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stimstar2012 · 10 days ago

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YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD!! (I followed you btw 0_<) do you think you could do jax reacting to Reader's bar outfit ? Kinda like the goodies fic but opposite. Hope this finds you well >♡<

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summary : the bar adventure was already one jax was starting to loathe, but when you walked in, that all changed.

tags : romance, alcohol, drunkness, implied crushing, flirting, and i didn't elaborate on what your bar outfit was so it can be a dress, suit, or whatever.

note : thank you for the compliment and the follow! i hope you enjoy!

jax already despised this adventure.

he was forced into an uncomfortable suit, and he couldn't even order the drink he wanted without having to hold off the egg whites because he was vegan.

he hated this.

zooble placed a glass in front of him, and jax only slouched against the bartop as he circled his finger around the rim of the cup. he only frowned in disgust at the sight of the drink. he picked it up as he held the glass to the dim lighting of the bar, and he narrowed his eyes at it in boredom before the sound of a bell ringing caught his attention.

"hey, guys!" jax let out a scoff at the sound of ragatha's voice, and he peered over his shoulder to eye the woman before his eyes landed on someone else.

you.

of course, he usually didn't give you much mind whenever you entered a room because he was used to your presence, but this time was different.

it was evident that everyone had been dressed up in some type of formal way to match the theme of this adventure, but he forgot that it would also include you.

you were dressed up, and you looked good.

he slightly straightened up in his seat as he turned his attention towards the glass in his hands, and his eyes flickered towards you before resting back on the cup.

suddenly, the drink didn't repulse him as much as it did before.

the glass was lifted to his mouth as he chugged the alcohol, and the liquid burned down his throat before he slammed the cup back on the bartop. surprisingly, it didn't shatter, but with the way everyone was looking at him, you'd think that it had.

the stool beside him shifted as someone took a seat there, and his gaze drifted to meet theirs.

you had sat down next to him.

his eyes flickered up and down your form before he smirked, and he leaned his cheek against his palm with a hum. "well, hello, dollface...""

you narrowed your eyes at him for a moment in confusion, but that was before your gaze flickered to the glass in his hands.

it was practically dry.

"how many drinks—zooble, how many drinks did he have?"

"just that one," they replied as they wiped down the bartop.

just one? you had seen him chug the one drink in his hand, but with the way he was acting, you thought maybe he had a couple more before you entered the bar.

it was either that one drink was very strong, or jax just had an insanely low alcohol tolerance. it was a possibility that digital alcohol worked differently, too, but you didn't think about it much as jax cleared his throat.

"and i'd like another one." jax announced as he pushed his glass towards zooble, and they barely caught it as the cup slid off of the bartop. a scowl was shot at him before they rolled their eyes. "i think you've had enough drinks for this adventure..."

jax only let out a groan as he placed his head on the bartop, and you watched as he slowly turned his head to face you.

the odd thing was that he didn't even say anything—he just stared at you with lidded eyes. you looked around before resting your attention back on him, and you blinked. "are you...okay?"

"you're..." he lifted his head up as he fell silent for a minute, and he seemed to be contemplating something. you waited for him to continue, but he just flopped his head back down on the bartop with another groan. "my head hurts..."

you quietly sighed at his slurred words before you ordered a drink from zooble, and they gifted you a nod as they started to make your order.

once you were handed your drink, you took light sips of it as you attempted to listen to everyone elses conversation, but your mind kept wandering back to jax as you noted how he was just staring at you.

no remarks.

no questions.

not even his signature grin resided on his face, for he instead just held a dazed expression while his eyes remained on you.

"what are you looking at?" your question wasn't one of hostility, but rather genuine confusion. you were curious as to why he was just staring at you. if he was speaking, you wouldn't mind it, but the thing was that he was silent.

and a silent jax is a scary jax.

"i'm—" he paused for a moment as he slowly sat up, and he turned in his stool so he was facing you.

his legs were slightly sprawled as one of his arms rested on the bartop—seemingly balancing him while his other hand moved to tug on his collar.

"i'm looking at you," he spoke as he removed his hand from his collar and pointed at you, and he shifted his other hand so that he could lean against it on the bartop. you blinked at him a few times before raising an eyebrow, "i know, but why are you looking at me?"

"rabbits look at things they're interested in, dollface..." his words slurred a bit more, and his eyes examined you once more before he smirked. "and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't interested in you..."

"you're drunk."

"so what?" he shrugged as he watched you turn in your stool, and your knees grazed his as you let out a sigh. "you're drunk, so you're just saying stuff, jax."

"ever heard the term 'drunk words, sober thoughts', doll?" his question made you fall silent, and after a moment, you let out a quiet snicker before taking a sip of your drink. "are you always this flirty when you're drunk?"

"doll, i'm this flirty even without the alcohol."

you hummed against your glass before you placed it down, and you wiped your lips as you tilted your head at him. "is that so? why are you always flirty, then?"

a slight laugh left jax's throat as he leaned back, and he placed a hand on his chest. "because everyone wants a piece of me, dollface. do you see this body?" he questioned as he gestured to himself, "this body is flawless."

"it is, isn't it?" at your words, jax had to do a double-take. was it just the alcohol, or did you actually agree with his last sentence?

he stared at you for a moment before his smirk grew, and he leaned forward while resting his elbows against his thighs. he peered up at you with a glint in his eyes, "i'm starting to think you're getting a little tipsy, too..."

"why? because i agreed with you?"

jax nodded, and you only shrugged as you traced the rim of your glass with your finger. "drunk words, sober thoughts..."

once your statement was comprehended in his mind, a chuckle left his throat.

maybe he didn't hate this adventure as much as he thought he did.

