#draft au

[harmonyludwig]

Gonna write down a draft for Undertale AU I plan to expand; CoupleSwapTale.

Basically, I rounded all characters into pairs (not ships, the pairs are usually used in normal SwapTale) and the swapped them.

Sans & Papyrus swap with Asgore & Toriel.

S&P are brother kings. With Sans being the eldest, technically he's the king. But his little brother asked so nicely and being a king is such a hardship, Sans crowned him as well. He stayed because monsters would complain about traditions and order. King Sans and Crown Prince Papyrus. Paps is very enthusiastic about his kingdom, and is beloved by the monsters. He takes his responsibilities seriously, and completes those Sans "forgot" about. He doesn't wear the Ruling Crown, which only the acting monarch can have, even tho he is basically the acting one. Sans walks through his kingdom, chatting with monsters and napping everywhere. He favours Snowdin and likes to laze around, is found often in the lab, reading about science and chatting with the Royal Scientist. Basically, Classic Sans. Some monsters think he is a different skeleton and not their king, because why would the acting king wander around his kingdom, sleeping in bushes and visiting taverns? Sans was the Crown Prince at the time of The War. After the previous monarch wasn't found under Mt. Ebott, monsters crowned him almost forcefully. He lost his HP (hope) finding a way to break the border and building the new world. Papyrus, seeing his brother's HP, decided he would do whatever it takes to break the border. After finding out about him giving the order and collecting the human souls, Sans got angry and one night didn't return to the castle. He lives in the Ruins now, hiding from the Royal Guards and lazing around as much as possible, thinking up ways to stop Papyrus from becoming what he couldn't.

(draft of the story)

A&T is a married couple that lives in Snowdin. Toriel is a baker, and Asgore aspires to become a Royal Guard.

(is their marriage okay? Are they divorced so Soriel can happen? Dunno yet)

Undyne&Alphys swap with Napstablook&Mettaton.

U&A are a singer x writer couple. Undyne is a popular rock star who gives motivational speeches and calls people Boneheads (which is not an insult there under, but a respectful way to refer to someone as a joke. Since their monarchs are skeletons.). Alphys is an aspiring writer shut-in that still loses her breath when Undyne looks at her (they're dating). Her books are inspired by anime and heavily advertised by Undyne and her gays (Royal Guard 01 and 02. Here they are a pianist and a drummer. They switch instruments occasionally).

(name of Undyne's group is not thought of yet)

M&N are ghost cousins who serve the Crown. Mettaton is the Royal Guard Captain, in their robotic body equipped by Napstablook. Blook is the Royal Scientist. With no need for food or sleep, and inspiration in the form of Undyne's music and Alphys' books, Naps has great interest in the job. Mettaton has got a bit far from Napstablook after the King has disappeared, which saddens them both.

Grillby&Muffet swap with IceCreamGuy&Burgerpants.

G&M are close friends, Grillby works for the restaurant in which Undyne usually performs and Muffet travels all over under world with her food cart. She brings foods from other regions everywhere, letting monsters taste and feel the other regions of their world, for a fair price. Doesn't overcharge. Only if you're rude. Is a great fighter. Grillby had a rocky start with Undyne, him being made of fire and her needing water often. They made up. Grillby gets a little more for offering fans to deliver water to Undyne, and she gets to meet different monsters.

B&I are unfinished. Burgerpants is probably the host of Snowdin tavern and IceGuy is a vendor in need of money, with a net to all of underground.

Asriel is Asgore's and Toriel's son. His fate is unknown yet, whether he will be like Monster kid and run around Snowdin or die and become the reason of his parents' divorce.

Frisk was the first human. They fell and were adopted by Sans, who ran to Ruins to take out the stress of his new responsibilities. They grew up with Papyrus, under the watch of Sans and got crowned as ... The Little Monarch of Underground. Monster kid came to the palace to play with Frisk and Papyrus often. Frisk told them stories of the overworld. When Monster Kid became extremely ill, they asked to see the surface and experience the flowers Frisk talked so much about . Frisk panics, kills the advisor, W.D. Gaster, to obtain a monster soul and goes into the world with Monster Kid. At the surface they get attacked, and their bodies, covered with golden flowers, are found near the barrier.

