leaving you looking juicy and glowy.

At 7 on the dot, there was a knock at your door. Keigo was wearing a black shirt with a black jacket, similar to the one he wears with his hero uniform. His wings are on full display - you can tell he takes great care of them. They're shiny and voluminous.

"You look beautiful as usual." Keigo pulled a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Two dozen red roses. "More beautiful than these flowers."

"Keigo, you are so sweet." You grab the fur lining of his jacket, pulling him closer to you. You pressed your lips against his, to his surprise. The smell of roses flooded your nostrils as you kissed him with a mix of his sandalwood cologne. "Let me put these in a vase before we go." You turn and walk back into your apartment.

You place the vase in the middle of your kitchen island, making sure there's enough water. "Okay. Ready." You pull your purse over your shoulder and walked to Keigo in the doorway.

He held out his hand for yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. "You ready to fly?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Keigo took you in his arms bridal style and took flight. His wings allow him to gain height at insane speeds - your mind almost coun't comprehend it. Your grip on him tightened as you got higher.

"It's okay. I'm not going anywhere." Keigo kissed the top of your head. "Open your eyes."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and saw the night sky. You were in the clouds, the stars shining above you.

"Wow, this is breath taking." You leaned your head on his shoulder. You felt his hands tighten around your legs, his thumbs grazing your skin.

"This is how I feel when I'm with you." His eyes analyzed your face as he spoke. You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, letting your mouths crash together. Your hand presses against his cheek as you deepen the kiss with your tongue. You hear his breath hitch as your tongue dances with his.

"We can't do this up here. I can't promise I can stay focused on flying." He pecked your lips quickly before he started the descent back to the ground.

The rest of the date was great. You and Keigo always have fun together and this time was no different. Laughs and smiles are mandatory when you spend time together.

He would steal kisses during dinner when you weren't expecting it. It was adorable.

Keigo is incredibly sweet, caring, kind, and outwardly shows his interest in you. He's what you need.

When the date was over and it was time to drop you off at your place, you didn't want the night to end.

"Do you want to come in?" You lean your back against the door. Your voice was low, almost a whisper, and your mouth formed into a smirk.

"I'm not sure I'll want to leave if I go in." He leaned in, hovering his lips over yours.

"It's not a school night." You tilt your head up to graze his lips. He held himself back from attacking your lips right then and there. You turn your key into your door and grabbed his hand, bringing him into your place.

Keigo wasted no time taking off his jacket and taking you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips attached to yours. He was so needy, which you love. His hands planted on your plump ass as he walked to your bedroom.

Giving it a squeeze before laying you down on your bed, he left kisses on your neck down to your chest. Your buried your hands in his hair as he kissed every inch of your chest.

His lips sucked on various spots on your chest as his hands pulled your shirt down inch by inch until your nipples were revealed. "May I?"

You only nod, your hands almost cradling his head as he attached his lips to your hard nipple. He took one hand to the other tit, kneading it gently as he sucked on the nub.

You could feel your panties soaking at this point. Keigo likes to take his time and enjoy every inch of you. But you wanted him now, at this moment.

It's been years since you've had sex. But you haven't felt like this in... a long time. The heat from your desire taking over your brain.

"Kei," You moan softly as his wings expand.

"Yes?" His honey eyes are magnets to yours.

"I need you." You held yourself up but your forearms as you watch him slide his shirt over his head and wings. His abs were shining from the slight sweat leading down to his pants.

"These need to come off too." You pulled on his jeans.

"Are you sure? We don't have to. I don't want you to feel-"

"Keigo." You pressed his chin between your thumb and index finger so he had to look at you. "I said I need you."

Without another word his pants were off along with yours. You're both only in your underwear at this point but you can see his thick cock outline through the fabric.

He pulled his length out of his boxer briefs. Your eyes grew wide at his size, he wasn't overly big but he is thick.

"Do you have condoms?" His body hovered over yours.

"Yes." You grab the box out of your nightstand and pull one out, handing it to him. He slid it on quickly before kissing your lips gently.

"We don't have to do this."

"Keigo, I want to. Stop worrying." You hook your finger onto the lace of your underwear to pull them down.

He positioned himself in front of your soaking entrance. He locked his eyes with yours as he gently, inch by inch, slid his length into you.

Your pussy was wet and tight around his cock as it adjusted to his size. Your eyes rolled back as Keigo watched his length disappear inside of you.

Once he was all the way in, he developed his rhythm. His left arm was next to your head as he thrusted into you, his bicep caging you in. You bring your hand to the back of his head and tangle your fingers in his honey locks. He loved when you touched his hair - it made him want to pound into you even more.

