#also it was so hard t o just choose one fic how dare you

[amelia-yap]

The sound of White Rose by @powertaco

[magpiefngrl]

Hi! 11 & 25 for the love your fandom ask if you’d like to!

P.S. I just want to say that The Full Monty was one of my very first drarry reads and it’s been living in my head rent-free ever since. Shortly after I’ve binged on your other works (The Dare, dirtynumbangelboy, The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy and A Perfectly Normal Reaction), all of which had made me feel a l o t of things but I don’t think i could ever be eloquent about it so thank you so much for these gobsmacking works!! ♥︎

Hello! Thank you for the very kind words about my fics!! I'm thrilled you enjoyed them and very grateful for your lovely praise! You've made my day <333

I answered 25 here.

11. if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

What a fab question! It's so hard to choose, though, because I see something in each fic that I'm proud of. Could be the premise or a funny line or the mood of the piece. There's always something.

But as a story on the whole, I'm proudest of dirtynumbangelboy and 9 ½ Days. They're my longest fics and I'm pretty happy with how they turned out. I had a vivid image of certain scenes in both fics and I was really eager to write them down. Comments suggest they worked for the readers too. I also really like the hand-touching scenes in dnab and the first kiss in 9 1/2 days.

The fics differ in that dnab was written almost in a fever dream, in a hurry to meet the Erised deadline. The Cornwall fic (9 1/2 days) took five (5) years. But both are a great example of my writing and my views/ideas/headcanons and imagination.

love your fandom asks

[skzshinyy]

Truth or Dare /// the series (pt.2)

This is my first series and it’s going to be an interactive story. you can choose which members ending you want to read. Of course you can read all of them, I would highly appreciate that. I’ll also upload a version with all of them. I hope you like part two. I’ll try my best to write all the endings by sunday. ALSO, my requests are still open and I’m also working in some little drabbles of my own! If you have any questions, don’t be shy and ask, I don’t bite!

pairings: skz x reader

genre: smut, tiny weeny bit of fluff

warnings oral (receiving and giving)

also, huge thank you to @namnessa for playing this entire part with me as a type of roleplay, it was a lot of fun and really inspiring. Thank you Kitten

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“Sit next to me y/n” Jisung screeched. You still didn’t know what to expect, it’s your first playing with them, you usually just watch movies together and then leave afterwards. But you knew this time was gonna be different. “So, should we start?”, Chan said, reassuring you with a smile. Changbin shrugs “why not? Y’all got the drinks ready?” You hold up the bag, the bottles dangling together. “Let’s go then, I’m so excited!”, Jisung said, almost jumping up from excitement.

Chan looked around, seeing as he is the oldest, he decided to start by picking truth. “pfft truth, start off strong” Seungmin said annoyed, rolling his eyes. Felix on the other hand already knew what to ask; “Have you ever thought about fucking someone in this room?” “duh, it‘s not like y‘all aren‘t attractive..”, Chan scoffed, brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Jeongin couldn’t believe what he just heard, eyes opening wide “really?”

But Changbin couldn’t resist a sneaky comment; “I don’t know, Minho is kind of busted”, he laughs and so does everyone else, except Minho. “Fuck you, you can?t even reach the top shelf-“ Changbin fumed, about to get up and beat up Minho as Chan said calmly. “wowowow calm down... let‘s keeping going. Felix you asked, what do you pick?”

“Well since i’m not a bitch, dare.” Jisung bursted out laughing. Jeongin giggled and suggested: “Make out with Changbin..”

And so they did, Felix crawled over to Changbin and kissed his lips softly. Changbin grabbed his head and leaned in, deepening the kiss. After a good thirty seconds, Changbin finally let’s go and Felix turns to you. “Easy, y/n, truth or dare?”

“uhm that was hot first of all, second of all i pick truth”-“have you fucked any of us?”, Minho instantly blurted out, smirking smugishly. Felix turned a deep shade of red and the other watched you intently.

“No i haven‘t”, you said calmly. “Really?”, Minho said, being surprised. “Well, she hasn’t fucked me..”, Chan said looking around, seeing the others nod in agreement. “See I don’t lie Minho, now you Changbin, what do you pick?”-“dare..”

“Give Jisung a hickey right on his neck”, Hyunjin said, leaning against the sofa.

Changbin blushed and leaned over to suck on Jisung’s neck. “Look at Jisung, he‘s really enjoying it huh?” Minho chuckled. “Of course, he‘s a bottom how would he not enjoy this”, Hyunjin added. Felix moved to put a pillow on his lap as he watched the two next to him.

“pfft look at Felix, already getting hard...” Minho said, laughing. “Shut up! You like it too..”-“ n-no i-i don‘t... are y‘all finished? Seungmin your turn”-“Truth...”, he said silently. “Weren‘t you the one judging in the first place?”, Chan added. “I‘m trying to switch it up..”

“How do you feel about y/n?”, Jisung basically yelped out. Everyone in the circle turned their head towards you. You looked away, pretending to not see all the hungry looks laid on you. “i- uhmm I like her, she‘s a really good friend and I trust her..” Chan couldn’t hold back his chuckle, “yea sure mate. y/N, Truth or Dare?”

Being unsure of what to say, you mustered the courage to pick truth. “Jerk me off”, Chan said bluntly. You couldn’t believe what he said and as you we’re about to cop out, Minho said; “Do it, i wanna see how good you are..” You couldn’t say no to that challenge, crawling over to Chan, unbuttoning his pants. Felix licked his lips as he watched closely.

“Are you sure?”, you look up at Chan. He nodded and started palming him through his boxers. the others yawned, getting bored.”Y‘all are lame..”, Hyunjin scoffed. Jisung added; ”Can you guys hurry up? I want a show”

Having had enough, you take out Chan’s cock and lick a long strip from the base to his tip, making him moan uncontrollably. After giving him a few kitten licks to his tip, you took your hands of him and went back to your spot. You quickly continued;”Innie, what do you pick?”-“I pick dare..”

Changbin not wasting a second, he patted his lap and cleared his throat and said; “Come sit in my lap baby boy” Jeongin practically jumping up and down, he ran over to Changbin and made himself comfortable. You and Minho couldn’t help but die of cuteness “That is absolutely adorable”-“it really is... Jeongin you stay there and pick who gets to go next.”-“ I‘ll pick Chan”

“I’ll pick dare, why not” Jisung, trying to be smug said; “7 minutes in heaven with the person across from you.” Chan only laughed, looking him in the eyes; “that‘s you dumbass...”-“o-oh. I mean, I'm still down” clearly flustered, he tried to laugh it off. “Here or somewhere else?” Minho thought for a second then added; “Do it here”

Jisung stood up and walked over to Chan; ”Start the clock boys!” Chan hungrily kissed Jisung. Minho being unbothered, kemp going, ignoring the dirty sounds coming from next to him; “Who wants to continue?”-“Me”, Jeongin said, “I pick truth”

Changbin wrapped the arms around the younger, still seated on top of him and asked; “Do you like this baby boy?”-“yes i do..”, Innie said shyly, blushing right away. Minho swooned for the younger, not being able to contain his uwu’s, he asked softly; “Who should pick next?”-“Hyunjin should, he’s been quiet...”-“ i pick dare”

Felix smirked, not hesitating; “Why dont you take care of y/n, she has been fidgeting since the handjob”You looked at Felix, shocked, but before you could say anything, Hyunjin was already stroking your pussy over your panties. “She’s so wet already”, Hyunjin groaned. But soon enough the timer went off and he took his hand away

Jisung moaned as Chan finally let go off him, completely marked up. You sighed, wanting to have continued, but you couldn’t have guessed in a million years what happened next:

Hyunjin sat back and asked; “y/n, what do you choose?” You hesitated, but in the you picked dare. The room went quiet, everybody searching for ideas, as suddenly Minho turned to Chan and whispered something in his ear. Chan seemingly nodding in approval, Minho said:

“Fuck _______”

Now it’s your turn, who do you want to fuck, it’s your decision...

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[gothamstreetcat]

If you have time and want to, I’d love to see what you’d say are your creations to come from the Unofficial Batcat Fam. So, basically, ✨ + Itzel, Kayleigh, you, and Sophie’s stuff. (People changed their URLs and I’m on mobile so I’m not typing them out in fear of messing up the URLs. YOU’RE AMAZING AND CRAZY TALENTED AND SO KIND AND I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST DAYS AHEAD!)

girl don’t ask me why it took me so long to respond... i’ve been feeling nostalgic and i miss you guys a bunch. i love you all so much and i think each of you is extremely talented. i’m very blessed to be part of our little batfam

Itzel ✨ @brvceselina

desrest itzel, (i scrolled through all your edits by the way) as much as i’d like to scream again over this edit, i’d like to bring particular attention to your let selina kyle be this happy challenge (petition to make this my new header? I think so) and your because you matter to me edit. first off, i really admire how naturally stunning your gifs always look and i think it’s a real shame i feel you don’t get the credit you deserve. i mean really, your gifs look very natural and yet in so many of them selina is truly glowing. i also really admire all the fonts you use because they are really delicate looking and pretty. i wish i looked as gorgeous and happy as selina in your ‘be happy challenge’ but also i really want that sweater. maybe in black, though? the blue is so striking against selina’s smile and cheeks! i just love her. for your ‘because you matter to me’ edit i really love the quote you choose. it tears be apart because selina really does deserve those things and by god bruce is probably the only person to hold her without selfishness. i could stare at this gifset for hours and i think you really can see the relief in selina’s face and you captured it so well. this set is just so perfect in every way because bruce is all these things and more. catch me writing a fic, i dare ya.

Kayleigh 💜 @marthaskane

girl, you know i think the internet is beyond blessed to have your unique sense of style. i really like both your heroes vs villains sets. your torchwood set is to die for. this selina set is so freaking fierce you could cut the competition with that blue coloring it is gorgeous. it’s really so very hard to pick one but i think i really wanna highlight your batparents x batcat set for a minute. I think i could actually scream about this for hours if i had my mead on straight. can i just say, you mind? you really are perfect for putting this together and consistency aside, i just love it. pennyworth had to have know what they were doing to us giving us the parallel between thomas and martha--and golly there are a lot. it makes you wonder if in some small way, bruce and selina are to suffer the same fate as them. i mean, it’s gotta be some kind of fate that they’ve both been in that same position over the one they love (although, as i’m writing this stupidly i realize that i’m sure thomas getting shot is somehow to be a reflection of his and martha’s murder--but still. but, could you imagine martha being with him at the hospital and them having to pretend to be married--bickering when the doctor walks in and says they seem like an old married couple and martha is like haha, unless... i wish there was more i could say but i really think this set speaks for itself. p.s i have a lot of your old sets in my drafts so hopefully they get some good tags along the way ;) 

Sophie 💕 @clara-oswin-oswald 

sophie, you know i think all your doctor who edits are top. fucking. tier. but if i had to pick  a favorite i think it would be this purple one (it is really just so pretty). i also really love the coloring you did for this edit (it might just be my fav)--like, if i could be green with envy, that’s exactly the shade of green i’d like to be. really in love with your coloring on this set and this set. of course, your dc edits are also awesome and even if purple is not your color you really use it well! this was such a lovely color pallete as well. yeah, i miss your gifs and i just think you’re super talented 

Emily ♥️ @apple-grass-and-smiles​

you didn’t think i’d skip you did i? first off, big shout out to your fic a death by a thousands cuts would be easier because you mentioned everyone in our little batfam, so it deserves an honorable mention. also, feels like i’ve been listening to this song a lot lately so... however, the fic that really does it for me has to be shiny toy with a price. maybe i cheated a little by just looking at my tags for this one, but it really helps me know what i wanna say--AND WHAT I WANT TO SAY IS how perfect this fanfic is. I can’t help myself, can i just copy my tags here because--

#I love all the little details you have poured in the beginning talking about the flat/snacks#detail is literally what I live for #My FAVorite bit what when you described Bruce needing to realize he'd totally go off a cliff just because Selina was doing it too #which is such a good line (and I'd totally steal it if I could) simply because you talked about how Bruce needs rules and guidlines #based off of how he grew up #But Selina somehow causes him to be a little wild which he loves #he would fucking follow her anywhere and not question why #not only that. but going into your entire labeling conversation #I really think it digs deep down somewhere where Bruce only wants to show his love for Selina and Share her in some way with the world #he loves her and he's not ashamed to be with or around her on every level #and yes that scares the absolute shit out of her because no one has ever loved or seen her like Bruce #and it's funny because I think the two of them will always have this crazy idea of I'm not good enough #And I really respect Selina's 'why can't we just be us?' line because it's my favorite #also I LOVED the little details of Bruce betting Alfred's and Selina betting things Bruce has in his room #because he probably doesn't even know #and it's like. they spend christmas together and Selina panics and wraps whatever Bruce has in his room #and he opens the freaking box so happy and grateful not even realizing his father bought it for him years ago #and I love how he put her legs back over him #and how he didn't want to keep her a secret #and the 'I could be bleeding' line is so ironic considering she was bleeding right in front of him and he was the First to know #with her blood running wet and hot between his fingers but all that and it really shook him when Selina did what she did #Emily you are so talented and I hope you continue to write

so yeah... that’s my lazy contribution. but also, i wanna add how i’ve always loved that despite bruce and selina feeling like neither is good enough for the other, they are not ashamed to be together. or seen together. and i feel like it’s obvious how hard it is for bruce to fit in yet, with selina it feels like he doesn’t have to try to fit in or be someone he’s not. and i saw somewhere today how selina was telling bruce if he didn’t give her the knife “barbara would never see her as an equal” yet, with bruce she already is an equal, and she always was. 

i think i should stop myself because i really don’t want to go overboard or bother anyone or hurt their feelings. i kinda wanna skip me but if i really have a fav we all know it’s my batcat x lover well... maybe my daytime edit too and love letter

[kewltie]

Bc this is me we’re talking about, here are some infos about my non-existent hpverse bakudeku fic:

Mitsuki and inko are bffs (some even say soulmate), having met at Hogwarts and getting sorted into gryffindor in their first year they soon became fast friend bc mitsuki despite being terrifyingly beautiful (bc of her veela heritage) and powerful she wasn’t super popular due to mostly her temperament and force of personality but she does get her rapid fanclub. Inko was much adore by the student body and teachers bc how humble and kind she was despite being from a pureblood family, easily making her the head girl in her 7th year. Together the both of them were a force to reckon with, they were the talk of the school when they attend there and so much stories about their antics become legend bc mitsuki ‘the bad girl’ and inko the ‘good girl’ was such a weird combo nobody know how they remain the bestest of friends.

inko was from powerful magic family but she broke rank when she fell in love with a muggleborn (A SLYTHERIN MUGGLEBORN AT THAT). She like mitsuki is also a legacy Gryffindor so she was disowned for choosing her muggleborn boyfriend instead of a hundred of years of tradition. Mitsuki was the only one who support and stuck by her through it all and it’s kinda ironic to everyone that mitsuki is notorius as the rulebreaker in school but it is inko who turned back against everything to follow her heart. At least mitsuki married another Gryffindor pureblood but lol she didn’t chose her husband bc of that only bc her husband was the only one who was immune to her veela charm bc he was her soulmate.

ANYWAY, now on to the bakudeku who grew up side by side bc of their mothers and katsuki even as young as he was was extremely powerful. Maybe it’s bc of his blood line or maybe it’s his veela side but he always been blessed with powerful that seem bottomless while izuku for the first ten year of his life developed no magic at all. Everyone thought he was a squib bc of that and they whispered maliciously that is what you get for polluting the pure magic bloodline with dirty muggle blood :(((.

Katsuki knew at a v v v young age that izuku is his soulmate but bc izuku shown no sign of magic and katsuki as the spoiled much love son of an ancient pureblood family (WELL BOTH since his parents are both pureblood), he was arrogant and elitist thinking he was superior to izuku in everyway. He didn’t want izuku, THIS FAILURE, as his mate at all but no matter how much he fought it to his very core he can’t help being drawn to izuku by some greater force then he know how. Izuku never realize or find out that he and katsuki are mate. He just think he’s one of the few people who is immune to veela’s charm just like his mother.

Izuku finally get his magic power from all might later around the time Hogwarts start for them. All might was kinda curse/bless (???) with a spell that make his core magic to be able to pass down from one person to another. It has to do with AFO bc he’s the immortal dark lord who to helped his squib brother get magic power he STOLE it from others (AFO creating a spell that steal magic cores) and that’s how OFA was born. Izuku is the newest heir in the long line of people destine to face the dark lord who is v much ALIVE AND THRIVING in secret.

By the time bakudeku get to Hogwarts izuku and katsuki had a very tenuous relationship bc katsuki hated the fact that his mate is pathetic squib but then he suddenly developed magic and KATSUKI doesn’t know what to feel about it. On one hand that level the playing field b/t them a little bc izuku isn’t a pureblood and he got this idea in his head that muggle and wizards/witches are all equal despite their lack of magic bc he’d learned it from from his dad side when he got exposed to muggles and knows they aren’t all evil/weak. Bc katsuki came from a traditional house with thousands of years of magic and history at their back, katsuki grew up thinking he was superior to everyone else so izuku and katsuki often clash with their world/social views.

