#Chicken scratch practice

[mookys-wips-and-practice-doodles]

Daily doodles day 1

Okay starting the daily doodles thing again since I'm not feeling utterly miserable anymore. If I'm well enough to work I'm well enough to draw.

[amesliu]

today i bring you doodle of regency!percy jackson from ttds by @captain-jackson with some s1 anthony bridgerton hair. tomorrow, who knows.

[sheepoftheseus]

spare ribs

[denomixgecko2]

Bad News: still can’t draw edgy anime furries

Good news: I CAN DRAW COMMUNIST SOVIET FURRIES

Yeah your gecko grew up with Ну Погоди. Let the vodka borsch jokes flood in.

I did chicken scratch both bc im lazy as hell and also I’m saving my actually GOOD LINES for Haru and Legoshi. Plus my cat keeps fighting tooth and nail to sit on my paper. But yeah maybe later I’ll draw Чебурашка и Крокодил Гена idk this is tumblr I can do whatever I want

[screwpinecaprice]

I woke up feeling like I was crying to sleep when I wasn't??? And my dream was about Mei from Turning Red riding a snow sleigh. Um There's nothing sad about that??? Lol

Anyway, the warm up sketches. The colors were added in Medibang. It was pretty fun, might do that technique some other time. My body still refused to recover from being bummed out throughout the day so I did house chores instead of commissions. 😅 Will try again tomorrow.

[sentientsky]

oh shit it was “make a terrible comic day” yesterday! have this scribbled msr shitpost i made super fast and Bad

(i fucked up the hashtag in the comic ugh whatever it’s part of the terrible appeal)

[mylifeiscomics]

Starting over.

I’ve expressed before I do not like the 50th because it took away from Nines story. He was the soldier, he experienced those horrors and he had to harden himself to do it. Now, I do like “the Night of the Doctor” which was with Eight and fits so perfectly with Nines character… so that’s the reference here. He chose to become the Ninth Doctor to get the job done but then when that was finished he was just left on his own to deal with that.

[illegiblehandwriting1]

hitting ultra-fast piccolo runs in cut time be like

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Drafted on 4/26, doodles from church (with mega spelling errors)

[miserye]

someone told me recently they thought my handwriting looked nice and i was like ....well that's certainly a first

[eyyyerie]

[loudestcloud]

My stepdad used to do the 126 thing but the thing is, he met us when we were all way too old for that, like WAY cos my siblings were fully teens n I think I was close to double numbers myself but somehow it still worked. I still use 126 for my physical 'diary' code cos it makes me laugh.

Lying to children is fun when they know you are being ridiculous. When you hold up a carrot like “guys look at this huge Cheeto” and they all scream “NOOOOOOOOO that’s a CARE-OTT!”

“What? No, it’s my giant Cheeto.”

“NOOOOOOO!”

[kthologue]

meet cute — dick grayson

synopsis. dick finally meets his match.

contents. fluff, meet cute, banter!!, dick found someone that matched his freak, matchmaker haley, established relationship

notes. quick drabble. there’s nothing i love more than writing banter for dick

The first thing Dick registers is the smell of coffee, its scent curling through the morning air. The second thing is the warmth pressed against his side, a familiar weight shifting slightly as the bed dips.

"You make the coffee, or am I dreaming?" he mumbles, cracking an eye open.

"Dreaming," you tease, brushing your fingers through his hair. "But I got up first, so I figured I'd be nice."

Dick hums, pulling you back down beside him. "Mm. Marry me."

"Already did, remember?"

"Best decision of my life." He presses a lazy kiss to your temple. Dick softly grips your chin before slotting his mouth against yours. Outside the bedroom, Haley lets out an impatient whine, toenails clicking against the hardwood.

A smile curves against your lips as Dick deepens the kiss, his free hand trailing down your back, holding you close like he never wants to let go. His grip is firm, his warmth intoxicating and you already know exactly where this morning is heading.

But the insistent scratching and pitiful whines from outside the door refuse to be ignored.