"Fuck, Kei." Your pussy clenched around him. Your other hand landed on his back, your nails dragging along his skin leaving scratch marks. His strokes were deep as he almost slammed into you. He's quiet when he fucks apparently because you were the only one talking.

His pace quickened as he earned moans from your lips. He planted his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting simultaneously. There were no kisses, this man was straight up marking you.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you when he pounds into your pussy, assumingely because he's close. The thought of him coming sends your brain on a high. Your gummy walls pulsate around him as you came undone around him. He's still thrusting into you, focused on your face.

He kissed your lips roughly as he thrust into you one last time. He moans your name, finally speaking as he reaches his high.

He's still inside of you as you both come back down to earth. He reluctantly slides his cock out, then taking off the rubber.

He comes back from the bathroom with a towel as he lays next to you. No words were exchanged, but he was all smiles. He patted your sweaty skin with the towel as he kissed your forehead.

"Baby bird, you're gonna be the end of me."

[mya-valentine]

Headcanon: Kirishima, Bakugo, Kaminari, and Sero With a Tomboy Girlfriend

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima loves how active and energetic his tomboy girlfriend is. They often work out together, whether it's lifting weights, sparring, or going on intense hikes. He finds her strength and endurance super manly (in a good way).

They both have a similar laid-back fashion sense, preferring comfortable, athletic wear. Sometimes they accidentally match outfits—both rocking ripped jeans, tank tops, or graphic tees—and Kirishima thinks it's awesome!

He absolutely loves her tough and no-nonsense attitude. She’s not afraid to stand up for herself or others, and Kirishima admires her for it. He often tells her how much he appreciates her confidence and how "manly" it is.

They have a fun, competitive dynamic. Whether it's arm wrestling, who can do more push-ups, or even something silly like video games, they love trying to outdo each other. It never gets too serious—it's all in good fun and usually ends in laughter.

Kirishima respects that she’s independent and doesn’t always rely on him. It’s one of the things that makes him proud to be with her. He knows she can handle herself in tough situations, but he’s always ready to back her up if needed.

Despite her tough exterior, she has soft moments with him when they're alone. She may not be super into public displays of affection, but when it's just the two of them, she lets her guard down and shows her affectionate side.

Kirishima loves that she's a tomboy but also encourages her to embrace any feminine side she may have. If she ever feels like dressing up or wearing something girly, he’s her biggest hype man, complimenting her endlessly and telling her how beautiful she is.

Their dates are often action-packed, like going to the gym, hiking, rock climbing, or even playing a sport together. But they also enjoy simple, laid-back hangouts like watching movies or eating at casual spots, where they can just be themselves.

They constantly boost each other’s confidence. She admires his strong sense of loyalty and determination, while he’s always blown away by how fearless and bold she is. They’re each other’s biggest fans, always cheering each other on.

She isn’t afraid to playfully roughhouse with him. They’ll have mock fights or pretend wrestling matches, with her catching him off guard with her strength and him being impressed every time.

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugou loves how his tomboy girlfriend doesn’t take crap from anyone, including him. Her bold attitude matches his own, and he respects that she can hold her own in any situation. He secretly loves when she challenges him, whether it's verbally or physically.

They don’t do the typical cutesy stuff. Instead, their relationship is more practical and straightforward, which Bakugou prefers. They show affection through actions rather than words—like cooking meals for each other or working out together.

His girlfriend is his go-to gym partner. They push each other to do better, constantly competing to lift more, run faster, or last longer during a sparring session. Bakugou loves the fact that she’s strong and doesn’t mind sweating it out with him.

Their relationship is full of teasing and banter. Bakugou’s always making sarcastic remarks, and she fires back just as easily. It keeps things fun, and he secretly enjoys how she keeps him on his toes.

She’s not afraid to get dirty or take risks, whether it's during hero training or in everyday life, which he finds incredibly attractive. Her tough, no-fear attitude complements his explosive personality perfectly.

Bakugou is fiercely protective, but he doesn’t coddle her. He knows she can handle herself, and he respects that. If someone underestimates her, he’s the first to step in with a smirk, proud that they’re about to get proven wrong.

He loves how independent she is. She doesn’t need him to fight her battles or help her out of tricky situations, and that makes him even more attracted to her. However, he’s always there if she does need backup, and he’ll go all out if anyone crosses her.

Bakugou doesn’t mind that she prefers a more casual, tomboyish style—he actually thinks it suits her better. He loves that she doesn’t feel the need to dress up or wear makeup just to impress people, and he secretly thinks she looks badass all the time.