This make their relationship even more strain when katsuki (like the sorting hat barely touch HIS HEAD before it declare him a Gryffindor) saw izuku was sorted into hufflepuff instead of Gryffindor like him. It actually took the sorting hat one of the longest time to declare izuku’s house bc izuku share many strong traits from various houses (bravery, loyalty, smart, kind) houses that he could easily fall into any of them but in the end the sorting hat gave izuku a choice and he’d chosen hufflepuff bc that’s the house that often get overlook by others. AND IT’S ALSO THE HOUSE THAT KATSUKI HATES AND LOOKS DOWN UPON THE MOST. izuku admires katsuki deeply and would follow him anywhere but he realizes it’s time he carve out his own path and hufflepuffs are strong and noble just like the rest of the other houses and izuku will spent seven years proving to the rest of the school :DD.

With being from two diff houses, katsuki and izuku sorta STARTED an intense house rivaly b/t the two houses even though hufflepuffs lit get along with nearly everyone and never really get into interhouse fighting b.s. that other houses get. Katsuki immediately become one of the star of his house being that his family got a lot weight to throw around and that he’s also 1/8th veela. So many rumors and interest swirl around katsuki and he thrives on them, showing exactly how katsuki deserves to be one of the top students of the year. He’s particularly best at dueling & potion and placing in his house quidditch team the first year. Izuku, on the other hand, nobody really expected anything out of him but he consistent surprises everyone with being esp good at charm and transfiguration that outdo older students.

Izuku absolutely flourish in Hogwarts and is literally friends with many people in diff houses that izuku’s table is fill with other ppl from various houses bc izuku doesn’t really have strict view on house rivalry and who should hang with whom (his bestfriend ochako is from gryff and iieda is from ravenclaw; making the three of them the ‘golden trio’). People even whisper it’s like inko is back in school again and EVERYONE LOVES INKO. Katsuki is almost equal in term of popularity to izuku mainly bc he consistent outperform many people of his age group and even ABOVE in spellworks, power, and dueling. he’s also exceedingly attractive bc of his veela heritage so he always got a flock of fans wherever he go…. It’s just his prickly personality that keep him from being uh too popular lol.

Katsuki, SLOWLY and surely, spent the years watching izuku really grew into his own through many trials thrown at him bc izuku despite being a hufflepuff (a house that isn’t known for any notoriety) is a trouble magnet and get into ALL SORT OF HIGHJINKS. Followers of the dark lord attempting to kill/sabatoge/kidnap izuku bc of OFA and katsuki get pisser with every attempt bc HOW FUCKING DARE THEY TOUCH HIS MATE????!!!!!! It’s not like katsuki suddenly get over his bigot and elitist mentality but with exposure from his housemates and the rest of the school, he slowly understand how warped his world views was but it doesn’t make it easier for him to accept that izuku IS HIS MATE only bc katsuki hate the idea of anything being force upon him and that he can’t chose who he can be with and also THAT IZUKU can’t choose him either. The thought of alone keep him up some nights when he is plague with doubt that izuku would never choose him if they weren’t bonded with each other…

Izuku still doesn’t realize they’re mate bc katsuki never told him and izuku is… uh very oblivious but around their fifth/sixth year katsuki’s attitude slowly change around him. He becomes more attentive and careful with izuku which suprises him at first but he just thought katsuki wants to become friends again lmao. In katsuki’s case though, IZUKU nearly died in one run in way the dark lord and katsuki lost it when he thought izuku was dead and he never ever want to feel that helpless and utter despair again know that he know what it mean to him to lose izuku bc he had been in love with izuku all along. So yea IT’S TIME FOR VEELA’S COURTING BULLSHIT :DDD.

Veela despite their frail beauty is actually a magical creature that v v v much like a bird of prey; they’re fighters and volatile. Katsuki to show izuku that HE IS A GOOD THE BEST MATE, constantly show off in class and dueling (beaTing izuku in the process lmao) that he can provide and strong enough to protect izuku. HE gives izuku one of his feathers as a gift knowing how much izuku loves his wings ever since they were children even though GIVING FEATHERS pretty much mean I WANNA MARRY YOU AND MATE FOR LIFE but izuku didn’t know that.

The slow seduction/courtship of izuku was the most agonizing and difficult thing ever for katsuki. Taking on four dark lords would be easier than courting izuku bc katsuki does It in the most roundabout way possible; HE’S BASICALLY COURTING IZUKU W/O EVERY REVEALING THAT HE’S COURTING IZUKU and everyone to their friends and parents just sigh v v v v v deeply bc WHY YOU GOT TO MAKE IT THIS HARD. But katsuki wants to win izuku over through brute force of affection, gifts, and interest in him instead of some bullshit destiny thing like mate.

izuku loves katsuki since they were children but he ISNT’ IN LOVE WITH HIM until much later in their sixth year when katsuki risk it all to save him in the triwizard tourntament. IZUKu actually was selected as one of the champion (which pisses KATSUKI OFF SO MUCH but he’s older now and mature enough not to hate izuku for it) and in one of the trail izuku nearly lost his life once more and katsuki was the one who jumped in to save him WHICH IS HILARIOUS BC THAT’S THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN BC KATSUKI IS THE ONE WHO GOT KIDNAPPED AS HIS ‘MOST TREASURE PERSON’ which izuku had no clue about but once he realize how true that was.... it was game over for izuku bc he’s finally opened his eyes to what katsuki been LITERALLY COURTING HIM SINCE THEIR FIFTH YEAR lol.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Garcy!

Ooh this was fun to wake up to this morning! My looooooooves...

When I started shipping it:

Okay so to be fair I was dragged into Timeless by @captainofthefallen (who cheated and just started sending me pictures of Lucy and Flynn and telling me how hot they were because I’m a hopeless bi) who told me in advance a lot about Garcy as a ship, so I was kind of primed to go into it shipping them. I kind of spent the first few episodes going, “oh ho ho I love these interactions I can’t wait to start properly shipping them” and then 1x10 happened and there was the whole team-up and talk with the horses and I went oh dear I’m in T-R-O-U-B-L-E and then 1x11 and so on happened and I was just flinging myself headlong into the Garcy abyss and oh look I haven’t climbed out yet (and never will).

My thoughts:

Look, I am a queer polyamorous woman who is not here for your bullshit heteronormative soulmate nonsense. I am a huge proponent of free will and I will take a story where two people find and choose each other over and over rather than a story about two ‘soulmates’ who are destined to be together for Reasons.

Having said all of that.

OHMYGOD THEY ARE SOULMATES SOULMATES SOULMAAAAAATES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH LOOK AT THEM MY LOVES MY LOVES MY LOVES MY LOVES MY LOVES MY ANXIOUS ANGSTY SAD HURTING DARLING TURTLES I WOULD DIE FOR THEM TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER AND THE WORLD DARE! I! SAY! SOULMATES!!!!!!!!!

What makes me happy about them:

How they support each other and see good in each other (Flynn sees Lucy’s a genius and an expert and a leader, Lucy sees that Flynn’s not a monster and is still a good but sad man), how they call each other out on their bullshit but never judge each other, how they are so soft with each other, how they let themselves be vulnerable with each other, how they will argue until they’re blue in the face over their clashing principles but still listen and respect each other, how Lucy just delights Flynn to the ends of the earth, how Flynn makes Lucy laugh and surprises her, how they honestly apologize to the other one when they mess up, how they know each other better than anyone else, how they stick up for each other to others, the tol and smol, how Lucy’s not afraid to get up in Flynn’s face and yell at him from day one, how Flynn never wants to hurt Lucy and how he puts all his faith in her, I could go on forever oh my God I love them so fucking much.

What makes me sad about them:

You mean besides The Abomination? That they are both such broken people who are hurting so so much. They hurt me constantly with their angst. But that’s why they’re so good at supporting each other and helping each other to heal.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Well to be honest I only read Timeless fic by authors I really know closely and trust like @qqueenofhades. I have read snatches of random fics or skimmed other fics because friends sent them to me, but I don’t actually go into the Timeless tag on Ao3 and find fics out.

Having said that, in those snatches of random fics that people have sent me, there are two things that annoy me (please excuse the salt).

There was for a while (I don’t know if there still is) a rash of cheating fics, like where Lucy cheats on someone (Wyatt or Noah or whoever) to be with Flynn (I think in one of them Flynn was also married? But not to Lorena? anyway) and seeing as how in canon Lucy literally stated (to Wyatt) that she would never disrespect someone’s relationship and cheat or help someone to cheat and Flynn himself was still loyal to his wife 4+ years after she died, it felt so out of character for me. I don’t like cheating fics in general, but it being out of character as well, I just. What.

Also I personally don’t like to read Garcy fics where Flynn is the dominant one in the bedroom, LOL. It’s just so obvious to me, in my personal opinion, that he’s submissive to Lucy and that Lucy is dominant in bed, at least with her male partners. So if Flynn is the more dominant one I just... can’t get into the smut, haha.

Things I look for in fanfic:

Lots of character introspection, really well thought out character dynamics and behavior, lovingly poking fun at Flynn being trash--fics that don’t overlook his flaws in favor of making him a perfect soft husband because he IS a perfect soft husband but he was an entire season of flaming garbage fire first--Lucy getting to be a badass queen and not someone who needs saving, slow burn, sass, sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife and serve it for dinner.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

I can’t see Flynn ending up with anyone other than Lucy, honestly. That’s why in my Flogan fics I don’t have Lucy be in the fic, because while I loooooooooove Flogan with all my dear stupid heart, I 100% can’t see Flynn meeting Lucy and not falling in love with her. So Flogan, I suppose, or Lorena of course, but only with Lucy out of the picture.

As far as Lucy goes... I can see her with a woman, haha. A historical woman, or Jess even, or possibly Emma in an AU where Emma doesn’t pull all the shit she pulls in season two (especially specifically killing Carol and getting Rufus shot). I can’t see her with a man besides Flynn, though. I can see her with Wyatt in the sense of Garcyatt, but not Wyatt on his own. I tried to like Lyatt, really I did, before Wyatt became a complete asshole in season two, but they just don’t have the spark that you really need. If you ask me, Lyatt’s only interesting in the context of Garcyatt where they’re both in love with Flynn.

So yeah it’s hard for me to see them with someone other than each other because SOULMAAAATES but I can make it work in certain capacities.

My happily ever after for them:

They defeat Rittenhouse and each take time to settle through the trauma and loss they’ve experienced, and get therapy, and then they travel the world for a bit on Mason’s dime because they want to be together and happy but not ready to just go back to the regular world just yet, and Lucy eventually decides to go back to being a history academic and gets her PhD, and Flynn actually decides he wants to get a degree in history as well because he’s come to have a new appreciation for it, and they eventually get married, and eventually have a couple children (Maria and Ethan) and Amy’s back and she promptly adopts Flynn as her older brother, and they are happy, happy, happy because it’s what they DESERVE.

Who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Flynn is sometimes the big spoon but generally they sleep so that Lucy’s on his chest or they’re facing each other so not much spooning happens in general. There is definitely cuddling, so much cuddling, just not spooning.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Going to museums and historical places and Lucy talking Flynn’s ear off for hours about it. Also just cuddling together and reading in silence, enjoying each other’s presence and the quiet.

[madamrogersstorytelling]

Fan Fiction Ask Game

@suchatinyinfinity tagged me some time ago, and since I really couldn’t decide which ones to answer to, I took all of them! Yes, I really did. Worry about me... This is going to be a long post, so I’m putting everything under the cut and tagging some of my fellow writers at the bottom. I also am going to answer with all of my fics and not only one of them, that way you can get more perspective. 

Thank you for reading!

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I’m not going to answer about how I named one fic, I’m telling how I usually name my fics. Most of them get their titles if I listen to a song and it has a nice name or a line, sometimes I read quotes or just think of a word and taste it for long enough to decide could it be the title. Sometimes I read the piece before naming it and decide a line it has as a title; this can be seen in most of my drabbles. The title can be found. With my current series Aura, Of New Beginnings, You, Dark Passion Play and I’ll Make a Man Out of You; they either got their titles from the names of the characters, aspects of the story or songs. 

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Actually, You. Not all of it, but most of the first chapter is. I took some artistic freedoms to describe some things but it indeed is inspired by my very shitty day during last December. Some of my friends know about this, it was horrible. But the young man at the stoplights (who looked really different from Ben but still) still inspires me very much.

C: What member do you identify with most?

Member... This question confuses me, all in all. I identify with a lot of things and can really tell you as soon as someone tells me what kind of a member this question is searching for haha. 

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

I don’t really do playlist for my stories, I listen to whatever I feel like. Sometimes I want to listen to one specific song during one scene. It really depends. 

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I’m bad at sequels. And most of my fics are not even ready, aka they’re series that will go on and on. But! One fic that possibly could have a sequel one day is Irresistible. It’s one of my favorite pieces of my own fics and it would be fun to see did the reader really catch him or not ;)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The knife?”

“That was Reep…”

“The apples?”

“No, I didn’t touch your apples…”

“Someone ate them while I was picking up those flowers I gave you.”

Caspian shook his head, still humming his laughs.

“Apples don’t walk away, Caspian!”

He showed you his hands as if he was surrendering. “Maybe not, but it wasn’t me.”

You pouted. “If you have to say it, you’re not telling the truth.”

“Maybe you didn’t have any apples with you on that day? I don’t remember seeing any.”

“Yeah, because you ate all of them. I was away for ten minutes!”

“Okay, I just might have eaten one…”

King of Thieves, Caspian/Reader

I think this is really sweet. I had so much fun writing this and it can really be seen, I think. I’ve always struggled with real-like dialogue, as I’ve told countless times before, but I think that with this drabble, it became quite real after all.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends, really. I usually write from start to finish but if I suddenly get a scene in my head, I write it down. It’s easier for me to write from start to finish, that way I can stay on track and don’t lose the balance of what I’m doing. 

H: How would you describe your style?

Someone once said I have noticeable style, something that is... part of me. I guess I like descriptions? I use a lot of adjectives and different kind of sentences; long and short, both to describe and rhythm the story a little. I also like beautiful words very much haha. My style may be a bit dreamy and I like to go slowly more than quickly. Sometimes I speed things up a little, only to tell the more meaningful parts but all in all, I think I describe more than use dialogue. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Haha! I truly do have! Especially in writing. I love to use quotes and song lyrics in my stories as dialogues, parts of them. It’s really funny for some reason. When I read, I don’t think do I actually have a guilty pleasure. Hmm... I don’t think I have?

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Goodness! Well, ok, let’s take Irresistible again...

Billy either left without leaving a single note or... Maybe he didn’t leave at all? I almost wrote that he stayed but... Then I thought of the note and I let that come to the story. Well, we can always play ;)

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Something that had to do with Billy having to kill the reader either because the death was inevitable or because he had been told to. I’ve tried to think of this but as I have felt a bit bad myself, writing angst hasn’t really been on the top of my mind right now. Maybe one day?

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Sometimes more and sometimes less. I often read it twice; once right after reading and then I let it be for a moment, I got to eat or take a shower or play with my cat for a while and then come back to read it. You kind of become blind to your own text; I still have typos, I’m not saying that but it’s easier to see everything that needs to be corrected or revised before posting. Once or twice, usually.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Not more than I will never probably get it done because I keep getting stuck haha!

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Not at the moment. Even though, I always love to see people writing something I’ve talked about with them.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

The plot, usually. The characters come with it. While writing fanfiction, I kind of have some characters “ready to use”. The reader creates itself. I try to describe them as little as I can, so everyone can relate to them, which is why I go with the plot and not with the characters. But with something like Aura I try to get the plot with the character or the other way around. 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’m more like “one rose is my whole garden” type of person. I make some plans and write down some important plot points but for me, planning the whole thing from chapter to chapter and all the way to the ending kind of means it’s written already. Then I don’t even write it. So, I try not to let my ideas die with something like this but every time I get some important plot points in mind, I write them down because I’d forget them otherwise.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I have nothing against them. Collabs are just fine. Although, they can get a bit hard, can’t they? You need to have very profound talks about what you want to write and what should happen and all. It can get stressful. But it would also be very interesting thing to write! I’ve actually talked about one of these with one person once. 

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Sure. And I think that to be a writer, you have to have influences. You know what I mean? To see different ways to do some things and how the person X does this thing - but the person Y does it differently, so I’ll do it like this. You know what I mean? 

The people I’m going to tag (also the one that tagged me) all have some kind of influence on me, in good. 

My favorite writers, I’ve tried to learn something from them. Stephen King, Marcus Zusak, Joël Dicker, Tolkien, Rowling, Lewis, Wynne-Jones, all of them. 

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I’m not good at this trope thing anyway, I think. I don’t even think about them too much. But, you know, I just opened a list and I definitely can say that there are some I reallyreallyreally like hahah!

Shapeshifting is always nice, all kinds of AUs are really close to my heart, crossovers are fun, timetravel, fix-it is my go to... I have quite a lot of these!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Hmmmpf... I don’t like to say I don’t stand something, these are just things I’m not exactly a fan of.

I’ve always been bad at anything that has to do with comedy (I’ve only recently learned to live and watch comedy films, I used to hate them a few years back), so maybe... crackfics? Ok, good crack makes me cry my eyes out because I’m laughing so much but it’s pretty hard trope for me. 