You pull away just as Dick leans in, earning yourself a dramatic whine of protest. His lips chase yours, his grip tightening. "Babe," he murmurs, a little breathless, "she can wait."

"She’s been waiting," you counter, amused. "And she’s missed you."

"Well, I missed you," he huffs, leaning in again, only for you to dodge him, fixing him with a knowing look.

He sighs, defeated. "Alright, alright. Duty calls."

Grumbling, he rolls out of bed, and you laugh, tossing a pillow at his back as he trudges to the door.

“Be nice,” you tease as he lets Haley in.

The second the door cracks open, she barrels into him, tail wagging so hard she practically vibrates. Dick catches her effortlessly, laughing as she smothers him in licks, all lingering traces of sleep and reluctance melting away.

“She’s our little matchmaker, after all,” you remind him, watching the way his face softens.

Dick looks up at you, a smile tugging at his lips between Haley’s eager kisses. His laugh fills the room, warm and familiar. Your favorite sound.

"How could I ever forget?"

Dick hadn’t expected anything unusual that day. It had been a normal walk. Until it wasn’t.

Haley was a good dog. A well-trained, even-tempered pitbull who never pulled on the leash, never bolted, never strayed. So when she suddenly yanked forward with enough force to nearly dislocate Dick’s shoulder, he barely had time to react before she took off.

"What the–" He staggered after her, half-jogging, half-stumbling as she dragged him down the street. "Haley, slow down! What has gotten into you?"

She wasn’t listening. Her ears were perked, tail wagging like she’d just spotted the world's biggest stash of treats. Dick barely had a second to brace himself before she barreled straight into a woman standing at the corner, nearly knocking her over.

"I'm so sorry–Haley!" Dick gasped, yanking the leash back.

The woman let out a startled laugh, catching herself just in time. "Wow, okay. Not how I expected to start my morning."

Dick winced. "Yeah, sorry about that. She doesn’t usually– uh– body-check people. Are you okay?"

"I think so. Can’t say the same for my dignity, though."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, if it helps, she only does this to people she likes. Which is a very exclusive club, by the way."

"Oh? So I should be honored?" you asked, arching a brow.

"Very." He smirked. "You’re in the same category as rotisserie chicken and that one mailman she has a crush on."

You snorted. "High praise. I’ll try to live up to it."

The two of you linger on the sidewalk, grinning at each other like idiots. The moment stretches just long enough for him to realize he had forgotten to introduce himself.

“Oh– uh, I’m Richard. But everyone calls me Dick.”

Your lips twitch as you nod slowly. “Nice to meet you, Dick.”

The way you say it is so smooth, effortless. It shouldn’t make his brain short-circuit, but damn if it doesn’t send a spark straight through him. He swears he can feel it in his fingertips.

Great. He’s a fully grown man, and somehow, you’ve got him feeling like a teenager with a crush.

Haley’s tail was going so fast her entire body wiggled with it, pure joy wrapped in fur. You crouched down, scratching behind her ears. “Well, aren’t you gorgeous?”

Dick cleared his throat, barely audible. “Yeah, you are.”

Your head snapped up. “What was that?”

“Must’ve been the wind.”

“Oh,” you mused, turning back to Haley. “Your dad’s got a pretty face, but I think he might be a little unhinged.” You don’t bother being discreet.

The pitbull tilted her head, eyes flicking between the two of you like she was weighing the evidence.

Dick huffed a laugh. “She’s deciding whether to defend my honor or side with you.”

“Smart girl, taking her time with the verdict.” You grinned, giving Haley an approving pat. “But seriously, I’ve never seen a dog so determined to tackle a stranger. Did you train her to be your wingman, or is she just naturally talented?"

Dick placed a hand over his heart. "I would never exploit my dog for romance."

"Uh-huh. So this is just a coincidence?"

"Purely."

"Right." You smirked. "And I’m supposed to believe this isn’t a well-rehearsed scheme?"

Dick grinned. "If it were, I’d like to think I’d have prepared better material. I’m usually much smoother."

"You’re really not."

"That’s the tragic part."

