#I really should........get back to writing those Bakugou prompts tbh.......

[singingcookie]

1, 3, 18, 24 😁

1. Favorite fanfic you wrote this year

Another favorite thing I’ve written this year is probably I Roll to Seduce. I spent four weeks working on the darn thing. It was such a pain in my side, particularly because I was so excited to just hurry up and reach the end! But ultimately, when I go back and reread it all...I just feel proud and I don’t think there’s a thing (at least rn) that I wanna add or even change to it.

3. Favorite line/scene you wrote this year

To give a non-Izuocha fic I have some attention, I really loved the 15th chapter of 30 Moments with Bakugou Katsuki. Bakguou and Todoroki just having this like....super awkward conversation. It was....so fun. Just so fun to write out.

18. Current number of wips

Ummm right now, for noncompleted/in the process fics, I have a grand total of...3? Or maybe 4? Something like that. Significantly lower than it was before first Izuocha Week lmao

24. Favorite fic you’ve read this year

Hhhh okay another fic that I’ve yet to mention um....we’ll go with Izuku’s Bakery! I’ve loved every bit of this AU fic it’s super cute while still toeing that line between angst and fluff. I just...really like it a lot haha

[satoruvt]

unrequited

this is DEFINITELY gna have a part two but!! i got rlly carried away with this n i hope yall like it anyways because i think it’s so good lajdhfkjhdsf

pairing → bakugou katsuki x reader

word count → 992

request → tbh, ur a writing qween™ and i can think of no other than to write this prompt. so i’m a sucker for angst and unrequited love; katsuki’s childhood best friend developing feelings for him and falling in love with him for years, but she hides it rlly well all the way into UA, she introduces him to her other friend one time out of chance (she’s just perfect and everything reader isn’t or is insecure about) and he ends up falling for her friend while being oblivious to her own feelings for him? :)

song inspo → 909 by eden

part two

It’s a little pathetic, really. You’re pining - desperately, secretly. The days were hard; staring at him from across the room, watching as he tried to hide his smiles from Kirishima and Sero. It was good, so good to see him finally opening up to others. However hard the days were, the nights were worse - being so close to him most nights, studying on his dorm room floor or watching a movie in his bed, knowing that he makes your chest burn with desire and he’s never thought you to be more than someone who’s willing to put up with his bullshit.

You’re in love with him. Butterflies and red cheeks kind of love, staying up all night because you can’t stop thinking about how good he looked at the sports festival kind of love, daydreaming that maybe he just might feel the same kind of love.

You’re in love with him, and Katsuki doesn’t notice a thing.

Or maybe he does and he’s choosing to ignore it. He’s not stupid, you know this - he sees a lot more than he lets on. Then again, you’ve loved him for years; you’ve gotten good at hiding it. The feeling didn’t really hit you until middle school, after knowing him a few years. But once it did it hit like a truck, knocking you off your feet and onto Cupid’s arrow. Suddenly the angry boy next door was more than just that - and while you knew you were special to him, too, it wasn’t the same.

A part of you wants to tell him. You’re already bursting at the seams, wouldn’t it be easier? To spill your heart out in front of him? Maybe on one of those nights where he asks you to come to his room. Maybe you should have, after he was captured by the League and then saved by Izuku and the others. The idea has crossed your mind hundreds of times, almost spilling out of your mouth.

A part of you wants to tell him… but then another part of you tells you to keep your mouth shut.

Katsuki’s too focused on becoming the number one hero, right? Work at U.A. wasn’t easy, and to concern him with something so trivial… no. You can’t. What if he doesn’t feel the same, too, will you lose your best friend? The one person you can rely on regardless of what happens? Your dynamic with him was strange, but you know you’re his person, just as he is yours. 

It’s not until you introduce him to a friend from Class B that you realize you’re too late.

“Oh, Katsuki!” You call, waving your hand. Your friend fidgets beside you as Katuski turns around, hands in his pockets. He raises an eyebrow as you motion him towards you, but walks closer anyways, against the traffic of students heading to the cafeteria.

“What do you want?” He asks, eyeing your friend. She smiles, nervously, and you can’t really blame her, with the way he’s staring at her.

“I want you to meet my friend,” you say, and as they introduce themselves - Katuski being crass as usual - you stand by with a smile. It’s been just the two of you for a while (three, if you count Izuku, but you’re sure Katsuki wouldn’t), so it’s good he’s willing to meet others. Maybe everyone in class A has softened him up a bit.

A week passes. Everything is normal. Until it’s not.

In your mind, before the initial heartache, you think to yourself that it makes sense. They cancelled each other out - she was quieter, kinder, able to calm him down when it was necessary. And Katsuki was, well… Katsuki, asshole to the world but sweeter underneath. It makes sense. Opposites attract. Of course.

Then again, all Katsuki had said was that you should invite her when the group went out again - that didn’t mean anything, right? Right?

“Oh,” you start, quickly covering your shaky voice with something more teasing. It rolls off of your tongue easily. You’ve gotten too good at hiding. “What’s this? Does the ever-angry Bakugou Katsuki like someone?”

A pillow is thrown at your head, and you chuckle. It’s fine, this is normal Katsuki, he doesn’t like her -

When you manage to brush your hair out of your face at look at Katsuki again, he’s red. He’s blushing.

Oh, God.

“I’ll, um,” you stammer, and hope he doesn’t notice. Your heart is racing. Oh, God. “I’ll make sure to invite her along next time.”

You can’t be here. He’s looking at you - he knows, he knows something’s wrong, of course he does, he’s your best friend, he -

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I… I just don’t feel very well. I’m gonna go back to my room. See you tomorrow, Katsu.”

You leave before he can say anything else.

The door shuts behind you but the sound is distant, echoing in your mind. All you can hear clearly is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, your footsteps far away as you make your way to the elevator to head back to your room. You don’t run into anyone on the way there, thankfully, but your hands are shaky as you try to put your key into the slot. Please.

You finally get it in, opening your door with a rush. Before you’re even fully submerged in the darkness of your room you feel the tears, burning your eyes like chlorine from a pool. You don’t even make it to your bed, collapsing with your back against the door. Your knees give out and you sink, slowly, to the floor, your final resting place with your head on your knees and you cry. It shouldn’t hurt this bad. You need a painkiller - some Tylenol to cure your heartache. Could Recovery Girl help with this? Does her quirk work for emotional pain?

The sound of your own rattling breaths lures you to sleep.

[kibastray]

Different Anon. You mentioned projects... How many are you working on or... maybe I should ask how many projects do you have? Could you maybe share some with us? Like a list or something?

Oh, oh boy! Did you ask me the wrong question. lol. You want to know what projects I am working on? I’m gonna show you.

Key notes: Free to use = If you like the idea you are free to use it. Just ask about my notes. (Please give credit though) Willing to Share = I would be more than willing to share my notes on the idea and partner up on it with someone if anyone is willing. Not for Sale = Fics/ideas I plan on using and writing myself if it isn’t listed as FtU or WtS then it means that is something dear to me and I want to work on it myself. (these fics/ideas will not be all listed as NfS, so if you don’t see the added tag assume it is NfS) Paragon/Renegade = means good/bad version of the story.  Spin-off = typically a one off of a story already listed and will be listed in a sub-listing of that story. Eh / Da Faq/ Competent Folders = Are all unique and original ideas that I think are either good, meddling, or just plan bad after a second look. 

Each story title will also have a small decryption to go along with it.

With that out of the way my list of projects are under the cut. Enjoy. :3

Side note: I will try and list the fandom things grouped together. I will also try and alphabetize them. 

First up BNHA:

My Hero Academia (most of these can be found in my previously posted BNHA: Fic list) 

Ash Phoenix: An Idea where I ask/answer if OFA is the only quirk that can be merged and be something else entirely. (It will be a bit dark and involve the hidden quirk Izuku and Toga’s quirk combining into something powerful)

Bedlam: A story of Izuku being a combination of Bruce Lee/ Brock Lee. Who needs a quirk when you have martial training that can’t be beat. He is shipped with Momo in this one. (Izuku’s dad is a bastard that dies early and his life insurance helps Inko give Izuku the life he deserves) 

Paragon... Fighting Bedlam: good timeline where Izuku goes to UA, with his girlfriend, Momo like cannon BNHA just without OFA and a lot more confident Izuku with some Midoriya family angst sprinkled in.