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stimstar2012 · 10 days ago

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In those heavy days in June,

When love became an act of defiance.

(A landscape piece combining the colours of my pride flags.)

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stimstar2012 · 2 months ago

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I'm kinda new to tumblr so I don't really know how this works but I wanted to post my fanfiction on here so yeah I hope I havent made it too bad of a post. Pls feel free to give me tips about the fanfiction or how to post something on Tumblr or whatever and yeah I hope you enjoy!

Next to you bkdk fanfiction

Chapter one: Falling

I'm falling.

As I'm falling I try to remember how I got here. Why am I falling?

I remember being split up... I remember being on an island... fighting Toga... Star and Stripes team helping me get to Shigiraki... Fighting him... And...

Kacchan. Kacchan lying on the floor...

I open my eyes. I see the sky above me, bright blue with clouds white as snow. But something is blocking my view. Flesh. Grey flesh. Everywhere.

"Midoriya!" I hear a muffeld voice somewhere below me.

Strong warm hands wrap around me breaking my fall. There's a heavy thump of feet landing on the ground.

"Midoriya?! Midoriya can you hear me?!" I hear the person say. It's a familiar voice but I can't put a face on it.

Slowly my vision clears as I gain full consciousness. The face holding me gains shape. Long black hair fly's around the person's head.

"Midoriya?" The voice says again.

I try to say something but all that comes out is a groan. I blink a few times and my eyesight returns completely.

It's Aizawa. He has cuts and bruises on his faces and is looking down at me with a look of concern.

"Midoriya! Where does it hurt? Can you talk?" He says calmly, putting me onto the ground carefully.

"I... I'm fine I think." I manage to mumble. It's true while my limbs ached it feels more like muscle pain rather then actual injuries. "What... What happened?" I ask.

"It's over. We won. You managed to defeat Shigiraki." Aizawa explains.

I look up at the sky again. The flesh...

"Yes this is all that's left of him." Aizawa answers my thoughts. He holds his hand out to catch a piece into his open palm. He holds it out towards me. "He won't hurt anyone anymore." His fist closes and opens again, the flesh now only dust that flies back into the sky.

I should ask if everyone is ok. Who's alive, who's wounded and who's... But all I can manage to get out is: "Kacchan..."

"Kacchan is over there but-"

Before Aizawa can say anyway else I'm already up and running to where he had pointed.

Kacchan is lying on the ground, best jeanist is sitting next to him. Every step I take hurts but I have to get to Kacchan. I need to make sure he's ok...

I stop in my tracks when I reach them. There was a big hole in Kacchan's chest. It's a bloody and horrific sight from up close. The hole is as big as a hand and blood is squirting out of the wound in an unnatural way.

Best jeanist looks up and me and then at Bakugo's lifeless body. "Edge shot is performing internal surgery on his heart and lungs. He's using his body to sow Bakugo back up." Big Jeanist explains.

"Ka... Kacchan." I stutter, crouching down next to him. I grab his hand which is scarily cold. ""Kacchan can you hear me? It's over, we won. Shigiraki's dead." I talk to him looking into his cold empty eyes.

I don't know how long I sit next to him. Blood continues to squirt out of him as EdgeShot pumps his heart. I continue to sit next to him silently.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump up ready to fight. I turn around to see Jeanist towering above me.

"Izuku, Bakugo needs to go the hospital. They can maybe save him." He says softly.

Sunddely I'm filled with a unexplainable anger when he says that. What did he mean save Kacchan? Kacchan... Kacchan didn't need saving. He never did. He always insisted doing things on his own so... I'm sure he can do this. I know he can.

I can't let him take Kacchan away. If he does that... I may never see him again. If Kacchan was taken from me he would never survive right? Was there really any other way to save Kacchan other then to keep him at my side? Kacchan's hate for me had to be the only thing strong enough to keep him alive.

Because Kacchan is still alive. I know it. He's not dead. Not the Kacchan I knew.

"No." Is all I manage to get out though, the fury seeping through my voice.

"Midoriya, we need to get him to a hospital." Jeanist insists. As if he knew anything about what Kacchan needed.

"I... I can't let you. Kacchan doesn't need a hospital. He's fine." I comfort him. Because Kacchan was. He was ok.

"Midoriya..."

I feel One For All charging up, feel it glowing up my skin. "I said no!" I shout.

Jeanist is caught off guard by my sudden attack. He dodges and shoots a thick string towards me tying me up. "Midoriya, please let us help Kacchan and you! You both need medical help!"

I break the fabric and throw another hit. And another. And another. I blindly punch all sides.

I need to keep fighting for Kacchan. I need to... They're going to take him away. I can't let them. I can't...

I feel two strong metal arms wrap around me. I try to punch through them but a needle shoots out of one of the elbows injecting something into my arm.

"Calm down young Midoriya! It's going to be ok!" I hear a familiar voice behind me but I'm too focused to put a name on it.

I start to feel drowsy. My eyesight blurring as I lose consciousness. No... They were going to take him away.

"No... No... Don't..." I mumble. I need to warn him... Kacchan. I gather all the energy I have and scream. "KACCHAN!"

I'm falling again.

Yeah that's it. I really hoped you enjoyed! I am going to write a second chapter and post it on here I just don't know how to link two posts together or if that's even possible but yeah if your interested pls tell me there's a way I can help you find the second chapter if you want it! Anyway that's it for now bye!!!