You laughed, standing up and dusting off your pants. "Well, Dick, I think your dog just got you a date."

He blinked. "Was that a yes? Or did Haley just finesse me into this?"

"Guess you’ll have to keep up and find out."

Dick opened his mouth, then paused, brow furrowing. "Wait, did I even get your name?"

You grinned. "Did I give it?"

"No, but I feel like I should have it before I let you con me into a date."

You tilted her head, considering. "I suppose that’s fair. But where’s the fun in just handing it over?"

Dick huffed a laugh. "So what, I have to earn it?"

"You’re catching on."

Haley barked once, tail thumping against the pavement like she was enjoying this far too much.

"Alright." Dick crouched, giving his dog a scratch behind the ears. "Haley, girl, looks like we’ve got a mystery to solve."

You laughed, shaking your head as you turned to walk away. "Try to keep up, Dick."

In that moment, he knew he was in trouble.

Dick didn’t have to be told twice.

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[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Werewolf

There's something terrorising your town every full moon. And a stroke of bad luck has you running into it more than once.

There's something terrorising your town.

The chickens are turning up dead, torn apart with their feathers and blood clumped together all over the yard. The pigs spend every full moon squealing and running around their pens like they can smell a predator in the air. The hunters say there's strange tracks out in the deep woods, tracks bigger than any wolf they've ever seen.

And there's scratches on your door - deep, gouged out claw marks like something wants to dig its way into your house.

You try not to get worked up about it.

It's probably just a fox or a coyote, right? Everyone knows they steal a chicken now and then. And you've seen the six-packs of beer your dad takes when he goes hunting. Dog tracks look pretty damn big when you're drunk and it's dark out, don't they?

You try not to get worked up about it, but every full moon you double check your locks.

You're squinting at the local paper when your best friend comes up behind you and slings his arm across your shoulders. He plucks the paper out of your hand and scoffs at the headline.

"Chickens found dead at McKinnly farm? No one should be surprised by that. Old McKinnly doesn't even have the coop properly fenced in."

"Hey! I wasn't done reading that."

He balls the paper up and tosses it into the dustbin with a smooth overhead throw.

"You are now. C'mon y/n, don't tell me you're buying into all this werewolf business too?"

Your best friend towers over you, every inch of him well bred, football star muscle. You have to crane your neck to properly glare at him.

"Don't be ridiculous. It's just sensational nonsense."

"Oh yeah? So you ain't scared of a big bad wolf breaking into your bedroom one night?"

It's your turn to scoff. "That's a pervert, not a wolf. How's a wolf even supposed to open a window?"

The school bell rings before he can give you an answer.

He groans. "I've got extra practice again tonight. Will you come watch me? We can get pizza after."

You grin. "Breaking News! Star quarterback needs his favourite cheerleader around to make life bearable."

He flicks your forehead. "Damn right I do. So whatcha say?"

"Sure. Someone's gotta be around to keep you on your toes."

It's only when he's long out of sight that you remember - you're one night away from the full moon.

He destroys his team mates at practice. When he's pounding down the field, head down and his fingers curled like claws around the ball, he almost looks inhuman.

After practice, he catches you before you can scramble away and rubs his sweaty face all over you.

"Ewwww." You shove him at him unsuccessfully. "You do that every time! It's so gross!"

"Gotta be faster than that squirt," he laughs.

By the time he's done in the locker room, you've already ordered pizza for the both of you.

You head up to the overlook, his old Mustang growling down the highway.

The overlook is exactly what it sounds like - a hill high over town with a great view of the twinkling streets far below. It's a clear night, and the almost full moon casts a silvery shadow over everything.

He slings his arm across the back of your seat and complains when you pick the olives off your side of the pizza.

"God, I hope your taste in men is better than your taste in pizza."

"My taste in men and pizza are equally questionable, thank you very much."

He laughs, "At least you're self aware. Speaking of guys, I know Murrey from Algebra asked you to prom, and Dave from Homeroom."

You groan. "How did you even hear about that?"