I’m also either so decent (or at least try to think I am, which is a lie, I’m far from it haahah) or old-fashioned that I’m very bad at PWP as well.  

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

@padfootagain she writes so good fluff! You can always trust that whatever she writes will cheer you up - and I often read her fics if I feel a bit down. She’s also one of my closest friends.

@something-tofightfor I love her way to tell the stories, her characters. I enjoy her style a lot. And she is also very cute human being.

@banditthewriter quite a lot like with the previous. I like the way she develops her stories and characters and always gives us something to wait for. She also seems so nice and genuine as a person. We don’t interact much but I still appreciate her a lot.

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Whoa, this is hard... This is really hard because most of the fics I read already tell the stuff I’d tell in prequels. Maybe sequel... To @padfootagain‘s A Recipe For Love, to see the life of Caspian and the reader. But I don’t even dare to touch that masterpiece!!

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Both are fine. I like prompts a lot, they help me but sometimes they also set me a trap haha! I tend to use more general ones myself and I’m fine with that. But if I find a list of some more specific ones and find it inspiring, why not?

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

WHAT?? I hate to make any character suffer!! Ok, I’m a mascohist so maybe a bit but... No, that tells that I like to make the reader suffer? Because I’m not a sadist (even though, some of my friends might say so, they always say I’m killing them, so...). 

Y: A character you want to protect.

Caspian. Ryan Brenner. Steve Rogers. Billy Russo. Yes, you read right - Billy might not need my protection, but I’m doing it anyway. Paul “Jesus” Rovia is my dearest and I’ll fight for him. Tom Ward. Magneto. Athelstan. Sirius Black. Sam Winchester. All my actor babies. There are so many of them, they’re all my babies, I want to protect all of them!! (Logan, don’t look at me like that - yes, I’m protecting you too.)

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

... I hate the fact that every time I watch a movie or a show or even read a book, it’s 100% sure that my favorite character dies. Or if not 100&, then at least 85-90%. But, the happy thing is that most of the characters are not killed in fanfiction! I can read deaths, yes, but... They’re not nice things to read. I can also write deaths, still not my fave things to do. 

Want a list of these characters? Sirius Black, Billy Russo, Logan Delos, Kili, Fili and Thorin, Steve Rogers or any of the Avengers (don’t come at me, I know we all have been thinking about this)... This list could go on and on.

Tagging: @padfootagain @jennareedus @carol-damn-vers @something-tofightfor @dylanobrusso @suchatinyinfinity @whostheblondegirlwriting @loriwrites @breanime @princerussoand everyone else who wants to do this. Sorry for the double tags.

[manako-no-yami]

when i say go, hold my hand

Read on AO3 Written for the @bkdksecretsanta exchange (I'm so sorry for the delay, I didn't realize it would end up being this big or long...), for @calcidekudine! based off of her vigilante!deku fic, the hare. I hope you like it!!!

Fandom: BNHA Ship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku Rating: T Wordcount: 9556 Summary:

“I’m sorry, what?” “You poor thing,” Earphone Jack says, smacking him hard on the back, “Do you feel obligated to defend his honor? Don’t worry, we all went to school with the bastard. That kind of already ruined the illusion. Now spill. I want to know everything.” “We’re uh, we’re pretty normal? Haha, no stories to tell. Nothing. Just. Just signi–uh. Boyfriends. Haha. Normal. Normal boyfriends. Yup.” Both women turn to look at him at the same time. The effect is startlingly close to facing down a pack of hungry lions while armed with a broken toothpick. Kacchan’s gonna kill me. How the hell was he supposed to know that the details of their fake boyfriends cover story had to be planned down to their imaginary sex habits?

“Hold still,” Kacchan mutters, tugging harder.

  “Stop yanking,” Deku replies, “You’re gonna knock the recorder loose!”

  “That’s why we should’ve gone with the button one, not this stupid glasses shit, makes you look even stupider than you already do.”

  “I told you, the button mike’s audio isn’t clean enough, we run a risk of not even being able to use any of it, and since Mr. Wanna-be Number One Hero over here is ‘too busy’ to clean audio, which is utter bull shit by the way, that means it’ll be my problem and since I’m the one using it and handling the clean-up it only makes sense that I get to choose what recording gadget we use, so w–”

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Deku. Shut up. I’ve heard this argument five times already. Besides, maybe this wouldn’t be such a problem if you would just,” He gives one final yank, tucks the tie in, and straightens the lapels of the suit jacket, “learn how to tie a tie , hmm?”

  Deku’s face burns bright red and he huffs, hands reaching up to fidget with his collar before Kacchan slaps his hands away, hissing like an affronted cat.

  Don’t you dare, his eyes read, and Deku rolls his eyes in return, settling for adjusting his glasses–his fake glasses, with a small recording device installed in the corner of the frame–higher up on his nose.

  “Okay, let’s go over the plan one more time. First,” he’s interrupted by Kacchan’s exasperated groan.

  “ God, not this again. Deku, we’ve been over it a million times, and neither of us are fucking amateurs.”

  “ First, we locate the CEO of MightyTV.You're in charge of introducing me, and I, posing as your..." his voice gets lower. "Your. Y-  Significant? Significant. O-oth--”

  “Significant? Significant significant?” Kacchan mocks. “Boyfriend. Just say boyfriend. Are you sure I’m the one that needs to be debriefed again? How the hell are we supposed to pull this off if you can’t even handle saying that much, huh Deku?”

  “– boyfriend, shut up Kacchan I’m trying to review the plan here–”

  “Oh, so you admit that you’re the one that needs to review it, and not me? Better start cramming, since we agreed that you can’t bring the plans with you.”

  “ And I, posing as your boyfriend,” Deku continues, “will begin talking to his assistant, who usually accompanies him, luring them in with the possibility of a story about Ground Zero’s civilian boyfriend, while you fetch us all drinks. Got it so far?”

  Kacchan narrows his eyes, suspicious.

  “No. The plan was to separate the two until you can subdue the assistant and give her the truth serum, not to leave you and your awkward ass alone with both of them.”

  “What? Kacchan, no, we ended up making that plan B, this is why we need to go over it again! I thought you said you were a professional! See, look–” his hand reaches inside his jacket. Too late, his eyes widen in realization, and Kacchan tackles him to the ground before he can react, yanking at his tie and fighting to pull his suit jacket off along with it.

  “I knew it! You did bring the plans with you! We– fuck , that HURT you little bitch–We talked about this Deku, it’s too much of a security risk to keep them on hand like that! Give them here!”

  “No! Ge– oof, fuck. You. Kacchan. Get off of me!”

  The doorbell rings.

  “Not a chance in hell, give them to me right now , Deku, so help me God, before I rip all your clothes off for you!”

  Deku shoves hard at his shoulder and rolls, landing on top, wrestling still with Kacchan’s hands.

  “No! This suit was expensive , you’re gonna tear it! You should know, you bought it! And no quirk use in the house!”

  Kacchan, that cheater, grins triumphantly, pressing his forearm into Deku’s sternum, demon smile inches from Deku’s glaring face.

  The doorbell rings a second time.

  “Ha! Only because your fashion sense is just as bad as the rest of you! And if you don’t want me to rip it off of you, then just be a good boy–”

  The doorknob jiggles, then turns.

  “–And strip for me, eh Deku?”

  “ Fuck you.” Deku snaps, baring his teeth in return.

  “You wish!”

  When the door opens, both of them freeze, and look towards the entryway. Pro-hero Pinky, also known as Ashido Mina, stands there, eyebrows raised, hands on her hips and fingers tapping.

  “Busy?”

  A thick silence settles over them. The heat from Deku’s blush is enough to fog up his fake glasses slightly, and with a grunt he pushes Kacchan off of him before scrambling to fix his glasses and straighten his shirt. Kacchan simply lies back, glaring at their intruder with a sneer.

  “No! We were just… just uh–”

  “Yes.” Kacchan cuts in. “Yes we are. Busy. As you can see. Now get out and wait. You’re interrupting, and we’re not ready yet.”

  Her eyebrows lift higher.

  “And how much longer, exactly, will we be waiting for you two to get ready ?”

  “However long it takes, Black-eyes. Which isn’t long at all, for your information.” He smirks.

  “Kacchan!” He can’t help but feel scandalized, but he can’t deny the implications because, damn him, that would blow their cover. “Kacchan, that’s rude! It’s fine, ah… Ashido-san, you can wait in the living room instead of outside. Because some of us aren’t heathens.” He emphasizes the last bit with a glare in Kacchan’s direction, while he sneers back at him.

  Pinky looks between the both of them for a moment before breaking out into full-bodied laughter.

  “Aw, look at you. Don’t worry about it, all of us here are used to that fart gremlin,” both of them ignore Kacchan as he gives out a sound of offended protest, “so it’s fine. I’ll just tell the driver to keep the heater on. Don’t take too long with your Kacchan , though, we wouldn’t want to be late!” She winks before closing the door with a cheeky wave.

  Kacchan groans and kicks at Deku, who dodges it with a frown.

  “Fuck. Now they’re never gonna let that go... I told you not to call me that...”

  Deku picks up the tie, which had been torn off during their scuffle, looking forlorn as he inspects the damage.

  “It just. Feels weird. Calling you anything else.”

  “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now hand those plans over, Deku. Did you think a simple distraction like that would make me forget that stunt you just pulled?”

    After they finally make their way out of the apartment building, shoving at each other the entire way down, Deku is minus a set of notebooks, wearing a different tie (“Now we don’t match anymore…” “Who cares, Deku. Red suits you better anyway.” “But it makes us even less believable than we already are!”)…and they’re both twenty-five minutes late.

  How late is fashionably late, again? Deku wonders.

When they clamber into the limo, he’s greeted by faces at once strange and familiar. Chargebolt, Red Riot, Pinky, and Cellophane are all faces that he recognizes, and he’d be lying if seeing so many of them in real life while unmasked didn’t psych him out a little. As he follows Kacchan in, Chargebolt lets out a low whistle, elbowing Red Riot and Cellophane. There’s a noticeable flush to his cheeks.

  “Drunk already?” Kacchan doesn’t seem surprised.

  “Nah, he’s just a bit tipsy. Gotta get past the press at the front door first. Can’t let you hog all the fun,” Cellophane quips, wiggling his eyebrows as Kacchan shoots a glare in Pinky’s direction.

  “Aren’t you gonna introduce us?”

  “No.”

  Deku, by now, having grown, acquired a quirk, and dedicated years of his life to training and self-improvement, is no longer the shy, awkward kid he had been in childhood and his early teens. It feels almost too natural, sitting here, brushing shoulders with Kacchan, ears tickled by his spiky hair whenever they lean close as the car makes a turn. As he looks around at familiar strangers, he is struck with the thought that this was it. The thing he had longed for as a child. Sitting in the back of a limo with its own mini-bar, surrounded by pro-heroes. While his goal had never been the wealthy lifestyle, but he had always admired Kacchan’s drive for success. And here it is. Here they are.

  “Hey, buddy!” Red Riot throws a friendly, albeit heavy arm around his shoulders, leaning in close, eyes squinted in happiness. He’s close enough for Deku to see the faint crinkles at the corner of his eyes. His entire being is bursting with vitality, an effusive warmth. This is a hero, he thinks to himself.  “So how’d you and Bakugou meet?”

  “Oh! We’ve actually known each other for quite awhile,” he says, continuing with the script they had decided on (the truth, in case someone ever tried to do a background check), “Something like childhood friends? We recently got back in touch and things…just kinda happened, haha.” Not strictly a lie, but by implication not truthful, either.

  Doubt seeps in. When he glances over at Kacchan, his face looks impassive, if not mildly annoyed. Your everyday Kacchan.

  Does he resent it? The plan? The goal? The endgame result that would tear all of this down, pull the career he’s worked to build down into the dirt?

  “Hey, Midoriya, was it? I just wanted to say,” Red Riot’s conspiratory whisper isn’t very conspiratory.  Kacchan’s eyes slide over to the right, clearly listening in, “Thanks for putting up with this guy. He won’t let us do anything about it if he can help it, but we worry sometimes, y’know? It’s nice to see him with someone else, so…take care of him, all right?”

  Deku feels Kacchan’s shoulders tense as he looks away, feigning indifference.

  If this plan goes through, if the entire thing goes through, this plan and the next, and the next, and the series of things they have planned and will have to plan in the future, Red Riot may be out of a job. Kacchan might be out of a job. A lot of people might be out of a job. The reigning market tied to heroes, civil service, the government, news, entertainment, marketing–everything will be overthrown into chaos. A necessary evil, he reminds himself, but the thought is grim.

  When he became Kousagi he had lost something, too. He grew up with a love for heroes, too. In a lot of ways that’s what fuels him forward, drives him to fix the problem, to restore heroism to what he had believed it to be. It will hurt, tearing it all down, exposing the ugliness that hid behind the shining smiles of the brave. It will leave a scar. How could something like that not hurt?

  But was it worth it?

  “Midoriya?”

  “Huh? Wha–yeah, yeah of course. Yes. I’ll make sure to watch out for him.” And after a moment of consideration, “You’re a good friend…Kirishima-san, was it?”

  “No need to be so formal!” He laughs, giving him a good shake. “Dude, you’re solid. We should work out together sometime. I wanna know how you got these ,” he pumps his fist lightly against Deku’s bicep for emphasis.

  “Yeah, yeah!” Pinky cheers, giving him a wink. “I bet ‘splodey-boy over here likes them at least as much as I do.”

  “All right, that’s enough, all of you shut up and leave him alone.”

  “Aw, look, see he cares!”

  “Nah, he’s just embarrassed. Or jealous.”

  “Yeah, you gotta watch out for that one, Midoriya. I hear possessive boyfriends can be a pain in the ass…but I guess that isn’t much different from his usual self, eh?”

  "Fuck you," he says, swivelling towards Pinky, "and the rest of you idiots too."

  Deku laughs. It’s easy. He doesn’t even need to fake it.

  When they arrive, it’s all taken straight from the silver screen. Flashing lights, red carpet. Glinting teeth, sparkles, photoshopped perfection but in real life. When it’s their turn to step out, Deku hesitates, fingers gripping the posh leather upholstery of the dimmed car interior, eyes wandering out over the muted crowd waiting outside, faded by the tint of the windows.

  “Are you sure about this?” Kacchan asked. “You’ll be right in the center of attention. And you’re not the number one most wanted vigilante for nothing, Deku.”

  Kousagi made his reputation by striking fast and hard, right where it hurt. He didn’t operate in the limelight, he operated in the shadows of heroes, casted by the limelight.

  “No better place to hide than in plain sight, right Kacchan?”

  But this had to happen at some point. He could go on saving people, taking out the villains that were connected in the spindly, invisible web of influence, making a burden of himself upon the shadow masters of society; but to get to the heart of it all he had to brave the light of a sun powered by lies.

  That’s what they’d agreed upon. That’s what he’d said. But was he ready? Right now? To stick his head into the lion’s mouth, wrap himself up in the snake’s tongue?

  Kacchan turns back to look at him, and holds out his hand. Deku’s own feels weak as he lifts it.

  Color, light, sounds. Life rushes back into him, through him, over him, flooding him; saturating his veins with sensation. He can smell the leather, hear the clamor of voices, the clicking of camera shutters.  The warmth of Kacchan’s rough hands. Life, all of it--funneled through that single point of contact. He finds Kacchan’s gaze again, electrified, and not in the least, terrified.

  And yet.

  He exhales, steeling himself. Holds tight.

  He’s ready. He has to be.

  Mission start.

  And he steps out into the line of fire.

    Two minutes later, and Deku is not ready.

“Oh my God! You’re soooooo cute!” Uraraka Ochako, aka Uravity, is a beast. He’s held off a three pronged attack from both villains and multiple hero agencies simultaneously for less than that before, and gotten away unscathed. And yet, he’s been trying to escape Uravity’s clutches for the past five minutes with no success.  

  “Tell Katsuki to watch out, ‘cause I’m gonna steal you from right under his nose! How in the hell did he get so lucky?” She gasps dramatically. “Was he mean to you? Don’t worry, I’ll save youuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

  He grips onto her back in panic as she throws her arms around him, trying his best to ignore the way her wandering hands squeeze at him appreciatively.

  “Oh? What do we have here?”

  Oh no, he thinks to himself as yet another well-known hero from Kacchan's class saunters up to him, twirling the earphone jacks that are her namesake around one finger. Are they all like this?

  “Is this the unlucky dude we’ve all been hearing about?”

  Just how many people did Kacchan pitch our story to??

  He’d expected to be accosted by reporters. He’d been ready to evade questions, smile apologetically at a camera, to deny invasions to his and Kacchan’s privacy with modesty. He’d made flashcards.

  Earphone Jack pats Uravity on the back and throws an arm around his shoulders, leaning close, her plugs lifting to tickle his ear, her voice dipped in the kind of easy camaraderie that reminded him of what made the most slippery of villains dangerous. He gulps.

  And here it comes…

  “So are you an asshole, too? Is that how it works? I bet you top. Do you top?”

  ...Wait, what?