Chara is the 8th human. Fallen down while trying to escape their cruel life.

River person has not changed. They are just more crazy.

[sprinklepartyfall]

I had an idea that kept plaguing me, so I thought I'd finally post a brief thing about it.

This is Nebula and Stardust, the replacement dca at a new location after the ruined incident. Fazbear Entertainment didn't want to make a new model since they're a cheap company, and starting the whole thing up again was pretty difficult. For now, they thought to start with the daycare attendants since they took the least amount of money and effort.

Both of them have different personalities to the original Sun and Moon but are pretty similar when it comes down to it. Now, it was only a matter of keeping a tighter hold on fazbear secrets.

[wormspoodle]

no swearing in front of kids policy

[eriochromatic]

AU where Vi gets raised by Silco after s1e3 loosely based on the initial drafts..

always wished they got to interact normally in canon (where they weren't at each other's throats lol)

[s-h-a-s-e]

...and then they were attacked by gnomes lol

This is what I cleverly entitled "Six-point comic" (AKA Dipper discovering journal 3 in a universe where Mabel also has polydactyly)

The inspiration was this over on Ao3 by @wickerss-s (hope you don't mind being @'d)

Bonus:

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?

c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation, use of daddy & dad, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2k

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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafe’s home later than usual— a fact she’s entirely too aware of since she’s been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye.  

Usually, she’d stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much he’s going to miss her during his meetings— sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until she’s a sobbing mess.   

However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadn’t received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that she’d never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts.  

When he came to pick her up after she’d borrowed her friend’s phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a “ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that. You know how fuckin’ worried I was?” and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because “daddy doesn’t feel like dealing with your shit tonight”, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.   

In the morning, she’d woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadn’t even left a note.   

Therefore, she’s not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.   

“Hi,” her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless. 

Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting.  

“Missed you,” she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.   

“Missed you too,” he murmurs into her hair. “Got you somethin’,” he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites.  

“What’s this for?” her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment.  

“Drove past a flower shop…guess they made me think of you,” he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end.  

“But I thought—” she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.   

“That I was mad at you?”   

She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes.  

He lets out a sigh.  

“Listen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you weren’t home and didn’t answer your phone until hours later. Thought somethin’ happened, you know?” he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.   

“I know, m’sorry. Won’t happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?”   

“You did,” he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. “Smells good, what’re you making?”   

“Oh, I made you dinner,” she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval.  

“You did? All by yourself?” his brows climb his forehead in surprise.   

She nods, a soft smile on her lips before he’s ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her. 

Usually, he’s the one cooking for them since she’s not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, she’d probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesn’t have to work late.   

“How was uni today?” he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table.  

“A lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, don’t know how I’m supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching and…I don’t think my brain works anymore,” she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.   

“Good thing you don’t need to worry that head of yours over anythin’ with me. Let dad do the thinking for you, yeah?” Rafe’s voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at him— something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.   

Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece she’s been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as she’s practically perched on a pedestal.   

Then, he’s picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.   

“Shit, this is amazin’,” he praises around the mouthful.   

She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought he’d still be mad, but then suddenly he’s not. In fact, he’s seemingly in a great mood.   

“Did you eat yet?”  

“No, was, um…waiting for you. Didn’t wanna eat alone,” her volume is nearly inaudible. 

He stops chewing.   

“Waitin’ for me, huh?” he rasps out before he’s lifting the fork closer to her mouth.   

She looks up at him, puzzled.   

“Open,” he orders and she has no choice but to obey— let him feed her because truthfully, whenever she’s around him she gets a little dumb; can’t really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.   

“Good, right?”  

She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.   

“Always so messy, huh?” he tuts disapprovingly, even if he’s the one holding the fork.   

