#I gotta stop with these stupid comics and focus on my au

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every time I think abt Multiplication (the episode, not math) I’m just stuck thinking abt how they all just left Nino standing there like lmaoooo dude

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BTS DRABBLE

@gemad08 (I hope it was you who requested this! I can’t remember!): Reader listens to another group’s music and her BTS boyfriends all have very different feelings about that. 

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Fluff, Request, Ask, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Kim seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, OT7, boyfriend AU

Genre: Fluff

Title: Playlist

KIM SEOKJIN

“What are you listening to?” Questions Jungkook curiously, as he plops down on the sofa beside you, removing his inner ear piece and reaching up to wipe the sheen of sweat from his forehead. 

You pull out one of your own headphones and offer him a slight smile, readjusting the homework you had been working on on your lap. “Oh you know, this and that.” 

Jungkook nods, reaching across you to snag an unopened water bottle from the table, before he gulps down almost half of it in one swell swoop. “Yeah, my playlists tend to be a little bit of everything too.” 

The couch dips under Jin’s weight as your boyfriend arrives and settles down on your other side, his own hair damp with exertion, as he glances over at you with one eyebrow arched in a look of slight teasing, reaching for your dangling headphone, “It better be our stuff, jagi, or I’ll question your loyalty as a girlfriend.” 

You open your mouth, but before you can respond, he places the headphone in his ear, and you watch as his eyes widen and his lips purse into a comical pout that has you holding back laughter. 

“Yah, jagi!” Jin exclaims, ripping the headphones out of both of your ears, as he stares you down with a look akin to dramatic hurt and betrayal. “You’re listening to WinnerWinner?!” 

You offer him a sheepish smile, before sticking your tongue out and putting the headphones back in your ears, though you don’t miss the sound of Jungkook laughing over the beats of your music. 

“I like their stuff.” You protest, pointing to the homework in your lap. “It’s good study music. Helps me focus.” 

“And our stuff can’t??” Jin complains in an incredulous voice, mouth still drawn into a deeper pout than before if possible. “Our stuff is great for studying! Take Moon for example, or Epiphany!” 

“That’s your stuff.” You tease back gently, before leaning over to press a kiss to his full, plump, still pouting lips. “Besides, you don’t need to be jealous. You’re the only one I kiss after all.” 

You grin at him, as he harumphs and throws an arm grumpily across your shoulders, tugging your body against his own. “I better be.” He whines out, as both you and Jungkook laugh once more. 

MIN YOONGI

“Yoongi, how much longer?” You whine from your position on the futon in his studio, feet kicking loosely in the air, head dangling upside down from one of the arms, as you adjust your headphones in your ear. “I’m hungry.” 

“All right, all right.” Your boyfriend grumbles, shutting off the screen of his computer, and getting up to cross the room to you. He flicks the crown of your head, making you yelp and sit upright again, as he sinks into the cushions beside you. “What’re you listening to anyway?” 

You offer him the free headphone willingly, and he puts it to his ear, face immediately pulling into a look of distaste at the sounds of Zico’s smooth rap coming through the speakers. 

“Why are you listening to this shit?” Yoongi asks, pulling the headphone from his ear as quickly as he had placed it there, shooting you a sharp look of disapproval. 

“I like it.” You pull your own headphone loose and shoot him a glare in return, voice defensive as you begin to coil up the wire and shove it into your purse. “It’s catchy.” 

“Really?” Yoongi looks at you with a stare of disbelief, and you feel your cheeks heat up, as if he’s caught you red handed doing something you shouldn’t. “Who taught you what was good music?” 

“Myself.” You sniff, though you can’t stay mad at him, because the look of utter confusion and absolute pure surprise on his face at your music choices has you wanting to bust into giggles. 

“That stuff is crap.” Yoongi stands from the couch and waves a hand at your phone, motioning to your music taste as a whole. He cocks his head as he looks down at you, and the hint of a superior smirk begins to lift his lips, as he says firmly, “I guess I need to educate you on what’s good music, baby. I didn’t know you were so naive.” 

You scoff and stick your tongue out at him, as he whirls his desk chair around and motions for you to sit. 

“But what about food?” You complain, stomach still grumbling hungrily as you take a seat, Yoongi reaching around you to turn on the computer. 

“I’ll get delivery.” He says nonchalantly, clicking into a folder on the desktop. “This is much more important.” 

You sigh in defeat and lean back. “How many of these songs are gonna be your own, Min Yoongi?” You ask suspiciously, looking up at him standing over you, as he offers you the hint of a smile and presses a kiss to your upturned forehead. 

“I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.” He teases, before hitting play. 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Everything I need is on the ground-” 

You sing along to the lyrics of the song that is blasting from the speakers underneath your breath, as you continue your sweeping circle of the kitchen, doing little skip hops to the beat of the music when it tickles your fancy. 

You’re feeling good. 

You’re done with work for the week, you’re pretty sure you’re getting delivery for dinner tonight instead of cooking, and your boyfriend should be home any minute from the studio. 

Not to mention, Rose’s new song is kicking. 

Speak of the devil. 

Just as you’re glancing at the clock, the sound of a lock is heard in the front door and Hobi bursts into the apartment, face bright and red from practice, hair slicked back with sweat that has long since dried, ankles ringed in old, but extremely comfortable tennis shoes. 

“Hey jagi!” He calls, loud voice sounding clear even over the loud music, as he dumps his duffle bag onto the couch and kicks his shoes to the side, before entering the kitchen where you’re just emptying the last dustpan of debris into the trash. 

He circles his arms around your waist and gives you a blinding sunshine smile, before peppering your face with kisses that make you laugh until you’re out of breath. 

“I missed you.” He says in your ear, and you giggle, as his lips find another place to plant a kiss beneath the juncture of your jaw. 

“You’d think you hadn’t just seen me this morning, Jung Hoseok.” You berate teasingly, covering his hands at your waist with your own, as you turn in his arms to face him. Reaching up to push loose strands of dark hair from his forehead, you ask with a tilt of your head, “Wanna order in tonight?” 

“Yes please!” Hobi’s eyes light up at the thought of delivery and cuddling and a night spent in with you, and then they widen slightly, as he tilts his head, as if listening, to the repeating song that is still blaring over the sound system for the first time. “Is this Rose’s new one?” He asks, and you can hear the excitement in his tone. 

You nod, and before you can say anything, he is sweeping you around in circles to the beat of the newly started song, making you laugh once more, before he calls out, “I love this song! It’s so damn catchy!” 

“I can tell.” You say through your laughter, as he releases you on a spin and begins to do a little impromptu solo dance around the clean kitchen. 

“Is it on repeat?” Hobi asks, cha cha-ing real smooth over to you, before he takes your hands once more. 

You nod. “Of course.” 

“Great.” He grins, and the sunshine between his teeth is blinding, as he pulls you into another goofy spin. “Keep it going all night.” 

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon slides into the passenger seat, and you lean over to turn the music down-having turned it up to listen to it loudly with the windows down while you drove-and open your mouth to ask him about his day. 

He beats you to it though, catching you off guard, as he eyes the name of the song on the car display curiously. “You’re listening to Jackson’s stuff?” 

You blush, feeling embarrassed for some stupid reason, and turn the song almost off, as you reach to put the car into gear. “Yes? I really like his new album.” 

“That’s good.” Namjoon says softly, almost as if he’s thinking, as he stares out the car window as you pull out of the studio’s parking lot. “He’ll be happy to hear that.” 

You drive in silence for a bit, and you’re wondering if you’re imagining the sudden weird air between you and your boyfriend. Maybe it’s just you? It’s gotta be in your head, right? 

You glance at Namjoon out of the corner of your eye, and you note he looks tired. As you turn onto the main road, you ask gently, “Everything go okay today?” 

“Hmmm?” Namjoon questions beneath his breath, glancing over at you, as if you have pulled him from his thoughts. He offers you the hint of a smile. “Oh,  yeah! Everything was fine. Super busy. Like it always is.” 

You nod, tightening and loosening your fingers on the steering wheel, as silence once again prevails. 

Why is this weird. Was it because of the music? 

You glance at the display, and see another one of Jackson’s songs scrolling across the heading. 

Was it weird to listen to your boyfriend’s best friend’s music? Was that some sort of faux pas you weren’t aware of? 

Shit. 

“Namjoon-” You start to say, and when he looks at you, you force yourself to swallow and keep going. “Does it upset you if I listen to Jackson’s stuff? If so, I’ll stop-” 

“What?” Namjoon looks startled, catching you off guard, and his eyes widen as he stares at you. “Why would that upset me?” 

“I dunno.” You shrug, suddenly feeling sheepish that you had made this into a deal at all. “I just didn’t know-” 

“Baby.” Namjoon leans across the center console, his large, warm palm going to rest on your thigh, as his whole face suddenly breaks out into an amused grin. “You can listen to whoever you want. I don’t care.” He winks at you. “And I was being serious about Jackson being excited to hear you like his stuff. Hell, I like his stuff.” 

“Why were you so quiet then?” You ask, relieved, yet not being able to stop yourself now. 

“Oh.” Namjoon settles back into his seat, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, as his fingers start to stroke lazy patterns across the jean covered skin of your thigh. He cracks an eye open and shoots you a mischievous grin. “I was just contemplating all of the shit I can show you now that I know you like Jackson’s music. There’s so much in his vault that hasn’t been released to the public that I have access to.” 

Your mouth dropped open. “Really?” 

Namjoon closed his eyes once more, but not before shooting you another wink. “Really. Buckle up, baby. If you want Jackson Wang, I’ll give you Jackson Wang.” 

PARK JIMIN

“Jimin, this is so stupid.” You huff out, as you try to jump two stairs at a time, keeping up with your boyfriend as he doggedly works his way upward. 

Damn. For a short guy, he’s really fast. 

“Is it?” Jimin asks over his shoulder sharply, not looking at you, as you finally reach the floor that houses the building’s gym and push through the door. He holds it open for you, even though he’s mad, and you’re glad he’s not angry enough to have forgotten the habit. That bodes well. 

“Yeah, it is.” You snap back, reaching up to wipe some sweat from the back of your neck,as you adjust your dangling headphones. Why did you agree to work out with him. You should have known better. The walk up the five flights of stairs had been enough. “It’s ridiculous.” 

“Hmmm okay.” Jimin hums out mockingly, already headed for the treadmill, as he raises the incline and stretches his ankles, shooting you a heated glare. “Fine. So you won’t mind if I start religiously listening to Girl’s Generation.” 

“No?” You pose it as a question, because the idea of that upsetting you just doesn’t compute into your head. 

“See, it doesn’t make sense to you, because you’re not an artist.” Jimin complains, sliding his own headphones into his ears as he turns on the treadmill and starts into a brisk jog. 

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes and head to the elliptical, as far from your moody boyfriend as you can go. 

There is nothing but silence and the sound of breathing and the machines, until Jungkook comes into through the door minutes later, towel slung around his neck, curls already damp with sweat, and you just know he has already been doing some insane pre-workout before his actual workout. 

Crazy bastard. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!’ Jungkook calls out cheerfully, with a bunny grin and a wave of his hand in your direction. 

“She probably can’t hear you. She’s listening to her favorite band.” Jimin snarks in before you can answer his friend, face dark as he continues to sprint through the workout on the treadmill. 

Jungkook looks curiously between the two of you, and you stop what you’re doing, letting out an irritated sigh. 

“Jungkook, tell Jimin this is stupid.” You say, standing and stretching your arms above your head, as you stick your tongue out at your still grumpy boyfriend. “He’s upset because he found out I like listening to GOT7 more than your stuff, and now he’s throwing a jealousy tantrum.” 

“I am not!” Jimin yanks the headphones out of his ears and points in your direction, past the bewildered Jungkook who stands in the middle of you two. “You told me, and I quote ‘It’s weird to listen to your stuff, because you’re my boyfriend.’“ 

“Well it is!” You shout back, cheeks red, whether from the exercise or the heat of the stupid, teasing argument that had gotten well out of hand. 

“Okay, you guys are both being stupid.” Jungkook steps in, holding his hands out as a peace offering between your two heaving chests, as if worried you’re going to come to blows. He glances over at Jimin. “Jimin, your girlfriend can listen to anyone she wants. She’s not your property. You tend to get jealousy, but you don’t need to, because you should know how crazy in love with you she is.” 

He glances over to you next, face stern, and you already feel your heart calming in your chest at his words, and Jimin must feel the same, because he doesn’t look quite as riled as before. 

“And (Y/N), just because you’re dating an idol doesn’t mean that you have to listen to their music. But try to be a little more sympathetic yeah? We work hard on our shit, and you gotta take into account how Jimin feels.” 

You sigh, and glance across the wise younger boy to Jimin, who looks slightly remorseful now. “Fine.” You sigh out, reaching out to offer him a hand. He shakes it, twining his fingers with yours at the last minute. “I’ll try to broaden my perspective.” 

“And I’ll try to tone down the jealousy.” Jimin concedes, finally offering you the hint of a smile as his full lips curl upward. 

“However.” You shake a finger at the two boys. “I’m not listening to, or watching, or ever liking, Go Go. And you can’t make me.” 

They groan, and you laugh before pulling the two of them into a hug. 

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Hey jagi, have you seen my-” 

You glance up as your boyfriend comes into the room, his words stuttering to a stop as he pauses in the doorway to stare at you, lacing up your nikes by the front door. 

“What?” You ask, slightly self consciously, as you glance down at the running outfit you wear-athletic shorts and a sheer tank top covering a brightly colored sports bra, complete with dangling earphones and comfy running shoes-wondering what he’s staring at. 

“Nothing.” Taehyung shakes his head, a sly smile coming across his features, as he creeps across the room as if he’s stalking you, before grabbing you around the waist and crushing you to him, lips going to your ear and voice low. “You just look good enough to eat, that’s all.” 

You blush and bat at him, but he doesn’t release you. “Stop. You’re so gross.” 