"I've got ears like a wolf." He turns to face you. "What did you tell them?"

"I said no. You and I go together every year."

"Atta girl." He sounds pleased.

You offer him some of your discarded olives and he bites them straight out of your fingers.

"Y'know, lots of girls were awfully disappointed you didn't ask them. When are you gonna get yourself a girlfriend, mister star quarterback?"

He leans down and ruffles your hair. "I got you in my life, don't I? That's plenty."

Eventually, his arm finds it's way to your shoulder, and he pulls you against his side. He's warmer than you and when you curl up against him, he smirks and says that's what you get for being hopelessly under dressed.

There's an old love song on the radio and you fall asleep with your hand knotted in his jacket.

He drives home extra slow and when he shakes you awake, his hands linger on your waist.

You rub your eyes groggily. "Goodnight mister wolf."

You're already halfway up the driveway before he replies, his voice too soft to hear.

"Goodnight little lamb."

On the night of the full moon, you wake up to a cloudy sky and your dog scratching at your bedroom door to be let out.

You struggle into your slippers and mutter about better toilet training. When you open the back door, he slips past your legs and shoots off into the trees. Yawning, you rest your elbows on the porch railing and try not to fall asleep.

It's only when you hear him yelping that you come awake fully.

"Cruiser? What's wrong boy?"

The street lights reach all the way to the edge of your lawn but the trees beyond are black dark. You make you way down carefully, your sense of unease growing with every whistle he ignores.

Your dad left his old wind up torch near the shed and you grab it. It whirs to life with a dull flicker.

Cruiser is whimpering louder now. You follow the sound of it, ducking under branches and trying not to slip in your flimsy slippers.

The clouds clear and for a minute or two, the forest is bright enough that you barely need the torch. You find Crusier backed up against a tree, his tail tucked between his legs. He ignores you when you call him, staring out into the dark and whining like you've never heard before.

"What's wrong boy? What's out there?"

You can't help the fear you feel. Your dog is hard to scare and you've never seen him this frightened.

Twigs snap in the gloom and you swing your torch around wildly. You try and tell yourself that it might be a deer, wandering in from the deep forest. But all you can think about is the local paper.

"Chickens torn apart. Vet suspects large wolf on the prowl."

But it can't be here, right? You're practically on the main road. You reach down and grab Cruiser's collar, your heart racing. The dog barely acknowledges you when you tug on it.

"Heel Cruiser. C'mon boy."

You try and whisper, but your voice comes out high and nervous. His whimper changes into a low growl that vibrates through his collar.

That's when the moon comes out again. And you see the werewolf.

It's coat is dark and thick, and it's crouched halfway behind a tree. Less than twenty feet away.

How the hell did it get so close without you hearing it?! Adrenaline slams into you and your heart skips into overdrive. You turn on your heel and run.

The funny thing about adrenaline is the way your own body takes control. You duck under branches before your conscious mind even realises they're there. You run faster than you ever thought possible, trees streaking by in black blurs.

You hear footsteps behind you but you can't tell if it's Cruiser or the wolf. You don't bother checking. You just keep your head down and sprint like the Devil is on your heels. Hell, he might be.

The werewolf catches you just as you break out of the tree-line. It slams into you from the side and sends you sprawling.

As you scramble to your knees, you get your first good look at the terror of the town. It's bigger than any wolf you've ever seen. Closer to the size of a small grizzly, with the thick fur to match. It's down on all fours, but it's forelegs are unusually long. It's paws are strangely misshapen and for a second, they look almost like hands. It's body feels more ape than wolf.

Oh, but it's teeth are all canine. All sharp, curving fangs, shining with spit.

It sniffs the air and with a start you realise that you're bleeding. Your palms are sliced up from trying to cushion your fall. Blood, you think numbly. Blood is supposed to make carnivores more aggressive. Whett their appetite.

Staring up at its drooling maw and narrowed eyes, you find it hard to believe anything could be more bloodthirsty.

It lunges for your throat and if it weren't for Cruiser, you'd be dead.

