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dayz-ina-daze · 9 months ago
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FINALLY
I HAVE THEM BOTH
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obsessive-dumpling · 4 months ago
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The fact that they made a ducking poster of this is absolutely insane.
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firyfox · 1 year ago
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Kacchan's garters drive me coocoo bananas and I know Deku must feel the same
Fr it's so cunty like ?? No one does it like him (except deku) Honestly so Alpha Gay of him
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hotpotatopotat · 1 month ago
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"Duck Son: Origin"
[bkdk mer au]
Shoto Shrimp and Kirishima Seal keep finding more rubber ducks! Ochako and Deku have their hands full.
Meanwhile, Aizawa is a part of a program that helps wild mer and their environment, and he's recruited a little help.
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habken · 3 months ago
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I may not have a lot to give the bkdk community but I have two miniature ducks that I can make kiss (and a sketchbook spread but what’s really more important?)
waow <333333
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tomatorabbitsticker · 11 months ago
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GIVE👏 US👏 HIS👏 INNER👏 MONOLOGUE👏
I would also like to think that Banjo was like “oh shit. How do we make sure he stays in control now?”
izuku didn’t just have to see katsuki’s dead body, he also had to see the fucking all might card right next to him. physical proof that katsuki always had a tender spot in his heart for izuku and their childhood together. evidence that katsuki fucking LOVED HIM THIS WHOLE TIME and now it’s TOO LATE. it’s actually so devastatingly romantic and fucking tragic. izuku really only finds out katsuki loved him all along when he thinks he’s lost him forever.
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mamapyjama · 2 years ago
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I woke up thinking about vestige Katsuki casually having a chat with vestige All Might. WHAT THE DUCK was happening there if not something seriously fruity and why did we not circle back to it once we’d got over the fact that his heart had exploded?!
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What must non-bkdks think is going on? I’m not even sure if we’ve fully discussed what is going on? Whyyy would he have a vestige if he doesn’t have OFA?
It’s not ghosts because a) ghosts haven’t been introduced as a concept in-universe and b) AM is there and he ain’t dead.
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SO WHAT IS HAPPENING? Did we just totally overlook the fact that Hori made it canon that Katsuki either has OFA or just has access to the vestige realm for reasons unknown?
Also why is he fully clothed and able to speak, when poor Izuku spent every vestige scene nude and mute? And why is the background white not black? Vestige purgatory? A vestige waiting room?
I feel like when you suddenly realise you haven’t studied and the class has all moved on to new topics and you’ve somehow missed a key, fundamental part of how The Whole Thing works.
If anyone has meta on this please point me towards it because at this point I’m—
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Edit 19.01.23: before anyone else tells me he had OFA in the movie, I know. 😙 I wrote a whole ‘nother bit about it here:
Edit 21.01.23: added All Might’s vestige for reference. ✌️
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izukusjuicythighs · 3 months ago
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bkdk fics i read because was it ever casual
Horikoshi keeps feeding us bkdk crumbs like wtf??at this point they HAVE to be canon bkdk hospital kiss confirmed I was izukus freckle ALSO IM KINDA IN A BLOCK RN whenever I finish a fic my yappin brain always has something to say but rn its real quiet so uh🤡
left me no choice(but to stay here forever)
summary: Izuku learns early on in life that the people he loves will always leave him.
So when Kacchan asks him to be his boyfriend, Izuku kisses him and starts grieving for the inevitable.
words: 6,925
chapters: 3/4(updating)
notes: im quite aware that its a bitchy move to inflict pain on ppl but jm gonna do it anyways lol READ THIS AND WEEP I literally wanted to gorge my heart out and then slap all of my love into izuku idk it evokes complicated feelings??normally hate reading unfinished fics BUT THIS!!gave me a life changing experience within 7000words dammit
be my good luck charm
summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.
(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest traveling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)
words: 6785
chapters: 1/1
notes: cute lil oneshot for yall cuz mha fans r in dire need of fluff rn yknow why🤭 how to date a hottie101 by bkg: set ur crush on fire to show ur undying love(WRITE IT DOWN WRITE IT DOWN)
Barberries and Variegated Knotweeds
summary: The Fight Another Day Agreement is a required legal document for all professional heroes. In the event of a life-threatening injury and the hero and their proxies are unable to respond on their behalf, medical professionals may do whatever it takes to keep the hero alive.
For Izuku, whatever it takes means removing flowers from his lungs, forcing him to forget about the love of his life. The aftermath leaves Izuku bewildered at the sight of a man with spiky blond hair and red eyes the color of Japanese barberries.
words: 19,286
chapters: 4/4
notes: YET ANOTHER HANAHAKI FIC WITH IZUKU WHUMP I just love seeing my favs go through it🤠I've read so many hanahaki fics ud think I'd be used to it but NOPE THIS SHIT HAD ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT was ready to downgrade 1 dimension to solve this shitstorm myself
If It's You
summary: “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Katsuki said. “You did not just ask me—me—to try and date your loser step-brother.”
He wasn’t even going to say Deku’s name out loud. Wasn’t giving him the time of day, even in a conversation about him. That weird awkward virgin was not worth his precious time, and certainly not what Kirishima was suggesting.
“But Bakugouuu,” Kirishima wailed, hanging off Katsuki’s arm with monster meathead jock strength. “My dad said I can’t date if Deku doesn’t date. Do you understand what that means?”