However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.   

“There we go,” he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.   

She swallows.   

“Want some water?” he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words.  

Then, he’s tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides she’s had enough— withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.    

He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, he’s placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.    

She doesn’t think she wants to eat by herself ever again.  

Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closer— warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes.  

“You put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?” he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing what’s underneath since she’s forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever she’s merely loitering around their home.  

“Look so pretty in this,” his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact.  

“Ray…” she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing.  

“Hm? You feelin’ floaty already?” he asks with a gentle cadence. And she’s not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.   

“Yeah, missed you so much,” her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before he’s smearing his mouth on hers.   

There’s something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lips— causing a whimper to escape her throat in response.  

Then, all of a sudden, he’s lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.   

“Let daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?” he coaxes her before he’s prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him.  

“Missed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ���n slow last night but you never came home.”   

“M’sorry, daddy,” she can’t help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.   

“Yeah? You gon’ make it up to me? Let me eat you ’till I forgive you?”  

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want,” she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blowson her sensitive cunt.   

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, he’s wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface.  

“Need to come, can I? Please m’gonna— ” she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way he’s practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isn’t really helping.  

After he’s hummed his agreement, she’s not able to hold it in any longer— his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. She’s shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him.  

Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, she’s a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, he’s entirely too strong and she doesn’t stand a chance. 

“Ray, s’too much, need a break—” she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure.  

However, despite her protests, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers now— pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.    

“Nah, you’re good, dad wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?” he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her.  

“I don’t know if I can—”  

“Shh, jus’ wanna make you feel nice, you don’t want me to?” he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch.  

“No, I do, I do…”   

“Then quit whinin’ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,” he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic. 

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

*Robin stopping yj right inside of Gotham’s borders and not letting them into the rest of the city*

Cassie: “wait why can’t we go into gotham anymore!?”

Robin: “i- eh.. the meta rule!”

Bart: “we’ve been in gotham before, and you were the one to sneak us in! That is not a good excuse”

Anita: “yeahhh what’s the real reason?”

Robin: “well um. You guys have seen my face…”

Kon: “so what Rob? It’s not like the second we go into the city we’re just gonna run into a giant billboard with your face and secret identity plastered on it!!!”

Robin glancing behind them:

Robin: “………..”

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I spent all day on this, now I'm gonna go spend the rest of my Halloween with my family, I LOVE YOU GUYS, HAVE A GOOD HALLOWEEN!!!!!

I lost the ask this was supposed to be attached to :'(

Woah, actual communication??? Between these bozos?? More likely than you'd think 🙏

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[keferon]

You know how like. You imagine a story and you come up with a bunch of scenes that you really want to draw so the entire time. The whole beginning of the story is for the sake of getting to those scenes? Yep. Prowl is about to have a really funny interesting conversation with Rung and this is gonna be one of the scenes. I finally got to draw it *manic laughter*

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[happypeachsludgeflower]

Non transmitigation au where Shen Yuan auditions for a part in PIDW on a lark when it gets a live action adaptation, not thinking he’ll actually get a part (he just wanted to be able to say he did it okay? He was dated okay??! He was not dared he just thought it’d be neat, but he’ll admit to nothing.) and, much to his horror, ends up cast as Shen Qingqiu.

He somehow accidentally makes Shen Qingqiu so likable that he’s the most popular character. The fandom goes feral over him. He becomes famous. New fans are joining the bandwagon in droves to watch him.

And all the while, Shen Yuan is frantically trying to pretend he isn’t the most notorious anti fan troll to clown on the internet. He has never heard of PIDW before what do you mean Peerless Cucumber whomst?

[harmonyludwig]

So uh... A few days ago I posted about an idea of an Undertale AU (I will expand it), and guess what?

Turns out I just made another StoryShift AU. I have seen AUs with royal skelly-bros and commoners Asgore and Toriel, so I had the idea to make my own. I stumbled across the OG (I think) StoryShift (with Chara as the judge and Papyrus as Toriel) a few days after posting my first draft.