While she’s tough and tomboyish around others, she has softer moments with Bakugou when they're alone. He may pretend not to care, but he appreciates these rare, quieter times, and it’s when he lets his guard down as well.

Dates with them are far from conventional. They prefer things like hiking, going to arcades, or intense training sessions over candlelit dinners. They both enjoy pushing their limits and trying new things, so dates often turn into mini competitions.

Though Bakugou won’t admit it, he loves how low-maintenance she is. There’s no pressure to be romantic or overly affectionate, but when they do have small intimate moments, it means a lot to both of them.

They’re both fiercely competitive, which shows up in nearly everything they do, from sparring to everyday challenges like who can finish their food first. Bakugou finds her drive incredibly attractive and enjoys that she’s always pushing him to do better.

Bakugou never underestimates her, knowing full well she can take care of herself. He’s genuinely impressed by her strength and skill, and though he might not say it often, he’s proud to have a girlfriend who can go toe-to-toe with him.

Denki Kaminari

Kaminari loves that his tomboy girlfriend is super chill and easy to hang out with. They can joke around, play video games, and tease each other like best friends. Their relationship feels effortless and fun.

He’s always making playful remarks about how cool she is, calling her “badass” or “dude” in a light-hearted way, and she teases him back just as much. Kaminari is super comfortable with her, and their banter is nonstop.

He adores her tomboyish look and compliments her on it all the time. Whether she’s rocking jeans, a hoodie, or her favorite sneakers, Kaminari thinks she looks awesome no matter what and often tells her how cool she is.

They’re always playing video games together, and it’s one of their favorite things to do. They’re equally competitive, and the trash talk is endless, but he secretly loves when she beats him because it makes him proud to have such a skilled girlfriend.

Kaminari loves that she isn’t afraid to get silly with him. They’ll pull pranks on their friends or each other, crack jokes, and just generally have a lot of fun together. Their relationship is full of laughter and light-hearted moments.

Kaminari finds it super attractive that his tomboy girlfriend is tough and strong. He’s in awe when she shows off her strength during training or battle and will often hype her up, calling her “the coolest” or “super strong.”

He tries to teach her about random things like the latest memes, but he loves when she teaches him how to do traditionally “tough” stuff, like fixing something or showing him how to do a specific workout. He’s always impressed by her skills and sees her as the ultimate role model in those areas.

Kaminari is all about low-key affection, like quick hugs, shoulder bumps, or leaning against her while they’re hanging out. He loves how laid-back she is about PDA, and they have a very relaxed, natural way of showing affection.

He loves that she’s always up for an adventure, whether it's trying out a new activity, pulling a harmless prank, or exploring a new place. Kaminari feels like they’re an unstoppable duo and calls them “partners in crime” whenever they’re getting up to something fun.

While he loves her tomboyish attitude, Kaminari also encourages her to explore other sides of herself. If she ever wants to wear something more feminine or experiment with a different look, he’ll be her biggest cheerleader, telling her she looks great no matter what.

Kaminari’s naturally flirty, and while his girlfriend isn’t one for super romantic gestures, he knows how to get her to blush with his playful and cheeky remarks. She might roll her eyes, but he knows she secretly loves it when he flirts.

While she’s totally capable of taking care of herself, Kaminari still has a protective side. He’ll step in if anyone underestimates or disrespects her, though he usually does it with a smile and a bit of charm, knowing she can handle things on her own but wanting to be there for her anyway.

They bond over music, and she often introduces him to new bands or more rock-heavy genres, which he loves. They’ll go to concerts together, and Kaminari gets super excited seeing her vibe with the music.

Kaminari plans dates that match their mutual laid-back energy, like going to an arcade, attending a concert, or trying out a new skate park. Their dates are always light-hearted, fun, and full of activities that let them be themselves.

Kaminari loves that she’s not super serious all the time. They can be total goofballs together, whether it’s making ridiculous faces at each other or joking around during training. It’s one of the reasons their bond is so strong—they can just relax and have fun without worrying about being “perfect.”

Hanta Sero

Sero loves how laid-back and down-to-earth his tomboy girlfriend is. Their relationship is easy-going, and they’re always super relaxed around each other, never feeling the need to impress or be overly formal.

Sero is big into skateboarding, and his girlfriend probably shares the same passion. They love hitting the skate park together, challenging each other to do new tricks, and having friendly competitions. He’s always impressed by her skills and brags about her to his friends.

Their dynamic is full of fun, playful teasing. Sero constantly cracks jokes and loves when she fires back with witty comebacks. He appreciates that she’s got a sharp sense of humor and can take his teasing in stride.