#bakudeku fanfic #bakudekufanfiction #bkdk #mha bkdk #bakudeku #mha #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #mhafanfic

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stimstar2012 · 2 months ago

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the ena oc trend with these two

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stimstar2012 · 2 months ago

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Old wee woo edit I made but never finished 😔

(this has been rotting in my kinemaster files for MONTHS but I’m still really proud of it so I just updated the watermark to post it here(might post it on yt if I remember(I won’t)) /silly

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stimstar2012 · 2 months ago

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i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know my wife is important."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

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stimstar2012 · 2 months ago

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Woop woop chapter five just dropped!

If you read this, tell me what your favorite bit of this chapter is! I'm so curious!

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stimstar2012 · 2 months ago

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Sneak peak of a Bakudeku snippet that’s been sitting in my drafts for almost a year now. Oops.

Featuring a mini character study of Bakugou as he falls in love with Izuku

His affection festered like a wound.

With no proper outlet in sight, his care sunk deep into his bones and settled into his marrow, weaving its way between the knittings of his flesh, carved between his ribs in one lingering ache.

He did not understand it. The leap in his pulse when the messy-haired nerd glanced his way, emerald eyes wide with wonder and reverence. Izuku looked at Bakugo like he hung the fucking stars in the sky. Like he breathed and gave orbit to the universe. Like he spoke and made the moon reflect the sun.

Bakugo never knew what to do with that much admiration, that much care being carelessly thrown his way. He did not know how to trust such free-given kindness. Such unbound affection.

So he took a knife to his beating heart and carved it into something callous. Hoping that by brushing elbows with Izuku and his too-bright face, he might whittle the nerd into something a little easier to swallow. A little easier to comprehend.

Loose ends belonged in their properly sorted boxes, and Izuku and his bleeding heart fit in none that Bakugo knew how to categorize.

Never mind his own response to Izuku’s infectious affection. It was all too much to wrap his short-tempered mind around. Bakugo was a train without a break, and Izuku was always bound to be collateral.

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They started their first year at UA. Izuku was no longer something Bakugo could simply leave behind. Like it or not, he was stuck with him, the tapestry of his heart bound to be colored by Izuku’s shining thread.

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Classes were intense. Expectations were high. He didn’t have time to sort out everything he felt. And so crammed into a box went his feelings. That’s where they belonged. That’s where they made sense. He buried them deep within the soil of his heart, stuffed within the crevices of his mind, forgotten as storm after storm blew his way in the form of a green-eyed wraith, winds howling at him to unpack what had long been buried, what had long since been dead.

Bakugo weathered the storms, shoving every resurfacing feeling back down into the ground where it all belonged. Calculated, expected, easy to swallow. He was good at enduring things. He had always excelled at pushing past his own limits. And in the grand scheme of things- in the midst of every future plan he had for himself- what was a little rain anyway?

But Bakugo failed to account for the fact that the rain brings upon the roses. What’s buried is only waiting for its optimal time to grow. And so, like a weed springing up from the dirt, Bakugo’s care for Izuku began to take over the gardens of his mind. Laced with thorny edges it spread throughout his every waking thought, until Bakugo was consumed with the invasive species of love.

Frightened, he stamped it out. Threw a rug over the lumpy shape of his affection, locked the door and threw the key into the ever-sinking pit in his chest. He set fire to his aching mind, and left the growing softness in his heart to rot.

And like most things left to wither and decay, things left to grow in the shade, left to fend for themselves in the dark- his affections began to wilt and sour.

Possessive became his affection. Rage replaced his care. Jealousy wrapped its wicked hands around his ribcage, dug its wanting fingers deep within his lungs, and sucked the kindness from him like a leech, leaving nothing but bitterness and longing in its wake.

For what Bakugo was longing, he never could quite puzzle out. To wrap his fingers around Izuku’s neck or tangle them in his hair? To press his lips upon his wrist or sink his teeth into his veins? To hold him close or throw him off the edge?

To become him, or to make him his?

Bakugo didn’t understand it. And he hated things he did not understand. And regardless- he had more important things to worry about anyway. The year was ticking onward. Time moved like a rush of sand from a shattered hourglass, spilling every which way before he could scoop it up and make order of it all. The league of villains attacked, and everything that had felt like training suddenly felt much bigger. Much realer.

So he pushed and pushed on the lid to his heart, which by now had become too full to fully close. Sometime over the course of their freshman year, the feelings that Bakugo had been so careful to deny the rights of sunlight and water to had doubled in size.

The roots had gone far too deep for Bakugo to simply yank out. Izuku was as tangled up in Bakugo’s sense of self as his own pride and honor were, to the point where he couldn’t work out just where he ended and the damned nerd began.

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stimstar2012 · 2 months ago

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Craving Love (Craving You)

Katsuki and Izuku's love is brutal. Built on pain, hunger, and the urge to consume. After the war, they're haunted by intrusive thoughts they're unable to control; disgusting villainous urges they desperately try to ignore. In their attempt to rid themselves of the thoughts, they find themselves drawn closer to each other, worried the second they look away, the other will perish.

Alt: I wanted to write about cannibalism as a metaphor for love, couldn't commit, and made this instead.

Mentions of death, detailed gore, cannibalistic thoughts, sex, bad parenting, war

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It started when he was young. At least that's what Katsuki figured anyway. His mother told him to always give a hundred percent of his effort or not to bother trying at all. Alongside her "tough love" parenting, it made for an interesting childhood: a competitive one.

Katsuki was raised to be the best, he knew he deserved the best. He figured that's why he had never been interested in dating. Not that he hadn't tried, He had. Week long relationships and messy makeouts behind the middle school. Katsuki couldn't be bothered to learn half the girls names. He assumed he'd find someone is his first year at UA. Someone like him, deserving of only the best. Yet even after 1 month at that school, he couldn't find anyone worth his time.

Not that his classmates weren't strong, they were at UA alongside him after all, but he knew none of them had the determination or drive to match his own.