  “Izuku.” Deku is startled by Uravity’s suddenly serious tone. “Do you hate me?”

  “…No…?”

  “So you don’t want me to lose fifty bucks?”

  “…I uh… Don’t quite understand the context of this…conversation…?”

  “That lucky bastard, ” Earphone Jack huffs, “So you’re not an asshole and you top? What a princess.”

  “I haven’t even said anything yet!” What the hell is going on?

  “Oh, you poor thing. It’s written all over your face.”

  “And your booty,” Uravity pitches in, giggling. Deku flushes as her hands wander a bit further.

  What does that even mean???

  “Pay up, Uraraka. I told you.”

  “That’s like, sooo unfair! Izukuuuuu I thought you said you liked me!”

  Well technically, I just said I didn’t hate you…

  But truth is, he did like her. Uravity did a lot of rescue work, and her agency was set close to a low-income neighborhood. She was friendly, genuine, and a hard worker. She came from a humble background and worked hard to make her way towards the top, proving her worth the entire way. Reminds me of someone else I know… He’d been pretty excited to meet her, really. He liked to think that if he’d gone to UA like Kacchan did, like he’d wanted to, they could’ve been friends.

  “Ugh, does it matter anyway? Everyone knows Katsuki’s actually prude.”

  Deku chokes.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “You poor thing,” Earphone Jack says, smacking him hard on the back, “Do you feel obligated to defend his honor? Don’t worry, we all went to school with the bastard. That kind of already ruined the illusion. Now spill. I want to know everything. ”

  “We’re uh, we’re pretty normal? Haha, no stories to tell. Nothing. Just. Just signi–uh. Boyfriends. Haha. Normal. Normal boyfriends. Yup.”

  Both women turn to look at him at the same time. The effect is startlingly close to facing down a pack of hungry lions while armed with a broken toothpick.

  Kacchan’s gonna kill me.

  How the hell was he supposed to know that the details of their fake boyfriends cover story had to be planned down to their imaginary sex habits?

  “Deku!”

  “Gotta go, the boyfriend’s calling me! Have a nice night!”

  “Deku, what’s going o–”

  His heart’s a large-footed rabbit, thumping a frantic beat as it jumps in his chest.

  What is going on? What the hell is he doing?

  His hands are sweatier than Kacchan’s. Their faces are close, their chests brushing with each awkward sway.

  “Getting away from your friends.”

  Without thinking, he’d grabbed his hand and tugged them both onto the dance floor. He should be searching for their target, letting the camera and mike in his glasses capture their surroundings and the faces of the people around them, but he can’t look away from Kacchan’s chest, his jawline, the small hairs at his nape.

  Damn him. Deku might have wound up beefier, but Kacchan had always been taller. He’s hyper-aware of the sweat on his scalp, of how his nose is a breath away from bumping Kacchan’s chin, of how Kacchan’s lips are just below eye-level. Of a haphazardly placed hand, resting barely-there on Kacchan’s narrow waist. Afraid to touch, to feel–a drop of water on a stovetop pan, dust on a pressure-sensitive bomb.

  Damn him, he thinks again.

  “They’re not my friends,” Kacchan retorts, a quick-fire rebuttal, and laughter squeezes its way up past his constricting ribs, his rebelling diaphragm, the unforgiving clamp of nervousness in his throat. Why was he laughing? That’s not that funny. It isn’t.

  A quick two, three steps, and they’re beneath the glittering chandelier, turning slowly under layers of dappled, crystalline light.

  “Sure they aren’t.”

  “You know, one of these days I’m gonna get tired of your sass and drop your ass. What’re you gonna do then?”

  “Oh, I don’t know…maybe ask for help from one of my other friends –oops, sorry, is that a sore point? Since you apparently don’t have any?”

  “Dropping your ass. Right now. I’m gonna do it, I’m really gonna do it, any second now…”

  “I’d like to see you try .”

  All it takes is a light shove, and a misplaced foot. Kacchan topples, the hand on his shoulder tightening reflexively, and Deku swoops him down into an elegant dip. Footwork had been one of the foundations of his training (and Deku isn’t one to forget his training). He grunts a little, ( Shit, he’s heavy) and Kacchan elbows him hard, right in the gut–but Deku expected that, and flexes to compensate. He allows himself a small smirk.

  “Bitch.”

  “Who’s dropping whose ass?”

  “ You’re an ass.”

  “Why thank you, that’s truly an accomplishment, coming from you.”

  When did they get so close?

  He’s falling, falling, falling. Spiralling. When he places Kacchan back on his feet, their faces jerk closer, and he can’t help but tilt his face upwards a bit, chin lifting. His clothes are too tight, especially around the chest, did Kacchan buy the right fit? Everything is constricting, itchy, prickles racing up and down his arms, like when he’s readying for a fight; all of it a swirl of color around them even though he knows that they’ve barely moved, simply swaying from side to side. Is that sound his heart, or Kacchan’s? They’re so close.

  Kacchan gulps, and Deku’s eyes flicker down to watch before flickering up again to observe. Kacchan tenses, just a little, and looks away. Something in him seizes, adrenaline rushing cold fire through his veins, no, no, don’t look away, stay here. He seizes the moment, tugs it back.

  “How about we give them all a real show?”

  “What?”

  Deku glances to the side, where a small crowd has gathered, whispering and pointing. Pinky looks extra excited, gesticulating wildly, not even trying to be subtle in her attention towards the pair.

  “Something to corroborate our story with.”

  He’s already leaning in, in anticipation. If Kacchan just lowered his head, just a bit…

  Kacchan glances down at him, brow smooth, eyes serious, an unusual calm and severity falling over him. Rocks in an ocean, the two of them, steadfast and rough amidst salty froth breaks; standing still in the middle of a ballroom dance floor. He shifts his hands to hold both of Deku’s shoulders. Anchors. They’re no longer moving.

  “Okay.”

  Okay.

  His cheek is soft under his fingers. It surprises him, just a little, that anything about Bakugou Katsuki could be so soft. When they lean in close–is he imagining it? The way Kacchan’s eyelashes flutter just a bit, the way he meets his eyes and then looks away quickly, as though his attention were grabbed by something else. He wouldn’t have thought Bakugou Katsuki could be shy, either.

  Deku parts his lips in anticipation. What will he taste like? Feel like? How did he always manage to stay one step ahead, stealing his breath before their lips can even touch?

  Closer now.

  Closer.

  Closer…

  He squeezes his eyes shut.

  “I’m gonna spin you now.”

  And snaps them open.

  “What?”

  Kacchan’s arms wrap around him in a faux embrace, lips by his ear. Swivel, stop. Pointing him in the right direction.

  “The back corner, by the water dispenser. There he is. Our target. You see him?”

  “Yeah,” Deku whispers, hushed, eyes bright and trained on the man in question, “Yeah, I see him.”

  “Good. That’s where we’re headed.”

  They pull back and look into each other’s eyes. Focused. Then they clasp hands and dance, slowly inching their way across the floor, weaving between people in time with the music, in one direction.

  He allows himself a moment to mourn a missed opportunity, then focuses on the task at hand.

  They have a job to do.

    The CEO of MightyTV is portly, with sharp stubble like thick, purple rose thorns along the sides of his face and on his chin. His quirk is electronic multitasking–not flashy, but extremely useful. Deku is slightly jealous–with a quirk like that, who knows what he could have done.

“You would’ve still aimed for heroics, like an idiot, anyway.”

  Shit. He really needs to cut down on the muttering habit–Kacchan’s right, it can pose a serious security risk at times.

  “Yeah, you do. What the hell did you even do without me around to get you to shut up?”

  I worked alone, mainly. Talking out loud helped a bit, though. Sometimes.

  “Wait, I said that last part out loud too?”

  “No, you didn’t, but you’re an idiot so it was easy to tell what you’re thinking.”

  “You mean I’m logical. You just followed the logical train of thought to guess what I was thinking.”

  “Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up, that’s still barely a baseline expectation for someone I’m partnering up with.”

  “But I pass the rest of your expectations?”

  “Don’t remind me of how far my standards have dropped.”

  Deku rolls his eyes at that, to cover up the smile.

  He lets go of Kacchan’s hand, leaving one arm around his waist as they walk towards the water dispenser, the casual motion belying the tension he feels inside.

  You don’t need to write a script on what to say to them. Let them come to you. That’s how the paps work, Kacchan had said.

  And sure enough, like clockwork, the young woman by the CEO’s side turns towards them as they part, eyes widening with recognition and then curiosity as she notices the placement of Deku’s arm.

  “Ground Zero!” The CEO says, walking over. Kacchan grunts. There’s an awkward, tense pause.

  Right. Ground Zero is notorious for his dislike of the press. That leaves it up to him then.

  Lovely.

  “Ah, hello,” Deku says with a small smile. “How are you?”

  “Good, good,” the man says, smiling and running his fingers lightly over his thorned chin, “You’re a new face.”

  Kacchan growls a little, “He’s with me. And we don’t like questions.”

  ...Why. Why is it that for Kacchan, remaining in character means being actively counter-productive?

  “It’s okay, Kacchan,” ha, in your face, “ A few questions wouldn’t hurt, right?” He puts a soothing hand on his chest ( Kacchan bristles under his touch ) , a cheeky winner’s smile on his face.

  Fuck you, Kacchan’s eyes read.

  Now, now, pay attention, he sends back. Oh, well. He can deal with the backlash and complaints later.

  “Not worth it. Babe.”

  Deku chokes.

  Babe? Really? Babe??

  “You okay there, babe ?” Kacchan repeats, with emphasis and with almost no effort to conceal his delight at Deku’s reaction.

  ...He did not. Just.

  Deep breaths. Don’t blow your cover. If you do he’ll never let you forget about it, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?

  “Yes, I’m fine,” he swats at the (condescending) hand patting his back, “Stop that!”

  “You sure, b–”

  “You’re so sweet, Kacchan , but really, everything is perfectly fine. Just got something stuck in the back of my throat, is all.”

  Kacchan reaches for a water cup. Deku stops him, and leans up to kiss Kacchan’s cheek. “Grab me a drink instead? From the bar?”

  “Hurry,” he breathes, lips brushing Kacchan’s jaw.

  They’re standing right by them now. Kacchan squeezes his elbow.

  “Drink some water while you wait. I’ll be back soon. Don’t choke and die.”

  Don’t choke, or I’ll kill you, is what he really means.

  And then they let go, and Kacchan disappears into the crowd without another glance back.

  You’re not a kid anymore, Deku reminds himself.

  He’s gone undercover before. He knows what kind of smile to use to lower people’s guards, he knows he can do this. But watching Kacchan walk away from him, showing him his back, reminds him of middle school. Nervousness claws up his throat, social awkwardness weighing down on his tongue like sticky candy that’s too strong, staining the back of this throat. He’s thirteen again. Unpopular, uncool, and no one will listen to a word he says.

  Now that Kacchan is gone, the pair only seems mildly interested in him. The small talk is polite and dry, meant for a courteous good-bye-see-you-later-it-was-nice-to-meet-you.

  (It’s been awhile since Deku had been in an environment like this, where everyone assumed they were better than him.)

  “So, what’s your quirk, if I may ask?”

  Dully, he realizes he’s actually somewhat surprised. Not by the question, but the slight sting it still manages to deliver. He forces himself to relax, following the lines of their script.

  “Ah, it’s nothing special. Attraction of objects, got it from my mother’s side of the family.”

  “Ah, of the telekinetic kind?”

  “Not quite. Mine works a bit differently. The attractive force is more…additive, than telekinetic. And it’s pretty weak, so it only works briefly on contact. The end result is basically unusually strong grip strength and the ability to hit things a little harder too, sometimes enough to counteract the inertia of an object, if I time it right.”

  Complicated, dry, technical. Enough of an explanation to explain any mild displays of super strength, if he ever needs to use it in public as his civilian identity, but not interesting enough for people to take note of it. Especially not here, surrounded by the flashiest quirks of the industry. As long as he doesn’t go overboard with it, as long as he doesn’t push so far that Kousagi’s trademark lightning is shown in public alongside his civilian identity, he should be safe.

  “Interesting,” it’s obvious he doesn’t actually think so, “How’d you meet Ground Zero?”

  “We grew up together. Nothing special, really, just ran into each other again while visiting home and started talking again.”

  “I see.”

  The standard questions having been used up, the conversation trickles to a stop.

  Get it together, Deku. Bring it back. Stay on track. Kacchan’s voice comes unbidden into his head.

  But how does he capture their attention long enough to keep them here without engaging them so much they take special note of him?

  The assistant’s fingers twitch towards her cellphone, or some other electronic distraction. She’s bored. Keep them occupied.

  “Well, it was nice to mee–”

  “I heard that you were going to do a new program, about quirk categorization and practical career applications! On your Tuesday 2pm talk show?”

  “Yes, that is correct.”

  “I was wondering what your targeted audience is? It’s a topic that I think many people would be interested in. I can’t help but think the currently weekly schedule doesn’t give it an opportunity to reach its best audience.”

  “Well, we wanted to test it out on a smaller scale, first, to see how it fares.”

  You mean you’re afraid of the possible political backlash from the way the program seems to suggest that people should only pursue careers that suit their quirks, rather than their interests and personalities. An entire industry of specialized quirk accommodation gear would lose about 75% of their individualized commissions.

  “And what do you think?” He turns towards the assistant, and she stiffens a bit, milky eyes studying his features. It’s a justifiable question, and one that hits a bit close to home. Something subtle that will hopefully snag her attention. The assistant in question has a quirk that interferes with electronics. She takes medication every three hours to balance out her body chemistry, just so she can touch a phone screen. Incidentally, she also lied about this on her job application.

  “I think the program has an interesting line-up of guest speakers. Many people will like it.”

  A neutral response, but a bit defensive in tone. Careful, careful.

  “My quirk is pretty versatile in theory,” he continues, “But I don’t use it much for my current job.”

  Not my current day-job, at least.

  “Quirk-defined career paths also calls for a change in education, right? Segregation by quirk category?”

  “I wouldn’t call it segregation,” the CEO quickly interjects, “It’s a practical approach that provides an accelerated route that would propel much  of Japan’s youth towards success.”

  “Ah, yes. Of course.” Of course. “Some quirks would simply go to waste, if not utilized correctly. Society would benefit more if people followed careers that fit their strengths. And some people just don’t know how to choose correctly.”

  The words are sour on his tongue.

  I’m sorry, Izuku, his mother’s voice echoes in his head, still. I’m sorry.

  The assistant keeps quiet, glancing down at her phone. Taps it, as though checking for a message. Is she bored? Or feigning disinterest in order to hide the relevance the topic at hand holds towards her own life?

  “Like Ground Zero, for example,” the CEO continues, unaware. “What if he had decided he didn’t want to become a hero? Lives would have been lost, potential wasted. The future of the Japanese people lies in efficiency. Efficiency is best brought by the logical use of talent.”

  And talent is inborn, just like quirks. If facts were simply ideas agreed upon by the majority, then this is a fact that Deku had been battling since he was four. He fights to keep his jaw from clenching.

  Right around now, Kacchan should be ordering. Just a bit longer.

  “Of course. Though… I may be a bit biased, but I think Kacchan would’ve been a great hero, no matter what quirk he got.”

  It’s hard to keep the steel from his voice, to keep playing the part of nice, doting boyfriend. He’s treading on dangerous territory with that statement. But the assistant straightens a bit, looking up, milky unblinking eyes fixating upon him.

  “You two must be very close.” She says, lightly. “Maybe you can convince him to stop by for a real interview? We’re dying to know more about him.”

  She crosses her arms, phone angled to the side.

  “You’d have to ask him about it. Or his manager, though frankly they have a lot on their plate already.” They all share a chuckle, and he flashes her a charming smile. Tie her down.

  She straightens, pulling at her blazer, bringing her phone in front of her again as though she were about to get ready to jot something down.

  “But you could put in a good word for us, right? Or perhaps…come in for an interview yourself? You seem to have some interesting thoughts.”

  Another laugh. He hates the way his mind races with millions of different ways his words could be interpreted, thousands of different hypotheses on the thoughts the other two could be having. In this way, it really is a lot like middle school.

  “That would be a very short interview. Kacchan’s where the story’s at, really, and don’t deny it.”

  If Kacchan were here he could keep their attention without saying anything at all . But maybe he only believes that because Kacchan had always been able to demand attention without any effort from the start. From the very, very beginning.

  “But you’ll consider it? What about a joint interview, talking about your relationship? We’ll even let you do most of the talking. Pre-recorded, not live.”

  God, how did he do it? What was it? Was it the eyes? The stand-offish manner? The obvious confidence lining his frame, steeled in his shoulders? There had always been an inexplicable draw to Bakugou Katsuki. It’s woven in him, his bones steeped in it, saturated with it, brimming with barely contained light and ambition. It’s impossible to look away.

  “I don’t know…Kacchan’s really stubborn. Really stubborn. But that’s what I,” stop, stop, stop. No. Not here, not now. Clears his throat.

  (Or perhaps that fact had simply always been overwhelmingly evident, for him. Perhaps there is another reason why Deku had wound up as Kousagi, fleeing the light. It’s too bad that Kacchan, Kacchan and the sight of his back, had always been his center of gravity, an inimitable pull that is so natural it doesn’t even occur to him that it could be any other way, nevertheless that it might be possible he resist.)