“I can’t help it that my girlfriend is super hot.” He drags his lips up the curve of your neck in a line of sloppy kisses, making you laugh and try to pull away from him once more. “You know the only reason I go running with you is so I can watch your ass in those short shorts.” He slaps his hand across said ass, and you yelp. 

“Will you quit?” You swat him away again, more aggressively this time, as he finally releases his hold on your waist, but doesn’t pull away from you, as he grabs one of your headphones and holds it up to his ear. 

“What’s your running playlist?” Taehyung asks curiously, and you grin, pushing play on the first song. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, motioning to you. “Mmmm nope. Next.” 

You skip forward to the next song, and suddenly, his eyes are going wide and his mouth is forming an o and an overly manic excited look is entering his normal expression. 

You glance down at the song name and instantly see why. 

“Holy shit, I love this song.” Taehyung exclaims, wiggling his body to the sound of gangnam style and Psy’s upbeat vocals. 

“I know.” You laugh, before he shoves the headphones back into your hand, catching you by surprise, as he darts past you back the way he had came. “What are you doing??” 

“I gotta get my kazoo.” Taehyung calls over his shoulder, then stops in his tracks, glancing back at where you still stand in place. “Actually, on second thought.” He retreats on fast steps and grabs your hand, dragging you along with him toward the office, ignoring your weak protests. “You better come along. I’m about to blow your mind. I can play this song on both kazoo and keyboard.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

Jungkook’s brow is furrowed, his normally caramel eyes dark, lips set into a thin line, and you know. You know that look. 

He’s getting competitive. 

They don’t call him the golden maknae for nothing, right? 

“Jungkook.” You say in a warning tone, already knowing where his mind is going. 

“There’s no way.” Jungkook huffs out, pulling the headset from off his ears as he shoots you a look of utter fire, eyes hard and set. “There’s no way they’re better than us.” 

You sigh, and the sound is slightly amused and slightly exasperated. “Kook, I didn’t say they were better than you-” 

“Then why listen to them?” He cuts you off, throwing the headset aside and rising to pace the room, before he comes back to stand behind the couch, fingers clenched around the back cushion as he stares into the distance. 

“I like their music?” You offer helplessly, as you watch him spiral into that competitive frame of mind that you find halfway hot as hell and halfway infuriating as all get out. 

“You really think they’re better than us?” Jungkook asks, interrupting you, as if he hadn’t just heard a word of the answer you had offered. He glances down at you, eyes dark beneath the fringe of his long hair, long hair that’s getting slightly out of control and is fringing on tangled mess of curls. “Why are they better? how are they better?” He mutters to himself, eyes focusing on something far away, as he continues on in disbelief. “Oneus? Really?” 

You roll you eyes and push yourself up from the couch, circling around to stand behind him, sliding your hands around his narrow waist, allowing yourself to feel the muscles of his abdomen beneath his sweatshirt before you finally speak. “Kookie, can you not. Just this once. Please.” 

“Not what?” He asks, suddenly curious, as he glances back at you, doe eyes wide, as if he’s not even aware of what he’s doing. 

“Not compete?” You ask with slight amusement, brows raised in pleading in your boyfriend’s tense direction. 

His shoulders relax slightly, and he turns to face you, returning your embrace, his chin resting comfortably on the crown of your head. “Sorry, jagi. Habit.” 

“You wanna be the best, I get it.” You hum back, leaning back to connect your lips with his, as the hint of smile starts across your face. “However.” You reach up to push the hair back from his forehead, admiring his handsome, flawless features as he stares down at you. “To me, no one will ever be better than you, Jeon Jungkook.” 

His features soften, and he offers you the bunny smile you love so much. “Really?” 

“Really.” You grin in return, and reach up to tap the end of his nose with your finger before leaning in to give him another quick kiss. “You’re the best there is.” 

[daebakinc]

Hero Among Thorns   - Pt 6

Pairing: Hyunwoo x Reader Genre: Undercover Detective AU, Action, Romance  Word Count: 2.5K Summary: When a mistaken connection results in your kidnapping by one of the city’s most notorious gangs, the undercover detective Hyunwoo has no choice but to rescue and protect you, and, most dangerously of all, fall in love with you. Warning: Mentions of violence and blood. Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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  Hyunwoo immediately looks over to you, but you can't read anything from his face. Minhyuk's, on the other hand, is drawn. His fingers tap rapidly where they rest on the car door. Something has him agitated and this time, it's nothing you've done. At least, you don't think.

You glance out the windshield. Numerous high-end looking cars sit around the spacious shop floor on lifts or on the ground with hoods open, but they're all abandoned. The rest of Hyunwoo's crew, all outfitted in coveralls with varying grease stains, stand in an open area of the floor around Changkyun, who has one of his tablets in his hands. Their bodies mimic Minhyuk's, tense like warriors awaiting orders to confront the enemy head-on.

A sickly cool settles on your skin. Something's definitely wrong.

“Can I get out first?” Hyunwoo asks Minhyuk.

He backs away from the car.

The car is suddenly too stuffy despite the open window. You put your hand on the door handle, but something closes around your other hand, stopping you. You look down.

Hyunwoo's hand rests on top of yours. Your eyes shoot up to his, your heart thumping. He doesn't smile, doesn't say a word. He only squeezes your hand and nods. A simple dip of his head.

For some reason, that's enough to calm you. That silent reassurance that no matter what has his team so uneasy, Hyunwoo won't let it touch you. Not ever.

His hand is gone the second before his door opens and he slides out of the car. You hurriedly unbuckle and slip out as well, following close behind him.

“What happened?” Hyunwoo stops in front of his teammates, scanning each face.

“Not here. Upstairs.” Minhyuk's eyes land on you for a split second before he jerks his head toward a set of metal stairs. They lead to what you assume is an office space on the upper half of the garage that has a single window to look out of.

The message is clear. Whatever it is, Minhyuk doesn't want you to see it. You can't help but wonder if there's an actual reason or if he's letting his grudge be a pain in the ass.

“If it concerns me, I want to know,” you demand.

Minhyuk doesn't look at you, only Hyunwoo, and shakes his head at the leader's questioning gaze.

“I want to know,” you repeat.

“It's not about you, alright?” Minhyuk retorts. “It's about another witness. It's classified.”

You almost snark back with 'What? Another one die on your watch?' but you bite your tongue. No use pissing this guy off again if he's lying. Plus, if you're right, you probably don't want it confirmed. You do not need to jinx yourself.

“We'll be right back,” Hyunwoo says, addressing you. “There's a couch over there if you want to sit down. It should be clean. I'll show you around after if you want.”

You shrug, crossing your arms. As eager as you were to get out, you'd rather be back in your room right now. At least there, there are no surprises.

Hyunwoo heads for the stairs, the others following. Everyone except Minhyuk and Changkyun.

Minhyuk looks pointedly at Changkyun, who points to the tablet. “Gotta transfer the files first.”

Minhyuk sighs, walks towards the stairs, then turns around to walk back to you. He glances at Changkyun one more time, then says in a low voice, “Look, I'm... sorry.”

Your eyes, which had been following Hyunwoo, shoot back to Minhyuk. You misheard. “What?”

He bites his lip, fiddling with something in his coverall pockets. Sighing through his nose, he says, “I said I'm sorry, okay? For when I blew up at you at the apartment. When you said you didn't know if you'd testify.”

“Oh.” So you had heard correctly. For Minhyuk to apologize to your face is as surprising as Darth Vader being Luke's father. At least on the first watch-through.

“This case is kind of personal,” Minhyuk continues. “Remember the agent we said Yew killed? He was my friend. His name was Jung Jaehyun. He was a good agent and a better man. He didn't deserve what happened to him.”

“Oh,” you say again, more quietly. Whatever anger you still felt towards Minhyuk falls away when confronted with the pain evident in his expressive face. “I'm sorry.”

He wipes at his nose, sniffling, and looks away. “Yew needs to answer for that and everything else he's done. So much of our evidence could be ruled circumstantial; first-hand witness testimony could be what makes him pay, you see?”

Minhyuk's eyes beg for you to understand, to agree. You remember the recital of Yew's crimes, the venom and disgust with which your protectors spoke of him. You remember that tattooed arm and the way it so casually set in motion your shooting, drugging and kidnapping, the way it could have sentenced you to death. Such a man is no man at all. He is the shadow of humanity given form and such shadows are always searching for light to consume whole.

“Minhyuk...” You repeat his name so he finally looks you in the eye again. Summoning what reserve you have, you say, “I'll testify. I promise. For Jaehyun... and me.”

He stares at you, jaw dropping. It could almost be comical if not for the situation. The single promise leaves your legs weak, but it feels right. You know it’s what’s right.

Coming to his senses, Minhyuk shuts his mouth and shrugs. He turns away, tossing over his shoulder, “Thanks, but don't promise anything yet.”

Changkyun waits until his teammate is halfway up the stairs to get off his stool. “Just so you know, Minhyuk doesn't apologize often. If he does, he means it.”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

“Well, better get up there, I guess. Just wanted to make sure all our security cameras were working,” he says, stretching his arms with his tablet in hand, the screen facing you.

You catch a brief glimpse of a small room like an office. Hyunwoo leans against a wall opposite the camera, beside a large, black television screen.

Changkyun sets the tablet on his chair, winks at you without a hint of smile that lacks warmth in his eyes, and ascends the stairs.

Watching him until the door shuts behind him, your eyes then fall to the tablet. It sits there, as tempting and revolting as Pandora's Box. If Minhyuk lied, and what happened does involve you, do you want to know? Or do you want to live as ignorantly blissful as possible?

Your deliberation only lasts a few seconds. Fuck it. There's probably some kind of price on your head. How much worse could it be.

Grabbing the tablet, you sit on the rather battered-looking brown couch. You find the volume button and hold it down.

Hyunwoo's voice grows louder. “... no way to trace it back to Yew?”

You can't see Changkyun's face, but you hear him answer, “I tracked the email. It's a bogus account sent from a burner phone. The signal was from some cafe in down-town. No known connection to Yew. We could always go to the cell's last location to see if they dumped it in the area, but I doubt it. They haven't been that stupid in the past.”

“Go check it out after this anyway. We're sure it's him?”

“Watch it. It's him,” Hoseok says with finality from somewhere off camera.

Changkyun presses something held in his hand. The screen by Hyunwoo lights up white, then a video starts playing.

Out of focus, it shows the outside of a brick building during the early gray hours of dawn. Whoever is taking the video is high up, at least three or four stories. The camera shifts and zooms in, going out of focus again. The sounds of a city are faint. Only a heavy breathing is captured clearly. The video slows to focus on a window of the opposite building.

It's open and without curtains. The camera zooms in even closer.

You gasp. The tablet drops from your frozen fingers.

The image, full of shadows as it is, leers back at you, still on the screen.

That's the blanket on your bed, the lamp on your bedside table, your face peaceful in sleep against the pillow.

The long muzzle of a rifle enters the shot. The end of its barrel aligns itself with your head like a hound trained on a scent.

You watch yourself roll away from the camera's view, completely unaware your safe-house could become the scene of your death.

A voice, mechanical and menacing, breaks the anonymous videographer's breathing.

“You let your girl sleep alone?” it asks, giving a low chuckle that makes you shiver with its chill. “Consider this a professional courtesy. Guess you didn't take my warning to guard her better seriously, Shownu. Bad idea.”

The video goes black.

Bad idea... Bad idea...

Changkyun comes down first, pausing at the foot of the stairs long enough to catch your eye. The look on your face must have confirmed you watched, but he doesn't stay to talk, instead heading out a side door. You drift from car to car after everyone but Hyunwoo and Hyungwon return to the garage floor, handing them tools or fetching needed parts. You know you're probably more hindrance than help. But they keep thanking you and patiently explaining what they're doing when you ask regardless. Jooheon especially pays attention to you, probably sensing your new restlessness. The mechanics may go over your head, but puzzling over it keeps the fear at bay. Somewhat.

Bad idea... Bad idea...

The pizzas Kihyun brings back smells amazing. One of them is even your favorite, but you're not sure you can even take a bite. Your stomach feels too tense to allow food of any kind in. You just smile and wave away Hoseok's call, pretending to be interested by a parts catalog you found on one of the benches. Hyunwoo wordlessly puts a paper plate with two slices of your favorite by your elbow. Rather than insult his kindness, you eat it all. The pizza tastes like ash and sits like a leaden weight in your stomach.

Bad idea... Bad idea...

Dread weighs on your chest when it's time to go. Hyunwoo and the rest of the team have done nothing but prove you can trust them. However, you doubt the windows in your bedroom are bulletproof. Maybe they'll move you somewhere else. But what if Yew can find you then too?

“Hey.”

You look up. Hyunwoo is watching you, holding the car door open for you. You had unknowingly stopped a few feet away. “Sorry, coming.”

Hyunwoo says nothing after he shuts the door after you, nor after he pulls out the garage. The closer you get to the apartment, the tighter your hands grip the seat. They start to ache, but you can't convince yourself to let go. The sanctuary you were so eager to leave feels even more like a trap than before.

Hyunwoo pulls the car into the same spot as before. As he turns the keys off, he says “Are you-?” just as you blurt out “I don't-”

“Sorry, you first,” Hyunwoo says, waving his hand in invitation.

Clearing your throat, you focus on your feet. “I don't want to go back in.”

“Why?”

“I... I saw the video. The one Yew sent.”

“How?” There's surprise, but no anger in Hyunwoo's voice.

You still don't dare to lift your gaze. “Changkyun's tablet.”

“Ah. He did try to argue you should know what's going on.”

You look up to watch Hyunwoo's face when you ask, “Were you going to tell me?”

Your ears suddenly feel hot at the thought of them keeping you in the dark about the new threat. Wouldn't they want to know if someone almost put a bullet between their eyes as they slept?

“We were still deciding,” he replies, meeting your eyes head-on. Even now, his directness is almost shocking. Shocking enough at least to cool some of your anger towards them. “Guess it's out of our hands. We didn't want to scare you any more than we know you are.”

“Too late.” You chuckle mirthlessly.

“If Yew was going to kill you, he would have done it already.”

“Gee, thanks. That makes me feel loads better.”