Besides Deku.

Stupid fucking Deku.

Always trying his best, stepping into the line of fire as long as it could save at least 1 person.

Bakugou hated it. Was Deku trying to one up him or something? Trying to expose his flaws at every chance he got. Show Bakugou as the fucking fraud he is. Deku knew. He must've. That without his quirk, Katsuki was nothing. Unlike Deku. Deku who had applied to UA without a quirk. Who had grown up without one. Who had fought against a villain to save Bakugou while quickness. Did he really think he was better than Bakugou? Flashing him a toothy smile as he lied about not having a quirk, lying about some stupid shit being wrong wrong with his foot, saying that's what's caused it. And like a fucking idiot, Katsuki had believed him.

Went so far as to bully the kid for it. Had Deku been laughing behind his back the entire time? Shit talking him online to strangers? Why would he lie to Katsuki? They had been close back then, Katsuki may have even considered Izuku as a friend back then. And then the fucker went and lied to his face. Always trying to he better than him.

Staring down at him as he smiled at Katsuki soaked in river water. Katsuki refused to let a quirkless fuck treat him like that. So righteous, so fucking annoying.

Katsuki wanted to gut him. Yet he couldn't stop the odd feeling in his stomach when he saw Deku break his bones. It reminded him of when he'd see a question marked as "incorrect" on his tests growing up. It was a shitty feeling. Therefore that meant the less he saw Deku, the less shitty he would feel.

But the more time he spent away from Deku, the more he began to crave his presence. In some weird twisted way, he needed to see Deku hurt, to get that feeling in his stomach so that he could reassure himself that his childhood friend was still alive.

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He often found himself staring at the other, his eyes raking down his freckled body in the changeroom, attempting to count all his freckles without being caught.

Throughout his the second half of his first year at UA he noticed his thoughts shifted. Not that he paid it much attention. He had heard of "intrusive thoughts", had even been told to expect them after all the villain attacks and the kidnapping. Was told it's normal, that they'll go away om their own.

Sometimes he'd entertain them, focus on those thoughts instead of whatever it was Aizawa was trying to teach them.

He'd think of Izuku, of the stupid freckles scattered across his cheeks, and he'd imagine tearing them off. Whether it be scratching at his classmates' skin until they peeled away or taking a knife and carving them out. He'd wonder how Izuku would react. If he'd scream for help or if he'd stay pliant below Katsuki, letting him skin his face.

Katsuki knew Deku would do a lot for him, would let Katsuki do a lot to him. So sue him for wondering how far Deku would go for him. It's not like he'd ever act on the thoughts. Katsuki doesn't think he could even stand being that close to the other anyways. Deku talked too much, and his breath stunk. He used a childish All Might toothpaste that was supposed to smell "Like Victory", and instead smelled like rotten sushi (So yeah, maybe Katsuki had been curious and bought a tube to try himself. Get over it.)

The thoughts also came a lot when they were training. He'd see Deku land a punch or learn a knew trick, smiling to himself. It made another new feeling course through Bakugou's body. He'd start to feel hot, his body getting sweaty while his stomach twisted and turned.

Adrenaline.

Bakugou was sure of it.

His body recognized Deku as a threat and began to pump adrenaline into his veins.

It pissed him off.

Deku? A fucking threat? Enough so that he would go lightheaded at the sound of the boys voice.

He was not going to stand for this bullshit.

So he would watch the other train, daydream about tearing the other hero-in-training's body apart, limb by limb. Would fantasize of Izuku laying still below him, letting "Kacchan" peel his skin off so they could both see what the teen was truly made up of on the inside.

It wasn't until after the war that his thoughts changed again.

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Even without his quirk Izuku was strong. Katsuki watched him continue to train, even sat behind him during their second year so he could spend more time staring at him with less of a chance of being called out for it.

He watched as Izuku continued to give everything a hundred percent of his effort, all while the two of them seemed to only grow further and further apart.

Katsuki couldn't stand it. So what if Izuku had saved the world? Did that suddenly make him better than Katsuki? The green haired student hardly spared a glance at Katsuki anymore, going so far as to stop acknowledging him when they passed in the hallways.

Katsuki deserved the best. And according to anyone in Japan at the moment, Izuku was the best. Katsuki deserved him. Yet he was ignored as if he was an icecream shop in the middle of winter.

So what if it sounded stupid ? Katsuki wanted to be wanted.

He wanted Izuku on top of him, biting into his neck and making him bleed. Izuku knew who Katsuki was, and the blonde wanted to prove it to him. He wanted Izuku to tear off his skin, revealing the fraud of a man that hid behind his flesh. Izuku wouldn't care, he never had.

Katsuki wanted to let Izuku bite him, beat him, ruin him so that he could prove that he was still alive. Prove that All For One hadn't killed him all those months ago. So he could prove he wasn't a walking corpse like his mother had claimed in the hospital.

He was real, he was alive.

And by turning him inside out, Izuku could prove it.

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It was late into his third year at UA, he was spending most of the time outside classes either studying or training. Except for the few daily hours he spent thinking about Izuku.

The boy still didn't pay him much mind. It only angered Bakugou that much more, forcing him to release his frustrations put through his explosions. God, what he would give to be able to press his palms against Izuku's chest and just let go. Feel the skin beneath his fingers begin to heat and bubble, before the smell of burning flesh would fill his nose. He wondered if the boys skin would stick to his hands when he eventually would pull them back. If he would be allowed to keep that bit of Izuku for himself.

He hated sharing.

He always has, since he was a little kid. He once lent his friend, one of which he can't even remember the name of, his All Might figurine; A new one he had recently received from the Christmas prior. Of course the stupid kid broke it. Snapped both the arms clean off.