  “But that’s what I think makes him so charming,” he finishes. Their eyes stare at him, piercing him from behind a protective armor of benign curiosity.

  What are they thinking? What do they know?

  The assistant pulls out a notebook, “Perhaps we can pencil in a date for that interview?” The notebook must be a conversion memory pad, old-fashioned tech that converts handwriting to typed notes and automatically saves a back-up file in the cloud real time. Deku wonders if the CEO’s quirk extends even to nearly-obsolete electronics like these.

  “Now you’re just putting me on the spot.”

  “All in the job description, my friend.” She places the notebook back in her pocket, pulling out her phone, which has the same strange sheen on it. Like a layer of thin silk. The CEO glances over, and the screen brightens as she taps on it, settling into her hip as she leans towards him, as though responding to his gaze.

  “Well, it was nice meeting you,” the CEO says, with a short nod of acknowledgement. Abrupt. Annoyed.

  “Wait!” He steps forward, closer, insistent, “Kacchan is getting us drinks. When he gets here, maybe we could talk about that interview? I think I can sway him. Cement the date. Write it in ink.”

  “You’ll have to pass along our apologies for his trouble, but that is really not necessary.”  Deku glances to the side, and spots familiar blonde hair making its way towards them.

  Just a bit longer.

  The assistant taps on her phone again, screen blinking.

  “How about Friday afternoon?” Deku presses. Just a bit longer.

  “I’ll look into it. You can contact my secretary, the info is on our website.”

  Why the change? When they were so insistent on snagging that interview just a second ago?

The CEO walks closer to his assistant, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as though to lead her away. She glances down. The shiny film atop the phone screen ripples, as though responding to something. The CEO’s expression is blank, still, as though he were staring at something straight ahead but only a few inches from his nose.

  Electronic multitasking. He can split his attention and absorb information from up to five different electronic sources and apply that information to separate mental tasks simultaneously.

  The assistant shifts again, tugging at her sleeves. The phone screen, angled away from him, winks, screen flashing at him.

  He pulls off the glasses, pretending to clean them on the corner of his shirt.

  “Deku!” How much time do they have? He doesn’t know. Not enough. “Deku, c’mon,” he’s close enough to grab now, “Help me with these dri–”

  And so he does. Snags his sleeve, tugs him towards him in what would look like an affectionate greeting, drinks wobbling, colorful liquid catching on the rim, ice cubes clinking--

  (Footwork had been one of the foundations of his training. And Deku isn’t one to forget his training.)

  --Slip one toe forward, wedge under shoe. Yank back. Tilt off balance, pinwheeling arms barely missing the assistant’s face; she steps back, startled, but steadies the phone, keeps it as still as possible, the crutch, the objective --

  The drinks shattering on the ground, seeping into the front of his shirt. Kacchan’s hand fisted in his collar, eyes narrowed ( Kacchan has always been quick on the uptake), in them his own apprehension reflected back at him--

  Pause.

  Click. Click.

  Click.

  He’s balanced, just barely, on his heels. Kacchan’s hand in his shirt is the only thing preventing him from stumbling backwards. His outstretched hand still holds the glasses, positioned just so, so that the camera lens can catch a glimpse of the phone screen.

  “Careful, dumbass.” And he’s tugged back onto his feet.

  Play.

  He whirls around, messily shoving his glasses back on his face, hands in front of him, palms up, frantic waving motions accentuating the edge of panic he puts in his voice.

  “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Nothing spilled on your clothes, at least that I can see, I’m such a klutz, honestly, something like this always seems to happen whenever I take my glasses off, and now the drinks are gone too, I’m so sorry--”

  “Deku, shut up. It’s fine.” Kacchan doesn’t even look at the other two. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

  Fill me in.

  Deku nods, itching to speak to him in private, and to get a closer look at the pictures he had just taken of the assistant’s phone.

  If he’s right about this...well, then there will have to be a change in plans.

    Kousagi leans back against the wall, taking deep, calming breaths.

  bunbun 21:18

u ready?

  boomboom 21:20

r u

  bunbun 21:20

yea

  bunbun 21:20 lmk if u need me to buy more time

boomboom 21:24

cant believe im letting u have all the fun

  bunbun 21:24

just get it done kacchan

  boomboom 21:24

ever think it might be better for the HERO to detain the villain?

  bunbun 21:24

no longer replying to u

      A hand shoots out, clamping down hard over the victim’s eyes, another snaking around to cover their mouth.

  “Shhh.”

  They open their mouth to scream, and that’s when he slips the pill inside.

      He skirts around the building, lying low. All right, so maybe exchanging the notebooks for squeezing Kousagi’s costume underneath the suit was a good choice.

  “Here’s how it’s gonna go. You make all the plans. I plan for when all your plans go to shit.”

  Sometimes, he’s amazed when Kacchan is right. Other times he’s just annoyed. Begrudgingly, he has to admit, this time he’s pretty grateful.

      I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thinks for the umpteenth time.

  His victim whimpers, sound muffled by the duct tape, blindfolded and shaking in their chair.

  “Okay. Here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna take the tape off, and you’re gonna tell me everything you know about tonight’s attack and who else helped you plan it.”

  He reaches forward and rips off the tape.

  “Please,” they sob, “Please don’t kill me.”

  He rolls his eyes.

  Seriously. Can’t believe I’m doing this.

      The clock hits twenty-five and the villain emerges from the shadows, skirting around the edge of the building. A morphological quirk with two parts--for the visible part,unusually large shoulders and unusually long arms and unusually big hands. Unusually heavy and dense muscle mass, for the watch-out-that-might-actually-really-fuckin’-hurt part.

  Deku figures this job must be this one’s last run. Said “villain” (commissioned performer? Career hero-fighter?) has already made two comebacks after brief stints in jail, both sentences unusually light. The first time, the papers described him as having a morphological quirk that granted him “clubbed hands”. The second time, he used cheap metal coverings, making it possible to describe it as “specialized metal manipulation”. Third, “select body enlargement”. He wonders how they would describe it this time, or if they would settle for referring back to one of the first three stories they’d cooked up. Just another villain that was let back into society only to proceed with wreaking havoc yet again.

  The guy looks around furtively before darting across the corner of the open lot.

  Almost there.

      He curses, fiddling with the headphones.

  All right. So maybe Deku was right about needing better recording equipment. Audio cleaning sucks. He doesn’t have time right now, though, anyway, so what they have will just have to do.

    Below, the crowd slowly starts to congregate towards the small stage set at one end of the room. The speaker clears his throat and taps the mike.

  “Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we celebrate a year of hardships, and a year of accomplishments. We look back on what has happened, review our successes, and learn from our mistakes.”

    Staged. Faked. Shadow plays, strangling puppets with shadow strings. Come one, come all, to see the shitshow. Ticket prices start at voluntary incarceration, the corruption of justice, collective ignorance and one, big web of lies.

  Kousagi gets ready for his cue, pulling his mask down over his face. One last glance at his lock screen, a silent text notification illuminating it briefly before it fades.

    “C’mon, c’mon,” he grits his teeth so hard he’s sure they’re sparking. “God damn it!”

  Slams a fist down onto the table. Looks around the room. In the corner, there is what looks like a metal cabinet. He swings the door open to find rows of switches.

  Main. Overhead. Spotlight, the labels read.

  All right, he grouses, all right, fine. I can work with this.

    boomboom 21:26

u better make this worth my time, deku

    “I come to you today, amidst all of the festivities, with a gift. A pledge. Something to end an era, and to spark a new one in its ashes. What I’m proposing, esteemed guests, is a world where villainy can be measured. Quantified. Eliminated. What I’m proposing, is peace. Just imagine it, folks! Pre-emptive action. The ability to right wrongs before they can be done.”

  The crowd stirs, the murmuring like a fast-moving infection sweeping over them.

    The man’s eyes are wide, the whites glistening with muted flashes of flickering, electric green. The forearm digging into his throat presses in harder. The wall shudders with the force of his flailing arms, struggling to buck off his captor.

  “Be quiet,” he hisses, “and maybe I’ll let you go.”

  Yeah, for like two seconds. Still. It’s the thought that counts, right?

    “This isn’t just improvement. This isn’t just ideal. This is natural. There are things in this world that we’ve allowed to be just because they are. We’ve allowed it to grow alongside us, thrive alongside us, even as it threatens our livelihood. I’m not talking about education reform. I’m not talking about rehabilitation programs, or strategic population relocation. No, the problem goes further than that. I’m talking about rewriting humanity’s future. With this new project, the brightest of today’s scientific minds have brought us a solution that would allow us to have a hand in humanity’s evolution. Ladies and gentlemen–”

  He’s cut off, and the room goes dark.

  There’s a slight crackle, a static-y hiss, and a voice floods in over the intercom.

  He backs off a little, stretching the bit of carbon-reinforced rope between his hands. The other sucks in a deep breath, and prepares to dash to the right.

  “You sure about that, buddy? You wanna try me?”

  But he doesn’t listen, throwing a hasty punch and dashing towards escape.

  Kousagi sighs.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  “–planned the attack, villain fights are actually the best source of publicity–”

  “But what about the risk? The casualties?”

  “Inconsequential. Or rather, beneficial. Martyrs sell headlines.”

  “The projection booth! They have to be there! Stop the recording!”

    The rope snags his ankle and he pulls back, hard enough to knock him off-balance. The clumsiness of his large arms make it so that regaining his balance takes just a second too long. Kousagi leaps forward, looping the rope around his wrists and tucking it back through the loose circle, jerking to bring them together before he can react.

  “Okay, we’re up next,” he says, addressing the squirming bundle lying at his feet as he continues to bind him. “I hope you’re ready.”

  “Why? Why all the fuss?”

  The crowd begins to wake, people pushing at each other and trying to feel their way through the dark with only the light of their phones to guide them.

  “What’s this about?” Someone calls out. “Is this real?”

  “They need something to pressure the board of ethics into letting the project through.”

  “It’s not real! It’s just another villain attack! Don’t listen to it.”

  “You do realize that what you’re proposing is essentially genocide, right?”

  “What the fu--”

  “IT’S FAKE!”

  “It’s not genocide if it’s just speeding along what would’ve happened anyway.”

  “--Everybody, please remain calm. The heroes are already trying to address this matter--”

  “What do you mean?”

  “--We are trained professionals, please do not worry--”

  “We’re eliminating the unnecessary, the unfit. Evolution, but streamlined.”

  A loud crash, drywall and brick flying into the room as Kousagi bursts in, blowing a hole straight through the wall. He’s carrying the villain like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. He’s a streak of fluorescent green, landing in the middle of the stage. The spotlight turns on, right above him, and he’s at the center of attention.

  Nice, he thinks, before tossing the villain to the ground and looking out over the crowd.

  “Merry Christmas, heroes.”

    There are small points of light visible in the darkness of the room, faint green and red dots. That’s what happens, when the press is present, no matter the chaos, no matter the event.

  Perfect. The cameras are out and rolling.

  “I only have so much time before one of you decides to attack me. But first, let me just say this--to all of you that act out of personal interest and turn a blind eye on the good of the public--I’m onto you. To all of you that arrogantly believe that the entirety of a person’s worth is a consequence of birth--I’m onto you. When you decide to take the easy route, when you decide to underestimate the very people you fear, don’t forget. Never, ever forget--there is always someone watching.”

  This is it. This is the declaration of war.

  “Remember: for I am here. ”

That’s your cue, Kacchan.

    “KOUSAGI!”

  He vaults himself overhead, explosions blinding, like mini fireworks in the darkened room.

  “I’ve got a score to settle with you, fucker!”

  Keep it simple, Kacchan had said, over-detailed plans lead to more mistakes.

  So he’d kept their plan simple.

  Intercept the villain. Capture the villain. Cause a scene.

  But it’s never really that simple. He can see it in his eyes, in the unbridled joy and excitement, in the way he can feel his own rising in his chest.

  Ground Zero intercepts Kousagi but Kousagi gets away.

  Deceptively simple, if they were anyone other than Midoriya “Deku” Izuku and Bakugou “Kacchan” Katsuki.

  Kacchan never loses, except when he’s handed the win. And if there’s only one thing that can said to be true, it’s that Bakugou Katsuki fights for victory.

  That means this fight is for real, and the only way for this plan to succeed is to beat him fair and square.

  ...Without getting captured, or putting his identity at risk.

  “You better make this worth my time, Deku.”

  ...While they’re in a room filled with other top-ranked heroes.

  What the hell, Kousagi thinks to himself . Then he’s dashing forward, aiming below Ground Zero’s guard.

  “Miss me?” A small wave of hot air blows past his face, the aftermath of a concentrated explosion.

  “Yeah, definitely a miss. Maybe you should--”

  Duck. Swipe with left foot.

  “--’ve waited for your eyes to adjust?”

  “Why is it that you always seem to,” Ground Zero drops into a half-crouch, digging his toes in, immovable against the shoulder ram and defending against the uppercut aimed at his ribs, “want to talk so damn much?” He grunts a little, annoyed when Kousagi ducks out of what would’ve been a headlock.

  Right jab, followed by right kick. Blocked and grabbed, dodged.

  He rears back. Smashes his forehead into his nose, once. Ground Zero howls, blinking rapidly against the pain, blood gushing and dripping over the bottom half of his face, but doesn’t let go.

  Twice.

  Thrice.

  He kicks at his shin, pummeling his gut with the other fist, then rips himself free.

  “What a shame,” his voice drops into a secret, just between the two of them. “You have such a pretty face.”

  Even while disoriented, Ground Zero has the reflexes to dodge the kick aimed at his face. The miss throws Kousagi off balance, but the momentum from the movement is repurposed, added into his wind-up. Then he’s twisting, digging his feet into the ground, and shooting off to escape.

  “I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” Ground Zero screams in response, voice gone slightly nasally, before taking off after him.

  Kousagi has the gall to laugh.

    “GET BACK HERE, DEKU!”

“Shhh, not so loud!”

  They’re far enough away now, lucky in that both of them having versatile quirks suited for mobility. But still, they don’t have much time. He nearly rips a hole through his shirt, trying to stick his arm through the sleeve. Kacchan tugs on his belt loops to pull his pants up as he hops up and down while trying to work the shirt buttons through their respective holes.

  “Shoes, shoes, where are my shoes?”

  “I don’t know, where’d you put them?”

  “By the bins--and hide my equipment belt while you’re at it!”

  Pants on. Shirt buttoned. Vest on. Jacket on. Cufflinks on. That just leaves--

  “Deku, what the fuck is that?”

  “Just--help me!”

  “You are a grown man, how the fuck do you manage to fuck up your tie this badly?”

  He tugs roughly at the cloth, only succeeding in tightening the tangled knot.

  “Shit, shit, shit, Kacchan the glasses! I think I dropped them, I forgot!”

  “Where?”

  “I don’t know?”

  “You fucking idiot! ”

  There are voices calling out now, just around the corner. Kacchan grabs him and tugs him roughly down the hall, trying to stall, trying to run.

  “Kacchan, there’s no time. You need to go, now, so they don’t suspect you too.”

  They had been so close . So close to pulling this off.

  “Shut up, Deku.”

  At the very least, he can’t drag Kacchan down with him.

  “I said, shut up.”

  And then the taste of iron is in his mouth. Deku freezes, teeth aching from the force of the mouth pressed against his.

  Oh yeah, he thinks, hazily, as he registers the taste as blood, I broke his nose.

  “Bakugou? Bakug--oh.”

  Kirishima is the first to find them, probably one of a small group of heroes sent after them while the rest stayed behind to keep the civilians who had attended the party safe. He skids to a stop at the end of the hallway, gaping at the two of them as they remain liplocked, just far enough to miss their exchange.

  Kacchan pulls away, chest heaving against his, arm resting on the wall by his head to successfully shield him, his horrendous tie, and his lack of glasses from view. Deku stares back up at him, wide-eyed. And then Kacchan blushes.

  “It was the only thing I could think of.”

  “...So Ground Zero’s official reason for not staying in pursuit of Kousagi is that he wanted to make out with his boyfriend?”

  “...Shut up.”

  Deku lets out an incredulous laugh, as Kacchan stares. Kirishima approaches them cautiously, looking slightly uncomfortable.

  “Dude, what happened? Where’s Kousagi?”

  Kacchan growls, baring his teeth.

  “He--”

  Deku fists the front of his shirt pushes, flipping their positions before mashing his lips against Kacchan’s, this time in the lead.

  We’re busy, is the clear message being sent here.

  “...Okay, well the others have spread out searching...I guess you can turn in your report...later? Dude,” he repeats, sounding suspicious, cautious. “Dude this isn’t like you.”

  Kacchan has to wrench his mouth free before turning to sneer at him. The ugly sneer, the one he uses when he’s annoyed, or panicked, or when he has something to hide.

  Or, really it should be ugly. Except it isn’t, because his nose wrinkles a little when he does that, and honestly, it’s actually kind of cute.

  There’s a moment of silence, and they both turn to stare at him.

  Oh. Oops. Did he say that out loud?

  Kirishima’s face twitches weirdly, before he wheezes, laughing.