Renegade... Hoods of Bedlam: Bad timeline where Izuku and Momo are vigilantes know as Green/Red Hood. They still go to UA but not through the hero coarse. Izuku is in management/business and Momo is in General. This time it is Yaoyororozu family drama that involve Izuku being quirkless. (might also have to do with an surprise pregnancy. This one also has the pair say “f^ck society and it’s rules, we are gonna do what we want”) 

Brain over Brawn: (This one follows a head cannon of mine where Izuku is on a lot of Forms about anything hero) The day he was suppose to grab All-Might’s leg he was just a little to slow and doesn’t get OFA. instead he goes to the Forms shares his impressions of heroes and gets picked up by Nezu. After all what is better the muscle to beat up or a baddy or the knowledge how to? (Free to use)

Champion of Olympus: I give a Fem!Izuku a direct line to the Greek Gods mainly because I want to see a BA Izumi with a bow. It is like Percy Jackson but without the god parents and more Izumi being the first person in generations to interact with the gods.

Epitaph: Izuku gets the strongest and probably worst combo of his parents quirks. Simply put, on Izuku’s quirk registry he can take the heat from an object or person. In truth his quirk is so much more powerful than that. He has the ability to take the life force or soul of living beings. (Free to Use)

Eri’s Big Brother: An angsty fic where Izuku gets kidnapped at an early age, and no one knows what happens to him. That is until the first day of UA when a small white haired kid Aizawa is watching over asks Bakugou “Are you Kacchan?” (Free to use)

FF7 x BNHA No title yet: A story that finds Izuku transported from his old world into a world of heroes and villains after a bomb that should have killed him launched him across dimensions. Izuku is a member of AVALANCHE and shows the world of heroes what a freedom fighter can do. While also finding out that the world of heroes might be more familiar to him than he originally thought

Future Heroes: This one is a future fic with a whole cast of OCs of mine 

In The Name of LoV: Izuku is a villain and is the Co-leader of LoV with Tomura. Photogenic and maybe a little psychotic Izuku addresses the world in videos saying that him and his friends are villains because they ‘Lov’ the world so much.(Izuku is a sweet&charismatic kid who sees heroes as a problem because all society cares about is strong/flashy quirks) (Free to Use)

Izuku!Nomu no title yet: A fic where Izuku tries to follow Bakugou’s advice but is saved by LoV and turned into a Nomu. We follow a guilt ridden Bakugou perspective after that day all the way to the USJ where he finds and frees an Izuku who may be to damaged to ask forgiveness of. (willing to share)

Jet Set Radio x BNHA no title yet: I give Izuku confidence through the power of roller skates and the street art of graffiti in order not only become a hero, but a hero without a quirk. (I think it would be fun to see Prof. K and Present Mic be rival radio hosts where Mic is a public radio host Prof. K is an underground pirate radio dj)

Killing Bites X BNHA no title yet: (TBH I have watched maybe 10min of Killing Bites and that is it. I really like the look of the characters in the show.) Fem!Izuku is has the same power as the honey bager character from KB. She along with countless other quirkless where kidnapped and tested on. Now free Fem!Izuku isn’t quite human after all the DNA experimentations she has been put through. She along with the other test subjects are part animal and have an instinctive drive to fight. 

Persona x BNHA no title yet: Another fic where I have Izuku taking Bakugou’s advice but gaining a quirk instead of dying. Basically I give Izuku personas to summon because I liked how P3 showed the summons. I also have him move schools to Shiketsu, after winning the Sports Festival, and with his move takes UA’s place as #1 hero school with him to Shiketsu. (not gonna lie this one is a bit crazy)

Sharpening my teeth on the rays of the sun: Izuku has an OP quirk based on his parents. He can pull in and eat fire/energy. He finds inspiration from old Norse mythology as a kid and takes on the mantle of “Skoll the devourer of the sun.” He is going to befriend Tokoyami so hard.

Sheep’s Wool hiding Wolves Teeth: Izuku is smart, too smart. he uses the system to his advantage. Most people think Izuku is an angel but people like Bakugou know the truth. They see Izuku pretending and fooling everyone and see him for the manipulative demon pretending to be human he is. (Izuku lacks empathy/morality, and sees play things where humans should be. He will manipulate everyone he can just for his own amusement) (Free to Use)

Spirit Chaser: The world of heroes and spirits collide with Izuku at the epicenter. Izuku is a shrine priest or priestess if you want to do Fem!Izuku. Quirks mean little when ones faith and mantras are just as amazing. (me using all the priest/priestess powers from other anime/manga to come up with his powers and made a pretty OP quirkless teen who can seal spirits, cure villains of hatred, and fight along side the best heroes with nothing more than his families traditions) (willing to share, free to use)

Soul Resonance: A Soul Eater x BNHA fic. Inspired by Ravenclawoutcast13 fic on Ao3. Izuku is a miester and after moving to Nevada at an early age the the DWMA comes back to UA when it is time to be a hero.

Task Force: Izuku is part of a not so secret task force that deals with villains, criminals, and aggressive heroes. Most members of the task force are quirkless and are like Japan’s SWAT. The Task Force is also an internal affairs for the hero system. Because of their no nonsense way they operate most people fear the Task Force and any person reveled to be apart of it. (Willing to Share)

Web Weaver’s Betrothed: An idea came about from two writing prompts; 1. “What is so dangerous about the forest” and 2. My answer to all the Spiderman crossover fics. This fic is ambitious as it combines BNHA, Spiderman, and Yokai together. (Izuku is spiderman, but his own spiderman. and I add forest spirits in for fun)

What is in a name: My very first BNHA fic idea!! I turn the ‘BNHA name explaining someone’s powers’ up to 11 and give Izuku the power of the forest and fay like creatures. Izuku is the fairy king basically.

Paragon... (no name yet) Izuku is a kid with a powerful quirk that transcends all previous quirk types. Watch this little hero work his hardest to get the title he has longed for. (a nice fic, with Izuku/Bakugou friendship)

Renegade... (no name yet) Only a few know Izuku. No one would guess that he is the ‘Fairy King’ that has saved countless kids from harm these last ten years. (an accident puts Izuku into a coma. that won’t stop his heroic spirit from doing what he was born to do. Toga gets to go to UA, Shoto gets to be a normal kid, and Bakugou might get his butt kicked by the army of people that Izuku has helped)

Yakuza!Izuku: Izuku's dad was a big time Yakuza boss in the past. Izuku has been the head of his family for over five years controlling the underground. Which would be good for the underground world if it was what he wanted. And after a fated conversion gets him thinking more about his place in the world Izuku decides to clean house and become a force for good.

Dishonored:

The Royal Consort Series: A three part series where Jessamine lives but Emily goes missing. Emily isn’t truly missing she grows up in the Golden Cat because she was never found and eventually becomes its owner. She and the girls of the Golden Cat replace Daud and the whalers. She is has the mark of the outsider, a kill count and maybe some resentment at what happened all those years ago.

Miraculous Ladybug: 

There is quite a bit of Maribat just fyi

Bio!Family ideas: (Most of these are one-offs and once their stories are posted, will become free to use)

Bio!Dad Obadiah Stane 

Bio!Dad Zod

Bio!Mom Poison Ivy 

Bio!Sister Ace (from the wild flush gang)

Blood Orchid: Marinette’s family is very powerful on her mother’s side and when the Akumas get too powerful in her parents opinion, she is told she will be moving to China. The stress of not being able to decide thing in her own life gets to Marinette and she is akumatized. (Free to Use)

Bounts of Paris: Bleach x MLB. Truth be told I liked Bleach and even liked the filler Bount arc. This AU would be where Master Fu fled Asia after the Soul Reapers Massacred the most of the Bounts. The Kwami are the ‘half-Bounts’ with special powers. They can live on after the human they are connected to die. and can forge new connections with with new humans creating new ‘true-Bounts.’