Katsuki hasn't shared with anyone since.

So seeing Izuku, the best, the person that only Katsuki was deserving of, run around with a bunch of shitty extras pissed him the fuck off.

He would watch them all cuddle close during movie nights, watch them pull him around by the hand during class outtings to the mall, even going so far as to steal Bakugou's seat behind him in class.

Bakugou hates sharing.

So when that week's movie night ended, he made a point to stay seated. Waiting until all the other students, sans Izuku, had left.

He watched Izuku stand, the boy stretching his arms above his head as he yawned. Katsuki let his eyes wander down, staring at the visible patch of skin that was revealed at the bottom of his shirt due to the motion.

God. Katsuki was going to tear him apart.

"De- Izuku." He corrected himself, still finding it hard to use his given name, even after all these years.

"Kacchan," The boy laughed quietly, "I've told you it's okay to call me Deku."

Katsuki ignored him, feeling the adrenaline once again begin to flow through his body. "My room, now." He demanded, beginning to head towards the elevator.

Izuku frowned, he hadn't talked to Kacchan for awhile now, so he was confused as to what he could have possibly done to upset him this time. Of course, he still followed the blonde without question.

It was a long weekend, and only 7pm. So most students were either staying with their families, or were still out enjoying the last few hours of sunlight. This meant the walk to the Katsuki's dorm room was relatively quiet, except for the stomping noise of Katsuki's ever so aggressive footsteps.

"Why aren't you staying with Aunty?" Izuku finally spoke, the two of them entering Katsuki's room.

The room was, well, it wasn't that Izuku had expected. He had seen Kacchan's room once in first year. It had been clean, with posters neatly hung up convering one wall, a corner dedicated to workout gear, even some figurines laying about. But this, this made Izuku feel like he was right back in the hospital.

The room was empty, besides the bed in the far corner, covered in plain black sheets. Even the desk was cleared, no signs of ever being used.

"Why aren't you staying with Inko?" Katsuki asked in return.

Truthfully, Katsuki had hardly talked to his mom since the war. The woman claiming that Katsuki wasn't her son, that her son went to the war and never came back. His dad had tried to convince him to visit, but Katsuki didn't think he had the energy to put up with his mother if he were to.

Izuku laughed shyly, "Mom's been walking on eggshells." He admitted, "She's scared, not that I don't understand why, I do. It's just, I don't know... I wish she would treat me like she did before, well, before all this." Hw threw his arms out to the side, knocking the door shut behind him.

He hated how open Izuku was, the boy never ashamed of his feelings.

Katsuki took a seat on the side of his bed, "Hasn't she always been like that?" He asked, "Used to take you to the hospital every time you fell off your bike." He recalled, laying onto his back.

"I guess." Izuku hummed in agreement, taking a seat next to Katsuki.

He stared down at him, making Katsuki's stomach flip, "Don't fucking stare at people, you creep." He snapped, reaching for his pillow and swinging it at Izuku's chest.

The boy laughed loudly, blocking the hit with him arm, "Then talk, Kacchan. You're the one that made me come in here." He retorted, reaching over Bakugou, grabbing a second pillow, lifting it up before bringing it down to hit Katsuki's stomach.

The blonde, who had been too busy fantasizing about leaning up and taking a bite out of Izuku's chest, grunted at the hit. Quickly sitting up and turning to face the other, "Fucker!" He yelled, shoving Izuku off the bed.

Midoriya giggled, even as Katsuki climbed onto him, straddling his hips between his legs and pinned his arms down by his sides, effectively trapping him, Izuku kept fucking giggling.

And the noise only made Katsuki's stomach turn more, his lightheadedness growing more extreme, he felt like he might pass out. He had to make Izuku stop, the warning bells in his head were going crazy. Fuck, should he punch him? Finally give in and attempt to rip a freckle off? For once, he wasn't sure what to do. So when one of Izuku's hands began to struggle, he allowed it to overpower his own. Letting it wrap behind his neck and pull him down. And when their lips finally touched, Katsuki could have cried. He pushed into it, shutting his eyes tightly and he felt Izuku's lip against his own.

Was it supposed to hurt him like this? Make his stomach spin and twist, feeling hot as he gasped softly, Izuku's tongue pushing into his mouth. Katsuki wanted to fight, prove he wasn't easy, but this was so close to what he wanted. So close to Izuku eating him apart, maybe this was as close as he would get, and that thought hurt him. He wanted more.

He dug his nails into Izuku's still pinned hand, pulling away to stare at the other. Izuku's lips were wet, they were a darker shade of pink than usual, and Katsuki really shouldn't know what their usual shade of pink was but he fucking did and it's not like Izuku knew that he knew and when the hand on the back of his head moved, gently rubbing the skin there Katsuki moaned. Fucking moaned and felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Kacchan," His friend (was he even allowed to call him that anymore?) whispered softly, "What do you want?" tugging at the lower hairs just above his neck.

Katsuki wanted so many things. He wanted to be a pro, the number one hero to be exact. He wanted his mother to look at him again, with a sense of familiarity, not like he was a lifeless corpse bleeding out on the battle field. He wanted Izuku, his best friend, back. He wanted to not get angry so easily. He wanted these thoughts of Izuku tearing out his lungs and eating them to go away. But at the moment,

"I want you to touch me." He admitted in a whisper, "Fuck me up, tear me apart." He continued, pushing into the hand holding his neck, "Rip my skin off and eat it."

Izuku stared up at Bakugou, his eyes wide. He had been keeping his distance the past two years. Had done his best to ignore the blonde boy that was now sitting on his lap, begging to be touched.