  “Oh-oh my God… Okay, I guess I can rule out ‘didn’t realize he was dating his rival’ from my list of reasons for why you decided not to chase Kousagi to hell and back, then?”

  Kacchan glares at him, then looks away in what looks like shame, but is actually an attempt to hide an embarrassed scowl.

  “There--there was. A hostage. Situation. I...let him go.” He says, quiet. He curls tighter around him, the muscles in his arms tensing.

  Deku pretends to relax, nuzzling his neck. Like two lovers reunited, clasped in an emotional embrace. Except for the fact that he’s actually trying to hide his snicker at Kacchan’s struggle to mask the irritation he feels at having to pretend he’d let a target go. (And for the fact that he isn’t really relaxed all.)

  (Inside, his heart thumps a fast, hard beat.)

  “...Oh. Okay.” Kirishima’s voice is grave, but steady. “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with the press. You two can...continue reassuring each other.” He backs away, slowly.

  “I’m glad to see you two are okay, though.”

  Kacchan responds with a stiff nod of acknowledgement, and Deku peeks over his shoulder to offer a shaky smile.

  “Don’t take too long,” he calls out, already beginning to jog away, “You’re gonna have to face the rest of them in a few minutes. I’ll help stall, though.” And then he’s gone.

...Now where were we?

  “Are you sure,” Deku turns back around, whispering tauntingly into the hollow of Kacchan’s neck, “that that’s the reason? Maybe Ground Zero’s boyfriend stopped him from chasing after Kousagi because he was worried.”

  Inhale. The scent of nitroglycerin, smoke. A splash of cologne, still lingering.

  “Maybe Ground Zero just couldn’t resist.” His fingertips trail, up and down, lightly, along Kacchan’s side. Itchy.

  Way to go, Deku. Fake dating cover succeeded, mission cleared. And now you decide to flirt with him? He’s right, you’re a fucking idiot.

  Kacchan’s hand slips around his waist, gripping him tightly. His other hand wanders up the back of his neck, into his hair.

  Oh, he thinks, feeling faint.

  “Yeah,” Kacchan responds.

  And this time, they meet each other halfway.

[its-love-u-asshole]

The Risks of Devotion [fic]

Pairings: Uraraka Ochako/Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Bakugou would protect his princess no matter what, wanted to stay by her side no matter what. He just had to admit it to himself. 

Rating: T

Tags: a/b/o dynamics, fluff, a hint of angst tbh, royalty au 

Note: Finally, my last holiday gift is for the lovely @emeraldwaves​ <3 This is my first time writing kacchako and idk how I did, but I wanted to attempt it for you bruh LOL You’re such an amazing friend and I’m so happy we met. I hope you like this! ILU. 

AO3

Bakugou was the kingdom's strongest alpha, no fucking doubt about it. He could best any obstacle, could beat any opponent into the dirt. All his teachers had boasted about him, and rightfully so, saying he was destined to be a palace guard. Protecting royalty, securing wealth and stability for his family, there was no downside to it.

So from the young age of eight, he'd lived, eaten, and breathed the palace air. He'd trained with the kingdom's most promising alphas, and remained at the top of the class all the way up until he came of age.

Yeah, Bakugou had stopped assassination plots, could break another alpha's limbs with one twist of his own arm, but this, this was by far the most stressful thing he’d had to go through. And it was a trial which happened once a week, like clockwork, and he couldn't escape it.

He had to protect his future queen.

"Katsuki, are you mad at me?"

Bakugou's head shot up from where he'd been glaring a hole into the floor, his searing red gaze finding Uraraka's face in an instant. He hated that sometimes, how he always seemed to naturally fixate on her, though the anger had grown from explosive to simmering in the past few years. He wondered sometimes if it was completely gone altogether, but like hell would he let himself admit that.

She was looking at him with wide eyes, bright and innocent, and a little something he chose not to point out. Bakugou never knew how to handle Uraraka when she looked so damn sad. Couldn't she just bottle it all away? Be better with her emotions? It was annoying, for her to sit there all dolled up and have the nerve to look sad.

If she could just be the peppy princess she was supposed to be, it would make this situation a lot easier.

"Huh? Why would I be?" He answered gruffly, doing his best not to shout as he kicked his fancy dress shoe against the wall. He hated those things, hated the dinner parties where he had to wear them. This whole thing was useless. "It's not all about you!"

Except it was.

Bakugou stared at her, took in the frilly pink ball gown which just barely passed her knees. She was probably cold, since she hardly wore anything that didn't include pants or leggings. Her skin shone from the sparkling oils she'd been washed with, and the silver crystals sown into her dress acted like spotlights. They brought out everything about her, from the dips of her collarbones to the blush on her cheeks. Bright, shining, regal.

A princess.

The only thing that gave her away as being anything less than a perfect mate, was the mark on her neck. It was covered by foundation now, the royal dressers had certainly see to that shit. But Bakugou knew it was there, could trace the unseen lines from memory alone. An old bond mark.

What was the fucking use in hiding it? Everyone knew. Everyone talked about it.

Bakugou knew first hand people talked about it, because it was usually him that punched anyone who so much as mentioned it. His hand still stung from when he'd done so the other day, but it was a dull, satisfactory pain.

Bastards. They can all just shut up.

Uraraka hummed, choosing not to say anything. Pisses me off.

Uraraka always fought back. From the time they were kids playing around the palace and throwing rocks at each other, to now. Uraraka annoyingly refused to back down from one of Bakugou's screaming matches.

It was one of the things he...whatever. Didn't matter.

"Are you ready to go yet?" Bakugou asked, tearing his gaze away from the spot on her neck. It still got on his nerves to this day. Almost two years later. That same, possessive urge overcame him. The need to kill.

How dare some second rate, cowardly alpha claim his princess and run off.

"Not really," Uraraka sighed, plopping onto her bed and kicking her feet. They'd made her wear heels today, which he knew she despised. "What's the point? I'm just going to have to talk to a bunch of uninterested alphas. I'm tired of this..."

"Then tell your parents to knock it off," Bakugou muttered, messing with the various daggers on his belt. "Sick of this shit..."

Uraraka shot him that look, the one he hated. Like he was some stupid child and she was scolding him. "You know I can't do that Katsuki. My parents want me to find a mate and be happy. That's...all they want..."

Yeah, great. These so called 'matchmaking' balls were held weekly for the sole purpose of finding the princess, a beautiful omega, an alpha of good character and standing. The kingdom needed future rulers, future heirs to the thrown.

One would think it wouldn't be a hard problem to solve. What alpha didn't want to mate with a princess?

Finding an alpha to love her though, that was another issue. One they'd already failed at. The first alpha who had been considered suitable, ended up being a total fraud. Uraraka had been crushed, and she was left with a mark on her neck to remind her of the debacle. And it would be there until she found a new suitor, which was why they kept up with this mess.

Bakugou despised it.

Uraraka's legs stopped kicking as the heavy silence settled over them, and he could see how close she was to crying. He knew he should just leave and back down before he got in trouble with the chief of the guards for upsetting the princess.

But sometimes it was hard to remember he was supposed to separate his role as a guard, from his one as a childhood friend.

Friend. If he could even be called that. He never liked handing the term out, but it was the only one he had, and they'd been joined at the damn hip for so long...

Stupid. He should've never been a guard.

"Yeah because you seem pretty fuckin' happy doing this," he said with a grunt.

For some reason, he felt like he'd maybe walked into a trap, which only served to anger him more. Uraraka's eyes were still wet with unshed tears, but now she was grinning at him, jumping off the bed to saunter on over. The bells on her dress jingled obnoxiously, giving away the obvious skip in her step.

"I wouldn't have to do it if you'd stop being so stubborn Katsuki," she chided, her voice a sniffling sing song.

No. He didn't want to talk about this.

"I don't know what you mean brat," he growled. "Hurry up and finish your damn hair so we can go already."

But it was getting harder to actually mean any of his words, Uraraka was so close. Her scent had always had that irritating effect on him. It was weirdly intoxicating, like poison, but...obnoxiously sweet. The thing about Uraraka's scent was it was hardly a scent at all. Light, like the air she seemed to float through when she walked, settling easily on his senses. Subtle, like her silent, ballerina like footsteps through the halls.

He stepped forward against his will, and he could feel her breathe against his neck.

"Katsuki," she whispered, gripping his bicep. His muscles were tense, but he let them relax under her grip. "You don't have to be such a hard ass around me you know."

He growled, but didn't object.

They always went down this road, it always came back to the fact she--

"I only want to be with you, that's how it’s always been," Uraraka continued, her voice firm. "If you just asked my father--"

"No! That'll just ruin everything!"

"So you're fine just staying like this?" Uraraka gripped both his arms now, pleading, and he refused to meet her gaze. "Is this really better?"

Bakugou hated not having answers. He always had the right fucking answers. It wasn't like it wasn't uncommon, for non-royal alphas to prove their worth and ask to court noble omegas. But this was the princess, and it just hadn't been done in a long time.

Uraraka's father was a kind, thoughtful king, loved by many. He had also hand selected Bakugou to be Uraraka's personal bodyguard when they'd reached a certain age. After all, they'd been together all their lives. It was expected.

Bakugou didn't want to lose that honor, he didn't want to erase his own expectations for himself. But well, he hadn't expected to feel this way about the princess. Confusing, dangerous feelings, but they overpowered him all the same.

Bakugou glared at the floor, his own thoughts angering him. Uraraka was staring at him, her expression soft, her smile hesitant. She could read him well, he admitted that much. She matched him in strength, in confidence.

There was no better omega, and he deserved the best.

All at once, all their past arguments flashed in his mind, his instinct to mate with his princess. It was an instinct which had been there since his sixteenth birthday. He thought about his anger when Uraraka had selected another alpha, before she'd realized her own feelings. He remembered the rage he'd felt when that alpha had betrayed her.

And more than anything, he remembered how much he hated and dreaded every single ball, hated seeing and hearing alphas flirt with his omega.

He was Bakugou Katsuki. He didn't back down, he went after what he wanted no matter the stakes. Nothing and no one would prevent him from achieving whatever he set his mind to.

"You do want to be with me, don't you?" She asked, hammering the final nail into Bakugou's coffin. She'd never actually explicitly spoken about wanting to be together, it was always underlying, implied. Obvious. Now that the words were actually in the air though, Bakugou's walls had a chip in them, and it was all it took.

"Aren't you supposed to be smart? You should know," he said, a soft 'tch' falling from his lips as he let her fall against him. He inhaled her scent greedily, and he felt her do the same.

And if anyone asked, he certainly did not hug back, but in the dimness of the royal quarters, no one would suspect a thing anyways.

--

One thing Bakugou Katsuki did not do was kneel. So when he took the stance without much objection, Uraraka was more than a little shocked. She probably gasped aloud, which was also probably why Bakugou glared at her, but oh well.

The ball the previous night had yielded no results, as expected. Noble alphas were still as fake and conceited as always, and she wanted nothing to do with them. She never had. The first alpha she took was more out of family obligation than anything else, and she'd learned her lesson from that.

Bakugou Katsuki was and always had been her alpha. All they needed to do was make things official. Which was why they were currently in the throne room, pleading their case to her father.

Another thing she knew about Bakugou, was that he didn't particularly value the art of speech. Words were simple, minimal, only spoken when necessary. The guard was smart, exceptionally so, loud too, but sincere? Well yes, he could be, at least with Uraraka. But with words?

She didn't know.

Turns out Bakugou never failed to surprise her.

"I pledged to be the best royal guard in the kingdom, and I am," he began, his voice unusually calm. It tended to happen when Bakugou held a conviction so strong it couldn't be rivaled. "It's my job to look after the princess, and it always will be. I don't really care what anyone says about it, even you King. I'm just telling you. I'm not leavin' her, and I'll easily fight off any alpha who gets in my way."

Uraraka felt a pleasant shiver course through her, and for a moment, instinct took over. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of Bakugou holding her close, claiming her. It was all she'd been wanting.

But part of her quaked in fear when she glanced at her father, expecting to see anger or shock. After all, not many people would call what Bakugou had just said polite, or even respectful. Bakugou didn't yield to anyone, no matter how powerful.

He was number one, and he believed it whole heartedly. Uraraka smiled, because that meant deep down, he thought she was pretty damn special too. Whether or not anyone else saw that was another story...

However, instead of rage, her father looked...amused, relieved even. The smile on his face was soft, and he shook his head much in the same way he used to do when Uraraka played too rough with the other kids and got into trouble. Even Bakugou looked unsure of what to do with the reaction, watching like a hawk as the king rose from his throne.

"You're not exactly giving me room to argue Bakugou-kun," the king said, looking to the queen with barely concealed joy. "Not that I plan to. It's about time you two sorted everything out."

Uraraka rushed to Bakugou's side, both of them looking like they'd been thrown into a different dimension. Bakugou was glaring at the floor, probably pissed at himself for not being in on the joke.

Uraraka found her voice first, not letting herself believe that things could work out so perfectly all at once. "You mean...you...knew? And it's okay? We can be together?"

Bakugou's head shot up at the words, and he shuffled closer to Uraraka, ready to protect her against any onslaught.

But there was none. Her father just chuckled, sending her a scolding expression. "Did you really think we'd be so harsh Ochako? We want what you want. Whatever makes you happy," he said, and the tears were already forming in her eyes as he continued. "Plus, these balls are getting way too expensive."

Uraraka laughed, letting the tears spill from her eyes, and tackled Bakugou in front of the entire throne room, palace administrators and all.

He may have yelled at her to get off, but he held her tight, pulling her as close as possible.

Judging from the way the entire room let out a collective sigh, she was pretty sure this was long overdue.

--

A few months later, the day before her wedding, Uraraka lounged in Bakugou's arms, letting the summer breeze drift through the room. The old, hateful mark on her neck felt nearly invisible, and she closed her eyes, letting Bakugou's scent wash over her.

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

I'm a Zenyuki shipper. Or at least I thought I am one of them. Your fics are confusing me. After reading them it feels like I was blind until now and I manage to ship only obiyuki now. So, thank you, I guess? Now I'm searching for other authors like you, do you have any recommendation? (Good fan art interests me too) Have a nice day!

hahahaha… Maybe you’re a multi-shipper, nonny. No harm in that!

In response to your request for recommendations, though… :3 :3 :3

OBIYUKI’S ASSEMBLE!! :D

I have a LIST, friend. A magnificent LIST of authors for you to choose from but is probably not all inclusive. I wrote this a couple of months ago when someone else asked me for recs and we have GROWN significantly since. Lemme give you a 4-author starter pack that’ll keep you busy reading for some time, and then there are many many more.

IF SOMEONE SEES THIS AND REALIZES I SKIPPED THEM/SOMEONE ELSE, PLEASE REBLOG/COMMENT FOR ME I HATE TO LEAVE PEOPLE OUT AND I KNOW I PROBABLY AM RIGHT NOW.

All of the following authors also have AO3 accounts:

@sabraeal, naturally. She is my writing buddy and I love her deeply. Plus, she knows EXACTLY how to murder me. (Pls start with Seven Suitors and then go harass her for more All Pain Will Turn to Medicine for me. ty ^_^ )

@infinitelystrangemachinex - Gorgeous prose, beautiful stories, breaks my heart every time (pls do it some more?)

@vivianwisteria - Just amazing writing. Wonderfully emotional and complex. She gets a visceral reaction out of me with every update.

@xaphrin - This woman. This woman destroys me ALL THE TIME with all the lovely goodness (She’s also one of my favorite readers! Because she gets SO MAD AT ME :D )

MORE AUTHORS In alphabetical order:

@akai-vampire - Has been putting out some amazing multi-shipper content since long before I joined this fandom, but of course I am partial to her obiyuki content. She’s a grab bag of sweet and “hey who’s cutting onions in here?”

@another-miracle - Has dared to put onto the screen the hurt/comfort follow up fic that we all wanted, we all craved. I have it saved in my inbox so I can have feelings about it regularly. Has written some fantastic shorts since!

@azalearhoden - Writes some amazing prose of short moments glued together into something gorgeous and beautiful that I would have never thought of!

@codango - Look. L O O K. You may think that you don’t need cowboy Obi, but trust me… you do. You so so do. (Also has an assemblance of shorts that range from OH MY HEART T_T to Oooohhh myyyyy :3 )

@claudeng80 - Has a million ideas and puts them to paper in record time! There’s too many stories for me to wrap her up into one sentence!

@glitter-and-golden - A obiyuki kids story that’ll break your heart and some fantasy fantasticness. 

@jaygirl987 - From short hot scenes to her first multi-chapter fic that is turning into something epic, I love her stuff!

@k-itsmaywriting - Freakin amazing woman who puts out the most beautiful AU’s. I love it when she can come to play and I hate to see her leave, but school is the most important, yo!

@kaedix - Writes the sweetest stories, from mama and papa Obiyuki to the Mall AU that I am still dying over almost a year later.

@krispy-kream - I don’t know how many times I have seen this one post and I have been LITERALLY TERRIFIED to click on the link because she DESTROYS ME WITH HALF A SENTENCE. (No, seriously, I still can’t get through this without tearing up)

@lalesath - Has written ONE GORGEOUS, FEELS INDUCING FIC for us, but there is more trapped away in her computer. I feelz it in my bones. Won’t you feed us? XD

@littleaverill - Puts out some amazing ficlets that have you begging for more! I wish I could write like her…

@maverae - Has written TWO fics to share with the class, BUT I KNOW SHE IS HIDING MORE FROM US. Give us your delicious prose! We are hungry!