Casse-Cou: DareDevil x MLB (the idea is a Gift for miraculous786). This is an AU where Marinette is not a seamstress. Instead she is an aspiring lawyer. This does feature a Blind!Marinette but she is makes do in her own way. With a different destiny before her Marinette gets paired with Plagg and becomes The Cat of the Devil, the DareDevil Casse-Cou 

Death of Gods and Men: WitchBlade x MLB. I stumbled across witchblade’s anime and the crossover sounded like a great idea. I mean listen to the WB intro:::  Sought by the greed of men since the dawn of human kind, but only bestowed upon the women whose fate it forever scars...the Witchblade. Is it the righteous sword of God? Or hand of the Devil himself? Now a new bearer has been chosen. And she must discover the answers for herself. As she stands on the brink of destiny, she is forced to seek the balance between ecstasy and ruin. (How could I not!?! I just need to tone down the fan service because WB is thirsty AF)

Demon Princess In Paris: Inuyasha&Yashahime x MLB. Another Fic where Marinette’s family on her mother’s side is very powerful back in China (and Asia as a whole). Lila planned to ruin Marinette when she came back to school after being gone for a week. Only to find Marinette has connections to a very powerful family in Asia. Stranger still Marinette looks nothing like what she did when she left. Little does Lila, or anyone in Paris, know that Marinette is a half-demon of her demon mother Sabine and her human father Tom, and not to forget she is granddaughter to the great Demon Lord Sesshōmaru

Flower Pot: MariBat. The Justice League have to rush to Paris because some new villain is opening time portals. When they get there the villain is already defeated by teenagers. Stranger still once they get close enough Wonder Woman rushes one of them in a hug with a shout of “Ladybug.” After a moment ‘Ladybug’ asks “Flower Pot, is that you!?!” This AU sends Marinette back in time and to the land of Themiscyra when Diana was a little girl. Chaos ensues both in the present and in the past.

Lantern’s Light: Green Lantern x MLB. Different Maribat AUs where I give Marinette a Power ring.

Star!mari: Marinette gets a ring of the Star Sapphires

Merci!mari: Marinette gets a ring of the Red Lanterns

Duty!mari: Marinette gets a ring of the Green Lanterns

Hope!mari: Marinette gets a ring of the Blue Lanterns

Let’s have fun with Miraculous: all of these are just silly ideas that I thought of late at night or early in the morning and wanted to share. All of them are Free to Use)

idea one is just a silly thing trying to figure out what Marinette might call herself after moving to Gotham as the Guardian of the Miraculous.

idea two is a Timinette ship that has Marinette using the Miraculous to heal Gotham. But because Batman is a control freak, she hides her healing as a three ring circus. (made possible by using the mouse miraculous to the max) Tim becomes smitten with the acrobatic performance.

idea three is just a random MLB idea. An entity convinces Fate to let them mess with destiny. that entity whether it is  Spirit, Demon, Devil, or God is Marinette’s new partner. And while the craziness of the Miraculous Ladybug canon is going on with a different ladybug. Marinette is having her own adventures. She is still undecided if this is a better fate than dealing with all the Miraculous stuff like she was suppose to.

Lost Valkyrie: Thor x MLB. A series covering both Miraculous Ladybug and the entire Thor movies (because my brain hats me). Marinette is a Valkyrie that through wormhole nonsense lands in Paris after their defeat by Hela. Marinette is adopted by Tom and Sabine as their daughter. Marinette has amnesia of her time as a Valkyrie. (This one is crazy too and once I get the idea fully written down I will be glad to give it to someone. Free to use- when it is done)

Miraculous Stitching:  Marinette has been getting some magic power from the natural magic radiating off of Tikki. Mari can imbue things with magic into things through her stitch work. (this one is might not be for the squimish, some body horror)

Price of Life- Purest Wish: (inspired by BAllpointbasic “The Price of Life”) A villain worse than Hawkmoth shows up and decimates Paris. Marinette uses the Miraculous wish and offers her life as payment. She is happy being able to save everyone and not cursing anyone else with the pain of losing someone they care about. With the selfish wish she gets reborn as a Kwami. 

Rise of Arachnid: After getting blinded and unable to be healed during an Akuma fight Marinette has to give up being Ladybug. Marinette ends up talk to Hawkmoth and because of her bleeding heart she offers her help after hearing his story. She becomes a very powerful recurring villain that the new Miraculous team have to deal with on top of the normal Akuma. She has the powers of Spiderman and DareDevil. (another Blind!Marinette)

The Forgetten City- Early Renaissance: (Inspired by multifandomscribette “The Forgotten City” series. It is a Young Justice x MLB crossover) The Team go to Paris following The Riddler’s spree of crime. They are helped by local heroes none of them have heard or met before. Once the villain is dealt with the team and is asked, not to kindly, to leave Paris and never come back. 

Pokémon: 

G1RBY: A silly Picachu DJ story I had. She is a talking Pokémon that I drew once and wanted to make into an ask blog. But the VA I had didn’t feel conformable with the idea of having people hear her voice so it is seelved. (Willing to Share)

Shinny Cubone: Proof that I have always had an angsty edge. This is a story of a Cubone dealing with life after their mother dies. But it is okay as their mother’s old teammates are there to help. A Gastly offering help as well. But is everything as it seems? (this was going to be a art blog. but I got lazy and did not want to redraw all my stuff from paper to comp)

RWBY: 

Grimm Masks: Bleach x RWBY... Kinda. A fic where Ruby presumably dies during a mission. She is later found wearing a grimm mask in the same forest she was killed in and seems to be able to control the grimm that share the same mask as her. (Basically got inspired by Ichigo’s hollow mask and thought to give it to Ruby. then as the story demanded it give a mask to the other girls of team RWBY. This was before the whole maiden thing was cannon)

She-Ra (netflix version)

Innocence of an Enemy Soldier: Magicatra Au idea. Catra is She-Ra and Adora is a Horde Soldier. After all the fighting is done and the Princesses have won. To bad things can’t end happily for Catra. Adora finally learns the truth about the horde being the bad guys after she is captured. With that knowledge she asks to be tried for her crimes. Catra needs to work hard to prove her once friend’s innocence otherwise Adora will be executed.

Dissonant Whispers: Catra meets Corrupted She-Ra and wants to scream to bad Corrupted Adora/She-Ra shushes her with a finger to the lips. (I just want to see Catra being small scared cat with pin-prick pupils seeing a slightly blood splattered She-Ra while being being cornered and her voice failing her when She-Ra puts a finger to her lips just as she was about to scream.)

Shadows make and Shadows break: another Magicatra au. alt title (Shadows make and Light breaks). this idea came about because I rewatched the part of She-Ra when Shadow Weaver adopts Adora. The whole “This one is different. Can’t you feel it? She has power...” “Don’t worry little one, we are going to do great things together.” thing. (I want a magic user Adora, and I only have the looses ideas of what I will do with it so far.) Why isn’t there more magic!adora AUs!?!

Original Ideas: 

/The Squad/: (A colab furry Comic/Radio drama I had planned to do with VAs and everything. Had the pilot printed out and everything. Just didn’t get enough VAs.) Crime has become a spectator sport of cops and robbers. Criminals no longer snatch purses or kill people, instead they are closer to performers robbing banks, stealing from museums, street racing and the like. Criminal and Police Officer alike vie for attention of the crowds and the attention of viewers at home. (willing to share)

Dark Skies: A small story based off a photo a friend of mine took. It won me a short story award way back when. I willing share it with artists to so how they want to draw the scene. (willing to share, if you got the willingness to draw. lol)

Competent Folder: Stories I think are good just haven’t done anything with them yet.

Olympian Noire: a 50s Noire story with Olympian characters and references. (needs some grammar edits and a good reread before it is posted again) (Willing to Share after I rework it a little)

Misgivings about Airships: A start of an actual story I was writing but lost most of the progress I made except the first page I had. (a reminder to save often. will come back to it if I ever get over how much I lost of it)

Marked and Scarred: This is my bread and butter. A short hook for a story. Tells you just enough about the characters and world to grab your attention but leaves enough for you to also add details to it if you want. (willing to share/ free to use)

Gremlins: A dream I written down once about ‘Fairy Folk’ and how much they don’t like someone like me. Probably wont ever be finished because I woke up before the dream ended and most people wont find it as unsettling as I did. 

Dragons: Short story. A warning a dragon gave to a ship and its crew about a dangerous storm, unlike any other, that would devastate their homes if they didn’t prepare for it. The dragon later became a symbol for the port town.

Danger Days: Not so much a story and more of a parody of the My Chemical Romance song “Look alive/ Sunshine” as my own type of intro of sorts. 

Badge of Babylon: A fun Colab I did with other people on Facebook a few years back. A changing POV fic involving an Older Thief, a young Page, and Sylph (fairy). The group fell apart sadly. But I saved our saved notes and could still make a decent story out of it. 