After the war Izuku had struggled, he had really struggled. Seeing your best friends lifeless body isn't exactly a great memory, a core one for sure, but not a great one. Mix that with watching countless other innocent people and pro heroes die, losing your quirk, and becoming a murderer, you get the result of shitty nightmares and thoughts (among other things).

It had started simple. He had been hit too hard during a training session and had been directed by Aizawa to go see recovery girl.

Instead, he had hung out in the shower room, continuously pressing on the forming bruise. It had given him a sort of relief. Reminded him that he was still alive.

The next few training classes he began "accidentally" forgetting to block, would let a classmate sneak up on him for an attack, then blame his past reliance on "danger sense". It was passable, until his grade began to slip and he was sentenced to extra solo combat training after school.

He tried cutting a few times. But with all the after-care alongside the attentiveness needed to hide the wounds, it was exhausting. So he stuck to bruises. Whether it be laying on his bedroom floor and dropping a weight on his chest, or smacking his leg with a metal water bottle. He couldn't seem to get enough. That was until he saw Kacchan during the second month of their second year at UA.

Midoriya had been training like usual, working on getting more force into his punches, now that he didn't have One For All to rely on, when he heard a loud yell. He turned to see Bakugou sitting on the floor, mumbling curses under his breath. He watched as Kirishima began to rapidly apologize, extending a hand out to help Kacchan up. Of course, the blonde slapped the hand away, getting up slowly on his own and storming off to the shower rooms.

Izuku had followed after him. He knew Kacchan was strong, but he couldn't help but worry about his friend. He knew the other teen was always pushing himself beyond his limits.

Izuku opened the shower room door slowly, not wanting to startle the other. He turned the corner, spotting Kacchan instantly. Normally, Izuku would be admiring the blondes tight muscles, his broad shoulders, the way sweat dripped down his back and over the curve of his ass, but today, his eyes were drawn to the colorful marking covering the top right of his back. It was dark purple, splotches of yellow and green spread throughout the large mark. Izuku stared at the bruise in awe, a small gasp escaping through his lips.

The sudden noise caused Kaysuki to spin around, a scowl already on his face long before he saw Izuku, "The fuck!?" He yelled, "Fucking perv!" Katsuki added on, chucking his towel from the bench towards Izuku's face.

Izuku caught the towel with ease, staring at Katsuki's chest, more specifically the blossoming bruise on his lower stomach. Izuku had the sudden wonder of how it would bleed if he were to drag a knife across it. Would it bleed more or less than a normal cut? Would it hurt more than cutting unbruised skin? He so desperately wanted to asked if Kacchan would allow him to test it out, wondered if Kacchan would let him.

"I was just coming to check on you, Kacchan." He replied instead.

Thoughts like those started becoming more common to Izuku, they were always about Kacchan, and were almost always violent. Often times he wondered what it would be like to cut a part of Katsuki off, to keep it for himself, he cherish it forever. Maybe eat it, even. Then he could keep a part of Kacchan close to him without anyone else knowing, and Kacchan wouldn't have to be embaressed of being friends with Izuku. He'd do anything Kacchan wanted. So long as he got to have a part of the other student close to him. Would eating part of him fill that desire? That need?

He would try to hover close to Kacchan, going so far as to try and link arms with him one day. But it hadn't been enough. Kacchan hadn't felt close enough. And slowly, Izuku grew disgusted with himself. He went online to read about people with feelings like his, and came to the conclusion that it was not normal. That it was scary and gross. He was a hero in trainings for heavens sake. Isn't this why they had had to kill Toga? For thoughts like these?

Yet here he was, nearly two years later, listening to Kacchan express those exact ideas. As if Kacchan could ready every thought Izuku had been pretending not to have about him for those last two years.

"I want to memorize the taste of your flesh," Izuku mumbled, pulling Katsuki into yet another heated kiss.

Katsuki let his free hand slide under Izuku's stupid "t-shirt" t-shirt (he would burn it but knew the other would cry and complain too loudly for Katsuki's liking), mindlessly letting it heat up slowly as they kissed. "Want to feel you." Katsuki hummed, trying to engrain the feeling of Izuku's raw burning flesh beneath his finger tips.

"Then feel me, Kacchan, burn through my chest so you can reach my heart and feel how fast it's beating for you." Izuku murmured, pushing Katsuki's head to the side so he could sink his teeth into the blondes neck.

Bakugou's hand was stuck between their stomachs, continuing to climb in temperature, " 'Zuku." He sighed out, relinquishing the relief the pain of the bite provided him.

Izuku pulled his teeth back, running his tongue over the open wound. He moved his hand from Katsuki's neck to the cut, using his thumb to carefully smear the line of crimson liquid that had begun to trail slowly down his neck. Izuku brought his thumb back, admiring the colour before he looked to Katsuki. The other hero shared the same awe as he stared at the blood. Izuku moved slowly, giving Katsuki the chance to back out if he needed to, as he pressed his thumb to the other teenagers lips.

Katsuki was quick to open his mouth, running his tongue along the underside of Izuku's thumb, swirling it around the top then pulling it into his mouth, gently sucking on it. He felt felt the smoke escaping from under his palm, suddenly wondering if he would leave a scar on Izuku, though easily got distracted as he felt hips rolling up against him.

Izuku's "trapped" hand easily shoved Katsuki's away, moving to hold the wrist of the hand Katsuki had on his stomach, his head falling back as he let out a breathy moan.

Katsuki unconsciously let a few sparks pop from his palm, as he slowly began to roll his hips in time with Izuku's, keeping his eyes focused on the man below him.