Hyunwoo sighs at your heavy sarcasm. With patience clear in his voice, he says, “When you were kidnapped, that was a warning. We were entering his game without his permission. I'm still not sure why he got personally involved, but now we're messing up the chain of power. Showing he can still get to you is his bid to scare me and make us back off. But he won't do anything to you again.”

It's incredibly hard not to scoff. The obvious conviction in Hyunwoo's face stops you. “How can you know that for sure?”

“Because Yew's style is mind games. He isn't usually direct; he typically prefers being more subtle than overt. It's why he's been so hard to catch.”

“So what's to stop him from hiring someone to shoot me so it doesn't lead back to him? He killed your other agent.”

“A murder by sniper in a neighborhood like this? Of someone with no known ties to criminal activity? That would make news more than a nameless body in an alleyway. He must've thought our agent was a no one like that. Yew doesn't like news surrounding any of his crimes. News brings pressure on the police to solve the crime. Pressure that could hurt him or his business. He won't risk that.”

You feel like you're missing something. “So how are you supposed to get him?”

“Stealing high end cars was his beginning, now a hobby. We're stealing business from him. If we make him angry enough to do something drastic again, he'll come after me personally. Because I'm making this personal.”

So Hyunwoo is acting as a kind of bait. You shift in your seat, an unwelcome image of an injured Hyunwoo flashing in your mind. It's an uncomfortable thought to say the least, but just how sharp the pang is in your heart is jarring.

Hyunwoo says your name, making you look at him again.

“If I ever thought you were in real danger, that I couldn't protect you, I would get you out of here. I'd send you somewhere safe. Do you believe me?”

To your disbelief, Hyunwoo truly looks worried about your opinion of his ability to keep you from harm. Why should it matter to him? He's in charge of this whole thing in more ways than one. He's the badass skilled agent. As long as you don't run away, which you won't because you like living, he can do anything he wants with you. Hyunwoo could even use you as bait to try to draw out Yew again if he gets impatient.

But you know, as certainly as you've ever known anything, he would die before doing so.

Slowly, you nod. How could you not after everything he's done for you.

Hyunwoo smiles a little, his shoulders sagging slightly. He leans back against the seat, glancing out the window. “We'll move your things into my room. That window faces a brick wall. Should've put you there to begin with, but Jooheon suggested leaving you where you were. To give you your own space to help you feel more secure.”

“Where will you sleep?” you ask.

“On the floor of the same room in a sleeping bag if you're comfortable with that. Just to be close. Like I said, I don't think Yew would risk the attention of a forced entry and murder. It would be just in case. If you're not comfortable, I can take the couch.”

All the times your mother admonished you for not having matching cute pajamas suddenly ring in your head. You can just picture the smug look on her face. “I don't mind,” you squeak out, “but won't the floor be hard on your back? Especially after a few nights in a row?”

Hyunwoo's smile widens and he shakes his head. With a hint of pride, he says, “I've slept on a lot worse. Once, I fell asleep on concrete for a three hour nap.”

“Ow.”

“It wasn't too bad til I woke up. The shoulder I got shot in didn't like it. It's sensitive to cold.”

“You got shot?” You shift to completely face him, looking between his shoulders as if the wound was recent. “When? Are you okay?”

Hyunwoo laughs at your concern. “It was a few years ago. I’m fine, no lasting damage. Just gets a little achy when it's cold.”

“Oh.”

He glances out the window. “We should go in. Same way as we went out. Ready?”

There's a loaded question. Regardless, you answer, “Yes.”

You're not sure what you were expecting in Hyunwoo's room, but it definitely wasn't this. To call it Spartan would be too generous. The only furniture in the gray-walled room is a plain, metal-framed bed, a small trashcan, and a dresser closer to the side of a bedside table than an actual dresser. A large water bottle, the kind you remember jocks walking around with in high school, sits beside the bed on the floor along with a phone charger.

There's nothing personal. Of course, Hyunwoo can't have anything too personal on a deep-cover mission, but still. It looks more like a spartan hotel room than a bedroom.

As you stand in the doorway, clutching your pillow, you hear Hyunwoo shuffle out of the bathroom to stand just behind you. “I changed the sheets while you were in the shower, so you're all set,” he says.

“Thanks,” you say. Walking into the room feels like an intrusion, but you make yourself do it anyway. You step around the already laid-out sleeping bag for Hyunwoo, hesitating before you sit on the bed. When you look to the door, you're glad you did sit.

Hyunwoo is standing in the doorway, still drying his hair with a towel. His tan skins absolutely glows between the low light and the warmth from his shower. The plain gray sweatpants and white tank are hardly sexy on their own, but on Hyunwoo, clinging in all the right places and leaving just enough to imagination. What would it be like if instead of sleeping separately, you could sleep against him...

He drops the towel into the hamper in the hall. “Want me to turn off the light?”

“Yes, please. Thanks.” You quickly dive under the blankets, facing away from him. Hopefully he didn't notice you staring. The sheets smell like the detergent Hyunwoo bought for you. For a crazy second, you wish they still smelled like him.

The room goes dark. Hyunwoo's bare feet pad across the room. The nylon of the sleeping bag crinkles as he slides inside.

“Are you sure you're okay with the floor?” you ask quietly.

“The sleeping bag’s actually not bad,” he replies. “Lots of padding.

“Ok. Good night. Sweet dreams.” The last part slips out naturally. You screw your eyes shut, waiting for his reaction.

He only chuckles under his breath. “Good night.”

You were afraid knowing Hyunwoo was in the room with you would make it impossible to sleep. However, the adrenaline rush brought on by your eavesdropping finally catches up with you and you fall asleep shortly after settling in.

Unfortunately, sleep brings you back to a place you wish you weren't familiar with.

You know each sharp turn and twist of the abandoned street, each slash of shadow, even the haunting smell of garbage and fear and the uneven dips in the ground beneath your feet. You know how this dream goes. You know how it ends.

You wish you could fight to change it. The times you’ve tried to are countless. Unluckily, this isn't one of those dreams.

There's only one street with no end in sight. Every branching alley is blocked, sealed with impossibly high walls of bricks. Each building you pass is boarded up, derelict and hopeless. 

The asphalt and concrete echoes with your racing footsteps and panting breath. Potholes and garbage grab at your feet. Every time you stumble, the noise behind you gets louder. A distant, reverberating growl of some monster. You don't know what it is. But animal instinct tells you it's danger. It's death if it catches you.

A faint light beckons in the distance. You run faster even as your legs feel like toothpicks ready to snap. The light gets brighter and brighter, just as your dread grows and grows.

When you reach the source of the light, your hand involuntarily reaches out and opens the warehouse door.

Don't do it! you scream at yourself. It's about as useful as yelling at the character of a horror film not to enter the haunted basement.

Inside, the only light is a single, bare light-bulb swinging from a cord high above the dirt floor. It sends shadows scuttling like rats around precariously stacked boxes. Plenty of places to hide, but you know they won't be enough.

The door behind you rattles and shakes like it's been struck by a battering ram. Although your entire body is on the verge of collapse, you lurch forward with a sob.

Hide. Hide. Hide!

You dive behind one of the towers of boxes just as the door explodes open. Gravel digs into your knees and hands. Tears sting your split lip. Your heart is beating so hard you feel dizzy. Unable to do anything else, you curl in a trembling ball. Praying for the miracle that never comes. Not this time.

The boxes that provided your pathetic cover fly away.

“Found you,” a deep voice says with a sinister chuckle.

The fear that strikes you is so potent you choke on it. You try to scramble away, but a foot connects harshly with your shoulder, sending you sprawling into the corner.

“You won't escape this time,” that voice says again. You could die a thousand times and never forget that voice.

Someone shouts your name in the distance. You know that voice too, trust it, but it's too far away. They won't reach you before it happens.

Hands enclose around your throat, jerking you up. Desperation turns your fingers to claws that scratch at those hands, but to no avail. You can't fight the dark.

Metal presses itself to your head.

But instead of the usual bang and flash of light, water fills your nose and mouth.

Spluttering and coughing, you're jerked from the nightmare. The faceless murderous wraith is gone, leaving Hyunwoo's worried face filling your sight, dimly back-lit by the lamp.

You shrink away, but you don't get far. Hyunwoo drops the water bottle in his hand to cup your face.

Hyunwoo says your name again, eyes darting all over you. His grip tightens, forcing you to look at him. His voice is soft and calm, but commanding. He repeats your name. “Look at me. It's okay. It is okay. You're safe.”

You can only stare at him a moment before you burst into tears that are equal parts relief and exhaustion. Your arms shoot from their petrified position against your chest to wrap around his. They're weak, robbed of all strength by the nightmare. Yet Hyunwoo lets you pull him closer, burrowing as much of yourself against him as you can.

He encircles your shoulders like a weighted blanket. Surrounded by the soothing weight and solidness of Hyunwoo, your trembling slowly eases to occasional shivers. The lingering, grasping phantoms fade away under steady strokes of his hand from the top of your head to your back.

“Nightmare?” he finally asks when your breathing mirrors his.

You nod, not daring to speak. You're afraid his gentleness, so different from your dream, will make you cry all over again.

“Has this happened before?”

You shake your head. Then you nod again. It's happened too many times to count. Nights of waking up alone and breathless in sheets sticky with sweat. Maybe this time, your subconscious knew someone else was nearby to be your savior.

“The first night after we brought you back here,” Hyunwoo says, continuing to stroke your back, “you had a nightmare. I wonder if it was the same. That nightmare was so bad you screamed then too. It made me angry.”

“Why would it make you angry?” you ask, your voice raw. Had you really screamed? You'd kept it in all the other times.

He doesn't answer at first. Then, his voice so quiet it's barely a whisper, he says, “Because I couldn't do anything. I... don't like not being able to keep you safe.”

What did he mean by that? No one can protect you from your own mind. At least he'd saved you in reality. Why did a nightmare matter? You sniffle, your tired brain trying to make sense of it and failing.

“Are you alright now?” Hyunwoo asks. “I can call Jooheon. He probably has some medication ---”

“No. I'm okay,” you interrupt. It was just a nightmare. A terrifying one, but you shouldn't disturb Jooheon over it. Half to reassure him, half to reassure yourself, you repeat, “I'm okay.”

“I'm not sure about that.”

Hyunwoo tries to pull away, but you don't release him. You can't.

“Please.” Your voice cracks. You hate it and how small it sounds. “Please don't go.”

“I won't.” He pats your back. A sigh brushes the top of your head, but it sounds more exhausted than annoyed or frustrated. “I need you to let go for just a little though, okay? I'm just going to grab a dry shirt. I'll be right back. Promise.”

Carefully, Hyunwoo peels your arms away from his torso. He winces as he stands from his kneeling position. Guilt pricks you. How long had he stayed in that position during your meltdown? Definitely too long for comfort.

You hadn't noticed you were shivering again until Hyunwoo comes back wearing a new shirt and carrying an additional blanket. Scooting over, you pull the blankets up to your chin and grab the new one as soon as Hyunwoo shakes it out over the bed. When he slides under the blankets himself, it feels like he brought a furnace with him. Like a cat to a fire, you can't help moving closer to him. To your surprise, he puts an arm around you to draw you snug to his side.

Lifting your head just enough to see his face, you find his eyes closed. His chest is already moving up and down in sleep's lazy rhythm. Damn, the man can fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

Hyunwoo suddenly speaks, his eyes remaining closed. “You've been brave through all of this, braver than I expected. I'm proud of you.”

You're unsure if he expects an answer, but you decide not when he continues speaking.

He sighs sleepily. “This is just for tonight.” The way he mumbles it makes it sound almost as if he's telling himself that as much as you, but your fatigued brain is probably playing tricks on you.

“I know,” you reply, tentatively lowering your head to his chest. Beneath your ear, his heartbeat thumps like a lethargic lullaby.

“You'll talk with Jooheon about this nightmare tomorrow. He can help.”

“Okay.”

The nightmare doesn't return.

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Red. [1]

Red (n.)

Red could signify the color of love, passion, determination, and strength. Red could also signify blood, fire, war, desire and energy. Red is an emotionally intense color.

Title: Red

Words: 4.7k

AU: Yandere/Obssessive relationship 

Characters: Jungkook x Reader. Hoseok x Reader. OT7.

Warnings: 17+ explicit language, angst!angst!angst!, slight implications of smut, some fluff and soft moments (super fucking sappy), noona kink (if you squint reaaaaally hard), yandere/obsessive relationship (this isnt a healthy relationship and i dont promote any of this), mentions of killing, hallucinations, has very descriptive angst!!

Summary: “After the things that happened, you decided to start anew. Everything was how you thought it would be; it was simple but perfect–until you saw your name on a black envelope. Out of curiosity, you opened it; and now, you wish you didn’t.”

LIST FOR RED

CHAPTER 1

You held your phone to your ear using your shoulder. You huffed as you tried to multi-task being on the phone, walking to class and carrying a shoulder bag, laptop, books and a cup of coffee in your arms. “Can you please just do it? I have to head back to Jimin’s because he left his wallet.”

“____, as much as I love you, I will not go to your brother’s house without you. You know the look he gives me for being with you already– and you want me to go there to drop off your boxes for you.” You chuckled as he rambled and emphasized on the task you requested him to do.

“Babe, that’s just how he looks at everyone, okay? And plus, you’re bigger than him. I remember having a man for a boyfriend not a baby.” you giggle as you teased him.

“For fucks sake, ____, Your brother is a fucking cop. He looks like he hates me and he is a licensed official who can put me behind bars for, I don’t know, laughing at you when you do some stupid shit” You laugh at this because you know you’re one hell of a klutz.

“I’ll give you a blowjob if you do it” You whispered into the phone, nonchalantly. As expected, there is a small pause until you heard a groan.

“Fine, I’ll do it. You owe me big time, baby girl.”

You ended the call and texted your brother saying that Jungkook is heading over to drop off your things for your parents.

—

Bro

[12:34] Y/N: yoon

[12:34] Y/N: Jk is heading over there to bring my stuff

[12:35] Y/N: u home right?