All from a Ring: An entire scene that came to mind from a ring holding a broken gem a friend of mine had. And I am pretty proud of it. (needs a little touch ups but it is complete)

Eh Folder: Stories that aren’t bad but don’t inspire anything in me anymore. They range from bland to me needing to be in a certain mindset to be able to add to them. (all of these are Free to use) 

Caterpillar: a story that takes place in older alt timeline where strange creatures exist and follows the diary/journal entries of a man trying to find one of those creatures. At first he thinks it is a dragon, but eventually finds out that it is a kaiju sized caterpillar that has terrifying Lovecraft elements added to it. 

Spider Junk: Was concocted by me after being sick, sleep deprived, or plain crazy while I wrote down this short story. I have no memory writing this but it is in my own hand writing so... It is a story about how your mind can play tricks on you if your mind is not operating properly. 

Psych session: It is a story about a character talking to his psych doctor about a dream/haunting he had about his dead sister. It is a good idea but I really don’t have any drive to continue it. (I am sure someone else could make something out of it)

Da Faq Folder: a series of stories/ideas that are not worth the light of day or the energy it would take to store in your brain. Worse than needing to be deleted. they serve as a reminder to me that not all ideas are worth it. Sometimes we just need to write them down to get over them, drop them completely, or to get out that little bit of nasty we have that needs to get out in a healthy way. 

Holy f^ck that is 65 different stories! This was a bad idea. Seeing them all listed like this is weird. Normally I have them on Microsoft word, Google Docs, or saved on my Tumblr Drafts.

[kagehinataboke]

i don’t really have a prompt in mind but i have this really specific idea for a tdbk high school au where Bakugou is the captain of the basketball team and Todoroki is the captain of the volleyball team and they always get into huge fights and yeah i would just die to see this au if you feel like writing it, ty sm uwu, love your writing ❤️

okay so i’ve been working on this for a while, so sorry for the late response dear!! it sounds like a fantastic idea uwu

i also got really carried away tbh haha, it’s just such a cute au~ i might eventually make it a whole story bc it’s just so dang adorable! ;u; hope you like it anon

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“What do you mean we can’t use the court?” Bakugou slams his hands down on Principal Nezu’s desk hard enough to knock over an innocent cup of pencils. “I’ve had it booked since last week! Who the hell took it?!”

“Language, Katsuki,” Nezu scolds, calmly fixing the cup. “Shouto made a very compelling argument, so the board and I decided to—“

“Dammit, that bastard?” Bakugou sits down hard, knocking over the pencils again. “He can’t keep stealing the court! My team needs to practice, too. What did he tell you this time, huh? Is he spreading rumors about me again?”

“He’s never spread rumors about you,” Nezu sighs, setting the pencil cup on the windowsill to save it from further assault. “Katsuki, it’s simple: his team has more funding and more support from the school board. There’s nothing I can do—“

“Bullshit.” Bakugou stands up to storm out, ripping a volleyball poster off the open door on his way. “Dammit, I’ll deal with it myself. Thanks for nothing.”

Todoroki Shouto is the most annoying, aggravating, horrible person Bakugou has ever met. That asshole constantly steals the court that the basketball team needs, sabotages their attempts to gain new members—and, most importantly, he’s got the support of the entire student council and faculty. Being the captain of the basketball team means nothing when Bakugou is terrible at making social connections.

“Bro, did you ask about the court?” Kirishima appears from thin air, Kaminari and Sero on his heels. “What’d Nezu say?”

“It’s that fucker again,” Bakugou growls, storming into the gym with enough ferocity to scare first-year volleyball members out of the way. “Dammit, Todoroki!” he yells across the gym at the irritating bastard who’s preparing for a serve. “You’re fucking dead!”

“Wait, you can’t just kill him!” Kirishima quickly grabs Bakugou by the arms, saving Todoroki’s shitty fucking pretty boy face in the nick of time.

“Ah, I see you found out about the gym.” Todoroki hands his ball to the vice-captain, Iida, and crosses his arms. “Did you come to fight me for it?”

Bakugou struggles against Kirishima’s grip, but it only gets him an inch closer to Todoroki’s irritatingly calm, unflinching face. “You must think this is a real fucking riot, huh, interfering with everything my team does?! This isn’t over, you fucking Half bastard!”

“You say that every time,” Todoroki calls after him as Kirishima and the others drag him away. “See you later, I guess.”

“Fuck you!”

***

“You’re the worst,” Bakugou says vehemently between impatient kisses down Todoroki’s pale throat. “You’re the worst fucking person I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Yes, I know.” Todoroki’s fingernails dig into his shoulders, spreading pinpricks of heat down his back. Bakugou wants to take a picture of his ruined expression and frame it. “Hey“—the bastard’s gasping now—“don’t leave marks.”

“Shut up.” Bakugou bites his collarbone spitefully, igniting Todoroki’s yelp. “You piss me the hell off. Give me back my court and I’ll consider being less rough.” He accentuates the threat with another bite. Fuck Todoroki Shouto and his dumbass ‘no marks’ bullshit. As if Bakugou would listen to him when he’s pissed off—or, fuck, even when he isn’t.

“Blackmailing me won’t work,” Todoroki replies with the same irritatingly docile expression. “I like it rou—“ He gasps when Bakugou kisses him harshly on the mouth. He was just about to say he likes it rough, this motherfucker.

Yes, Bakugou despises Todoroki more than anyone else in the world—but that may be the exact reason he likes seeing him defenseless and at his complete mercy so damn much. Hate-fucking him in a janitor’s closet has become a perpetual, reluctant, and mostly accidental habit that he tries to refrain from… but never can.

After they’re finished, Bakugou always feels like something is left unresolved, and no amount of cursing or regret will fix it. The two-tone bastard Todoroki doesn’t seem to share his thoughts, though. “Hey… You should come to my game tomorrow.”

“What, you mean the one that you stole my gym time to practice for?” Bakugou scoffs while pulling on his wrinkled jersey. “How about fuck you?”

“You do a good enough job of that on your own,” Todoroki replies evenly, slipping on his red practice jacket and zipping it up to his neck to hide the dark blemishes there. “You left hickeys all over me again, so it’s really the least you could do.”

“Just because I sometimes fuck you in closets doesn’t make us friends, or anything close to it,” Bakugou reminds, slinging his practice duffel over his shoulder and flipping off Icy Hot on his way out. “I still don’t fucking like you. Bye.”

“It’s at three o’clock!” Todoroki calls after him before the door closes, pissing Bakugou off even more. He won’t do this ever again, he swears—and he definitely won’t go to that stupid fucking game, either.

***

“You’re going to the volleyball game?” Kirishima is so surprised that he misses his free-throw, and the rogue basketball hits Kaminari in the head. “But… why?”

“Oi, proper passes asshole!” Bakugou yells at a first-year before answering, “I thought about it, and it’s a good chance for revenge. That dick Todoroki is always stealing members and support from us, so it’s time to get back at him.”

Kaminari pauses mid-dribble to raise an eyebrow disbelievingly. “That’s the only reason? You sure?”

“What exactly are you implying, huh?” Bakugou elbows him on his way to center court. “What other reason could there be? I’m just going to fuck with him.”

“But do you really even hate Todoroki, though?” Kaminari asks with a frown. “I mean, you guys are like… Ugh, you know when two people both like and hate each other at the same time? You’re, like, uh… Help me out here, Kirishima.”

“Frenemies?”

“Frenemies! You guys are like frenemies. I mean, you wouldn’t be so bothered by that guy if you didn’t like him at least a little.”

“Fuck you,” Bakugou scoffs, smacking the basketball out of his hand. “I’m going for sabotage reasons: that’s it.”

“Me too!” Sero calls suddenly from across the gym, elbowing a first-year in the chest when he throws his hand up. After apologizing and passing his ball to Shinsou, he trips over to them. “I wanna come, too. Uh, you know, to help with the espionage.”

Kaminari rolls his eyes. “You guys have fun, then. I’m not going.”

“Nobody fucking asked you to.” Bakugou takes a position at the three-point line. “I only told you two so you’d keep an eye on practice for me.” He takes a shot and it sails straight into the basket. “Just make sure nobody dies—and for fuck’s sake, get these shitty first-years to improve their damn passes!”

“Aren’t you worried Principal Nezu will be mad if you’re there?” Kirishima interjects. “He knows you hate Todoroki’s guts. He’ll definitely suspect something.”