Gonna say, it is extremely funny. There are several StoryShift type of AUs, one of them is made by the original creator of UnderSwap (it's really nice, it takes groups of 4 and swaps them, so we get Royal Scientist Asgore, Royal Guard Toriel and Old Women Yuri in the form of Queens Undyne and Alphys. I think it never went beyond the idea point).

Nobody is judging me (yet...) and the realization came to me by itself, but I wanted to do something different, and now that idea is only stronger. There is a saying that two people do not see the same colour the same way, and I believe it to be the same for characters. I will continue working on my AU, but I will not copy other StoryShifts. Any similarities are pure accidents.

If someone is confused by this post, they can check my blog for the AU draft.

Also, I very much like the swap of Sans and Toriel. We still get the Soriel jokes duo, but thinking about the angst of Toriel not being able to save the humans right before their meeting with the king and how much the Ruins suit Sans, with him chilling in the leaves with Froggits and Whimsuns, is kinda therapeutic.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Chronic Sonic pt 10

Longest part yet good grief. This was a part i had planned since the first post i made though so that makes sense.

1. Sonic dropped his cuffs on purpose if that wasn’t clear. He views it as better to hurt more and feel like himself than hurt less and not recognize himself in his reflection. (This is bad because if the inhibitors are not only helping with the pain but are also there to prevent his condition from worsening. Without them, his body starts to take the hit again.)

2, Tails knows that Sonic dropped his cuffs on purpose but won’t outright call him out on it. He is, however, upset with him because now Shadow is having to sacrifice himself just to keep him alive and Tails can’t be mad at Shadow because he’s literally just doing what’s necessary to keep Sonic from destroying himself. So it’s scolding for Sonic.

3. Usually Shadow and Sonic would do battle over this but Sonic has just done battle before the start of this comic and his inhibitor cuffs are off which means he is about as physically weak as he can get. So if you’re wondering why Shadow was able to just slap his inhibitors on Sonic without any trouble that’s why.

4. Sonic gets his first taste of watching someone else actively partake in self-destructive behaviour and not listen to him when he tries to talk them out of it. This does snap him out of some of the mental mess he’s in, and he will stop trying to actively damage himself. For now. Old habits die hard though.

[karvokr]

pro gamer!choso who begs you to let him teach you how to play valorant… only to end up three fingers knuckle deep inside you the second you queue into a competitive match for the first time.

he begged. literally begged.

“please,” he said, all puppy eyes and his chin on your shoulder, “just one match. i’ll be good. i just wanna show you how to play comp– see how much you've learned.”

you gave in. of course you did. how could you not, when he said it so sweetly, lips brushing your neck, voice soft like it wasn’t part of a plan?

and now? you’re barely ten seconds into the first buy phase and he’s already inside you. three fingers, no warning, wrist pressed snug against the curve of your thigh like he’s done this a hundred times. like he’s trained for this.

his headset’s about to fall off of your ears from how much you’re moving. your hand slips on the mouse. he just breathes out a low, wrecked “fuck, you’re so warm…” and curls his fingers again like it’s your fault he couldn’t wait.

you try to say his name. try to focus. he bites your shoulder.

“keep playing,” he mutters, breath shaky. “you can do both.”

you cannot do both.

your screen flickers as your agent falls to the ground– killed. shot by the other team while you stood in mid, unmoving, because how were you supposed to figure out how to get behind cover when you're so FULL of him.

he's the worst. coach. ever.

but you’re pretty sure no one else is cumming mid-match, so. silver linings.

[fanaticalthings]

the muskification of twitter except it's lex luthor instead of elon lol

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[dykekarkat]

kevin and andrew as buzzfeed unsolved (kevin ryan andrew shane) and they go to a house that everyone swears is haunted by a ghost but its just neil who only owns one outfit and is squatting. andrew punches him on camera and thats how they find out its not a ghost but a real person #meetcute

[katsukimybf]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)