[12:37] Bro: Nah

[12:37] Bro: not home work called but Mina is home she shuld be awake

[12:38] Y/N: Mkay ill tell him

[12:40] Bro: 👍🏻

—

Jeon♡

[12:45] Y/N: Hes not home but Mina is

[12:47] Jeon♡: Ok yessssss

[12:47] Jeon♡: but im still expecting something 👀

[12:47] Y/N: fck outta here jeon and do what u gotta do

[12:47] Jeon♡: Damn ok live u

[12:47] Jeon♡: love*** ♥️♥️

[12:48] Y/N: 🥰 love you 2

—

You shoved your phone in your bag and walked to the library. The weather was really nice. it complimented how you were dressed up for today.

Thank God, it was just for today.

Your Art Club meeting is really gonna screw you up. You really hope you ace this meeting since you stayed up all night making the power point. You’re also drowning yourself in caffeine and hoping it doesn’t spill on your new blouse. The branded shirt costed you more than your monthly grocery; and it’s not like you find it a hassle to be stylish but it’s definitely something different. It’s way different than the go-to vans and a pair of jeans with the Uni’s hoodie. Oh how you wished that’s what you were wearing right now.

After the meeting, you walked up the steps and opened the door to the University’s library. You were greeted by Namjoon, who was on his way out.

“Hey, ____. What brings you here? It isn’t Thursday today, is it?” He asked you casually while checking his Gold Casio watch. Namjoon is used to your frequent visits to the library. After working in the library for 4 out of 5 years of his Uni life, he’s accustomed to seeing you on the same desk, at the second floor, by the window. Sometimes, you’re caught doing homework, checking out Literature books or books of Art History, or probably just reading a comic book or webtoon that Jungkook told you about.

“Oh no, It’s Tuesday but I just needed to catch up with some work” accidentally bumping your elbow to the door causing you to almost drop your books but luckily, Namjoon’s instincts were fast. You quietly thanked him. “I got math to do”

“Well then,” He turned and waved “Ms. Ryu is expecting me. Good luck with math”

“Alrightie, see ya”

You walked to your usual spot and placed your laptop on the desk. You opened it and typed in the password. You grinned at the screensaver.

Oh god, it never fails to make you smile.

It was a screenshotted picture of Jungkook with ice cream of his face on your second date. It was a funny memory if you recall what happened.

“Stopppp, you’re going too hard. I might fly up” You said giggling and holding on the seesaw like it meant your life depended on it. Technically, it kind of did.

“Okay okay, i’m sorry” he said laughing at how you looked.

Both of you continued using the seesaw while casually talking about nonsense like what if aliens came and decided to rule Earth or if there was a zombie apocalypse, what you would do.

“Now that I think about it, I would find it weird that there’s two grown adults using a seesaw and eating ice cream– BUT CUTE” saying it with emphasis.

“Your right, it’s not something you see everyday” He shrugged and laughed and went back to lick his ice cream.

“Yeah, you don’t see muscle pig tatted good looking e-boy eating ice cream while using a seesaw, everyday” You teasingly said.

“What was that?” He said looking at you. You knew that he heard because his ears were starting to turn red but it didn’t stop his lips altering to a smile hearing the compliment. It was probably even boosting his ego hearing that the girl he likes called him good looking. He knew that and he always, mentally, thanked his parents and the Man above for mixing his genes well.

“Huh?” biting your lip, smiling and trying not to laugh “Oh nothing” shaking your head. You took out your phone to take a snapchat video of him holding onto the seesaw with his ice cream cone on the other hand.

He urged you to repeat it, not because of what you said, but because of how the blush crept up your face as you said it. He noticed how red your cheeks has gotten and how you adorable it is to see you this flustered.

“Say it” he whined, exaggerating the act knowing that he was being recorded. He bounced a little hard on the seesaw which caused you to jump a little. He smirked at your shocked look.

“Hmm, You wanna play that game huh?” Still taking a video, you playfully copied what he did to you which caused him to jump a little forward and the ice cream on his hand, now on the ground. His chin and mouth covered in with the dessert and his black shirt having evidence of the incident.  

“Awwww Jungkook, I’m sorry” You cooed and pouting at him. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight in front of you as you walked towards him, zooming into his face. He had a fake pout and a slight smile. Putting your phone at the back of your pocket, you took the napkin from around your cone and started to wipe his chin.

“I’m so sowwyyy”

He stared at you mischievously. You glanced into his eyes and continued to wipe his chin. He pulled your wrist down and held the sides of your face and gave you a peck on the lips. You gasp at the sudden kiss but also the feeling of the sticky sugar treat around your mouth.

“It’s okay, now we’re even” He said laughing at you, with the little pout on your face.

You smile at the memory. It reminds you how lucky you got when meeting Jungkook because not only is he caring, smart and loving, he can also be a dickhead who doesn’t take people’s shit. The duality, right? But hey, with the exception of your brother, Yoongi. He kind of isn’t ashamed to admit to you that your brother is quite intimidating and, sometimes, scare him. You’re pretty sure your brother also enjoys seeing Jungkook shit his pants whenever he sees him. His career choice, of being a police officer just adds up to the thrill of it. Although, Jungkook could be a bit younger than you, it doesn’t stop Yoongi from being protective of you. But that’s only if he is judging based on façade. Besides, he’s known Jungkook for long enough to know that he’s a keeper.

The loud sound of a book falling by the computer area brought you back to reality. You sighed and took out your math handout and begin on working out the problems.

“Now back to this shit.” You muttered. You didn’t mind doing your assignments and homework but what really irked you is that your professor never collects it. It was just the usual. He gives out assignments, expects you to do them and then pop quiz at the end of the month.

Taking a break, you leaned back into the chair and took a sip of the ice coffee you brought. You looked around while stretching and cracked your joints. It sent you a wave of relief throughout your body after solving, for God knows how long, algebra equations. You checked your phone and realized you’ve been sitting down, doing your work for 47 mins.

You stared out the window enjoying the scenery of the field and the school’s garden. What caught your eye is a group walking to the parking lot, but in this group you saw someone who thought would be familiar. You tilted your head trying to identify this person. It made you move closer to the window and you sat there with your chin on your hand, squinting your eyes for better focus. It was as if you were burning holes into this person’s back. Ironically, It was like he felt the heat behind him and he turned around. He turned around to face who could be his friends. Seeing his face, it sent chills down your spine. Blinking and shaking your head, thinking that you could be hallucinating or day-dreaming. You looked up again and couldn’t make out who they were because their friends were blocking the one who you wanted to see. Your mind became blank once again and you looked at your ice coffee.

“I really shouldn’t be drinking you, you’re starting to make me see things” you thought.

You thought that it could be the coffee. It’s already your 4th cup for the day. Although, at this rate, you don’t know if your body is immune to it because you still feel sluggish as you did this morning. You hold your head with both hands, elbows on the table, feeling a slight headache. It’s like feeling all your brain cells dying because of the caffeine overdose. You decided to shake it off and continue doing your work.

You were startled when the chair in front of you and beside you was pulled open and there sat Jimin and Taehyung. Your hands placed on your chest, you swore you that you just let out a loud shriek causing people to look at your direction.

“What the fu– don’t just randomly do that you shitheads” You whisper-yelled. You try to recover from the sudden appearance of the playful couple.

“We saw you here, hope you don’t mind we come and join you on your little study sesh”

“Not at all” You said “Oh yeah, here,” You searched in your bag for the thick leather wallet and handed it to him “Good thing you came”

"Thought you would be in class?” You asked while he shoves his wallet at the back of his pocket

“Well we finished early, Mr. Xing said he’s gonna call off for the day”

“Yeah, Poor man, been coughing all day and couldn’t sound out a syllable”

“What’s up, ____. Looking like you were shitting bricks before we gave you reason to shit bricks. What is that?” He came closer to check the assignment I was doing and to his dismay, it was math.

“Oou, well, that explains, but you good?”

“Yeah, head hurts and was thinking ‘bout some things” you mumbled.

“Well, you gotta stop overthinking, it gives you wrinkles. ‘N you know what they say about wrinkles~ they’re a sign of old age~”

“Wow, Thanks Tae” You rolled your eyes, chuckling at the two. You stayed in the library with Jimin and Taehyung talking and doing assignments and projects.

Now, you are found in Jimin’s car, releasing stress by singing your souls out to 2000s R&B. You insisted that you walk but, of course, he didn’t take no for an answer.

You were born in Daegu but your family moved to Seoul when you and Yoongi were very young. A few years ago, you decided to move in with your brother and his wife. Despite being born in the area, you felt out of place until you met Jimin and Taehyung. They were your the first set of friends that you met when you moved to Daegu. It was an easy friendship because not only that they attended DAU, Daegu Arts University, you three have the same Art History class. You’re not gonna lie but you might have had the slightest crush on Jimin during first year of Uni–that was until you find out the two were together. Hey, it didn’t hurt though, the two were like soulmates.

Checking your phone, you saw time was only 4:27 PM. You sighed realizing that you’ll have the apartment to yourself until Jungkook comes home, from his shift at the tattoo parlour, later tonight.

He was already working there when you met him. He moved away from Busan to pursue his dream in music. He asked his parents if he could move to Daegu and attend DAU. Of course, it took a toll on his parents but they let him do what he wanted. The best thing they could do was support their son on his dream; He aced a job at a tattoo parlour and he has little shows at the bars downtown, all while he was studying. He realized that it gave him satisfaction and he, secretly, took a break from school–which now, it led to him being a full-time worker at the well-known tattoo parlour. He finds that it’s nothing different if he would have finished; seeing that he didn’t need to be a college graduate to get his job. Despite those circumstances, his creativity and love for Art and Music gets him paid; and that’s what matters to him and you–that he’s happy.

“Alright,” You shut the door and tapped on the trunk “thanks boys, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, bye, _____. Sleep well tonight, You look too sleep deprived”

“I will, drive safe, text me when you’re home”

You walked up the stairs and reached your apartment. You entered the code of the door’s lock and the door makes sound, signaling you that the doors open. You entered, taking off your shoes and hanging your coat on the coat rack. Walking towards the living room, you put your bag on the ground next to the counter which separates the living room and kitchen. Plopping down on the couch, you sighed in relief of the feeling being home and laying at the soft surface. You focused on listening to the humming of the air conditioner and then you felt your eyelids becoming heavy with every tick of the clock.  

You were awoken by the smell of food and it made you realize how hungry you were; smelling the food definitely made your stomach growl that you felt the strong vibrations. You sat up and looked around and adjusted your vision to the light. You turned around and saw Jungkook’s back. You stood up and quickly stretched and walked towards him. As you approached him, he turned around and noticed your sleepy figure about to engulf him, which was intended to be a back hug.

“Hi sleepy” He says. He placed the spoon and tupperware on the counter, hugged you back in return and left a kiss on your temple. You hummed and just hugged him tighter. Inhaling his scent of body soap and aftershave.

“Mina gave me some food when I went over there; She said you should try it and gave us a lot of it” You hummed in response.

“What is it?” Your voice husky from sleeping

“It’s a chicken stew. C’mon, get ready we’ll have dinner in a few, I’m already making rice”

“I wanna stay like this still” Your hold became tighter and he just rubbed your back. Your hunger was replaced by the feeling of ease and comfort in his embrace. You moved your face from his chest and faced him with your eyes closed and smiled at him.

“Don’t forget your little promise, baby.” He said while placing kisses all over your face. His hands sliding up and down your back and moved to grope your ass, giving it a little slap. Your eyes opened and fake disappointment washed over you.

“I really thought it was going to be a sweet moment, Jeon. You really had-” He cut you with a peck on the lips.“-to say that.” He chuckled.

“C’mon, Noona, I can be really sweet.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh my god, you’re really fucking lucky I’m a sub or else, i would have-” You cut yourself off and you smirked at him.

“Hm, feisty now, isn’t she?” You remove yourself from him and grab a cup to drink a glass of water.

“I’m sorry, JK. I’m exhausted today. I promise, on date night, okay?”

“Something happened today? I saw how busted you look on the couch when I came home– didn’t wanna wake you until I finished heating up the food” Now it was his turn to hug you first. He sat on the stool and pulled you by your shirt and wrapped his arms around your waist. He stared at you with his doe eyes until you finished drinking and placing the glass on the counter.

“Just a club meeting but I didn’t sleep last night. I had to finish the powerpoint and afterwards, I went to the library to finish off somethin’. Jimin and Tae was with me though, no worries. They dropped me home too so.” You sighed and look at him.

“That was the meeting you were talking about right? How was it? How’d it go?” He asked

“Remember the man I told you about?” He hummed in response “Well, he seemed really impressed with my presentation and the art display we made and he spoke about visiting again,” You began playing with the long strands of his fluffy, wavy hair “He said that he’ll think about doing a workshop, all expenses paid, for learning art techniques and maybe even visiting the national museum”

“I’m proud of you, ____. I know you worked hard for that. You know, being the Co-President of the Art Club.” He gushes as he rubbed circle with his thumb on your waist.

“Oh my– stop, let me get changed” You tapped his chest and leaned forward to peck his nose. 

You walked out the kitchen and headed to the bedroom and stripped to your underwear. You grabbed a towel heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. You gargled with some mouthwash and change into some boy shorts and Jungkook’s oversized sweatshirt.  

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“____, the table’s ready!”

“Coming, coming!”

You skipped to the kitchen and sat on the high stool opposite of Jungkook’s. You both ate dinner and shoving the last chunk of carrot into your mouth, you stacked the dishes and placed them in the sink.

“Are you scheduled to play tonight?” You asked turned your head to him as you washed the utensils.

“Yeah, Hyung said to meet at the subway. I’ll probably head out at around 30 35 mins from now?” He said questioningly, turning to look at the wall clock. It was currently 7:50 PM.

“Yup, in 30 mins or so– oh and please don’t wait up for me again. Am not sure when I’m coming but I’ll come home before it hits 1, okay?” He informs you while he removes his top and heads to the bathroom.