“He won’t suspect shit.” Bakugou pulls the sweatband off his wrist and tosses it to Kaminari with a smirk. “Just wait and see: I’ll pay that pretty boy over ten-fucking-fold.”

“Pretty boy?” Kirishima echoes.

“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou makes another three-pointer, but he can’t focus on his game when the memory of Todoroki’s stupid face is haunting him. Sometimes he can’t get the look of that bastard out of his head—of Todoroki’s parted lips and splayed hips; of Bakugou’s own hands on that delicate porcelain skin.

Shit, he already wants to break his promise and fuck him again. If he goes to the game and sees Todoroki playing, he might just have to. Sweaty skin, a neckline low enough to show off the marks Bakugou left, and those tight, tight shorts— Oh fuck, he’s totally done for.

Shit, Bakugou’s riled up now. He passes his ball to Kirishima with an irritated scoff. “Fucking take this. I’ll be right back.”

“What? Wait, where are you—“

Bakugou slams through the gym doors before he can finish his sentence, punching a locker hard enough to dent it. “Calm down,” he orders himself. His body is basically flipping him off, though. “I hate him. I hate him.” He has to say it twice to make it sound believable. Lately, Bakugou has been struggling to put a name to his feelings. Hate is there, but it’s not the only thing he feels anymore. Why did he become closer to Todoroki in the first place? How can he possess him one second and let him go the next? It doesn’t make any sense if he takes time to think about it.

“Fuck.” Bakugou punches the locker again. Pain is one thing he has no trouble feeling. “Fuck,” he says again, resting his head against the dented metal.

Maybe he shouldn’t go. If he sees Todoroki at the game, he’ll… Well, he honestly doesn’t know what he’ll do. Hit him? Maybe. Kiss him? Probably. Fuck him again? Almost definitely.

***

The amount of people that show up to a volleyball game is… depressing. Bakugou has never seen a crowd of more than eighty people at a basketball game, but there’s well over a hundred here. He’s scowling as he sits down in a seat where that bastard Todoroki won’t see him. What is it about volleyball? Basketball is way fucking harder. Sure, Bakugou’s never seen a volleyball game before, but their practices look easy as hell. Dammit, he’s forgetting why he came here: there’s a job to do.

“Sero, did you remember to bring it?” Bakugou whispers, keeping his eyes trained on the court. The Half bastard hasn’t shown up yet. “Sero? Sero— For fuck’s sake, what are you doing?”

Sero jumps, quickly ripping his gaze away from the face of the volleyball tram’s vice-captain. “Oh, uh… sorry. I brought it.” He digs in his bag to retrieve a package of marbles. “Isn’t this plan too childish, though? And some people could get seriously hurt.”

“It’s just fucking marbles. Don’t be a pussy.” Bakugou snatches the package from him and rips it open. “As soon as the game hits the second set, you trip me and spill these all over the court. Got it?”

“Yeah,” Sero agrees reluctantly, eyeing Iida again. It’s no secret he’s got a thing for him. “…I got it.”

“Good. Stay on your toes and…” Bakugou’s mouth goes completely dry when Todoroki steps onto the court. It’s hard to explain, but there’s something… different about the way he looks right now. His eyes are filled with such unnerving intensity that it makes Bakugou shiver. He could be thinking about his classes or the hickeys that are just visible above the collar of his uniform, but his mind seems laser-focused on the game ahead.

Fuck, he’s beautiful. Who the fuck gave him the right to be this hot? Bakugou silently drinks up the sight of him running, jumping, blocking—everything that makes his heart slam suicidally against his chest cavity. Point after point; Todoroki’s team scores again and again, easily taking the first set. Bakugou doesn’t even remember what he’s supposed to be doing until Sero’s shoulder roughly smacks into his arm.

He falls forward, throwing out his hands to right himself. As he does, the marble package slips from his hands, cascading over the heads of the row in front of them to tumble across the gym floor. The world stops, time crawling to a painful halt. Todoroki had been mid-jump, about to serve. The marbles have spread across the court, and he lands on one almost immediately. The chaos is more broad-spread than expected: both teams are down.

Everyone is too busy panicking to look for the source of the incident, but Todoroki’s gaze pierces straight through the crowd. Bakugou makes direct eye contact with him before vaulting the bleacher railing and disappearing into the hall. He fucked up. Or, no, he succeeded. He wanted to cause destruction, and he most definitely did. But, then… why does he feel so shitty?

He embarrassed Todoroki. Wasn’t that his goal from the start? He has no reason to be filled with… What is this feeling, anyway? Guilt? No fucking way. Bakugou refuses to even think about feeling guilty. But staring at the locker he punched, the sensation builds and builds until it’s unbearable. It was an accident. Even if he was planning it, it was still an accident. But fuck, he shouldn’t have to justify it at all. What the hell—

A fist catches him in the jaw “What the fuck—“ Bakugou gasps when hands seize him by the collar, slamming him against the dented locker. It’s hard to believe what he’s seeing. “What… Todoroki?”

Bakugou has never seen Todoroki angry before, and he wishes he didn’t have to see it now. His stormy eyes are full of raw, unbridled rage. He’s quite clearly pissed off. The emotion is even clearer in his voice. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

The question is so cold and serious that it’s impossible to give a joking response. “I… didn’t mean to.”

“You’re lying.” Todoroki’s fists clench against Bakugou’s shirt. “I invited you because I thought things could change, but they can’t, can they?” The anger drains from his eyes as quickly as it appeared, grip slackening on Bakugou’s collar. “You must… really hate me, huh?”

The words feel like bullets. Why does it hurt so much to hear them? Bakugou does hate him. He hates looking at him and hearing his voice and being powerless against his charm. But he can’t stop coming back for more and more of Todoroki Shouto, like he’s a drug. A drug with too many damn side-effects. Doubt, insecurity, fear, and something else… Something deeper that’s too hard to think about.

“So it’s true?” Todoroki shakes his head and releases him when Bakugou doesn’t say anything. “I guess this is it, then. I’m done being the object of your amusement. This isn’t a game.” He backs a few steps away, but the distance feels like miles.

If he keeps going, there won’t be a problem: Bakugou can probably go on believing he despises him. But the Half bastard always has to ruin everything, so he stops and looks over his shoulder. “For what it’s worth… I never once hated you.”

Dammit. Why did it have to be this way? It would be so much easier if Todoroki hated him. They could keep being at odds with each other, fighting over who gets to use the gym, bickering with Nezu about club funding. In the end, though, that’s impossible. Bakugou knows deep down what he wanted from the start—what he still wants now. He can’t make complete sense of his emotions, but… maybe he doesn’t have to.

“Todoroki.” Bakugou is surprised by the rawness of his voice. He’s supposed to be walking away, not closer. “Don’t.”

Don’t… what? Don’t go, don’t stay? He’s even confusing himself. But there’s no going back now: Todoroki has turned to face him again, lips parted in a yet-to-be-voiced question. Bakugou doesn’t let him speak, taking him by the wrist. Where his fingers touch Todoroki’s soft skin, he can feel a rapid-fire pulse. It skyrockets even more when they kiss.

Todoroki loses his balance, gripping fistfuls of Bakugou’s shirt when he slams him against the dented locker. A noise of protest rumbles from the back of his throat when Bakugou’s tongue slips into his mouth, but he could care less. His head is screaming. This stupidly annoying, beautiful bastard is all he wants right now. Fuck, is this what he’s been waiting for? For this shot of clarity? 

He doesn’t hate Todoroki Shouto at all. He never did. No, in fact, he just might be madly in love with him.

With a gasp, Todoroki finally manages to separate their mouths. “What the… hell do you… think you’re doing?”

He’s so out of breath that he can barely speak. Doesn’t this dumbass know to breathe through his nose? It pisses Bakugou off even more. “You god damn idiot.” He presses Todoroki’s back harder against the locker. “‘This isn’t a game’? I never saw this as a fucking game, asshole. You started shit with me, and I wanted to finish it.”

Todoroki grabs his wrist, eyes aflame again. “I’m not the one who picks fights with you. I admit that I don’t treat you properly, but I never start things directly. You’re the one who’s always hanging around, threatening me.” He scoffs softly. “It’s because you hate me, isn’t that right? You despise me.”