The dog shoots out from the forest, barking loud enough to wake the neighbourhood. He jumps at the creature's back, sinking his teeth into the fleshy muscle where neck and shoulder meet.

The werewolf roars.

It reaches up and tears Cruiser off with one nasty yank. Your dog thuds into the ground with an ugly cracking sound.

You scream - half terror and half rage. Cruiser is trying to stand, but can't manage it. One paw hangs uselessly. Oh, your poor, brave dog.

You act without thinking.

You lunge forward and punch straight at the werewolf's nose. It's hard and wet, and your fist keeps going even after contact. His teeth leave shallow cuts on your knuckles.

The werewolf yelps. Like a kicked puppy.

It backs away a few steps before lowering it's head and snarling. It gears up for another pounce.

That's when your daddy shoots it. The blast from his shotgun knocks the werewolf right out of the air.

It crashes down and scrambles to its feet. Its head swings wildly between you and your father. It growls one final time before turning on its heel and bounding into the trees.

How the hell could it even stand after a blast like that? You shudder, your eyes fixed on the trees.

You can hear your dad on the phone, frantically reporting to the Sheriff's office. You sink to your knees next to Cruiser. He draws his eyes up to yours and whines.

"My brave boy..." You stroke his head with the back of your hand and accidentally stain his fur with blood. "I'm so sorry. I'm so damn sorry."

He cranes his neck and licks the tears off your cheek. Just like when he was a puppy. You laugh, high and hysterical. And once you start, you can't stop.

Somewhere in the forest, the wolf howls.

You can't sleep at all after that. And when the Deputies question you, it takes almost all night. They don't believe you entirely, but the tracks their dogs pick up are strange enough to garner a few nervous looks.

You're on the porch, clutching a warm drink and watching the sunrise, when your best friend finds you.

He sweeps you up in a crushing hug, his cheek pressed firmly against your hair.

"Are you okay? I came as soon as I heard."

You pull away, confused. He cups your face in his hand and gently twists it left and right, scanning for any cuts or bruises.

"What? Who told you?"

He cooks his head. "You did. A few minutes ago."

Did you? You don't remember calling him. But you're tired and frightened. Maybe you just can't remember everything.

He sits you down on the porch swing and carefully inspects your palms while you tell him what happened.

"It wasn't a wolf. You believe me right? I saw it clear as day."

"You were pumped up on adrenaline and fighting for your life. You can't be sure what you saw." He sighs, "Maybe it was a wolf or maybe it was a bear or maybe it was some exotic animal that we've never heard about. But really y/n, it sure as hell wasn't a werewolf."

"Yeah... but..."

In the daylight, werewolves and horror feel silly. Illogical. You aren't a kid anymore, you shouldn't be letting your imagination run wild. There's definitely a reasonable explanation.

But every time you think about it, the more sure you feel. That creature was nothing normal or logical at all. It was wrong. Anatomy all out of proportion, eyes too bright and aware, the smell of it more like human sweat than dog musk.

No, you didn't imagine any of it. It wasn't a wolf at all.

"How's Cruiser doing?"

You take a sip of your drink and try not to cry. "Not good. The emergency vet came by and rushed him to surgery. Multiple broken bones they say, maybe some internal bleeding."

He sucks in a breath. "Oh y/n, I'm so sorry."

He opens his arms and you curl up against him gratefully. His letterman jacket is soft against your skin and the smell of him envelopes you.

"I still remember the day you got him for me," you say.

He rubs soothing circles across your back.

"He was such a runt back then. All eyes and big floppy ears. When you pulled him out of your jacket, I didn't realise he was a puppy. I thought you got me some weird stuffed teddy."

He laughs. "I tried putting a bow on him y'know. But he kept tryna bite my fingers off."

You laugh too. "I could never figure out why he didn't like you."

"Jealousy I say. Didn't want me to steal you away."

You punch his arm, smiling. "You're the only guy who'll compete with a dog for my attention."

"If that's what it takes. Put a leash on me right now if you want."

You scoff and curl up closer against him. "I would but they don't come in your size big guy."