@nebluus - Has STILL written my all time favorite Obiyuki fic, Blizzard. That story gives me all the feely feels in my little shipper heart.

@nonstopdoodle - Girl is filled with fantasy and writes the COOLEST AU’s. I love them all so much.

@obiisms - I lovelovelove her Meaning of Trust fic on AO3 you don’t even know how much. She takes hard subjects and just delivers.

@onoheiwa - Hnnnnnnggggggggg writes some of the most amazing short stories. I die over her arranged marriage fic (Did not know this was a thing of mine, BUT I GUESS IT IS A THING)

@owlsshadows - Oh man. Oooooh maaaannnnnn.. if you have not read her gender swap AU where Obi is the pharmacist and Shirayuki is the assassin, you have not lived.

@ruleofexception - I wanna say she is our FASTEST writer, throwing out some amazing fics within a day and cutting through ALL the BS!

@thelionshoarde - Oh myyyyy… how do I wrap this one up? You’ve gone some delicious canon-esque smut with feels and some fantastical AU’s to choose from. Please enjoy with my blessing :3

ARTISTS (also in alphabetical order and some of these will be repeats):

@goldenrose101 - My friend. You must. YOU MUST view their obiyuki comic. And then love it. IT IS A REQUIREMENT

@heartamplifier - Again. Some amazing. Amazing. AMAZING. edits and manips. I love her

@lalesath - F A N T A S T IC and G O R G E O U S edits! SO MANY OF THEM.

@miinah13 - Just adore their drawings BUT BE CAREFUL! SHE HAS A SERIES THAT MAKES ME CRY BIG FAT UGLY TEARS but you should totally check out anyway

@nebluus - You may notice that she is listed twice. THAT IS BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. Search her ansh tag for Akagami no Shirayukihime art.

@nonstopdoodle - YES. SHE ALSO DOES THE ART!

@stuffaeamade - My goodness gracious, she has the MOST impressive tag for AnS art. I HIGHLY recommend.

@thelionshoarde - YES YET ANOTHER AUTHOR THAT ALSO DOES THE ART!

@vfordii - Oh my… I absolutely love everything that she does, but my top two have GOT to be Obiyuki Kiss and Bellydancer Obi. (I’m sure she will convince me that there are more delicious arts waiting in her brain to be posted, BUT I LOVE THOSE THE MOST NOW

@youseimanami - One of our newest and (hands down) most prolific artist (she just completed Inktober and did 31 DAYS OF OBI/OBIYUKI CONTENT. GO LOOK AT THE MAGNIFICENCE. GO GO!) and is a very sweet and encouraging person.

@yumelinh - I absolutely adore the way she does her edits and colors our favorite characters. They are fantastic.

Special mention to @akagami-no-rae because, while she is not obiyuki, she likes hanging out with us and graces us with Hnnnng-worthy AMV’s, edits, and artwork! (occasionally a fic, too

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You Saved Me Too

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Summary: You saved Bucky without even knowing him, but little does he know that he’s done the exact same thing for you.

Characters: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Flashbacks of attempted suicide, tons o’ angst, sad!bucky :(, happy ending (not really a warning but yknow), SHIT EDITING IM SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES I WILL FIX THEM TOMORROW

Words: 2171

A/N: This is a song fic based off of Song #3 by Stone Sour (here’s the version I used), requested by the lovely @pommom91. I know the song is a little more rock than this fic, but I took a more soft approach to it and took a lot of inspiration from the acoustic version of the song instead I hope that’s alright :) Anyways, I really hope you like this and it’s at least somewhat close to what you were looking for xoxo

ALSO IF YOU GUYS LIKE THIS PLEASE REBLOG AND LIKE SO I CAN GET SOME MORE REQUESTS AND PROMPTS AND STUFF PLEEEAAAAASE

If you take a step towards me You will take my breath away So I'll keep you close and keep my secret safe No one else has ever loved me No one else has ever tried I never understood how much I could take

You stood on the bridge near your small apartment and gazed at the landscape in front of you. It was one of those sticky summer nights in July, your t-shirt clung to your back as a result, but you didn’t mind. You sipped the iced coffee in your hand, frowning slightly at the watered down taste. You’d gotten it nearly two hours ago, and the ice cubes had began to melt, making the espresso less intense.

C’est la vie, you thought with a shrug, choosing to enjoy your nightly walk instead of sulking over your drink. You listened to the sound of rushing water coming from below your feet as you began to walk across the bridge, on your way back home. 

You did this fairly often. You were new to the city, moving there as a result of a horrible break up and a desire to start over. You were in the process of picking up the pieces of your broken heart and figured New York was a darn good place to start.

You were contently listening to the sound of crickets chirping and then you saw him.

A man sat directly on the guard rail, his feet dangling dangerously over the edge. Normally, you might have assumed that it was just a teenager being egged on by their friends, but this was different. This was a full grown man slowly standing up from his sitting position, now standing facing in with his back to the churning river below.

This was a man about to jump.

Your heart thumped so loud in your chest that you barely even heard yourself cry out to him over the thudding in your ears.You dropped your coffee, rushing over to him, watching intensely as his eyes widened at your presence. A gasp escaped him, like the air had been ripped from his lungs, he must have not seen you before.

You stopped directly in front of him, the only thing separating the two of you was the metal guard rail. You examined the man in front of you, the scruff decorating his face, long brown hair being rustled by the wind, blue eyes filled with an emotion that you couldn’t quite place. Those were the eyes of a desperate man.

“Please don’t.” You said.

He looked at you quizzically, tilting his head to the side as if not understanding what’d you’d said. You glanced down at his hands holding on to the rail, and noted that one of them was made completely of metal.

“Jump,” You confirmed, “Please, please, don’t jump.”

“Wh-” He began, but closed his mouth. Perhaps he was at the same loss for words as you were.

“I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but I’m telling you that if you’re looking for any reason - at all - not to do this, that reason is the random girl who just so happened to be walking on the same bridge that you planned to jump off of.”

He blinked, his eyes scanning your face for something. He wanted to believe you so terribly, but he couldn’t shake the nightmares, he couldn’t ask for forgiveness for the things that he’d done. You watched his hands loosen on the rail and you reached forward, wrapping your arms firmly around his neck to stop him, the only thing between the two of you was the coolness of the railing.

He gasped, clearly very surprised by your affection.

“Give me 5 minutes more.” You said.

You took his silence as a cue to continue.

“My name is (Y/N),” You began, not even sure what you were supposed to say to this man, And when I was a kid I had a cat named Sparky and I loved him but he absolutely hated me so I have a ton of little scars from his scratches on my hands. When I was in high school everyone called me (Y/N/N), even though I hated it. My favourite colour is red because it reminds me of the flowers my grandma used to plant in her back yard when I was little. And I wholeheartedly believe that everything happens for a reason.” You finished rambling and took a breath, “Your turn.”

“What?” He asked, his voice gruff. No one had ever opened up to him about things like this before, and no one had even tried to ask him about himself.

“Your turn.” You repeated, your chin resting on his shoulder.

“My name-” He stopped, as if he was decided what he wanted to tell you, “My name is Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky,” You said calmly, not daring to shift your arms but moving your head for that you could press your forehead against his, “Why are you out here?”

“It’s a bit of a long story.”

“I’ve got all night.”

And when he told you everything, your heart broke for him. Bucky Barnes - the Bucky Barnes - had taken your heart and crushed it with his own story. But you listened, and rubbed his back soothingly. Anything you could do to comfort him.

But the thing was, the whole time that Bucky was spewing out his sap story, as he put it, he was focusing on the feeling of your beating heart. It had been so long since another human being had extended any sort of compassion, and yet here you were, a woman who had no idea who he was now listening to every word out of his mouth and bracing him in his place so he wouldn’t jump.

“Have you told many other people about yourself?” You asked him.

“Well, it’s not exactly small talk.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“What?” He asked.

“All those things you said probably won’t featured in the latest issue of Vogue. Your secrets are safe with me.”

Bucky didn’t understand why you were trying so hard to save someone so clearly helpless, all he knew was that it was working.

“Please come back over the rail.” You nearly begged.

Bucky’s limbs seemed to move on their own, one foot over the metal guard then the next. You never let go of him the whole time.

Once he was safely back over, you hugged him tighter than before, your eyes flushing with tears of relief.

“Thank you.” You said, “Thank you.”

Then I saw the worst was over When I laid my eyes on you It was all that I could do to know my place Out of all the vast illusions Out of all the dreams come true I was gone until I finally saw your face

If you cried out for more If you reached out for me I would run into the storm Just to keep you here with me I have gone beyond my years I've wasted half my life But I found it all in you Did I save you? 'Cause I know you saved me too

“Bucky!”

He felt a firm hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake as the images of his latest nightmare clung under his hooded eyes. Lightning cracked beyond the windows of his flat, and he jumped slightly. The storm had triggered a myriad of horrors during sleep.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now.” You said, pulling him impossibly closer to you under the covers of his bed.

After the night on the bridge, you’d become a quintessential part of Bucky’s life. You only lived about a block from his place, so whenever Bucky had a nightmare, you were only a call away. This was one of those nights filled with a plethora of nightmares, one after the other after the other. He’d called you two nightmares ago, and you’d been there to wake him from the next one he’d had. You’d driven through the storm to get to him.

He’d never been so relieved to see your face as he always was when you were there to wake him from the images that haunted him during nightfall. His eyes would shoot open, hoping to God the worst of it all was over, and then he saw you and he felt safe again. If you were there, it was going to be alright.

He felt your hand gently cup his cheek, stroking his cheekbone gingerly. He sighed, trying to slow down his heartbeat. You lips pressed to his forehead and he keened at your touch.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“For what?” He panted.

“For saving me.”

He nearly chocked on his own adam’s apple. Save you? You were very clearly the one that saved him that night. He wanted to ask you more, to ask you what you meant, but his eyelids were so heavy and the way you soothingly stroked his hair was slowly coaxing him back to sleep. His eyes closed, and he slept once again. 

It doesn't really matter what you do or say I'm never going anywhere anyway 'Cause when I'm dying for you I've never felt so alive

Bucky held the cup of coffee in his hands that you’d just poured for him and quietly thanked you for it. It’d now been about a year since you’d first met him, and Bucky was so in love with you that it physically pained him to think about. Everything you did was angelic, perfect even in his eyes. You made him feel like he was human again, which was something he hadn’t felt in nearly 70 years.

You were talking to him about something that, admittedly, he wasn’t really listening to. He was intent to just watch the way your eyes lit up about the subject, and how your nose crinkled when you laughed. It never really mattered what you were talking about, he just liked to hear your voice, it compelled him to want to stay with you forever.

You sat across from him, cross legged on the sofa as you talked to him like he were your oldest friend, holding nothing back. All he could think about was how he would do anything for you, and how crazy it was for him to think that you could ever feel anything like that towards him. He was damaged goods.

“Buck?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “You still with me?”

“Wh- Oh, yeah sorry, musta spaced out.”

“Okay.” You said, but Bucky knew you well enough to know when you weren’t convinced.

“What did you mean when you said I saved you?” He blurted out, instantly regretting it when he saw the redness appear on your cheeks.

You stayed silent, clearly shocked by what he’d asked you, but after a few uncomfortable seconds, you began to speak.

“I meant what I said, Bucky. You saved me.”

“But how?” He asked.

“You gave me purpose.” You answered simply, “All I wanted to do since that night was be a part of your life, and it kept me going. Then I started to really get in that head of yours, and I realized that it wasn’t me wanting to help some stranger anymore, it was me-” You cut yourself off, looking down at your hands.

“(Y/N)?”

“Every time my phone rings in the middle of the night, I don’t even check the caller ID because I already know it’s you and I probably already have my hand on my keys reader to drive over.” You said, refusing to make eye contact, “I’ve gotten 10 speeding tickets since you started calling, I race over to your place because I care about you so much it’s like I’m totally blind to everything else when you’re on my mind. It reminded me of having a stupid crush on someone in high school.”

Bucky’s heart raced in his chest, he set his mug down on the table in front of him and leaned forward, waiting for you to say more.

“I realized that I’d been living a life without purpose for so long that it was so refreshing to have you. You make me feel so alive, Bucky and for that reason you saved me by helping me relearn how to love someone.” 

Bucky sucked in a breath, he couldn’t believe what you were saying. Was this an admission? 

“You showed me how to feel alive again, Buck.” You concluded, twiddling your thumbs in your lap, blushing even more than before.

He’d heard enough. He marched over to your side, plopped himself down next to you and tilted you chin to look up at him.

“I love you.” He said simply, watching your eyes grow wide at his words.

“Y-you-” He didn’t let you finish, his lips were already cutting you off. Kissing you with everything he had, he thanked God that fate had brought you to him that night, because at fault of that, you’d both found your reason to live. You’d both saved one another.

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Countdown To You | Pt. 6

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Member: Park Jimin

Words: 3.1k

Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)

A/N: i somehow feel like i’m getting nowhere with this fic but at the same time i also feel like we’re getting closer towards the real story you know what i mean ;; anyways SURPRISE YALL :’)) another update!!! enjoy the reading :’)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4  | Pt. 5

As you stepped into the huge, empty amusement park, you came to the conclusion that Park Jimin was definitely a man of his words.

“How- The park is empty…” you muttered as your eyes were wandering through all the empty rides and closed stalls, not even noticing that the man next to you was smiling at your shocked face. It was mid-winter, so you did not expect the amusement park to be full of excited people, but you expected at least some other people to be here. You turned your head towards your soulmate, hiding half of your face behind your red, fluffy scarf – eying him with one raised brow. “Can you at least explain to me why there is no other form of human life here?”

The only answer Jimin gave you was a soft snicker, shaking his head amusingly as he took your hand in the process. You jolted up at the simple touch, the mark on your right wrist doing its job again as you stared at Jimin with wide eyes. You did not know why, but you suddenly felt a sparkle of hope inside of you – and you did not know what kind of hope it exactly was, but you certainly knew that it felt great.

“I was not joking when I said the words ‘just you and me’,” Jimin said, followed by a chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach spin – the feeling you used to be afraid of, but which felt really lovely at this moment. You muttered a soft ‘ahh’, realization dawning upon you that Park Jimin was that kind of person who was able to hire off one whole amusement park for one day.

Jimin softly pulled you with him, making the two of you strolling down the amusement park slowly – your hands still intertwined with his. You couldn’t help but smile at how ironic this all was, actually. Until a few weeks ago, you knew nothing about your CEO, as Seulgi was one of the few co-workers who had actually seen his face – and the stories she told you about his behavior were nothing like how he was behaving at the moment. You couldn’t even dare to imagine being on a date with your CEO in the amusement park, even after you found out he was your soulmate – and you were his, of course. With the way he treated you in the beginning – so cold and distant – you had no hopes for a blossoming relationship. Of course, you did not expect to be in one with him either – since his illness was in the way of all that.

Speaking about his illness…

“Jimin,” you spoke up, interrupting the peaceful silence that was overwhelming the two of you just seconds ago, causing him to look up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Yeah? What is it?” he asked you – his voice so soft and delicate that you almost wanted to cry at how it affected you.

“Is it okay for you to be here, though? I mean, like- Shouldn’t you be resting at home because of your illness?”

Jimin sighed at your question, and your doubts were building up once again. Why would you even ask it? You weren’t even sure if you were in the right position to ask such questions, so why couldn’t you shut up for once and just enjoy and live in the moment?

“Never mind, forget I asked-“

“This was actually why I didn’t want to start a relationship with you in the beginning, Y/N,” Jimin interrupted you all of a sudden, causing you to look up at him with raised brows – totally not getting his point.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked with a trembling voice, wondering if you had made him angry with your question – perhaps annoyed. Jimin, however, proved you totally wrong as he gave you a sweet smile – your worries about him being angry and annoyed disappearing all at once, now replaced by a somewhat relieved feeling in your stomach.

“You know what I mean by that. I’m ill, Y/N. I’ve got cancer. If you somehow get entangled with me, you also get entangled with my life – which means you have to deal with my illness. At some times, you will be seeing me all weak and devastated in a hospital bed, and with you being my soulmate, I can only imagine how worried you will be. Not to forget how hurt you will be as well. Your question proves that you’re already worried about me.”

Jimin stopped walking, causing you to stop walking as well – the two of you standing underneath the amusement park’s huge ferris wheel right now. Somehow, the wind blew harder at this spot, and the way Jimin’s dark, soft hair was waving along with the wind mesmerized you completely. He turned around, only to be standing in front of you directly – causing you to look up at him because he was taller than you. The smile never disappeared from his face, and you almost got emotional at the way he was caressing your cheek.

“T-then why are you… here with me? I honestly don’t understand…” you whispered in a soft tone – but it was loud enough for Jimin to hear, as he furrowed his brows immediately after your question. He kept quiet – his eyes shifting from one place to another, looking everywhere except in your eyes – something he’d normally do if he was nervous. You figured out he wouldn’t answer your question sooner or later, so you decided to continue speaking.