“Motherfucker…” Bakugou slams his fist against the wall to keep from punching Todoroki’s stupid fucking pretty face. “Are you stupid? I’ve never once said I hate you, Half n’ Half. Not fucking once.”

“You’re going to tell me you don’t? After everything you’ve done?” Todoroki pushes his head away from the wall, eyes steely. “Why would I ever believe you?”

Fuck. Does Bakugou have to say it? To say it will mean admitting it to himself first. Can he do that? Can he throw away years of resentment so easily? Then again, maybe that resentment has been disappearing for a while. When was the last time he thought about Todoroki with disgust? Or, rather… has he ever?

“I don’t hate you,” Bakugou mutters eventually. All the strength rushes out of him, and he drops his head against Todoroki’s shoulder. “I don’t hate you at all. I think I actually… Fuck. I think I actually like you a lot.”

It’s been a long time since Bakugou’s told the truth like this. Todoroki’s eyes convey his shock at the pure honesty in the words, but he doesn’t get a chance to respond. People are filing out of the gym, their loud voices carrying down the hallway—including Todoroki’s teammates.

“Fuck,” Bakugou mutters, backing up down the hall. “I’ll… see you later.”

Todoroki starts to protest, but Bakugou has already turned to run.

***

Bakugou isn’t sure how far or for how long he’s walked, but he should’ve been home twenty minutes ago. Ha… Not like it matters. What the fuck has he gone and done? He confessed to Todoroki, even though his feelings are a total mess. God, he’s so fucking dead. Why the fuck would he go and say such stupid shit?

“Ugh… Fuck me.” Bakugou collapses on a park bench, tearing his hands through his hair. “Dammit. Fucking idiot. What the hell is wrong with you, Katsuki? Oh my god, I can never show my face at school again. I’ll move to fucking Osaka and start bartending or some shit. Fuck. I wanna die…”

“Bakugou?”

For a moment, he thinks he must be imagining things. Why, at the peak of his misery, would Todoroki appear to worsen things? The universe can’t possibly be that cruel. Oh, but of course it can. Todoroki Shouto is standing in front of him, wearing casual clothes and a streetlight halo. Fuck. He’s as stupidly beautiful as ever. The universe really is an asshole, isn’t it?

“How did you find me?” is all Bakugou can manage to say. He hasn’t been yelling, but his voice is raw.

“I live near here. I couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk.” Todoroki’s eyes glow in the soft fluorescent lamplight when he takes a step closer. “Are you… okay?”

“You shouldn’t be asking me that, asshole.” Bakugou lowers his head, too embarrassed to look him in the face. They’ve been in far more intimate situations, yet this somehow feels like the most exposing of all. “Just go back home. I’m not ready to talk yet.”

Of course, Todoroki never listens to him. He sits down, close enough for their shoulders to touch. “Did you mean what you said back there?”

“I’m not a fucking liar,” Bakugou grumbles irritably. “I meant it, even if I don’t fully understand it. I like you.” He lets out a breath. What a tremendous weight that’s been lifted… “Fuck. I like you so fucking much, it hurts.”

For the first time since they met, Bakugou lets himself look at Todoroki without a hint of anger. The other emotions that take its place are immediately overwhelming, and Bakugou can’t stop himself from reaching out to brush a fingertip across Todoroki’s soft bottom lip. It’s different from the way he’s touched him before, always full of mindless lust and spite. This is a gentle ache; one that starts in his chest and gradually moves through his whole body like a wildfire.

Todoroki’s breath catches quietly, which is more than enough to send Bakugou into cardiac arrest. He wants him. He wants all of him right now, but in a much different way than before. Rather than doing it to hurt him, Bakugou wants Todoroki Shouto to willingly belong to him. He wants to touch him so gently that he forgets everything else in the world.

“Can I…” Bakugou starts, voice deep and raspy with unchecked desire. His composure is steadily dissolving. Fuck, he wants to melt into him like ice cream on hot pavement. 

Thank god, Todoroki wants it as much as he does. He’s barely finished nodding before Bakugou’s tongue is in his mouth, fingers sliding under his sweatshirt. Fuck, his skin is soft. His saliva tastes like fucking peppermint. Was kissing him always this good? Bakugou’s thirst for him is utterly insatiable. Shit. Hate-fucking is nothing compared to whatever this is.

“Wait,” Todoroki gasps when Bakugou’s hand slips up his inner leg. “Not here, Bakugou—“

“First name,” Bakugou interrupts gruffly, gripping Todoroki’s thigh tighter to shut him up. He’s been waiting for this for a long time, he realizes. Fuck, it’s too good. “If you like me, use my first name.”

Todoroki doesn’t even hesitate. “Katsuki,” he whispers in an absolutely disastrous way. “Katsuki, I like you, too. I like you.”

Fuck, those damn words… He’s definitely trying to destroy him. But even so, it feels too amazing to care. Wreck me, Bakugou wants to say. Bite me. Break me. Bloody me. Tear me up completely.

To be destroyed by Todoroki Shouto might be all he’s ever wanted.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Hello! I would like to ask if there was any fic out there with a succubus/demon who lured the other into having sex with them. Or any fic that has tentacles?? Nothing specific tbh ^^’ but thank you!

Hiya! We’ve made an Succubus/Incubus/Demon Izuku mini-list, and here we’ll include some new ones that were posted after we made that list as well as Succubus/Incubus/Demon Katsuki fics and Tentacle fics 😊

-Ellie

15 Works.

Succubus/Incubus/Demon Izuku (cont.)

Lucky for Me by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 4,837 | 2/2 )

Izuku, Katsuki’s summoned succubus, takes an attack meant for him. Katsuki decides to deal with an unwanted rush of emotion in the only way that makes sense between them.

Kinktober, prompts are wings and rimming.

SeriesPart 8 of Kinktober 2017

Slaves to Sin by KingHugin, LacyLove ( E | 5,994+ | ½ )

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Unless of course those good intentions revolves around doing whatever it takes to get some dick. Then it’s just……the road to hell.

OR

Izuku is an incubus who rather fancies his master Father Katsuki. Too bad Katsuki refuses to feed him what he really likes. Ah well, Izuku faking his almost death should fix that right?

The End is the Beginning by Slytheringirl98 ( E | 6,534+ | 2/? )

Death isn’t the end, at least not for Izuku when a tragedy occurs to him at a young age. But he was saved by none other than the King of Hell. Now, he’s an omega demon princess (yes princess), who still wants to be a hero and still gets train by All Might.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Underage]

Succubus/Incubus/Demon Katsuki

I Summoned a Demon 101: an In-comprehensive guide to Corporeal Demon Do’s and Don'ts by EAter ( E | 96,150+ | 36/? )

Midoriya Izuku was born with a quirk: the ability to summon and bind demons from an alternate plane to do his bidding. With only a few days left until the UA entrance exam and still no offensive-type demons in his arsenal, Izuku makes a desperate venture at summoning one corporeal, a feat he had never before attempted. He’d say it was a success- but he doesn’t actually know if it’ll be more a help or a hindrance. Especially since Bakugou Katsuki is, well, kind of a shit.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Dubious Consent | Panic Attacks | Dissociation | Discussion of Rape | Mention of Child Abuse]

(Note: This work has the tag “Tentacle Dick.”)

The World Is Silent (we are loud) by RedHeadsRock1010 ( T | 62,233+ | 14/? )

“I hate you,” he said with all the darkness he could muster, eyes pinched and burning red.

The Angel burst into tears.

Katsuki startled, losing control of his anger and backing up with wide eyes. The Angel continued to sob with bright tears spilling over his chubby, freckled cheeks.

Where was the hatred? The resentment? The righteous fury the Angel felt at seeing the worst person in the world? Every single Angel and Demon before them fought to the bitter end, constantly at a stalemate where neither had the upper hand. Their antagonism kept the balance, but this Angel was ruining it.

A Reaper’s Assistant by TatoBugTheDestroyer ( T | 23,121 | 14/14 )

What kind of fucktard is in charge here? What dumbass thought it was a good idea to pair Katsuki with an angel! Of all creatures to help him play the role of a reaper, they chose an angel! He didn’t even need any help, dammit! So, yeah, he missed a few deadlines, accidentally delivered a few people to the wrong place, so fucking what! He damn sure didn’t need help!