You're too tired to notice the bruise on your best friend's nose, or the way he flinches when you touch his side. For a little while, you make the awful mistake of forgetting about the beast.

Prom comes faster then you expect. Your dress gets measured and tailored and steamed. You spend days practicing different hair styles. Cruiser limps around behind you, whining for treats like he wasn't touch and go just a month ago. The moon grows thin and then round again.

When you pull up at your best friend's house, his parents are on their way to a party of their own. His mother gives you a peck on the cheek and says you look stunning and to not forget the keys when you leave.

You laugh and wave them off and almost forget about the full moon streaming through the trees.

The house is quiet and you make your way to his room, your heels hanging from your fingers.

"Hey princess!" You knock on his door. "Are you ready yet? I'm coming in!"

You open the door to an empty room, his tux still on its hanger.

"Oh. My. God. How are you still not done?"

You can hear the shower running and you pound at the door. "We're gonna be late! I swear I'm going to kill you when you get out of there."

No response.

"Hey! I know you can hear me!"

Still nothing.

You try the handle and the door swings open a crack. Steam billows out and you slap a hand over your eyes before you can see anything too revealing.

"Hurry it up! We're gonna miss all the good songs if you don't get dressed soon. Do you really wanna slow dance to something Mr Jared the gym teacher picks out?"

You hear the slap of footsteps on wet tile and breath a sigh of relief. "Did all that football practice knock your ears outta wack? I've been yelling at you since I got here."

Something growls, low and deep.

Your eyes shoot open and you step back. But you're still too slow to react and the werewolf leaps at you. Its heavier than a man and you tumble to the floor together, its paws pinning you down by the shoulders.

Its snout is right in front of your face, almost touching your nose. Lips curl away from awfully long fangs.

It growls almost like a man, almost like it's saying, "Mine."

You scream, kicking and tossing and failing to get away. It's claws prick holes in the satin of your dress and draw little beads of blood.

You scream your best friend's name, terrified that the beast got him too. You're going to die, you think desperately, you're going to die and your poor mother won't even be able to refund your prom dress. If you weren't screaming, you might have laughed.

But the monster doesn't kill you.

Instead, it licks the tears off your cheek. Just like Cruiser did a month ago. It growls again, but the sound is lighter. Pleased almost.

You grow still, confused and terrified of provoking it. Your best friend's room is cluttered with football gear - trophies and jerseys and signed helmets. The moon shines dully off all of it. And you're in the very centre, with a monster pinning you to the ground.

The moon dips behind a cloud and the werewolf changes right before your eyes. Hair and snout receding, his eyes darkening from wolf amber to warm brown.

It's only his teeth that stay the same. All sharp points that peak through his lips.

Your best friend is on top of you, totally naked and still warm from the shower.

"I didn't want to hurt you y/n, I swear."

His voice is lower somehow, like the wolf's growl is just under the surface.

You're too shocked to move. Too shocked to scream. This must be a dream. It's too surreal to be real.

He leans down and kisses you on the cheek. "I wanted to tell you. But it would have sounded crazy. I grow claws and teeth on the full moon? I heal faster than I used to? I can smell when you're ovulating and when you're on your period?"

He pulls back and tilts his head. "When we were kids, we promised we wouldn't keep secrets. And now you know."

"You...you were outside my house that night."

He laughs. "I'm outside your house every night dummy. That was just the night you caught me."

"Why?"

He shakes his head the way he always does when you say something dumb. "To keep you safe. To keep other animals away from you. To protect you, like I said I would."

His hands slip from your shoulders to your waist. "But now you know."

He grins, his teeth awfully sharp. "Now I can make you just like me."

He holds you down and kisses you and nips at your neck hard enough to draw blood. And when the clouds clear from the moon, you feel your teeth start to lengthen.

Something is terrorising your town. And you should have know better than to cross its path.

[illegiblehandwriting1]

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[blasphemyandbackshots]

ღ katsuki bakugo x you —first times

Katsuki Bakugo didn’t fuck around when he cared about something. Or someone.