He thinks her tomboy style is awesome and even likes that she doesn’t spend hours worrying about her appearance. Sero often borrows her hoodies, and they swap hats or caps, making their style blend even more.

Sero is a master of pranks, and his girlfriend loves to join in. They’re always scheming together, pulling harmless pranks on their friends, and laughing like crazy afterward. She might even prank him occasionally, which he finds hilarious.

He loves that she’s active and isn’t afraid to break a sweat. They’ll often go jogging, do some skate tricks, or even help each other during training sessions at school. Sero admires her strength and loves how they motivate each other.

Sero’s super chill about affection, and his tomboy girlfriend is the same. They don’t do over-the-top gestures but rather small things like leaning on each other’s shoulders, playful nudges, or stealing his cap and wearing it. He thinks these little things are even more meaningful.

They’re the perfect partners in both training and daily life. Whether it’s navigating their way through a group battle or figuring out where to eat, Sero loves how smoothly they work together and that she’s always got his back.

Sero loves that she isn’t into traditionally “girly” things. He finds it refreshing that she’s confident in who she is, whether she’s joking around with the guys, being competitive in sports, or doing her own thing. He’s proud to be with someone so unapologetically themselves.

They often challenge each other to little competitions, from who can nail the best trick on their boards to who can tape the other in place first using Sero’s quirk. The lighthearted rivalry keeps things exciting and fun between them.

Sero loves that she doesn’t feel the need to act differently around him or anyone else. If she ever feels insecure or tries to tone down her tomboyish nature, he’s the first to remind her how amazing she is as herself and encourages her to own it.

They’re always up for trying something new and exciting, whether it’s rock climbing, hiking, or exploring a new city. Sero loves that she’s adventurous and that they can share in fun, spontaneous activities together.

Sero shows he cares through small, thoughtful gestures like making sure she’s comfortable or offering her his jacket when it’s cold. His tomboy girlfriend appreciates these little things, even though she’s totally capable of taking care of herself.

He loves that she’s not afraid to let loose and be goofy with him. They’ll pull faces, make ridiculous jokes, or have spontaneous dance-offs when they’re alone, and Sero enjoys how easy and fun their relationship is.

While his girlfriend might not be overly affectionate, Sero doesn’t mind. He loves their quiet, subtle forms of closeness—like sitting together, sharing headphones, or just hanging out in comfortable silence. They don’t need to say much to feel connected.

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[edwardallenpoe]

another bagginshield story idea because the writers block is still kicking my ass but I need to write it down.

What if Bilbo lies about his and Thorin's relationship and tells whoever asks that they're partners. HERE ME OUT! I know this sounds shitty BUT

What if he does it so that people can leave him alone. Or to get discounts/tax benefits (however taxes work in Middle Earth/The Shire). What if he uses his Scary Boyfriend Privileges. What if people already assumed they were together and he was too exchausted with Everything to correct anybody and at some point after wearing the mithril armor everyday and having braids Thorin put in and doing traditionay hobbity and Dwarvish courting customs he's says "fuck it we practically are at this point" lmao. Like they share food and spar together and both of them have continually refused marriage proposals and Bilbo's like "well if he doesn't know we're married then sucks to be him" about Thorin.

WAIT BETTER IDEA HIT WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS

BOTH of these cringefail losers lie. :00 Imagine: after months of living in Erebor and doing traditionally Dwarvish courting customs and Bilbo keeps being badgered about it he lies and tells people he's courting Thorin. And also uses this as a way to keep potential suitors from marrying Thorin. He's intercepting letters from suitors and being like "oh whoops sorry news must travel slow to Ered Luin but Thorin is already engaged:(( yep I know. Welp. Good day."

Then. For some reason both he and Thorin travel back to The Shire right. They're staying there for a month or two. rumors obviously start about why and where Bilbo had left. And while they're there they do traditionally hobbity courting customs and so nosy cousin's and neighbirs start badgering Thorin about their relationship and their adventure and Thorin's just like "yeah we got married back in Erebor. Yep right after he slayed a dragon. Yeah he was too cool to not marry. Yep."

And so someone like random like Drogo Gamgee or smt mentions what Thorin's been talking about to Bilbo and a dwarf from Ered Luin sends Thorin a raven and they both find out what the other was saying behind each other's backs and make out so hard Mordor explodes. Or something.

Idk it is like. 5:30 am rn. I had maybe an hour of sleep before I woke up in a cold sweat to write this down and read @/conkers-thecosy fanfics. You're welcome.

Edit: chapter one of Dragonfly is now here :>

[pendarling]

You're Not Jealous?

"Who?" Hero asked again and tilted their head awkwardly.