-Or-Reaper Katsuki fucks up and as a result, is paired up with Izuku, a High Councilman angel of Heaven to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Bound to You by Magefeathers ( T | 5,751 | 1/1 )

There were a few moments of nothing but the static, and Izuku feared that maybe the demon had disconnected after all. But then the voice spoke again, and this time it was flat, listless, without any of the anger and fire Izuku had come to expect from it.

“I exist to destroy you, Midoriya Izuku,” he repeated. When he continued his voice was bitter, and almost sad. “I’m bound to you. I am going to steal your breath from you, because that’s the only way for me to be free. Sooner or later, one way or another, I willdestroy you.”

love black as sin by clairesail ( E | 7,394 | 1/1 )

Kacchan has always been something ethereal to him. Magnificent, beautiful. Someone Midoriya’s own mortal hands were not worthy of touching. Little did he know how right that feeling had been.

Only, not in the way he expected.

A Dying Breed by VMarus ( M | 12,013+ | 3/? )

The kingdom was under strick rule, technology rising and taking hold, magical creatures were slowly being hunted either for cash or for different qualities. Tribesman were forcably removed from their homes because of the Kingdom, the Kings excuse of merging them in with them or as he called it bringing them to civilization.

Bakugou was sick of this, sick of the way the Kingdom treated his people as if they weren’t people at all. He wanted change

But what was Izuku’s role in all this?-

Fantasy AU

Bakugou is appart of a dying tribe and looking to make a stance against the Kings rule. Izuku is just a young village boy who somehow gets strung along by his morals and need to help.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | Racial Slurs | Homophobia]

Fuel for the Fire by EclecticIsMyMiddleName ( E | 12,630+ | 1/13 )

Hell is full of demons, and Bakugo Katsuki is one the most infamous (or should we say, “popular”?). His job is to give the demon fuckers what they want in exchange for their souls. Sure, he enjoys the “perks” of his job as an incubus, but he’s never felt anything for his victims.

Until now.

Alternatively Titled: “Izuku Accidentally Summons an Incubus and Learns About Demon Anatomy”

[Major Character Death]

The human who made the demon lose it by ThunderHavia ( E | 4,010+ | 2/? )

Bakugou katsuki is a demon in search of his prey, then he finds Midoriya Izuku.

[On Hiatus] 7 Sins by Agent_Fluff ( E | 5,704+ | 1/7 )

Izuku gets invited to a party where he knows his childhood crush and on-again off-again friend would be. He wants to repair their friendship—but before he can get anywhere with Katsuki, some kids from a rival school crash the party. Katsuki, being the leader he is, confronts them outside.

Hours pass, and Katsuki still hasn’t returned.

AKA the Jennifer’s Body AU nobody asked for.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Icarus by BrightEyesEren ( M | 32,397+ | 4/9 )

“Young man, let me tell you the story of an angel born without wings.”

What’s the difference between an angel with wings and an angel without them? Between sin and enjoyment? Between living a life of purity and a life of freedom?

Izuku summons a demon by the name of Katsuki to find out.

Fight for the fall by Ereri_Garbage ( T | 1,205 | 1/1 )

Angels, probably had a worser fate than demons. When an angel aged 16 years they were returned to the heavens to be tested by god and to see if they were fit to live amongst the clouds with the strongest warriors or doomed to live a life on earth, fallen.

Super unedited, just trying to get back into the writing spirit here guys. I might expand on this but for now it’s more of a food for thought kind of thing.

[On Hiatus] The Demon King’s Bridegroom by doki_for_you ( T | 577+ | 1/? )

**REVISING!!!** I have no idea where this story is going so I’m going to first complete it before uploading it! Might delete and re-upload in the future. Sorry and thank you!

Cursed with magic, Izuku Midoriya was never able to find a place for himself… Until the so-called Demon King whisks him away, giving him a place to call home and claims him as apprentice and significant other. But this image of tranquility slowly crumbles when Izuku realizes there is more to himself than what meets the eye; something that the Demon King refuses to reveal to him.

[purging-foxfire]

Just One Step Away

This is for @bicyclestandard, I hope you like it.

@bnhasummerexchange Thanks for organizing this!!

Notes: I hope you like it! It took me awhile, because beach prompts are really difficult for me (I love them though). So, it kinda turned into angst with some rare moments of fluff... In the end I wrote it for Tododeku, because I’m way more used to them (I’m horrible at writing Bakugou...). I learned that writing about road trips with angst ends up in chaos, tbh.

Pairing: Tododeku

Ao3

"Will you... stay?"

Stones scrapped his feet and the sun shined too bright. He could hear some birds, even see some fly around and there were little children running around, asking their parents for ice cream. He could use some ice cream. He told Uraraka as much and she laughed at him. Despite the obvious heat, everyone walked forward, ignoring it completely. It's not like they had a choice. They promised after all. Well, if you could call that stupid dare a promise. "Deku?... We are here." Hearing Uraraka's voice, he looked up. Towards the blue waves surrounding the ground they stood on. Never did he fear them as much as at that moment. It was an uncontrollable fear that tore apart his soul and made him feel uncomfortable. Everyone knew that. But that's why they gave him this dare. Izuku was careless; He thought it was a silly game of Truth or Dare and nothing more. Of course, they would strike at the moment, he didn’t expect anything. He should have, but he didn't.

Currently, they were sitting around a fire, preparing something to eat, and giving him time before his dare. They thought he needed it. Izuku thought otherwise. Honestly, it made him feel sick. With every second that passed, his breathing fastened and he could his heartbeat, mixed with the sound of the rushing waves, covering sand and stones. There was still the chipping of the birds and some hushed talking from his classmates, as they tried to do anything than to look at him, but failed to some part. They meant well, Izuku knew that. But just because he knew that, didn't mean that his mind understood that. They just made it worse. Slowly, he closed his eyes and tried to think about anything. Anything other than this. He thought about the books of the school's library that had a particular smell, which reminded him of home, his mother and her romance novels and cookbooks. Then he remembered the plants that used to stand in the corridors. He didn't know what they were called, but he always found them pretty. That's when he heard them. Footsteps, not quiet but also not too loud. With a slow pace, they came into his direction, until they stopped in front of him. He could feel the wooden texture of the bar he sat on, and the cool breeze of the wind. He wanted to stand up and run away, he wanted to throw up. Instead he opened his eyes.

It was a last-minute decision. It shouldn't have happened, but it was Izuku's turn and Shouto was the one sealing his fate. Because Izuku chose dare, and all the silly thoughts about making him carry someone, were replaced with memories of Izuku sitting in the hospital room, not touching his glass of water... and Shouto knew it had to change. "I dare you to come on a beach road trip with us." He remembered his best friend's green eyes filled with fear, as he glanced at Shouto. It felt like looking into a mirror, because often he would carry that look, when he knew no one was around. Izuku was more open with such things, and that's why Shouto was sure it was for the better. But now... "Maybe, this was a bad idea," he mumbled, sitting down on the ground. "No, it wasn't." Someone sat down beside him. "Midoriya needs this, and everyone knows it." Finally, Shouto glanced to his side. Kirishima grinned at him, before he pointed at a direction with his hand. "Look." Izuku was talking to Bakugou.

"Help! M-Mommy... help!" It was quiet. Amongst the loud, crashing sound of the attacks hitting the ground, the waves covering almost everything in sight, and thunder approaching, it was quiet. "Mommy.... he... lp" The other two heroes were too focused on the villain, trying to protect the civilians, who still couldn't flee. They threw different kind of attacks around, punched and kicked, just to make sure the villain was too occupied to harm the civilians. And then amid of such an attack Izuku heard it. "He... lp..." (So, so quiet.) His eyes widened, as realization hit him, and then he didn't waste one second. He turned, and sprang into the unforgiving water. The coldness of it cut his skin like blades of a knife and tried to drag him down like chains. But his eyes were wide open, and his ears on alert, no matter how loud the waves' tune was. Because there was a difference between him and the two other heroes. He heard her, and now he stretched his arms out, every intention to safe her with those hands attached to them. How unfortunate that the villain saw him, and found her faster. How unfortunate that the two heroes who previously held him off, laid on the ground, not moving. How unfortunate that the villain's quirk was related to water. Never would Izuku forget that drowning body of a little girl, and how the water around them turned red. Or the sand colored in a dark red, and how the backup arrived too late. It was the first time he truly couldn't save someone. (He was so close and yet so far.)

