Tim: Okay, I have a higher kill count than Damian and Jason combined, I'm pansexual, and I'm toying with the idea of becoming a supervillain when Bruce dies for real.
Rules: Share two truths and one lie about yourself, tag five people to guess your lie and to share their own, make sure to guess the lie of the person who tagged you!
Thank you @brokendoor16 and others for the tag in this one, the original thread is super long so I hope it’s okay I restarted it! And I think that your lie is the politics thing, you seem more like a journalism or environmentalism girlie, but of course I am but a mere mutual and am probably wrong. 🫶
My three!
Once when I was ten years old I was on a trip with my parents at the ocean and I was snorkeling in an off-shore coral reef and I almost had a head on collision with what I believe was either a lemon shark or a white tip reef shark
I have in fact crashed my car into mailboxes three separate times with three separate mailboxes
Before I transitioned, I looked so alike to JoJo Siwa that looking back on it it’s almost scary how alike we looked, minus the terrifyingly high ponytail
Guess away! 🥰 No-pressure tags as always. Sorry if anyone’s already been tagged! @sarcastictissy @harbinger-of-existential-dread @yearning4life @reybeeze @honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns @verysexyseagull @deprivedmusicaljunkie @ilaytrapsfortroubadours And anyone else who wants to join! (Also if someone tags you you should be my mutual 👀)
◇ After five years together with Midoriya, you find yourself newly single and heartbroken. When he starts dating again, you shout a bold-faced lie to the universe that wraps you and Katsuki Bakugou together for better or worse. In order to save face, you need to work together with the grumpiest man on the planet.
◇ Verity (noun): The quality or state of being truthful or honest. Also your Hero Name to go along with your quirk of forcing others to tell the truth.
ProHero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader
(Brief Midoriya x Reader)
They all seem so believable, I simply can't decide. I'm going to go with the medical school within the next year - simply because I think you're already enrolled 😏
Snail's Two Truths and a Lie:
I have been impaled by the stem of a wine glass, resulting in meat-glue and a trip to the ER to suture the wound back together again. The wound looks like a candy cane, and I think it's rather pretty.
I went to circus school and used my background as an acrobatic gymnast to excell in performing on ropes and silks suspended from the ceiling. My uniform was a unitard from my neck to my ankles coloured in navy blue, ruby red and jet black.
In my youth, I would go busking out the front of my local supermarket with my favourite violin. My repitoore was mainly concertos and minuettes, but I also would play Metallica, Muse, Three Days Grace and Eluveitie.
I dare you to take a guess at which one isn't true, reblog with your answer and play along with two truths and a lie of your own!
So Eddie, Chris, and Marisol playing two truths and a lie—anyone else notice how Buck-and-Shannon-coded Marisol’s answers were?
Obviously, the “never had s’mores” thing—her truth—was reminiscent of the scene where Chris says he misses making s’mores with his mom, and so they make some s’mores and he asks if they can make an extra for Shannon. Very sweet memory, very on-theme for the whole Shannon look-alike thing they’re doing.
But also, (for those of us with Buck brain-rot), the other two answers—the two lies—very much brought Buck to mind. Breaking two arms at once? 100% sounds like something Buck would have done. The thing about roller-coasters? Of course brings to mind in season 1, when Buck was on that roller coaster and lost his first victim on the job.
Truth: You were married in an intimate ceremony shortly after.
Lie: Katsuki did not cry at the wedding, and if anyone says he did, he will vehemently deny it.
Three Years Later
Katsuki takes your hand and spins you once, your dress flaring at the hem from the motion. He settles one hand on your hip and the other holds yours between your chests. Pale pink lights on strings stand out against the background of the night sky. The late spring air is comfortably cool – which is fine given all the people around you.
“Did you ever think we’d be here?” you murmur and squeeze Katsuki’s hand.
“Fuck no,” he snorts.
“I’m glad they’re happy though.”
“He doesn’t deserve to be with her.”
“Katsuki,” you chide gently. Your husband arches an eyebrow.
“Can’t speak the truth now?”
“Not when there was literally a ‘speak now or forever your your peace’. You didn’t speak up then, you’re not saying anything now.” Katsuki lets out a grunt of sorts, the kind that says ‘you’re right, but I still don’t like it’. You nod over to the happy couple. “She approves and that’s all that matters.” Your eyes drift to the center of the dance floor.
Midoriya cups Ochako’s cheeks and kisses her. They sway in time to their own music and ignore everything around them. For this song, they’re in their own little world.