That’s why your birthday dinner had been hand-prepped from scratch. Every damn sauce, every piece of rice, and a little smear of curry still streaked along his jawline as he tried not to overcook the chicken. It had taken him days of practice, calling his mom once (regrettably), and three separate disasters in the kitchen. But by the time you walked in with that little smile he loved so much, everything was perfect. Just like he’d planned.

He’d actually dimmed the lights and lit candles that flickered on the table. And he looked nice. His hair was spiked with purpose, black button-up rolled at the sleeves, no loud logos, no usual scowl. Just you, the quiet clink of dishes, and his flushed ears as he poured you a glass of the fancy apple cider he bought because you both didn’t like drinking and trying so damn hard to be adult about everything tonight, despite being literal adults.

It was awkward. It was perfect. Everything worked perfectly after Katsuki’s plan. You got teary eyed when you unwrapped the bracelet, he bought you, with the tiny B on it. Corny as hell. And definitely he didn’t pick the K, because K could be also Kirishima. And you belonged to him and not Shitty Hair.

You kissed his cheek. “You’re amazing.”

His voice cracked when he answered, “Shut up. Eat your curry.”

The bedroom was next. More candles and sheets he had changed this morning. He’d even sprayed a little cologne on them. Something smoky and subtle that clung to the soft fabric.

His hands were shaking slightly as you sat down on the bed. That nervous, hungry, buzzing kind of feeling you both tried not to name too loudly. Your birthday was the perfect excuse to finally… try. You’d talked about it, both admitted your little bits of experience. Nothing major, just a handjob here, a makeout session there, but nothing that had ever gone far enough to be called ‘losing it’.

“Hey,” you whispered, palms resting on his shoulders. “You okay?”

Katsuki was hard already. His cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. Instead of answering, he’d kissed you breathless and stripped off your shirt. He was reverent and so focused and stupidly gentle, like if he rushed, he’d ruin everything.

“I want it to be perfect,” he mumbled against your throat, voice deeper than usual. “For you.”

You cupped his cheek. “It already is.”

But things started to wobble when his palms slid up your ribs and sparks bloomed in his fingertips. Not figurative ones. Literal, quirk sparks. You hissed as one licked your skin bit.

“Shit—! Fuck, I—” He jumped back like you were made of glass. “Did I—? Are you—?”

You winced and touched the pink mark on your ribs. “It’s okay, it’s not bad. I swear, Kats—”

“Fucking idiot,” he muttered. “I knew I should’ve—fuck.”

You sat up, covering yourself. “It’s just a little burn.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “I hurt you.”

“It was an accident.”

But it didn’t matter. You could already see his walls going up. He was still hard, embarrassingly so, but now he was flustered and fuming and moving like every muscle in his body hated him. Still you tried to stay patient.

When he returned, a bit quieter and paler, you let him undress you again. You lay back, legs parted and whispered, “Touch me, Katsuki.”

He looked like you’d punched him in the heart, but he nodded quickly. His fingers were warm and careful at first. A little stiff. And then a little too fast. Then not fast enough. Then awkwardly firm and dry and—nope.

Nothing happened. You tried to breathe through it, tried to shift your hips in a way that might help, but he wasn’t finding anything close to rhythm. You reached down, guiding his wrist and made everything worse.

“Don’t,” he muttered.

Your hand paused. “I’m just trying to help—”

“I said don’t!” His voice cracked loud and frustrated. “I know what I’m doing.”

You pulled your hand back. “Katsuki…”

He was already sitting up. His jaw clenched tightly and eyes turned too bright. “You think I didn’t fucking practice this? You think I didn’t try to figure it out? I watched videos, I read shit—”

You sat up with him and your heart broke a little. “I never said you didn’t—”

“I’m done,” he muttered. “I’m not in the mood anymore.”

Silence. Heavy, uncomfortable silence.

“…Okay,” you whispered. “That’s okay.”

You reached for your shirt. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and sadness, but Katsuki stopped you.