He felt close to Izuku. Well, closer. Shit, it wasn't enough. What more could he do? He doubted letting the nerd fuck him would be any better. He wanted to burn open Izuku's stomach, rip his ribs apart and crawl inside. He wanted to bite a chunk out of his shoulder and swallow it whole. He wanted Izuku. He wanted to know how he felt, what he thought, and if he had the same craving as Katsuki.

Bakugou finally pulled his hand away, Izuku's shirt getting shoved up to his chest in the process. He marveled at the lightly charred skin, shining a bright red on Izuku's stomach. He spat Izuku's finger out, making quick work of taking his own top off.

Glaring down at Izuku, he watched as the boy stared at his bruised and beaten torso, "Well? Fucking say something, don't just stare you creep." He spat.

"Kacchan, I..." Izuku looked over his body again, then, in one swift motion, Katsuki found himself being picked up and brought over to the bed once again. Izuku stayed laying down beneath him, where he fucking belonged in Katsuki's opinion, and Katsuki now straddled only one of his legs.

"The fuck?" He stared back at Izuku, the boys shirt still slightly hitched up, burn still on display.

"Figured Kacchan's bed would he more comfortable." Izuku explained, his hands resting on Katsuki's hips, nails digging into his skin.

Bakugou leaned down for a kiss, and he wasn't sure if it would accidental when Izuku bent the leg Katsuki sat on at the same time, causing his dick to drag across it harshly as he fell forwards. Katsuki's forehead fell against Izuku's while he moaned, pushing his hips back before rolling them forwards in an attempt to recreate the feeling. "Shit." He moaned again, continuing to grind against the thigh below him, gasping softly as he felt Izuku's nails dig deeper, a cold feeling trickling down his sides, which Katsuki could only assume was blood.

"That's it'" Izuku hummed gently, "just like that."

It was only then Katsuki noticed the hands that had been piercing his waist were also pushing his hips down, helping him keep his pace as he continued to move his hips.

God, how pathetic was this? He had brought Izuku here to beat the shut out of him, and now here he was, humping the guys leg like a fucking dog.

He could feel Izuku's leg moving below him, adding extra friction against his stupid hard-on. How sick was this shit? Getting off with a guy cause he made Katsuki bleed. It was disgusting, yet when Katsuki looked between their bodies and caught sight of the slight reflection of red liquid he couldn't stop the groan that left his mouth.

He wanted to kill this idiot, chew him up and spit him back out. Prove that he was still stronger, still better than this idiot, that he could still hurt him.

"Go on Kacchan, take what you need." That was all the permission he needed, biting down onto the collarbone infront of him, moaning softly as the thigh pressed harder against his dick.

He felt tears build in his eyes as he moved his mouth over to a clean spot of skin, biting down again. He wanted Izuku covered in his own blood, needing to see it, needing to know Deku was really alive. That this wasn't some fucked up dream.

His stomach felt hot and tight, and Izuku kept pressing harder into his sides, Katsuki would he surprised if he didn't end up with bruises after.

"Come on Katsuki, use me." Izuku moaned, his head feeling lighter everytime Katsuki's teeth pierced his skin.

He wasn't sure if it was the words, the feeling of blood trickling down his sides, or the way Izuku sounded as he used his first name, but Katsuki was coming. And really fucking hard. His mouth fell open, and he hid in the others neck, the tears finally falling as he moaned loudly. He continued to roll his hips against Izuku's leg, mumbling quiet curses into his neck while sparks fell from his palms, burning small holes into the blanket below them; A few decorating Izuku's chest with small bright burns.

"Did Kacchan just cum in his pants?" Izuku teased breathlessly, a lazy grin on his face (an unusual expression to see on him, Katsuki noted).

The blonde could barely hold eye contact, shoving his head back down into the others neck, mumbling "Fuck you." as he tried to get his brain to work, to tell him what to do now.

"Was it really that easy?" Izuku continued, "Not that I would ever judge you, it's just that Kacchan has such good stamina during class training, I guess I assumed it would be the same here. If I knew that thigh riding would be enough," His rambling was interrupted by a hand hitting his face, shoving it away.

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?!" Bakugou snapped, no longer hiding his face as he sat up, still atop the younger boy.

Izuku glanced down at his waist, giving a small shrug, "Sometimes." He answered, his eyes meeting Katsuki's once again.

And that, well that was unexpected. Izuku wasn't supposed to be so blunt, so forward. That was Katsuki's job. Izuku was supposed to be the shy, timid one. The person who can't stand up for himself.

But here Katsuki found himself, feeling his face heat up and his throat go dry. Fuck. Was he fucking nervous?

This was all so so wrong.

Katsuki fucking Bakugou does not get nervous. He doesn't grind on the thighs of losers he bullied in middle school, even if they were well built now and it felt really really fucking good. He doesn't imagine removing said losers organs so that he could take their place and finally, finally, be close enough.

"Kacchan?" The gentle call of the stupid nickname tore him away from his thoughts.

"What?" He hissed back.

"Um, it's just," The other trailed off, his eyes falling down to his very large, probably painful, erection.

Katsuki snarled in disgust, "The fuck am I supposed to do about that?" He stood up, sliding a new shirt on before announcing, "I'm going to shower. You better not be here when I get back." He looked at his floor, picking up a pair of, hopefully somewhat clean, sweatpants before turning to leave.

"What? Kacchan," Izuku stood up after him, "But I, I helped," he went quiet again as he gestured to Katsukis, clearly spent, crotch.