Villain's hands danced in the air in a mocking gesture, "You know, that newer hero with the bright red hair." They chuckled, "Isn't that strange?"

The media loved it when civilians made Villain and Reddi a new couple; they hadn't known Reddi for long, and they had only left a small impression on them, nothing like what Hero was to them but enough to capture the civilian's interest. Enough to make them a pair and proudly display it wherever the internet's influence could spread, and for Villain, this would be a perfect opportunity to get their Hero's blood boiling. However, it seemed that jealousy wasn't on the list of emotions Hero could display.

"Well?" Villain egged.

Hero shrugged, almost confused at how to respond. Were they too angry to properly convey their emotions or too ashamed that they held feelings for someone they weren't supposed to? Did they have any of those feelings at all? It was hard to assume when it came to Hero. Their expressions never gave way to a proper answer, and the response desired didn't appear. Maybe Hero wasn't looking at it from their perspective, but for Villain, this was Hero's only chance to prove what they had always believed.

"I don't know, Villain. The world has a funny way of twisting things. Congratulations, I suppose."

Congratulations?

What?

Villain laughed in a sudden burst of spontaneity, "No, no, no, I don't even know Reddi like that. It's a comical way of sorting two people together."

They smiled back softly, uncertain of what to make of the topic. Just a moment ago, they had been sparring like usual, but Villain's sudden shift to this conversation did make them think for a bit.

Villain couldn't decide what was next, they wanted Hero to get angry, but this wasn't what they planned. Reddi was a lot stronger than Hero in all aspects, but it wasn't as if Villain valued just physical strength and they'd hoped Hero would get the message by now.

For Hero, it would just seem so pointless to fight about it. "I'm not one for starting an argument about that if that's what you're suggesting." They tucked a strand of hair, slightly fiddling with it as a distraction. If Villain wanted to, they would. Hero has seen everything they're capable of, and they wouldn't hold them back from any new interests.

"Hero, I'm…" They took a breath, a little startled at the lack of care. "I'm not one for these ridiculous rumours either, but wouldn't it be a little more sensible if they had at least chosen a more… fitting partner for me?"

"Well, let's not take these things too seriously. They don't know you after all--"

"It's a bit frustrating, though," They stepped closer. How was Hero not angry yet? Does nothing stir them? "I would be pretty frustrated after being a villain for years, and they still can't seem to get anything right."

"Villain--"

"If it was the other way around, I wouldn't take it."

Hero remained silent this time, contemplating whether they were supposed to respond or not. Villain had never been so openly passionate about a topic concerning civilian speculations about their city's greatest heroes and villains. "What's wrong, Villain?"

Villain's brows furrowed, and their breath slowed. It was the first time they had felt their heart race so much at something so trivial. Perhaps they really were blowing this way out of proportion. "Because you were supposed to…" Their pulse beat so loud it was heard in their ear. Villain thought they might've just fainted. "I just need to know we didn't do all this for nothing."

It was hard putting words together, a lot harder than planning any deadly plan to undermine the entire city. What Villain kept out was their desire to be chased. Any hint at all from Hero at this point would suffice, just to prove to them that their advances wouldn't go unanswered for too long and that there would be an eventual end goal. However, Hero wasn't budging; their eyes looked sorrowful this time, and their fists were uncurled. Villain slowly moved to reach for their hand, hesitant but still searching for the version of Hero they'd assembled throughout their interactions.

"It's strange isn't it?" They spoke softer this time; Villain stared longingly into their eyes. "That I'm the one feeling this way instead of you."

Hero sighed as they felt their fingers cross with Villain's. "You wanted me to get all worked up over you." They smiled gently at them; a mix of new expressions patterned their face as their tongue battled to keep the secrets they'd been harbouring down their throat. "What would I do to stop you anyway?"

"What?" They breathed a bit startled at Hero's words. "Why wouldn't you?"

"I've seen your work a million times, Villain." They chuckled, their voice edging a certain forcefulness. "You're very thorough with what you do and how to get what you want. If you wanted something, you'd already have it by now."

The sun started to hide its rays behind the clouds, and Villain felt their adversary's hand slipping away from their grasp. "Some things are just harder to get." They said as their grip tightened with desperation.

"Some things preferred they'd ask nicely," They gazed at them with a timid look. "Without the games."

Villain eyed them further as their voice fell into a whisper. "Some things are harder to say." Though, they didn't think it would take long for Hero to have them all figured out by now.

Hero reached over to them and held the criminal's face in their hands with expectation. "Then show me." They leaned in and met Villain's lips in the middle, an uneasy shift, now fixated in its spot.

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