“I just…” He exhaled shakily. “I wanted to make it special. I wanted you to feel good. And I fucked it up.”

You cupped his cheek again. “Katsuki. This is special. Even if we didn’t figure it all out tonight.”

His shoulders slumped. You gently tugged him back into bed, pressing your forehead to his. “You didn’t mess up. We’re learning together. That’s what matters, right?”

He grunted softly. “Still hard, y’know.”

You giggled. “I noticed.”

“…Can I just hold you?”

You pulled him close, skin to skin. “Always.”

And under the candlelight, still bare, still buzzing, still learning how to love each other right, you stayed like that. No pressure. No perfection. Just slow, sweet warmth.

Tomorrow would come. So would everything else.

It wasn’t the candles this time. Katsuki had lit them again, little warm glows on the dresser and windowsill, but that wasn’t what made tonight feel different. It was the space between you. Not nervous, not charged, not desperate to prove anything. You were close and you both felt safe.

You’d spent the whole day in bed together, mostly in pajamas, eating leftovers, playing stupid games on your phones, while he made sarcastic commentary at your scores. And somewhere between the shared blanket and that fifth kiss that lingered a little too long, you both just knew.

“Wanna try again?” you asked softly, curled into his side.

Katsuki swallowed and kissed your hair. “Yeah.”

This time there was no rush. He kissed you like he’d never wanted anything more. His lips moved slow and warm, one hand cupping your cheek like he was afraid to let go. When you tugged his shirt off, he helped you ease yours over your head too, then pressed his forehead to yours with a breathless smile.

“No burns tonight,” he mumbled. “Promise.”

You laughed quietly. “Even if you did, I’d still let you try again.”

“…You’re a weirdo.”

“Yeah. Your weirdo.”

He fully smiled. One of those rare, sleepy, pink-cheeked grins that made your whole chest ache.

When you lay back, he kissed down your body with real patience this time, letting you sigh and shift. Your nerves melted under his touch. His fingers came next. This time slick with the lube he sheepishly pulled from the nightstand, his thumb circling your clit in soft, slow spirals. You gasped.

“Like that?” he asked, watching your face.

You nodded, lips parted with a small moan. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

The pride in his voice almost made you laugh. “Told you I could do it.”

But he didn’t say it like last time. This time he wasn’t defensive, not desperate. This time it was playful and light. Like he was finally allowing himself to enjoy it instead of turning it into something he had to master.

When you reached down for him, he didn’t flinch. You stroked him gently and he hissed into your neck, burying his face there with a muffled, “Fuck, baby—”

“Ready?” you whispered breathlessly.

He looked down at you, serious again. “Yeah. You?”

“Yes.”

You guided him in slow. There was some fumbling, a wrong angle, a soft swear, a laugh when he muttered “This shit’s harder than calculus.” But when he finally sank into you, both of you moaned in unison.

“Oh my god,” you gasped as he broke through your hymen so easily. He had prepared you so good. You were wet, both with your own arousal and a little help of lube.

Katsuki froze. “Too much? I can stop—”

“No, no—it’s good. Just… new.”

“Yeah,” he muttered shakily, cheeks red. “Fuck, it’s… it’s real good.”

When he started to move, it wasn’t smooth or rhythmic or porn-level perfect. It was a little awkward and a little too slow and a little too deep, but you wrapped your arms around him and moaned into his shoulder and that connection, that closeness, made it perfect.

“I love you,” he whispered against your throat, thrusting a little deeper. “You’re so fuckin’ good to me.”

You pulled his face to yours. “I love you too.”

He didn’t last long. You didn’t either. But when you both came, clinging to each other, bodies slick and hearts full, it felt like the softest crash. Like falling into the ocean and washing ashore together.

Afterward you lay tangled in the blankets, both of you still flushed and giggling quietly at the way his legs shook.

“Still hard?” you teased.

He groaned. “Don’t tempt me.”

“You did good, Kats.”

He kissed your bare shoulder. “Tch, so did you.”

There was no shame. No disappointment. No pressure. Just second chances and soft, sweet success.