"So fucking what?" He put an emphasis on each word, glaring at his classmate. "I didn't ask you to. Ain't you the one that said to use you?" The taller boy shivered as he repeated the words, not willing to acknowledge or admit that was the thing that had done him in so quickly. "I'm done using you now." He added as he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Moments later he was in the empty communal shower room, one hand covering his mouth, the other moving up and down his length as he jerked himself off to the fresh memories of Izuku below him, the words "use me" repeating in his mind until he was shooting white onto the wet tile floor.

God he was so fucked.

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One Last Dance

Katsuki knows everything good comes with a price, but he can't stop himself from hoping this one thing will last.

Alt: Katsuki is offered love, but he wasn't created to own such beautiful things, so he's not surprised when it gets taken from him.

Mentions of war - character death

(no happy ending)

If you're feeling crazy, consider listening to Night We Met (Lord Huron) + Fourth of July (Sufjan Stevens)

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Katsuki knew he wouldn't make it out alive.

It was a curse he had learned to accept. Every good thing in his life came with a price.

His quirk had been the first. It was a trait of his he had been worshiped and praised for. And while it awarded him acknowledgment and fame, it had left him lonely. He was too great for those around him. His family, peers, teachers, they saw his quirk, but never him.

Then when he got into UA, only to be made fun of and kicked down from the pedestal he had been raised on. It had been humiliating. From top of his grade to "the loud kid in the hero course".

And finally, a confession from his closest friend.

Katsuki stood infront of his childhood friend, in the privacy of the empty 1-A classroom late into the night. Their classmates and teacher were long gone now that the briefing was over, all headed to bed in preparation of the war, just hours away.

Izuku had asked Katsuki to stay behind, turning on some quiet music in attempt to fill the silence as they waited for the hallways to empty out, making sure no one else was around. That the two heroes were well and truly alone.

Katsuki wasn't sure what he had expected. Maybe for Izuku to confess he had a new quirk, or some inside info about the upcoming fight. So when the timid boy began to spill his heart out, Katsuki froze.

"I don't expect you to reciprocate my feelings, I just..." Izuku sighed, shrugging his shoulders, "I needed to tell you." He continued on, meeting Katsuki's eyes. "I can't help but admire you, Kacchan. You're honest, strong, and you care about your friends. You're always pushing me to be my best, you look out for me, for your classmates. You're a good person, Katsuki."

'No I'm not.' Katsuki wanted to scream, 'I'm selfish, dangerous, loud and brutish. I'm mean. I am not a good person.'

But instead, he stepped forwards, wrapping the boy before him in a hug. Carefully guiding Izuku's head onto his shoulder. He didn't want to look at him, he couldn't look at him.

"I love you Kacchan." Izuku admitted quietly into Katsuki's shirt.

He swore he could feel it, Izuku's love, fogging up his brain, making him dizzy. He wished he could love the boy back. But he was not created to feel such deep emotions. He was born out of lust and anger, therefore he himself would only create destruction and hatred.

"After the war," Izuku began softly, "Do you think I could take you out to dinner? I've always wanted to take you somewhere nice, see Kacchan all dressed up." He leaned back, giving Katsuki a hopeful smile.

How was Katsuki supposed to say no?

"I'd like that." The blonde nodded, feeling the corners of his lips tug up without his permission, so he shoved Izuku's head back against his chest.

Izuku giggled, holding Katsuki's waist as he began swaying them to the quiet music.

"This song's terrible." Katsuki commented, though began letting his body move along to the gentle melody.

"Shut up." Izuku hummed contently, continuing to dance with his friend.

Izuku was a good thing. And having his love, that may be the greatest possible thing Katsuki every had the opportunity to have. So he accepted what he knew would come to find him and stayed waiting for his innevitable punishment.

The two of them continued to dance, in their own world as their movements grew more bold. Katsuki was breathless, staring at Izuku, at his huge smile and sparkling eyes, he found it difficult to breath. He was in awe of the other. From the way Izuku laughed when he fumbled a step yet managed to continue singing along to the music, to the way he danced with Katsuki's hand in his own. Holding tightly, as if he never wished to let go.

Katsuki wanted to love him back, he so desperately wanted to know the feeling. He could feel a warm flickering inside his chest when he looked at the other, a feeling he couldn't quite make sense of. It felt good, comforting, it felt real. But it also felt so new, so foreign. Like a language he'd heard in passing but was unable to speak. He wanted to keep whatever this emotion was for a little longer, yet he had the strange feeling he wouldn't be allowed to feel this way again. Like it was a welcome and goodbye all at once.

He wanted to tell Izuku he loved him too, but he knew he wasn't allowed such meaningful things, so instead:

"You're terrible at dancing."

"Maybe," Izuku grinned, equally as breathless, though Katsuki wasn't sure if it was for the same reasons, "Guess you'll have to teach me after the war."

Katsuki snorted a laugh, "Yeah, you stupid nerd, I'll show you how a pro really dances once this stupid fight's over with."

Izuku laughed again, the music getting quiet as they slow danced in the empty classroom, warmth surrounding them, Katsuki swore he could hear his own heartbeat in the sudden silence.

He closed his eyes, letting himself embrace the moment as he felt his body become weightless.

No more warmth, no laughter, no heartbeat ringing in his ears. Just the crushing force tearing through his chest.

The world spun violently around him, everything blurring into a dark nothingness. His body slammed harshly into the unforgiving ground. The impact was sharp, brutal, bone cracking against the solid concrete beneath him.

There were yells and cries of other heroes as he laid on the ground, the war continuing on even as he stayed still. But time kept moving, Katsuki now nothing but a forgotten pause in that time, his torn and bloody body proof that the universe never gives without taking.

His chest felt tight, his lungs screaming for air he would never receive. He was breathless, unmoving, lifeless.

Izuku's love had been a good thing, and death was the price Katsuki now paid for trying to accept it.

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