A little story of Jungkook and Seokjin’s relationship, Seokjin is Jungkook’s good friend who helped him move to Daegu. Jungkook and Seokjin were pretty much like roommates before you came into the picture. Besides being roommates, the pair were performers at the local bar.

That’s also how you met Jungkook. You saw him and Seokjin performing a ballad when you were with your group of friends. Eunbi, your close friend and also Seokjin’s girlfriend, introduced you to them that same night. You thought he was very attractive–like duh, who wouldn’t? You both talked and got to know some things about each other and it led to both of you exchanging numbers, texting often, meeting up for coffee or lunch. Several months later, that’s when he decided to ask you to make it official. You would visit their apartment often; it can be whenever they practiced ballads and their self-composed songs or you guys decide to have a movie night with Seokjin and Eunbi. For others, it may sound like the relationship was rushed for deciding to live together 1 year and 3 months into the relationship. It didn’t feel wrong though–as cliche as it sounds. You felt that this new start was something just like you imagined it would be.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Jungkook bent down to grab his bag that was next to you and to kiss your forehead.

“I’m heading out.” He slings the big black backpack on and walked towards the door. He stood by the front of the door struggling to put on his sneakers. “Sleep early my love” he sang stretching out each syllable. You giggled at the soft curse he did when he nearly stumbled over the slippers behind him.

“Take care,” You turned your head to look at him and to surprise you noticed his outfit.  “Oh my.. Please tell me you have a light shirt in your bag. You really gotta stop wearing all black. It’s too dark outside kook. Trust me, I’ll really buy you some twinkle toes” You said worriedly, remembering the incident that almost happened a few days ago. Stupid driver + Late night + Boyfriend in dark clothing + Walking = Not a good combination.

“Don’t worry, _____. Look, I got the shoes with the light reflectors. It’s not twinkle toes but it’s something” He smugly said with hands on his hips. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Okay, love you, text me if anything. Go sleep early for real, it’s an order”

“Love you too” You said sending him a flying kiss, to which he pretended to catch and smack on his cheek before he closed the door.

You decided to get ready for bed. You turned off the lights in the living room, kitchen and the mini hallway. You walked in the bathroom to do your skin care and brush your teeth. You walked in the bedroom while using your phone, checking for updates on your social media. Peeling the covers open, you laid down and tucked yourself in. You set an early alarm for the next day and put your phone down. You stared at the wall, deep in thought. You were reminded of the familiar face you saw when you were at the library. Yes, it’s been almost roughly 5 years but sometimes you can’t help but remember the painful memories. It was still vivid to you. You rubbed your face with your hands.

“I can’t believe you would do something like that. Do you not trust me?”

“___, What the fuck are you talking about? I trust you! Why are yo-” You scoffed.

“What do you mean, what the fuck I’m talking about, you know damn well what the fuck I’m talking about.” You turned to face him.

“____.” He calmly looks at you and held your arm but you pulled away.

“Why the fuck would you send threats to my classmate? I told you we were just doing a project and it’s not like we were alone… I don’t even know him that well for you to accuse me of something”

“I didn’t even accuse you of anything, ___. Stop saying shit right now.” He rolled his eyes and turned away from you. You looked at him is disbelief.

“So texting someone like ‘hey, im ___’s boyfriend, and i need you to back tf away from her. I see the way you look at her’ blah blah blah and ‘if not, i know where you live and i swear ill torture tf outta you’ is not a threat? You’re already accusing me and someone else for doing something we didn’t do” He noticed your rage and turned around and walked towards you.

“___, It’s not like that, i prom-” You cut him off

“And you pulled a knife on him…” You say softly.

“W-what? H-how… What are you saying right now, ___. You sound stupid” There was a pregnant pause until you couldn’t hold back a hiccup. Your tears running down your face.

“I saw you. In the parking lot. After you dropped me off, I was gonna run after you when I saw that I left my bottle behind and there you were…” You looked up at him with glossy eyes

“There was my fucking boyfriend with a knife on my classma–” You jokingly said, with enthusiasm, as you turned around waving your arms towards your boyfriend as if you were talking to an audience. You nervously chuckled at the situation. You were in disbelief that you couldn’t even finish your sentence. You choked back the sob.  

That night was when you realized your boyfriend was fucking crazy. He was out of his mind. It was just like what those movies would talk about when the lead character has a girlfriend and she’s literally crazy; doing anything to get his attention. Except it was the opposite, it was him and definitely not you. What scares you the most is that, it happened, not twice, but more than 5 times. It’s not like how the movie depicts it to be anymore. It’s reality and much more scarier than that. He doesn’t know but you know he’s the one who stares at you from across the room of where you sat. You know, that he’s the reason why some people don’t talk to you the way they used to. It was all because of him your life started to feel like a living hell.

You shook the memories away. You checked your phone. 9:39 PM.

“That’s the past” You muttered to yourself.

“That’s way in the past, ___. You’re here now, Almost 5 years. You’re just hallucinating this again” You sighed. You reached to the nightstand and drank some water. You opened the voice recording app on your phone and clicked on the file that Jungkook made.

He knows about your story. He knows about everything. He knows why you moved and why you decided to change your life; and you loved how supportive he was of it. You can’t stress enough how thankful you are to be with someone like Jungkook.

File: a_lullaby_for_my_someone.mp3

“Hi, _____” His clear voice filling the quiet room “,I know you aren’t sleeping right now–and that explains why you turned to this recording, Ha. Anyways, That’s why I made this very special lullaby for you. Here’s my rendition to our song…”

And that’s when he started strumming the guitar.

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

You placed your phone on his side of the bed and hugged a pillow. Finally adjusting your sleeping position, you closed your eyes and your previous thoughts were pushed aside as you focus on your boyfriend’s singing

Squeeze me oh so tight

Show me that you love me too

Your breathing becoming slower and free from panic

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won’t you kiss me once, baby

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love

[soraegeeks]

Favorite BNHA Fics

I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole of fanfics and I’m starting to lose track of my faves. I’m going to make a few posts to log recommended fics. I’ll update them as I finish fics/start new ones. 

This post will be dedicated to all of my absolute favorite Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia fics.

[Change log:

7/13/20: Removed “Other Pairings”, added more relationship headings, and created a menu of links]

BakuDeku | TodoKiriBakuDeku | KiriBakuDeku | TodoBakuDeku | KiriBaku | TodoDeku | TodoBaku | BakuOchaDeku | ShinBakuDeku | EndHawks | EraserMight

BakuDeku Pairing

Not Another High School AU - By MellowWrites (NSFW) - In progress Alternate universe, American high school, Quirkless kids

The New Year's Kiss - By HoneyBeeez and MellowWrites - In progress “Their second year at UA is coming to a close, and with the League of Villains MIA, Izuku and Katsuki have more time to focus on their training to become future pros - and what exactly they mean to one another.“ 

You're so Hot - By SecretKiwi (NSFW) “Two boys + One cold winter evening = something hotter than a kotatsu“

You're Still Hot - By SecretKiwi (NSFW) “Two men + One scheme = a chance to reignite a fire. (oh, and there's a kotatsu, too.)“

What's Next On My To-Do List? - By SecretKiwi (NSFW) “The house is a mess. Katsuki wants to clean but Izuku just wants to get a little dirty.“

Blood Moon - By Lalazee  (NSFW) “The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.“

Devil in Me - By glamour_weeb (NSFW) “Katsuki's usually the one getting into fights over Deku when they go to the club, but this time, his Omega's the one that starts a fight over him, but he doesn't stop there. Deku's determined to mark his territory.“

Paradise Circus - By glamour_weeb (NSFW) - In Progress “In the far future, Omegas have managed to establish a society of peace built on the ruins of a society torn apart by Alphas. Now the Omegas are in charge and Alphas have become little more than breeding stock and status symbols to those that can afford them. Recently elected to political office, Izuku decides to treat himself to an Alpha for his heat.“ 

Perfect Partner for You - By Seeress - In Progress “Deku is of an age to get married. But he lives in a small town where there is a distinct lack of suitable partners so he asks Katsuki to help him find the perfect partner in the big city. Great plan, right? What on earth could go wrong?“

“Just for Love” series - By Shiro_Kabocha (NSFW)

Predictive Cues - By MellowWrites (NSFW) “Predictive Cues: a sensory stimulus that accurately predicts a subsequent event.Sometimes, however, these cues may cause false predictions. Especially if you’re worried and expecting the worst.“

Crybaby by Lalazee / @atomicblonde (NSFW)  - In Progress That awkward moment when you have phone sex with your childhood best friend and neither of you realize who is on the other end. A love story.

BKDK Party AU - By L1nka (NSFW) - In Progress A fanfic comic on Twitter set at a house party at the UA dorm.

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You series- By Seeress (NSFW) Three years into their friends-with-benefits arrangement, Izuku begins to behave oddly. And Katsuki has difficulty dealing with it.

Despacito by cosmikuri The Bakusquad and Deku go Salsa dancing. 

"Tales My Mother Never Told Me" series by Seeress.

Final Applause by Avialle. Katsuki is tired of running away and decides to truly make his presence felt in a world, he never wanted to be born into. He has nothing left to lose and one thing is for sure: When he leaves, he leaves with a boom!

Somebody's Gotta Uncle by brichibi. (NSFW) Chapter 11 in "You Can’t Spell “Kink” Without “October"." Katsumi finds her parents' toy and Uncle Kaminari's imagination runs away with him.

Once Upon an Instagram Story by capncapnk. Idiot. For fucking once, in the worst possible moment, he forgets to log into his private account, the one he shares only with his friends where he posts stupid videos like this one. In which, Deku goofs.

Give a man a mask - by Saysi (NSFW) It wasn't an easy decision, but Izuku knew it was the right one to make. Deku's time as a top hero was over, he was going to have to step aside, to leave it to the friends he trusted. It was time to live a relaxing life, an early - ridiculously early, admittedly - retirement. Like every hero always wanted, right? Of course, it's hard to hang up your mask when your feet move on their own.

Costume Party by Saysi  (NSFW) One Halloween Bakugou Katsuki put together a passable wolf costume, and ever since, he has worn the same outfit for every costume party he was dragged along to. This time, though, he finds himself face to face with a very drunk Midoriya Izuku, who has ingested more than enough liquid courage to have some fun with Bakugou's costume. Who would have guessed Bakugou was into it the whole time?

Empty Spaces by Saysi Almost a year after graduation, Class 3-A meet up for dinner and drinks. There, Katsuki is forced to face the crush he's been hiding for nearly two years. Valentine's Day 2019

Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series by Saysi A series of fics in which various members of the BNHA universe are hit by a de-aging/Age Regression quirk and the others are left to deal with the aftermath.

8 Simple Rules (for screwing my childhood friend) by Saysi (NSFW) When one is super horny and pent up, who else does one turn to but the friend who has been there your entire life? The friend who can keep a secret, who can be discreet, and most importantly, who seems to want all the things you want. What could go wrong, right? Lay down some ground rules and let's do this thing.

As Fate Would Have It World series by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) (NSFW)

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs). (NSFW) - In Progress Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Brand New Colony by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs). (NSFW) 200 years ago the first child with animal characteristics was born. Now, over 20% of earth’s population is accounted for by “hybrids,” or humans with varying degrees of animal characteristics. Midoriya knows what life’s like for a hybrid. He’s grown up with the stares, the comments, the weight of proving everyone wrong. At least, he thinks he knows hybrids. Until he meets a mysterious Alpha wolf under less than desirable circumstances. Suddenly Izuku is drawn into Katsuki Bakugo’s gravity and he doesn’t want to leave. Unfortunately, Izuku needs to to make a choice. Does Izuku choose his human side, his animal side...or Katsuki? 

open your mouth, boy (show me what you got) by SageMasterofSass (NSFW) Izuku makes the mistake of stealing something from Katsuki for, uh, reasons. Katsuki comes to collect.

Bakudeku Secret Santa series by Unoutan 

Get on My Level series by Mikacrispy (NSFW)

Izuku's Home for Wayward Pets by glamour_weeb (NSFW) - In Progress Izuku works at the Bureau of Companion Protection as a rehabilitator for abused and abandoned Companions, animal-human hybrids. He’s seen his fair share of cruelty cases and even fostered a few Companions, but he’s never had a Companion of his own, until now. After rescuing Katsuki from a life in an illegal, underground Companion fighting ring, Izuku must take in the wolfdog that no one else can handle.Eventually, Katsuki comes to love his new home, as well as his new Master.

Eyes on Fire by glamour_weeb (NSFW)  - Hiatus The Dread King Katsuki, the savage Alpha that’s conquered most of Yuuei with the help of his dragons and his barbarian horde, has arrived at Izuku’s palace. With no way to repel the invaders, Izuku hatches a dangerous plan to seduce the Dread King and, much to his surprise, it works. Manipulating his new mate won’t be easy, though, given that Izuku can’t understand a word he’s saying, but the language barrier is the least of their problems. Izuku and Katsuki have to navigate the dangerous world of court politics and all the while, an ancient evil is stirring across the desert.

Beyond Sea and Storm by Celestialgunfireopera (NSFW) Ancient curse, destined mates, kingdoms rise and fall, and through it all, two young men learning to love.

Ink Stains by hokimri (NSFW) - In Progress Izuku Midoriya - a 17-year-old teenager from the Eastside of Kamino on the threshold to adulthood. His hobby? Drawing comic books about heroes. Katsuki Bakugou - a 21-year-old man from the Westside. A tattoo artist struggling to make the ends meet. Add ink-stained sleeves, coke, two caffeine-driven minds, skeletons hidden deep in the cupboard and get a story about changing yourself before changing the conflict-stricken town governed by drug dealers.

Forestial by MiraChaDoodles Katsuki laughs outright, a harsh and sarcastic sound. “That is what I mean. You know exactly what I’m asking, and yet you lie,” he challenges. “You’re not fae.” Izuku turns to look at him, irritated. Their faces are closer together than he expected—the blond must have leaned in—and he’s hypnotized by those piercing crimson eyes yet again. They narrow at him. “I am,” he pouts, sitting back to collect himself. Katsuki raises a brow, devil’s smirk back on his lips. “Not entirely.”