His green orbs settled on the back of his childhood friend, who was currently talking with - more like yelling at - Iida. For Katsuki to willing start a conversation with Izuku, instead of the opposite, must have meant that he really looked more than messed up, miserable. Of course, more than half of the words spoken to him were insults, but Izuku could tell that Katsuki held back. He had to chuckle at that. Katsuki holding back at insulting someone, especially Izuku? Impossible. Except that he really held back, and Izuku was lost. "Move your ass, we're only here because you're a fucking wimp." The words hurt and he wished Katsuki wouldn't have spoken them. But deep down, he knew they made more than sense. He had to face it, and so he stood up. With shaking legs, he walked towards the waves, ignorant of the mismatched eyes staring at him. You're too near, his mind whispered, but he ignored it and slowly he held his foot out, ready to touch the water and he did. For a short moment. It was so cold, and memories filled him. All he could think about was red. Her blood mixing with the the water. As fast as possible he stepped away from the water, turned around and walked away. His hands were balled into fists and it hurt. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. (How pathetic.) For the rest of the day no one talked to him. Instead pitying glances in his direction were common.

"I'll go back to the van to get the some more stuff. Does someone need something?" Kirishima's loud voice brought him back to reality. Shouto blinked, unsure why almost everyone was shouting different things. "Todoroki? Do you need something?" He glanced to his side, where Kaminari grinned at him. "What?" Noticing his classmate's confusion, Kaminari told him why everyone was talking - more like shouting at - to Kirishima. "Ah... no, thank you. I don't need anything." With a nod, Kaminari went off to ask someone else, whilst Shouto finally decided to do the one thing he wanted to do the whole day: to talk with Izuku. Observing his surroundings, Shouto found his classmate staring at the waves. With slow steps he walked to him, only to stop abruptly, once he got closer. "You can do it... stop being so... pathetic... the... water.... blue not red... can..." Balling his hands into fists, Shouto took a breath. It wasn't fair. Izuku shouldn't have to think like that whenever he saw water. Not him. Never him. He stepped even nearer, before he quietly spoke up, "Izuku?" As his friend didn't hear him the first time, Shouto spoke a bit louder the second time. "Izuku?" Said boy jumped in shock and turned quickly to look at him. "... Shouto? Is something? Are you okay?" He really wanted to scoff. For God's sake, literally everyone knew that the trip was for Izuku, because he didn't feel well. And here he was, asking Shouto if he was okay. He must have showed what he thought about the other's question, because Izuku was smiling sheepishly at him. "Sorry... I just thought you might need help... for something more important." Shouto sighed, before shaking his head softly. "Izuku, stop being a moron." Then he put his hands on his friend's shoulders, and looked him directly into his eyes. Those green orbs stared at him, filled with surprise. "Wha-" "It's important." And then he smiled warmly at the other, pretty sure his eyes were filled with affection for the other. "Your feelings are important, Izuku." "... Shouto..." Suddenly, he realized how close they faces were, and Shouto stepped back, looking to the side to hide his blush from the other. "... Thank you." Shouto closed his eyes, content standing beside the other.

On the third day, and their last day at the beach, Izuku finally walked into the water. Everyone was playing around and talking. With the exception of Izuku and Shouto, who were standing at the same spot as the day before. Izuku was gripping his friend's hand tighter, still uncomfortable. In fact, it was clear he would always feel a bit uneasy when he came in contact with water. That probably wouldn't change, not after not being able to save someone for the first time. It was a wake-up call, one that he really needed (but wished he didn't have). But everyone knew, that no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he needed to be able to face water and interact with it, if he wanted to continue as hero. He himself knew that as well, and he tried, but it was easier said than done. There was just something disturbing about imaging water turning into blood with severed body parts swimming in it. How many times did he throw up after that? He couldn't even remember. After that, there was just so much stress building up, and he spent days closed in his house, refusing to come out. After that they send him to therapy, once he finally came outside. No matter how many villains he already fought in his time at the academy, there was just a difference in both experience and situation. They told him to get a hobby, a distraction. He tried, and ended up with art lessons and many sketchbooks. It helped for a while, until they realized that he couldn't handle water on a job. It was thanks to Shouto's arrival, that everything went well. Everyone tried to tell him, that he should deal with it, get better, but he outright refused. And clearly, Shouto had enough, so he used the chance in the form of a game. One week of vacation. One week of traveling around to places with beaches. On week to get used to water once again. "Izuku?" He looked up into Shouto's concern filled eyes, and tried to smile slightly. Then he slowly took a breath and looked at the water. He could do this. He wasn't that pathetic. He was a hero, damnit. He felt Shouto squeezing his hand, and closed his eyes. Justdon'tlookatitJustdon'tlookatitJust- he stepped into the water. Breath, Izuku. He felt like his feet were burning, and someone was peeling the skin from them. He knew that was only his mind and his fear, working together to scare him, but it hurt- And he opened his eyes, let go of Shouto's hand and stepped hastily out of the water on the warm, almost burning sand. He couldn't look at the water, and he was sure Shouto was disappointed in him. So, he looked at the ground unable to face his friend. How pathetic. "Izuku." Why did he sound so excited? "Izuku." And suddenly there were two hands grasping his shoulder and turning him around. Finally, he lifted his head and- And he stopped breathing for a moment. Shouto was smiling at him, and oh God, he looked breathtaking. "I... I'm... uh..." "You did well, Izuku." His feet were burning on the sand, but he couldn't feel the pain. God, what did he do to deserve a friend like Shouto?

The stars were oddly comforting, and he loved looking at them, but he couldn't help but catch himself glancing at the glittering surface of the sea occasionally. It still made him sick, but now there was something else. He just didn't know what. But it was... relieving. Still, in the end he didn't get better. A part of him - the logical one - knew that it wouldn't be that easy, that it would take time and that's the specific reason why his friends insisted on a road trip. Because it simply would give them the time. Though, that didn't stop the other part of him to feel disappointed, especially since he somehow, against his own wishes, dragged everyone else into his problem. They shouldn't have to deal with it all, it's his responsibility, after all. "Izuku?" He looked up and tried to smile. He's gotten used to Shouto saying his given name. He still felt warm whenever he heard it. So, he responded in kind. "Shouto." It's silly, but here they were sitting beside each other, and he just didn't know what to say. He wanted to thank Shouto, but he also wanted to apologize for being a failure. Then there was that hopeless part of him, that just never wanted to look at anything but Shouto, because Shouto was precious. "I meant it." Izuku blinked, torn out of his thoughts. "You did well." And he wanted to protest, to scream and cry, because it was the opposite. He didn't do well, and he should have down better, and why was he thinking about that little girl and her blond curls, floa- But he did well, argued another part of him. Because Shouto spoke those words with so much genuineness and how did Izuku have the right to doubt him? It hurt to think, to decide, but he already knew something. One thing. And that's why he grasped the other's hand. He didn't want to let go. "It's okay to take little steps. You know that the best, Izuku." So, he decided to speak up, even though it didn't have anything to do with the water (but in a twisted way, it had everything to do with the water). It were words he was long overdue on saying.

"You have to turn left, Sero-kun." "I know!" Laughter and singing filled the van, and Ochako couldn't be happier. Such a vacation was a good idea, and she loved the atmosphere surrounding them. Even Bakugou seemed happier, and that had to mean something (considering he had a frown on his face). Her eyes wandered to the back, were Izuku and Shouto were sitting beside each other, their fingers entwined and a peaceful expression on both their face. With a smile she moved a bit closer, and took her phone out. She had seen the way, both used the remaining time of the third day's and the morning of the fourth to play around with the sand, or talk someone into a game of volleyball, even though they should have been packing (everyone ignored it, because they couldn't remember the last time Izuku seemed genuinely happy). But she also has seen the way they never stopped holding hands, and definitely the little kiss behind the van. Slowly, Shouto opened his eyes and looked up into her brown eyes. "You really lucked out, Shouto-kun?" He smiled gently, before looking at the head resting on his left shoulder. "Yes... more than I deserve." And even if it wasn't fully a confession of love, they had time, and devotion (so, so much of it, that she was stunned whenever she saw it). Looking at that expression for a moment, she glanced away. It would take time for him to get over that experience. But at least he finally took a step into something else. Something that would do him good.

"I never left."

Notes: What I probably should mention, is that the two sentences at beginning and ending are the words, Izuku says to Shouto and Shouto’s respone, in the part where Izuku admitted that he was overdue on saying them.