“After we found out about being each other’s soulmate, you practically… avoided me. I could understand why – that’s not the problem. But it’s confusing, you know? I was happy when you asked me out for a dinner date, like really happy, but I just don’t understand why you would want to be with me all of a sudden after you basically ignored and avoided me. When you were being distant, I thought I understood, and I decided to let our chance of a relationship go, because I thought you didn’t want to be in one. But we were both wrong, I guess.”

Jimin let out a heavy sigh, and the guilt you saw reflected in his eyes made you feel slightly guilty as well. You suddenly regretted bringing up this subject, but the both of you knew that you needed to talk this out eventually.  

“At first, I actually didn’t want to get involved with you, nor be in a relationship with you. For once, I wanted to be selfless. Knowing that the outcomes of a relationship between us would turn out pretty bad, I decided to let it all go. Mother Nature, however, works different – sometimes in ways we actually don’t want her to work. The fact that you’re my soulmate has won over my selflessness, and no matter how hard I tried to be selfless and think of you, Mother Nature has actually won me over – and I turned out to be selfish, once again.”

You listened to his words – and the way he talked completely mesmerized you. Jimin had a conflict within himself, yet he managed to explain his conflict in such a calming way – you were literally baffled at it. Your fondness of him was already growing big time, but it only seemed to grow further as you spent more time with him. The way he walked, the way he talked, not to mention the way he held your hand and looked at you with the same adoration that you had towards him – that’s when you realized that he really was your soulmate.

Maybe Mother Nature turned you into a selfish person as well. This damn soulmate concept.

“Wow. O-okay,” you stuttered softly, fidgeting with the hem of your winter jacket – attaching your eyes to the cold and hard – also somewhat white-colored because of the snow – floor. You mentally scolded yourself once again, wishing that you would come up with a better response than that. You surely weren’t that much of a smooth talker like your soulmate was, and you couldn’t help but wonder why the universe decided to choose Park Jimin as your soulmate.

Jimin let out a chuckle at your reply, before doing the unexpected to you – and within a second you were engulfed in a big hug, Jimin’s large arms hugging your tinier frame, as the sound of his laugh was like beautiful music to your ears. You could barely breathe – let alone move – as you found out how amazing it actually felt to be hugged by Jimin. You’ve heard from some ‘acquaintances’ – you never called anyone your friend except for Namjoon and Seulgi – that a hug from your soulmate was a thousand times better than a passionate kiss. You never wanted to believe it, of course – not because you used to think that the soulmate concept was just plain stupid, but because you simply couldn’t believe it. How could a hug be better than a kiss?

Seems like I have to apologize to these acquaintances for calling them delusional, you thought in your head. You literally felt like you were in heaven at the moment – while in reality, you were just engulfed in Jimin’s arms.

Engulfed in your dear, beloved soulmate’s arms.

After approximately twenty seconds passed by, Jimin let you go, and you had to suppress a whine you wanted to let out because of the sudden emptiness that you felt. You pouted your lips, and you could tell by his little, devilish smirk that the man knew you enjoyed the hug – and that was exactly the reason he did not went in for another one.

What a fucking tease.

“Well, since the whole amusement park will be ours for today – which ride do you want to go in first?” Jimin asked you, before taking your hand in his as he pulled you along. The warmth of his hand alone could make you feel dizzy and so in love – and you slowly came to the realization that this attraction you had felt towards Jimin was definitely growing into something so much more deeper than that. Honestly, you were afraid – afraid of falling. Yet, somehow you just couldn’t stop falling, no matter how aware you were of the consequences.

Or rather, you didn’t want to stop falling for him.

“I’m not a big fan of extreme rides, actually…” you murmured, letting your eyes wander through the park as you were looking for something decent to ride on.

“I didn’t know you were a scaredy-cat,” Jimin teased you, an amused smirk growing on his handsome face as he eyed you with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at his remark, elbowing him playfully as you let out a small chuckle – he was unbelievable.

All of a sudden, Jimin stopped in his tracks – which caused you to stop walking as well – and the next thing you saw was your other half literally gaping at something that was in front of him. Or rather, he was gaping at something that was towering above him. You raised your brows, wondering what he was so surprised about – and when you saw it yourself, you suddenly understood Jimin’s awe, and you swore that your eyes might have been even wider than his were.

“How about the ferris wheel, then?” Jimin asked you softly, slowly averting his eyes from the huge ferris wheel in front of them – only to look you in the eyes. And no matter how hard you tried, every time he would look at you like that – with his beautiful brown orbs full of life and excitement – your knees would buckle and your heart would race rapidly. It almost felt dangerous.

You just nodded at him – afraid that your voice would betray your feelings – and before you knew it, the two of you were already getting into the ferris wheel, but not before one of the amusement park’s employees greeted you with probably the warmest smile that you had ever seen. You might had been hallucinating, but it seemed like his smile towards Jimin was warmer than the one towards you – and you couldn’t help but assume that the two of them must know each other.

“Well, enjoy the ride you two. Watch out for the wind up there, though. It’s a bit colder when you’re a few meters above the ground,” the employee laughed, before pressing down some green button – which caused the ferris wheel to move slowly.

The blowing wind was indeed much colder – but somehow very refreshing in a way that it could clear your mind. You let out a deep sigh, as you let yourself getting carried away with the fresh winter breeze – the wind blowing against your slight reddened cheeks, your hair waving along with it. You were so occupied with ‘getting carried away by the winter breeze’, that you did not even notice the man next to you – who was watching you with full adoration reflected in his orbs. The smile on his face was wide – maybe a little bit too wide – and any other person would think that he’s so in love with you.

And it was at that specific moment in the ferris wheel – when he looked at you, who was smiling widely and simply enjoying the refreshing feeling that the winter-breeze gave you – that he realized that he was indeed falling in love with you.

And somehow, it made him feel better than ever – despite the illness that he was suffering with.

“Y/N?”

Jimin’s soft voice shook you out of your trance, and you turned your head towards him – only to see him looking back in awe, his eyes reflecting all kind of emotions they could reflect. It was like you were in trance because of his orbs, because it felt like you couldn’t move for a second – and you wondered if this was common with soulmates – getting mesmerized by looking into the eyes of your other half.

Jimin shifted closer towards you – the ferris wheel wagon shaking slightly along his movement – and the closer he came, the more stiff your body went. You didn’t know why you were behaving so nervously – it didn’t make sense actually, you had slept with him the night before. Yet, there was something about Jimin that made you feel tense – however, not particularly in a bad way. You felt intimidated by him, with a mix of confusion and fear – but you also felt complete in his presence. As if he was the lost piece to your puzzle – the lost piece that you were looking for your entire life.

Maybe you were being selfish, maybe you weren’t, but it didn’t even matter to you at the moment. All that mattered, was how good you felt with Jimin by your side – how happy you felt with him by your side.

At this moment, that was the only thing that mattered. Not his illness, not your fear of losing him – it was only you and him, nothing else.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question slipped out of your mouth before you could even stop it – and Jimin’s wide eyes would have made you laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious. The man almost choked in his own saliva, totally caught off guard by your sudden question – and you couldn’t help but smile a little at his shock. It was so cute.

“You sure do know how surprise me every single time, Y/N,” Jimin laughed, scratching the back of his neck – a habit he seemed to have whenever he was nervous about something, and you noticed that he’d do it multiple times when something at work wouldn’t go as planned. Park Jimin was an interesting person to observe to you – and maybe it was because he was your beloved soulmate – but you were sure that any other female co-worker of yours would do the exact same thing.

“I can say the same thing about you, Mr. CEO,” you remarked, letting out a soft chuckle – before shifting closer towards him as well, and you could feel the whole mood around the both of you change. Your breath slowly hitched, and it felt like all the air was getting sucked out of your lungs – with your eyes slowly shifting towards his lips. You couldn’t believe you were doing this again – losing all your self-control just like in his car yesterday night. Although that ended up in an amazing night, you didn’t see yourself as a person who would initiate something like that.

Life really has its own wicked plottwists.

“Wait,” Jimin softly interrupted you, pushing you away slightly, but not too much as your lips were still pretty close to his. You blinked at him with confused eyes – did he not want to kiss you? For a second you actually thought he didn’t, but by the way he didn’t push you too far away from him, you were sure that Jimin not wanting to kiss you couldn’t be the reason of it.

“I will kiss you on one condition,” Jimin whispered, giving you such an intense stare that you could have fainted on the spot if it wasn’t for Jimin holding you closely.

“And that one condition is?” you asked in a sceptic tone, raising a brow at him – wondering what the man was up to as you watched him chuckle slightly, before shifting closer towards you, his face now inches closer to yours.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You could feel your heart drop at his question – not because you didn’t want to be his girlfriend, you certainly wanted to be his person – but because how sad the question actually sounded like. This wasn’t just a simple question – the both of you knew that if you’d tell him yes, that you also had to face and bear the consequences with it. This question should bring out the happiness in you – and it was not that you weren’t happy that he asked you to be his – but you couldn’t help to feel the sadness of it as well.                                                          

However, you also knew that without Jimin by your side, you would suffer badly – maybe even more than being next to him. He was your soulmate after all. It was programmed in human nature that once you had found your soulmate, there was no turning back – and living without your other half could cause a lot of emotional damage to you. The more you thought of this concept, the more you realized how cruel it actually was – but there was nothing you could do about it.

So once again, maybe the two of you were being selfish – but these past weeks, you had learned that being selfish was one of the essentials in life to survive.

And in this case, you realized that being selfish was probably the only reason to get through all this.

“Yes, Jimin. I’d like to be your girlfriend.”

The kiss that followed afterwards was unforgettable – and it officially marked the beginning of your ill-fated relationship with Park Jimin.

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Squealing Santa 2K16! - An Inesperated Evening

( aIGHT! this is the tickle fic gift for @pamcake21 , IM SO SORRY!! i was gona post it before! PROMISE! it’s just that, life got hard, and had a big ass test, i couldn’t take the time to finish the thing before ;A;!! BUT! here we are!!

Okay so the request i took was the ‘’Thor and Loki’’ one, :3 because those two are adorkable and the other characters i don’t really know that much! xD. ANYWAy! i hope u like it Pam! and accept it as a new year gift ;u; )

  It was a calm afternoon, Loki was sitting calmly Reading a book, though he couldn’t concentrate with the sun outside… It was one of those unusually hots days that nobody but Loki seemed to notice, and bOi was he moody those days. He just grunted to himself, swearing that the weather didn’t like him or something; or maybe it was just his body?? Who knows!? He just sighs and throws the book away, deciding after trying to read the same paragraph five times that maybe he wasn’t in the mood for reading either… He practically dragged himself towards the bathroom to dump some fresh water into his face for what felt like the one thousand time that day, wishing that he could at least distract himself with sOMETHING! But his brain just enjoyed to torment him, just like his the servient, his father, his brother- just as he starts to dry his face with a towel he hears the heavy and energetic steps of someone walking, or was he running? Towards his door, followed by a loud ‘’LOKI! BROTHER’’ and his door swinging open, he almost jumps out of his skin, muttering under his breath. Why today?!?!? Couldn’t it had been yesterday? Yesterday he had been in the mood! He had been sO in it, that he himself had asked Thor if they maybe could train that day, but said blonde refused, saying that he had to go with their father to fix the chest plates for his armor, as the ones he had where already too small. Loki just rolled his eyes and went back to his room, lying afterwards and saying he didn’t mind it at all.

    Loki went out of the bathroom with a start, his eyes screaming murder at whoever dared to disturb his peace in this awfully hot day. Of course it was Thor, as stated as before, he chooses the worse moments to ask things, and his loud and cherry voice was incomfundible; Loki took the towel he was holding in a strong grip and squinted at Thor. ‘’WHAT?! What is it that you want brother?!? Can’t you see I’m busy!?’’ He threw the towel into Thor’s face and crossed his arms in annoyance. ‘’Jeez bro, if I had known you were in such an awful mood I would have told mother to tell you about the news!!’’ The blonde just giggled and took the towel, pulling it over his head and leaving it there. Loki on the other hand was trying to be as nice as he could, knowing his brother, he would tell their mother if he treated him any worse, and nobody wants a fuzzing parent on your back telling you to be nice and stop being antisocial, which he was not!, or at least not from what he had readed in books… he preferred the term, ‘introverted’ he felt like it suited his feelings better than the other term.

    Thor took Loki’s silence as a ’go ahead and tell me the news before I kick your sorry ass outa my room’ and so that’s what he did, ‘’Well brother you see, remember that I have been trying to convince father to let me go haunt a dragon for almost a week??’’ Loki just raised his eyebrow, yes, he did recall that… and also the stupid plan that Thor and his friends had come up with… ‘’yeah?’’ the blond looked as excited as a puppy that just got a new squeaky toy ‘’fathER SAID YES TODAY!! H-he said YES!! Under the condition that I am to go with you! My beloved brother!! HAHA!! Don’t you love your big brother, Loki? C’mon! Give me that hand!’’ He raised his hand to a shoulder level, ready for their ’we did it big time’ shake, but only found Loki’s eyes of surprise and, was that anger?. ‘’YOU DID WHAT NOW?!? Well It saddens me to have and be the one telling you this brother but we cAN’T go do that, for 3 reasons; one, I’m bad at walking and you know it; two, it’s madness; and three, how will we capture it AND beat it?!? In fact, hOW ARE WE TO FIND IT?!?!?’’ His brain was running mile per second, his brother caN’T be this much of a goose, can he?? Thor furrowed his stare and shock his head ‘’B-but we had it all planed! Also we got some places marked out in a map, from people who had seen some dragons! And oh c’mon Loki we will take breaKS!!’’ The blonde continued to insist, but the combination of Loki’s bad mood from the weather and also the idioticy of the plan, plus, the anger he felt towards his father for not asking nor informing him about ANYTHING of this?!?, it was just too much, he refused, he refused with all that he had, crossing his arms, sitting in his bed and telling Thor to leave his room before he decided to jump out the window to get away.

   Thor sighed and sat beside Loki with a loud creek from the bed, his weight making Loki lean to the side and poke his side into Thor’s elbow. Loki jumped and let out a squeak so high it was hard to believe it had come from his mouth. Thor was a little surprised, he looked at Loki, wondering if his brother had decided to kick him out for good, but only found his brother blushing and covering his mouth…. The oldest brother smiled in mischief and making honor to the Loki’s nickname and not his, he tackled his brother to the bed, taking him by surprise. ‘’ T-Thor!! What are you-?! *SQUEeEEh*’’ Loki blushed madly and tried to look as angered as he could in his current state, but he was having a hard time as Thor started scribbling his big fingers along the youngest sides. Loki squirmed around, a smirk quickly forming in his face and a smile threating to show. ‘’B-bROthhEHE! MnGH! sTop thAT!!’’ He shock his head from side to side, in both negation and desperation, he wanted to stay mad! He wasn’t supposed to laugh if he was mad!! But Thor knew his brother’s weakness and attacked the other’s armpits, making Loki instantly dissolve into a squeaky laughing and blushing mess. Thor smirked and started teasing his brother away, making this situation even more silly. ‘’aww but you’re laughing! You sure are enjoying yourself aren’t you?? Hey why don’t you tell me what’s so funny??’’ Loki wanted to glare at the blonde so bad, but it was quite impossible when tickled and laughing your head off. ‘’ THOOHOhhoR!! I sWeheEHEAahAR I’M GOhohiniHHInG tOhoh- HAHAAHAHAA W-WHAhhaAIT!! *SQUEE* STAHahaA- *WHeeZE*’’ Thor smiled, he had just started using his beard to tickle his brother’s tummy, discovering a while ago that it was one thing Loki couldn’t stand.

   This game continued for a while, Loki asking for mercy from his big brother and not getting any at all. Finally he convinced Thor to stop, screaming in laugher that he was going into ‘’that stupid trip’’. Now, Thor had forgotten about that in all his playfulness, but he was more than happy to stop when he heard that, smiling brightly at Loki. ‘’REALLY?!? You wILL?!??! OH tHANK ODIN’S BEARD!! hECK YEAH! I swear you won’t be disappointed! I will even carry your stuff if necessary!!!’’ He declared as he basically bounced in Loki’s bed. Loki on the other hand was painting and giggling while being rocked from Thor’s excitement, he sighs in relief and then nods a bit at the idea of going out with his brother and his friends in an ‘’adventure’’ after all… it was a bit colder in those woods these time of the year, and bOI was it HOT AS HELL in Asgard…. He nodded at Thor and tried to push him away weakly. ‘’o-okah but please do let me alone nohohohw… hfff… damn it Thor I’m going to need a shower now…. Hff’’ He looked at himself all sweaty and glared a bit to the blonde, but couldn’t help to giggle as he saw how happy the idiot was. ‘’LoKI!! You know what this means?!?! ….WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A NIGHT FIRE!!!’’ Thot ran out of the room almost screaming in joy to tell their mother and likely Odin about the news. Loki sighed and closed the door, now looking at his room in thought…. He would have to play babysitter again wouldn’t he?

I hope that u liked it! sorry for the late-ness :’vv and haPPY NEW YEAR!!!