The Spell in Her Name by Merrywetherweather - In Progress Bakugou Katsuki returns home to Japan after his 3 year contract runs out with his agency in America. Unfortunately, the house he had contracted to be built by the time he got back has had a few setbacks and his closest friend, Kirishima, just shacked up with Ashido. Rather than live in a hotel for another month, he tries to crash at Deku's place. He arrives at his door uninvited. But Katsuki wasn't expecting Deku to already be living with someone. An adoptive child au where Deku took in and raised a little girl someone left on his doorstep.

Reparations by Merrywetherweather When Izuku was a child, he was told to never enter the woods. But being in possession of the shortest attention span a four year old is capable of, he ignores his mother's warnings and stumbles after a very pretty butterfly. What he finds, instead, is a friend. His first and only friend. Izuku is in his twenties now and he no longer runs to meet with the childhood friend who pushed him away so long ago. His mother and their village are on edge because he's way past his presenting years and he still hasn't had his first heat. He's defective. An omega who can't present can't find a mate or have kids, not like he's ever been inclined to find someone or have children. After leaving the confines of his small minded human village and wandering out into the woods once again, in search of a better life, that all changes when he runs into the one person he hoped to meet but never thought he'd see again.

Quiet Rapture by lalazee (NSFW) - In Progress That ABO fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personality to woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

What a damn hero by Saysi (NSFW) When Izuku comes across an account full of photos captioned "send this to guys who won't leave you alone" it seems like the perfect way to get clingy suitors off his back. What he doesn't expect is a spiral of stupid actions that leads him to asking the man to play along. Nor does he expect to find out the buff angry dude is a pro hero.

Look to the Stars by erza_mikazuki At the age of 34, the weight of the future weighs heavy on Izuku’s shoulders. Getting lost in his work, the pressure of being the number one hero leading the future is no easy task. Sometimes, he needs a reminder that he needs to keep looking to the stars.

Iridescent by dekubunny After Katsuki learned Izuku’s secret about One For All, he said that things would be different from now on. The two of them learn how to stand on equal grounds and be proper rivals, and that gradually leads them to evolve into something more – or, rather, they start to realize what was there all along. Because what’s left after all the bitterness and misunderstandings are gone? Affection. By the time they reach their third year, they can’t go a day without seeing each other. Eventually, they start pining over one another. Katsuki secretly works through his insecurities in order to accept his feelings for his childhood friend, but it goes haywire once he realizes that he doesn’t know how to apologize for the wrongs he has done.

The Shrinekeeper and the Harvest God by bkdkwritingsdump Izuku keeps the shrine of the harvest god, a minor god mostly worshiped by farmers and ignored by everyone else until the yearly harvest festival. During a spring thunderstorm one year, a mysterious man named Katsuki shows up at his shrine seeking shelter from the rain, but ends up over staying his welcome by a few months. In that time, Izuku not only begins to become suspicious of his identity, but finds himself longing for something more between them

Amateur Ghost Hunters by bkdkwritingsdump Izuku, aspiring film producer and fanatic of the paranormal, somehow convinces Katsuki, a staunch skeptic, to start an internet series with him where they investigate supposedly haunted sites. And with both boys attempting to hide their feelings for each other, one has to wonder if it's true what they say about horror and romance…

In the Eye of the Storm by CheshireButton Izuku Midoriya is a scientific prodigy seeking a cure for a rapidly spreading neurodegenerative disease. A potential clue in his research points to a fabled island, guarded by an eternal storm from which no travelers have ever returned. He navigates through the hurricane and discovers an island that is anything but uninhabited. He must adapt to survive against the natives who place intruders in three categories: warriors, mates, or meat.

Rehabilitation by InkspillsNotebook - In Progress It had only been one day off, not even the entire day if he was being honest, so how had things gone so wrong? This wasn't supposed to happen. They would get through this, he had to get better. It would take time, but Izuku wouldn't fail him, not again. A near death encounter changes the every day life of Izuku and Katsuki as injuries need to be mended and time may not be on their side.

Home. by fexillusion Katsuki and Izuku had a rough falling out four years ago when Katsuki’s band went on tour, leaving Izuku behind. With his return, he runs into the omega.... who’s been hiding something.

Chances Are by catbel - In Progress Midoriya Izuku is a popular hero journalist who has a reputation for finding up-and-coming heroes, as well as skyrocketing the popularity of any hero he interviews. When he starts to receive death threats from an unknown villain, he is re-introduced to his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki, also known as the soon-to-be number one hero, Ground Zero.

Kacchan by KyuukaKoinu (NSFW) Sometimes it’s about winning an argument. Other times it’s about acknowledging your feelings. And in rare cases, it’s about trying to make sense about your ex-childhood friend making out with you in your mother’s kitchen when he swears that he hates your guts. But most of the time, it’s about growing up and understanding what makes the difference between a boy and a man. Both Katsuki and Izuku are finding this out, and they are figuring it out in the hardest way. ---Or: Izuku always called Bakugou "Kacchan" growing up. But when peer pressure from others and society get in the way, the two boys grow distant and the nickname is buried. While Katsuki is running away from his emotions, Izuku is stuck trying to figure out how to cope with a broken heart. Kai Chisaki steps in to show the boy a new path. Will Katsuki figure out his own feelings in enough time to save him from the mysterious man?

“witch & shifter” series by SageMasterofSass (NSFW) After eight months of being collared, Izuku is finally free. But a dark, stormy city is no place for a lonely shapeshifter on the run.

In A Sky Of A Million Stars (Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out?) by Stringlish (NSFW) - In Progress He could never forgive himself.It was his fault. He’d planted the idea like a seed he’d never known would grow. (Or: What if Izuku jumped?) (OR: The one where Izuku jumps and lives and Katsuki visits him every day and Class 1-A not-so-secretly finds it adorable that their designated angry pomeranian brings flowers to his comatose childhood friend.🌻)

To Stand By Your Side by aeronines (NSFW) One student, one hero, and a whole lotta pining. Or, the High School Bakugou/Pro Hero Deku slow burn I need in my life.

Playful Rationality by bkdkwritingsdump Izuku Midoriya, born Izumi Midoriya, has always had two identities: the gentleman he wished he was, and the lady he was forced to be. However, no one has ever thought them two separate individuals until Mr. Katsuki Bakuogu, a young, rich, and unmarried man, moves in not too far away and first meets him on his morning ride – the one time of day he gets to be himself. In an attempt to court him as Izuku, however, he ends up tricking the man into believing that his female counterpart is his younger sister, who is rivaling for his affections. Katsuki prides himself for his intellect and loves Izuku for that same quality, but when will he be smart enough to see that his love triangle is actually a straight (or perhaps not-so-straight) line?

Those Blasted Freckles by Esselle Katsuki is an accomplished painter, called to the Midoriya Estate on a commission to paint the young duke who has just succeeded to his title. Upon meeting Midoriya for himself, he can't help but find him utterly compelling; and he soon discovers the interest is a mutual affair. When Midoriya asks Katsuki to stay and teach him to paint, Katsuki agrees despite himself—not least because he's eager to learn the exact blend of captivating green hues that shine in the duke's bright eyes.

Not Another Glass Slipper by Crandberrycrush and paigetaylor (NSFW) Katsuki’s life was no fucking fairy tale. He wasn’t some damsel in distress, and he did not need some fucking knight in shining armor to save him. So what the hell was Prince Charming doing showing up at midnight and begging for his help?

Summer Daze by erza_mikazuki After Izuku moved away as kids, he and Katsuki reconnect and soon find themselves inseparable on social media. As summer hits, Katsuki finds himself bored on vacation with his parents at a beach town far from home. However, a twist of fate leaves Katsuki in a daze.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja (NSFW) Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break: he's been cast as one of the leads in a film based on the first book of a best-selling novel series. Even better, his co-star is none other than his idol, Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years. However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests an extreme form of damage control: having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors. But not all of Midoriya's fans are accepting of the relationship...Can the two of them get through filming without killing each other first, or will hate turn to passion along the way?

The Space Between by Kanae_vR (NSFW) - In Progress Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city's grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he's looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being.Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

Stygian Fire by LadyGreenFrisbee Izuku's Quirk manifest at the tender age of five. It's strange that he would have a fire Quirk given what his mother's Quirk is, but he initially chalks it up to genetics on his father's side.Then there's a familiar stranger in the kitchen, and everything changes.

Grief Counseling by Merrywetherweather (NSFW) Katsuki remembered the first time he had failed to save someone, watched helplessly in horror as an elderly man had been crushed beneath the girth of a thrown car. He had already propelled himself forward to grab a small boy when he noticed, too late, the car fly by overhead. Two other heroes had been on the scene at the time and had assured him. There was nothing that could have been done. Most of class 1-A had already gone through a similar experience. The only one left with a clean track record in the rescue department had been Deku. Well, except for today. A slowburn fic where Kacchan tries to convince Deku to take advantage of the grief counseling provided for free to heroes experiencing their first failed rescues. Lots of flirting. Healing their relationship comes first. The romantic bit where they fall helplessly and stupidly in love comes after.

Lovebites by mynameis152 (NSFW) Katsuki Bakugou was going to hate this summer.He thought he'd hate it because he was being forced to leave home and work for his mother's friend in a small, seaside town. He thought he'd hate it cause he was being punished for burning his room to a crisp. He thought he'd hate it because he hated change. But it turns out, he hated the Supernatural Turfwar between four species that shouldn't exist but do a whole lot more....Or The one where Katsuki is forced to move in with Inko for the summer and finds himself falling for a particular bloodsucker....

Macarons by mzmirrorz “It’s no problem,” the man says moving closer, “must have been a hard night at work. Thanks for that and everything. The protection and shit.”Colour starts to creep across the man’s pale cheekbones and he starts shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably. This is the closest Izuku has ever been to him and the faintest waft of caramel reaches his nose, coming from the man. Izuku finds the man’s embarrassment adorable and it causes a small grin to stretch across his face, making his 3 am all the more entertaining. you, but its not necessary, seeing everyone safe is thanks enough.” “Oh, well, thanks anyways but I’ve got to head off now, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess? 3 am?” “You got it, it’s a date,” Izuku says, finishing with a wink and heading inside to his apartment, missing the bright red that flushes all over the man’s face as he turns in shock and almost runs to his car in haste. It takes Izuku’s work addled brain the entire trip up to his apartment to realise just what he said to his very attractive neighbour, slapping his cheeks in surprise at his stupidity. Or Izuku is tired and inadvertently smooth, but Katsuki is smoother.

Do I? by Phayte (NSFW) Midoriya and Bakugou get black out drunk... and somehow married.((spoiler-- they can't get it annulled))

Parking Wars by RicaIncheroo A blonde guy stole Izuku’s parking space. Izuku retaliated by pelting the blonde’s multi-million yen Ferrari with a few hundred yen worth of eggs. Apparently it turned the blonde on, because the next thing Izuku knew, the blonde asked him out.

i was a little bit lost (but i'm not anymore) by starkteasfic (NSFW) Struggling as a single parent sucks. Especially when he had so many other responsibilities. So when Izuku asks his best friend to help him find a better job, he doesn't expect that to lead to becoming the sugar baby of the Symbol of Victory himself, Ground Zero.

Actions Speak Louder by TsunaidaMay (NSFW) - In Progress When Bakugou Katsuki meets Midoriya Izuku at a Pro Hero fan-event, he's intrigued by the intricate way Izuku's hands move, emphasizing every word and phrase. After another chance meeting, Katsuki will soon come to learn that sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

Don't Bite by bkdkink Katsuki always spent his ruts alone in his family cabin out by the mountains deep within the woods.Then he found a body covered in blood and snow, and it's far more alive than he first realized.

“Cosmos” series by Larxicana Not all villains scheme in the darkest corners of the world, in abandoned warehouses or underground lairs. Some live in your neighborhood, wear the faces of people you know, and rest in homes that should be considered safe.

Revive Me by Szr101 and ViolentButterfly There are instances in life where you have to evaluate who you are. Not just who you are, but WHAT you’re doing with it. Who you’re meant to be. Those very contemplative times come when you least expect them too. Being the son of a multi-billion dollar criminal organization hasn't exactly been a blessing for Katsuki Bakugo. Yet, he's the one that will be inheriting this empire created between two prominent criminal families. There are secrets, and enemies behind every door, and every smile. He trusts almost no one, and the pressure that's laid on him physically and mentally has him ready to explode. In fact, half the time he feels like he's going crazy. After getting kidnapped, however, he's helped by an old friend and he begins to question everything.

A Salty First Kiss by DarkMachi - In Progress Izuku Midoriya's family beach trip went awry when an attempted act of heroism lets to an unexpected first. ~o~ Jumpcut to twelve years later: Izuku was struggling to stay afloat when his stepfather threw him a chance. What was meant to be a reprieve turned into something else entirely when he finds someone washed onto the beach. A memory he should have buried long ago, a kiss he could never forget, and a debt he could now repay. Or. What do you do when you have an angry Merman in your bathtub that speaks a different language? Or again. What do you do when a stoopid hooman rescues you and then proceeds to start courting with you?

Some Wannabe Hero! by Superior_Moustache - In Progress Katsuki had bullied Izuku for nearly all his life for being deaf and Quirkless. After middle school, they went their separate ways, never to see each other again. Ten years later, however, when Izuku moves back into his old neighborhood, a familiar face jumps back into his life. But neither of them are sure if they want to reopen old wounds.

Procreate by katyastark - In Progress When Katsuki sees him again while patrolling on his usual route in the city proper, he’s a little stunned. Not because Deku looks different—even though he does. Not because he dresses better, or that he looks healthy and fit and happy. It’s not even the slightest bit of fear he sees in his expression when their eyes meet, though that’s just as out of place—even when Katsuki was mean and violent and absolutely ruthless, Deku never looked at him like that. No, it’s nothing as simple as that. It’s the little boy on his hip, a toddler with skinned knees and a smattering of freckles, curly blonde hair and piercing green eyes.