“I still don’t believe he turned his life around,” Katuski mutters.
“It’s a constant process,” you shrug. The song ends and your hands fall away from each other. Another dance? A brief rest? Drinks near the edge of the crowd? You’re unsure what comes next.
“Can we cut in?” Midoriya and Ochako stand next to you and Katsuki. Katsuki tilts his head slightly, waiting for you to respond. You give his hand a reassuring squeeze and take a step away. He offers his hand to Ochako and you take Midoriya’s.
The next song starts up. Midoriya’s hand is properly on your mid back while your clasped hands remain off to the side —much more formal than how you were dancing minutes earlier.
“So marriage.” You break the ice once Katsuki and Ochako are out of earshot. Midoriya chuckles, his small grin teasing a hint of his dimples.
“Didn’t think I’d be here.”
“I could say the same,” you laugh.
“Yeah,” Midoriya grins wryly, “Did my invite get lost in the mail or something?”
You roll your eyes and shake your head. “You know you weren’t invited. No one was.”
Your ceremony had been a quiet affair of just you, Katsuki, and immediate family. Even keeping it ‘just family’ was more than the two of you wanted. The time the two of you spent actually engaged was minimal, maybe two months at most.
“And that had nothing to do with a little bun in the oven,” Midoriya goads. The media has eaten that up quickly. Once there was even the slightest visible change, everyone knew — and you being a pro shoved in the spotlight centered around honesty and the truth, you couldn’t very well lie again.
“Bun was in the oven after the honeymoon, thank you very much,��� you reply primly and step on his foot. Your dance partner’s laugh fills the open air.
There’s a pleasant lull in the conversation. You never thought you’d be here, Dancing with your ex after everything that happened, but time heals wounds and people change.
The deep tenor of his voice interrupts your thoughts. “You look happy together.”
Casting a look over your shoulder, you find Katsuki dancing with Ochako. Their conversation doesn’t reach you, but you can see her face crinkle at something he said — probably a comment on her taste in men. Katsuki’s feet lift about three inches off the ground before returning to the ground with a noticeable thud. She sticks out her tongue at him before laughing.
After everything you’ve gone through; the ups and downs, using each other to get over heartbreak, falling in love, hurting. It’s been a rollercoaster to say the least. The ride isn’t over, in fact it’s barely started, but with Katsuki by your side you can tackle anything.
“We are,” you smile.
“Alright Deku,” Katsuki interrupts with a huff. There’s a slight tint to his face. “Your wife is waiting for you and I’d like mine back now.” He gestures over his shoulder where Ochako waves. Her normally pink cheeks are a deeper rose color.
Midoriya lets you go and returns to his blushing bride, giving her a twirl before pulling her close.
Katsuki takes your hand and leads you over to the refreshment table.
You fan yourself while he gets you bottled water. Even with the moon rising, dancing the night away has your skin glowing from all the movement. “It’s getting late…”
“And?” Katsuki shrugs. He cracks open your bottle before handing it to you and takes a sip of his own drink.
“Should we get going soon to pick up the kids?”
Katsuki pauses mid-sip. Crimson eyes study you over the edge of his glass. They darken as they rove up and down your body. Calmly, he sets his drink down on the table behind him. When he turns back around, you’re greeted with pure lust.
He puts a possessive hand on the small of your back. You find your hips flush with his, a hardness pressed against your pelvis. Katsuki’s free hand wanders up your side, sliding up your waist and briefly cupping your breast before settling underneath your jaw. He tilts your face towards his.
A shiver runs through your body as his lips ghost up the column of your neck. “We’ve got this beautiful room at the hotel, it’d be a shame not to use it…” His lips meet the sensitive spot of your neck and you press yourself into him to chase the sensation. “They’ll be fine with their grandparents until morning.”
He captures your mouth in a searing kiss. If you were alone, there’s no doubt he would take you right here, right now – room be damned. His tongue runs over the seam of your lips, begging to be let in. And you oblige. With all the moans you’re failing at holding back, there are bound to be people staring.
Pulling back, you inhale sharply, stars dancing on the edge of your vision. Your husband stares at you. His lips curl into a pleased smile when he sees how flustered you are. You fish the hotel room card out of his back pocket and taunt him with it. “What’re you waiting for?”
Truth: You and Katsuki have remained madly in love
Truth: Your lives as Pro-Heroes and parents is a whirlwind of new experiences, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.