Unto the Breach by Sensiblytainted (NSFW) - In Progress Izuku Midoriya is thought to be quirkless. It's not true. He has a quirk. He has death visions. His mother - terrified Izuku would be taken away because of the rarity of psychic quirks - teaches him to keep it secret and tell no one. But Izuku needs help saving the people he can feel dying in his visions and asks for help from the strongest person he knows: Katsuki Bakugou. Little did Izuku know, Katsuki has his own secret - he's being abused. Their secrets bind them together and a deep friendship is born. By the time they apply to UA, their feelings have begun to develop into something much stronger. But can their love survive through all the challenges ahead of them?

Incinerate by KyuukaKoinu (NSFW) - In Progress Bakugou Katsuki is a workaholic cop hell bent on never dating again because it's too much of a 'distraction'. Enter Midoriya Izuku: A walking contradiction that is giving Katsuki an actual lethal goddamn migraine along with a mysterious set of arsenal crimes that walked right into town with him. But the most frustrating part is that Katsuki can't seem to get his fucking mind off either.

Ingenium by Crandberrycrush (NSFW) - In Progress Katsuki has prepared for this his entire life, a master’s degree in engineering followed by five years military experience with over one thousand in-command hours of piloting jet aircraft and he’s ready to make the jump out of the atmosphere as pilot astronaut on the first Jupiter mission. It’s a dream he’s had since he was young, and one he shares with the five other crewmen who have been selected. Barely thirty and he is going to be traveling four hundred and eighty million miles toward the gas giant, a feat that will put him and his crew further into space than any other manned mission to date.

Total Knock Out KyuukaKoinu (NSFW) It was love at first punch. In which Katsuki is a cocky alpha who needs to be taken down a peg, and Izuku is just the man willing to give him a bloody nose.

eighty proof by antisora (NSFW) The mood of the dance floor shifted from playful to dirty in a matter of seconds, the ocean of people all around them finding their partners or friends and pressing close. Very close. Izuku may have been kinda awkward, but he was no prude—that being said, some things were better off behind closed doors.Unless some things were in reference to a certain blond Izuku knew of, in which case he’d do said things in places that would deeply disappoint his mother.In which a chance meeting at a popular nightclub is all Katsuki and Izuku need to get sucked into each other's orbit.

Cosmic Kiss by TheChatWithClaws When Katsuki is hit with a quirk that causes him pain whenever he’s away from the person he loves most it results in his sweet quirkless boyfriend no one knew of spending a week amongst the class 3A students. Problem is he hasn’t come out and really isn’t in the mood to. Plus maybe Izuku has his own reservations too...

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy (NSFW) Life doesn't care about how you want things to go. Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life.Falling in love was never in the plans.

Sunlight Moving by peredhils The night air was cool but not as damp and depressing as it had been when leaving England. The sea breeze was refreshing and it was crisper than it smelled standing from the shore. Although the rocking of the boat made him a bit nauseous, coupled with the unease that came with being unable to see any land on the horizon, Katsuki liked it more than he thought he would. Standing at the ledge and looking up at the stars, all so bright and clear, was easing the day’s troubles.He wasn’t alone for long.—Katsuki, a duke organizing the creation of a new university in England, meets astronomer Izuku on board a voyage overseas.

the ocean sings by bittermoons When Katsuki Bakugou moves to both away and towards his ghosts, he meets someone he thought he’d never see again and learns what it means to be human (or at least how to be himself).

Pint-Sized Homewrecker (A Wholesome Love Story) by VibeTribe (NSFW) He didn’t think his love life could be this depressing, in fact he wasn’t really searching for a significant other to begin with, so when 17 year old Midoriya Izuku suddenly got confessed to by the troublemaker neighbor kid he’s been babysitting since forever, he can’t help but think fate is playing a cruel joke on him.“I like-like you, Deku.” Bakugou Katsuki, the 10-year-old tyrant of Musutafu, Japan declared.In order to get Katsuki from chasing after him, Izuku gets Todoroki to pretend to be his boyfriend, but it sets off chain reactions of violent fan clubs, a disappointed mom Inko, a cheerleader mom Mitsuki, and several attempts where he's falsely labelled a pedophile. Bakugo slowly ages up as story progresses. Last chapter up with legal aged up Katsuki being smutty with Deku. Non Shotacon. 

Happenstance by Merrywetherweather When Katsuki was just a child, his mother, the King of Lucia, took him to enact diplomacy with the Midoriya's, the royal family of the neighboring country of Tayloria. After that day, his fate was sealed, his marriage arranged to the Midoriya's elusive omegan child.At the age of twenty, he leaves for Tayloria again, this time, to finally wed his fiance and cement the allyship of the two kingdoms indefinitely. Only, his fiance turns out to be the child he had met on his very first visit, a naive, idealistic young prince who wants nothing to do with marrying the prince of Lucia.Good thing he just assumed Katsuki was only part of his fiance's entourage.An arranged marriage between two princes aob au where Katsuki tries to abide by Izuku's desire for a natural romance to develop without letting Izuku know his true identity.

With Harvest's Moon by Serah_chan During the night of Friday the 13th, during a beautiful full harvest moon, Izuku Midoriya has an encounter with a naked man drenched in blood.

Sucker Punch by warschach (NSFW) But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

(Un)Marked by angel_baby Being marked was considered as an honor in the world of lycanthropy. It was known as an intimate connection between two individuals (either it be Alphas, Betas, or Omegas) whose souls were immediately bonded for a lifetime.It was once Izuku Midoriya's dream to be marked with an Alpha who'd love him unconditionally and was powerful enough to protect him from all dangers. Unfortunately, bad luck was on his side soon crushing all hopes and dreams of being marked.After unintentionally trespassing into another pack's territory, the Omega encounters the bad-mouthed, cruel Pack Alpha who just so happens to be a familiar face from the past.The chances of this particular Alpha mending the Omega's heart is literally zero.However, fate has a funny way of sorting things out.

Juggernaut by warschach What had four legs, a tail, fur all over, and went 'woof woof' in the dead of night?Katsuki's soulmate, Izuku Midoriya, the werewolf.Which is funny-if you're fucked up in the head and you're going to get real fast why Katsuki was a special Frosted Flakes brand of 'fucked'- because Katsuki's profession clocked out monsters' time card early.It should be fine.Narrator: It was, in fact, not fine.(or Katsuki meets his soulmate at the worst time and under the worst circumstances, tries to deny his feelings while battling monsters, attending class-yea,no-, and trying to piece together the giant gaps in his past. so adulthood except everything does want to kill him.)

F.U. by warschach (NSFW) Izuku smiled; Katsuki understood why people warned that the devil wore a Sunday hat and fine clothes because deception worked better if no one expected it.Not anymore. He knew Izuku’s evil ways, and his ass might be a 20 on the hotness meter but Katsuki held grudges.“Izuku,” he sneered; he too could be evil right back.(or Katsuki's a football player; Izuku's a cheerleader; they have a rivalry until it isn't one)

Drinking Watermelon by warschach (NSFW) For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Gravity by warschach (NSFW) Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft.Ha, Izuku Midoriya caring about Katsuki Bakugou, thinking he's pretty cute and not half bad once you get past the asshole persona; though that gargantuan ego of his could take a dive off a very tall cliff.(Fine, he cares.)

Before Midnight by DriftingGlass (NSFW) Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery."Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?"And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou. (And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

Album Title in Progress by bkdkink (NSFW) "I mean, technically, sure. Anyone able to sing can sing. But am I good at it?" Deku left the pen alone so he could gesture as though he was weighing two different invisible objects. "...Yeah, I'm okay."Now that got a chuckle out of Katsuki."I wouldn't call that just 'okay'." -- OR; Izuku's singing makes Katsuki realize sex is Real™ and uses those feelings to make a bomb-ass(lol get it? cuz his quirk is...) album while also helping a self-doubting Izuku realize how fire his mixtape is.

Metallurgy by Beeeteee (NSFW) - In Progress Where Izuku gets a quirk naturally and Katsumi is too introspective for her own good.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152  (NSFW) It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years.“Deku.”

On my terms by Phayte  (NSFW) Bakugou Katsuki is a workaholic cop hell bent on never dating again because it's too much of a 'distraction'. Enter Midoriya Izuku: A walking contradiction that is giving Katsuki an actual lethal goddamn migraine along with a mysterious set of arsenal crimes that walked right into town with him. But the most frustrating part is that Katsuki can't seem to get his fucking mind off either.

Fanboy & Zero series by tsukithewolf  (NSFW) Blogger AU where quirkless Izuku is Ground Zero's number one fanboy and runs a blog strictly about him. Katsuki just follows him for his fight analysis posts, he swears. He just happens to really like talking with the guy too. And maybe he's kind of sweet. And maybe Katsuki kind of... doesn't mind that this guy is thirsty for him.

Side By Side by Bennyhatter Mitsuki Bakugou brought Kyrin home as a puppy when Katsuki was eight years old. None of them knew exactly what she was back then; she was just a tiny ball of fluff, malnourished and weak and clearly abandoned. She looked like a husky mix of some sort, but that was all they knew. It wasn't until she started growing that they realized she wasn't just a normal mixed breed. Katsuki bonded to her immediately, nursing her back to health almost entirely on his own. He loved the half-wild little creature, and it was abundantly clear that the feeling was mutual. They grew up side by side, each of them a constant in the other's life. He trained her himself, and from the very beginning, her level of intelligence was beyond anything he'd ever known in any other dog.

Group 1: Alkali metals by mzmirrorz “What. The. Actual. Fuck.” “Well Denks, they did actually do as they said, they took us to the pool.” “Yeah but Eiji they never said the pool would look like this!” Denki whined, arm sweeping out to direct everyone’s attention to the pool, as if everyone’s attention wasn’t already on the pool. Turning to Izuku and Katsuki angrily, Denki yells at the couple, “What the fuck guys, I want a different payment for carrying all those boxes down that stairs now! It’s so hot I needed to cool down! I thought you guys never told us about your super-secret apartment pool because it was so fantastic! Not because- because, oh what the fuck, what the actual fuck iS THIS?!”

Blessed Be by LevySutcliffe (NSFW) Katsuki helps Izuku prepare for and celebrate the festival of fertility, Beltane!!

Shameless by whack_blight (NSFW) “I’ve got a dick appointment that’s been on the books for months. So thanks for comin’, but get the fuck out." Deku throws a party. Katsuki just wants to get wrecked. Birthday fic for the explodo-boy.

The Prologue, the Sequel, And then Everything in Between series by JayD A love story about Bakugou Katsuki, his childhood sweetheart, and how Endeavour ends up in jail somewhere in the middle of this cliche.

Bakudeku Are Great Parents series by Tokiji

Co-op series by Mikacrispy (NSFW)

Imperial Retrograde by mynameis152 Owning a dragon is a capital offense. The barbarians in the East use them for battle. They decimate the countrysides and send stragglers to the capital of Lusun with wounds that will never heal. And in Lusun, If you own a dragon, it dies and so do you. Izuku finds a dragon egg to no effort of his own, and its rightful owner comes searching. As he marvels the hatchling, he’s taken— kidnapped by a barbarian for crueler and far more dangerous than he could have imagined. Now, he must learn to fight, he must learn to ride the hatchling that imprinted on him, and he must do it all for the people he despises. But as he plans his escape, Katsuki Bakugou pulls him further into the Drōgfolk way of life. And soon, Izuku must determine who the true enemy is, and whether the dragon riders are worth saving. And he needs to do it before his own country calls for war.

The Red String that Binds Us series by tsukithewolf

there's glitter on the floor by dumbdaisies A kiss at midnight (it's been a long time coming). Izuku’s lips quirk. “Are you happy, Kacchan. With me?” For a horrible, fleeting moment, Katsuki considers shrugging it off. Trying for nonchalance, apathy. But Izuku’s too smart for that, deserves better than that. He’d see through it. Or worse, his face would crumple and he’d back off. And Katsuki has never felt more like he’s being tenderly urged to pieces, layer by layer, by the light pressure of Izuku looking at him with scant centimeters between them. So he tells the truth, because the truth is the only thing he knows, the only thing he can trust about himself and all of his inconceivable wants. “Yeah,” he rasps, “I’m happy.”

mise en place by SageMasterofSass (NSFW) Who knew breakfast foods could bring people together. aka, the kitchen au nobody asked for

Puppies Puppies by Esselle Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more. Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

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All The Trope Things by SurelyHeavenWaits (NSFW) Todoroki Shouto only ventures out into the winter storm to find a quick snack but he stumbles onto so much more.A job, friends, a place to belong. Also, his coworkers a mind-blowingly, disgustingly, stupidly hot. And they're all in love with each other but it doesn't stop them from befriending him.

No, Deku, You Can't Just Adopt Every Single Stray by todorokitops  (NSFW) - In Progress In which Izuku can’t stop taking in new ‘strays’, and Eijirou is surprisingly willing to indulge. Presenting to you - ripped Izuku in an apron, Eijirou with longer hair, angry yet domestic chef Katsuki and club stripper Shouto. Also featuring jealous teen Izumi Kouta, because he’s a snarky little shit and I love him.

Home (Naive Melody) by stereonightss (NSFW) “Deku. You’re early.” From what little he can see through the doorway, Bakugou’s room is surprisingly welcoming. There are All Might posters on the wall behind him, action figures and shelves of books and a game console and a nice set of speakers. Familiar-unfamiliar, it’s not so different from his childhood room. And familiar-unfamiliar is Kacchan in the doorway: familiar eyes, familiar powerful body, but a banquet of unfamiliar details. “Yeah. Hope that’s okay.” Details like: he’s well endowed and leans slightly to the left, visibly half-hard in his skin-tight boxer briefs. “You just couldn’t wait, huh?” Bakugou is almost naked, and Izuku likes it.

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Three Can Play That Game by DanaEliza (NSFW) “What do you mean you guys still don’t get along? I was sure you two would’ve made up by now and have like a gazillion babies together.” ... Bakugo and Midoriya get constantly asked why they are not together, but perhaps that was because something was missing.

Godsmack by warschach Izuku's new roommates are gods.

The Seven Sins (And More) series by The_Busy_Beee (NSFW) Izuku Midoriya has decided that now that he's 18, it's time to stop intruding upon his mother's newlywed life, but he's definitely not sure about living on his own. Kirishima and his family (of choice) live in a dormitory-style house and welcome him with open arms. There's just a few secrets, though...Or: Izuku is a troubled young adult, trying to figure out life, and some demons want to help him get better.

Out Of Body by BrightEyesEren (NSFW) Midoriya Izuku, a fairly shy omega, decides to take pole dancing lessons from his friend Kirishima Eijirou. Except... things get a little complicated when he ends up with two alphas instead of one.

Pieces of Bright by grayclouds A King, a Sultan and an Emperor walk into a bar.

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[+BakuBowl] “Fire in the Mountains” series by  EllaBesmirched (El_Bell) (NSFW) - In Progress Bakugou Katsuki harem, Fantasy AU

A Lingering Finish by moonbabyscoot (NSFW) Pro Hero power couple Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki are out to dinner at Tokyo's best Italian restaurant to celebrate their five year wedding anniversary. Izuku Midoriya cannot believe he gets to wait on the sexiest men in the country. Are they...flirting with him?

The long way home by allslurp Back in his hometown to visit his parents, Bakugou runs into a face from the past. Years down the line, the memories are still as clear as on the first day... and so are his regrets as he is left to reminisce about what was and what could have been, knowing all too well there’s no way back. It’s too late.But he is not the only one who remembers, and the past does not stay in the past. When Bakugou tries to make up for his mistakes, he sets them on a course neither of them expected – because there's not just the two of them to consider anymore.

“Powder Keg” series by Ajaxthegreat (NSFW) Bakugou really, really, really didn’t want to be trapped in an elevator with Todoroki and a fireproof dildo. Todo x Baku x Deku. University AU.

Fuck, but he's hot though by Grufflump Izuku was ready for just about anything. He was prepared - emotionally, physically, spiritually, All Mightily - for just about anything but a brash, aggressive, annoying, thoughtful, kind and sometimes...flustered Bakugo Katsuki.

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Spice, Not Sugar by KTG (NSFW) Bakugou was fired from his last job for having a "poor fucking attitude".What the fuck ever.Unfortunately, he needs money to eat, and to get money, he needs a job, /stat/.After getting hired at RIOT, the agency own and run by the number-twelve pro hero Red Riot, Bakugou quickly learns that his boss isn't an average hero--or an average sugar daddy.

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Everyone except You by CakeyDill (NSFW) AU where Midoriya Izuku is a college pre-med student and Todoroki Shouto is a fireman and EMT. Upon meeting during Izuku's attempts to save the life of his professor after a cardiac arrest, Shouto and Izuku can't seem to stop meeting each other in increasingly dangerous situations. Their very different lives are suddenly meshed together as they discover something about themselves at each chance meeting.Can these two men find something special? Maybe all it takes is several terrible incidents, a few heartbreaks along the way and true determination to bring these two together.

“Thanks for Saving Me” Series by Esselle Midoriya Izuku is a university sophomore, a fanboy, quirkless. On the list of things he is not: a hero. That's why he's more surprised than anyone when he rescues Todoroki Shouto, his favorite pro hero, from a deadly villain attack. His actions fling him into the media spotlight, grabbing the attention of the entire country, including Todoroki himself. But Todoroki actually wants to get to know him past the headlines. Izuku finds himself living a story straight out of a fairy tale, one where the mysterious, handsome prince is played by the real-life superhero he has always admired. But Izuku is convinced he's the ugly duckling, not the swan; could he ever be remarkable enough to get his happily ever after?

#bakudeku by rageprufrock This is not a #bakudeku story, but if Izuku hadn't wanted Todoroki to give him shit about it, he probably should have thrown away that doujinshi Jirou had bought him.

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Raise the Bar by Esselle Shouto receives some unexpected (and much needed) assistance in looking after his infant daughter on an international flight.

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Like the Mighty Roar of Thunder by Serah_chan (NSFW) - In Progress Izuku Midoriya, a strong and proud warrior priest, faces off Katsuki, a supposedly ruthless Viking leader. The brave warrior loses his first fight against the Viking, but is spared. He doesn't know why, but he knows he won't be allowed to die easily. Izuku tries to fight, he tries to hate the man who reduces him to a mere slave... yet he ends up discovering things about the blond Viking that just don't add up to the villain he wanted to paint said man as. Perhaps, given time, the blond can be reasoned with. Perhaps he can escape... or maybe he'll find that he may not need to see Katsuki as an enemy, but as someone he can trust.

Where I Want To Be by jaegerbombastic (gabrielle015) NSFW “Okay,” she says, barely above a whisper. “But promise you’ll hear me out first. All the way. Don’t interrupt.” There was resolution in her voice, but he could hear the wavering. He kept his position in the chair adjacent to their couch his girlfriend was occupying. “Won’t say a fucking word ‘till you’re done,” he states. And for a second, Ochako feels a hot rush of anger throughout her body. Because he is just as fucking responsible as she i- “Alright,” she begins, readjusting herself on the edge of the couch she was sitting. “I’ll start I suppose.” “You should,” Bakugou bristles, gesturing loosely in her direction. “Go ahead. Explain to me why I was balls deep in you and had to listen to you moan Deku’s name instead.”

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FULL DISCLOSURE: I have not written in the Overwatch universe before. I have also not written male characters in about 15 years. And, finally, this is decidedly AU because I read it before I re-referenced the Old Soldiers comic. So, all things considered, please be kind to your local Squid,

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“Shit,” Jack cursed under his breath.  There had been five members of the Los Muertos gang, and one of them had been smart enough to split up and flank him from behind.  His reflexes, he thought, grimacing as he attempted to stand, were not what they once were.  Even all those chemicals could only do so much, and they damn sure didn’t help him deflect bullets.  

He stood and inhaled deeply., feeling two cracked ribs on his left twinge with the gesture.  He had managed to dodge the bullets, but had landed hard on the cobblestone street.  The gang had run off, assuming that they killed him.  A small mercy, perhaps.  He wasn’t sure if he could have taken them all, not injured like this.

Not that he wouldn’t have gone down trying.

The whole endeavor had been stupid, really, he thought bitterly as he injected himself with biotic medicine, feeling the instant relief it provided to his aching ribs.  Jack began to walk down the alley, pulse rifle still raised and ready to fire if the gang members decided to come back.  He had just been passing through and saw them ransacking a store—none of his business—but he thought of a little girl who still called him a hero, and he thought of the old woman who owned the store and was barely making ends meet, and so he squared his shoulders and called out to the group.

“Gotta stop being so soft,” he growled out loud, automatically checking the corner and clearing it before turning right.  It was well past nightfall now, and the narrow, zigzagging streets in El Dorado gave troublemakers plenty of places to hide. Never could be too careful.

But goddamn, how beautiful the barrios could be at night. A tiny smile pulled at the ruined corners of his mouth, hidden beneath his mask, as he looked at the stars. They were so much clearer here than in the big cities of the world, where light pollution all but killed any constellation-watching.  He had grown up where you could find your way by the stars, could see the farthest galaxies without so much as a telescope as you strolled through the cornfields, and some sentimental part of him felt comforted by the familiar presences of Ursa Major, of Hercules, of Orion, all waiting in the sky.  He passed the flower shop, smelling the sweet carnations even through his mask, set out for sale the next day.

The smell kept growing sweeter even as he kept walking, so he slowed his pace.  Maybe something wrong with the damn filter again, Jack thought, scrunching his nose a little in distaste.  But the aroma kept increasing in strength, and soon it was no longer the smell of flowers, but some other smell, some odor that had him on edge with its overpowering stench, and then it was so strong he could taste it—

The smell of rotting flesh.

Soldier 76 stopped, knees bent and still ready to run, and flicked on his visor.  He could see the distant thermal outlines of people in the nearby houses, the small figure of a stray cat sniffling through garbage…  He turned around, and suddenly the visor was completely engulfed in blue, seeing only the coldness of the thing in front of him.

“Hello, Jackie,” the Reaper growled, and he raised his rifle, but it was too late.  He felt his legs crumple before he even registered the punch to his cracked ribs, making the pain flare up and spread, sudden and wild, as he felt at least two more fracture under the hit.

His visor flipped off automatically after the hit, designed to not impede close-combat fighting, and he looked up into the bone-white mask of the Reaper, watching the other man crack his knuckles and listening to the sickening pop of his bones.  He didn’t hesitate before snapping up his rifle and firing his helix rockets directly into the abdomen of his opponent.  

But no impact came.  The Reaper had somehow dissolved, looking more like smoke than a human, and the rockets passed right through him, hitting the wall behind and shattering the brick.  

“So quick to fight,” growled the voice, coming from all around him now as the black mist circled him, the smell of dead flesh so potent that he nearly gagged.  “I just want to talk.”  The remark was whispered in his ear from behind, and he spun around on his knees only to see the Reaper drift back about ten feet.

“Then talk,” Soldier retorted, getting to his feet again, ignoring the stabbing pain in his ribs.  “But you’ve got the wrong man.”

His opponent reformed, the mist returning to a human shape, and his grip on his rifle tightened, waiting for Reaper to twitch towards his shotguns.  But his arms remained crossed, even as his shoulders moved up and down, chuckling deeply. “Oh, no.  I’ve been watching you for a while, Jackie,” he taunted, and the nickname turned Jack’s stomach, “and I’m sure I’ve got this right.” Reaper vanished suddenly, Jack jumping a little in alarm at the man’s quick disappearance.

“Don’t I, Morrison?”  The kick to the back of his knees was hard and sent him to the ground, hands reaching out automatically to catch himself, the rifle slipping from his grip.  He scrambled for it, but it was kicked away by black steel-toed boots just as his fingertips glanced it.  “Play nice, Jackie,” the man admonished, and Jack swung at the man’s legs, only to have him turn into mist again, evading the blow.  He felt a boot kick his left side, and he couldn’t help but cry out in pain, his entire ribcage now feeling broken and splintered as he fell onto his hands breathing heavily.

“I thought you just wanted to talk,” Jack spat, tasting blood in his mouth, mingling sickly with the taste of old flesh.  He felt a clawed glove lift his chin almost tenderly, and he could see nothing behind the black eyes of the mask in front of him.

“I do.”  The grip on his chin turned to a chokehold around his neck, and their heads clashed together hard, his visor shattering under the impact.  Jack’s vision went black and he panicked, scrabbling at the mask to remove it even as the hand let go of his throat.  The visor popped off easily, and he let the ruined equipment fall to the ground.  His vision without it was poor, but still better than being trapped in utter blackness.

He saw the mask, still so close to him, the head cocked to the side curiously.  “My, my, Morrison.  Not such a pretty boy any more, huh?”  A claw gently traced over one of the long scars that crossed his face, and Jack grimaced at the contact.  

“What do you want, Reaper?” Jack snarled, feeling less like a trained super-soldier and more like a caged animal, lashing out wildly at his captor.

“I want to talk to Commander Morrison,” came the reply, the clawed hand pulling back for the elbow to rest on his knees, Reaper squatting casually before him.

Jack barked out a laugh.  “That man died a long time ago.”

“Perhaps,” Reaper mused.  “But so did I.”  His arms raised, and Jack tightened his fist, ready to swing, but Reaper’s hands went to his own head.  “You showed me yours.  How about I return the favor?”  The question went unanswered as he lifted off his mask.

Jack blinked several times, willing his vision to come into focus, seeing the man’s face shift—then he realized that it wasn’t his vision; that the face was actually moving and shifting constantly, healing and degenerating into pallid grey flesh, pieces of that falling off and turning into fine black vapor before the skin showed up anew and the process began all over.  He was so focused on watching the right cheek disintegrate, seeing the teeth of the skull, pointier than they should be, showing through the missing tissue, that he didn’t look past that one element.

But then he did, and the cruel sneer in front of him was one that he had seen before, seen on a man with darker skin, decades ago, as he screamed and raged about the future.  

Jack met the eyes, red with black irises and white pupils, and he felt all of the wind leave his lungs in a single breath, and on that breath he carried a name:

“Gabe?”

The eyes almost seemed to soften.  “You remember after all.  I’m touched.”   He looked anything but.  His lips began to peel away and reveal more of those sharp teeth, and a grey, pointed tongue flicked out and grabbed the skin before it fell.

Jack couldn’t help but feel disgusted, and he knew it must have shown on his face because Reaper—no, Gabriel—sneered at him.  “Got a problem, Morrison?” he questioned, and Jack was struck with the memory that it was the first thing that Reyes had said to him, so long ago it felt like lifetimes had passed.

“No, sir,” came the automatic reply, and Jack found himself smiling.  He knew it was lopsided, the right side of his mouth never having healed properly. For a brief moment, he could have sworn that he saw Gabriel smile, but it was hard to tell given that his mouth was still reforming.  For a moment, he felt a surge of his old optimism return, and he wondered if they could make things work somehow.  Ana would be sore, but she would accept Gabriel back, and maybe the three of them could continue playing dead but being alive, maybe they could be together again.

Reaper stood suddenly, and Jack felt his hope crash and shatter around him as a shotgun barrel leveled neatly between his eyes. He admonished himself for being so sentimental, so goddamn caught up in the future that he forgot all about the past.

“You and I,” Reaper rasped, the mask being placed back on with his left hand, “have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Jack heard the safety click, and he looked up at the stars.  He would have preferred to go fighting, but there were worse ways to die than staring at Draco snaking across the night sky, he thought.

He heard the beeping of a telecom, and Reaper sighed. The barrel was removed as quickly as it had been placed there.

“Some other time.  Until then, Morrison.”

And he was gone, only a wisp of black smoke remaining, and even that dissipated into the night sky.  Jack slumped down, the adrenaline leaving him, only to be replaced with bone-deep exhaustion.  He was getting too old for this, he thought, jamming two biotic injections into his thigh.

He stood then, grabbing his ruined visor and his rifle. He spared one more glance behind him before starting to move.  “Till next time, Gabe.”