“Less chance of knocking someone up and creating more of you in the world?”
words: 16,863
chapters: 1/1
notes: 10 things I hate about you but make it bkdk I LOVE THIS SHIT angsty dramatic misunderstanding high school aus are my JAM also somewhat gives off from the sidelines vibes so if ur into that defo read
Down the Red Line
summary: His mom is the first person to know about it. She finds out when Izuku asks ( in a very cute three-year-old way) why can’t he see the red line that connected him to Kacchan in the last picture they've taken. The one where they were about to enter Kindergarten on their first day.
"Red line?"
"Yeah, Mamma. This," Little Izuku says, raising his pinky finger to show her the thing tied to it.
Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.
words: 7,804
chapters: 1/1
notes: one of my absolute favs since 2021 MAKES ME SO FUKCIN MAD I have to put my phone down and contemplate life for a few mjns while reading it but it's so good??my red string is tied to thjs fic pls
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firesmokeandashes · 10 months ago
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Greetings, Tumblr dwellers. I am here today with a bunch of bkdk/mha incorrect/correct quotes. Because I, unfortunately, am lacking inspiration to write anything else at the moment :[
Please enjoy.
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Izuku and Katsuki: *arguing about something*
Katsuki: "Stop yelling at me, nerd!"
Izuku: "IM NOT YELLING AT YOU! IM SIMPLY... PROJECTING MY VOICE TO MAKE A POINT!"
Katsuki: "OTHERWISE KNOWN AS YELLING!!"
Izuku: "BUT NOW, YOU'RE YELLING!!"
Katsuki: "ONLY BECAUSE YOU YELLED AT ME FIRST!"
Izuku: *starts powering up one for all and charges at Katsuki* "AHHHHHHHH!!!"
Katsuki: *powers up his explosions and charges at Izuku* "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Izuku and Katsuki: *catches each others fists and begin making out aggressively instead*
Denki: "...."
Todoroki: *sipping coffee tiredly*
Denki: "So.... why were they fighting again..."
Todoroki: "Deku said he thought Bakugou was the better hero out of the both of them. Which made Bakugou extremely angry because he thinks Deku is the better hero out of both them, and it kind of escalated from there."
Denki: "...."
Izuku and Katsuki: *intense angry making out noises*
Todoroki: *continues sipping coffee out of his '#No.1 Wonder Duo Supporter' mug*
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Katsuki: "...."
Izuku: *standing in a slightly burnt looking pile of paper towles and plates covered in hot chocolate and feathers*
Katsuki: *watches as a featherless and slightly disoriented duck imerges from the pile*
Izuku: "I may have made a mistake..."
Katsuki: "Actually, it seems you've made several mistakes all within the past 5 minutes while I was changing my clothes"
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Katsuki: "Hey, Izuku! What'd ya say about coming with me on a road trip to the mountains for some hiking?"
Izuku: "I would say 'yes', but Im still recovering from the last road trip we went on"
Katsuki: "Izuku, that was ten years ago, and we were in high school!"
Izuku: "And you got kidnapped! And we had to come and rescue you!"
Katsuki: "That was one time, Izuku. ONE. TIME."
Izuku: "Yes, and I would very much not like to repeat the experience!"
Katsuki: "We're full grown-ass adults Izuku!"
Izuku: "I don't care! It was a traumatic experience that could still happen now that we're adults!"
Katsuki: "We're two of the highest ranking pro-heroes in Japan! WE FUCKING BEAT ALL FOR ONE! I highly doubt anyone is going to try kidnap either one of us!"
Izuku: "...."
Katsuki: *incredulous annoyed silence*
Izuku: "I'll go pack my bags..."
Katsuki: *silent contemplating look of disappointment at his boyfriend's ridiculousness*
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Katsuki: "You have to make a decision."
Izuku: "I did. I've decided not to decide."
Katsuki: "We're in the fucking drive-through Izuku! You have to choose something to eat!"
Izuku: "I can't! It's too much pressure!"
Katsuki: "You're the fucking number one hero you live under pressure! And you can't decide what to eat at a drive-through!?"
Izuku: "That's different!"
Katsuki: "How is saving people from birning buildings less stressful than choosing a meal at a fucking fast food joint!?"
Izuku: "Because saving people doesn't involve having to choose between chicken nuggets shapped like dinosaurs or chicken nuggets shapped like space ships!"
Katsuki: "....."
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Katsuki and Izuku: *staring at horribly disfigured homemade clay All Might figure with a hand(??) sticking out of his head and four legs 3 of which look like tree stumps, that they made the night before while partially drunk*
Izuku: "So.... Do you think we can fix it?"
Katsuki: "No. And Im not even going to try"
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Katsuki: *walking around a hero gala, his PR agent dragged him to*
Izuku: *walking slightly behind Kacchan, following him*
Izuku: "Where are you going, Kacchan?"
Katsuki: "Towards the answer of all my problems"
Izuku: But Kacchan, you're walking towards the exit"
Katsuki: "Exactly."
Izuku: "...."
Izuku: "Can I tag along with you, then? Because I really want to go home and finish watching the final episode of Sasaki to Miyano, but my ride won't be leaving for a while."
Katsuki: "Sure. We can pick up some ramen on the way to your place so we can eat it while we watch those two idiots finally get together."
Izuku: "Yay! Thanks, Kacchan! You're the best!"
Katsuki: "I know, I know. Now, let's get going before my PR agent catches me and makes me go talk to more people."
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Welp! That's all I got for now! I hope you guys liked them!
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stellamancer · 1 year ago
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bkdk x reader 👀
Okay BYEEEEE 🏃‍♀️
I can't believe you, omg.
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You open the door, expecting to find the bag of food you'd ordered to be delivered, and you do.
But you find Katsuki too.
And he looks positively livid.
Katsuki glowers at you, teeth bared menacingly. "You can order fuckin' DoorDash, but ya can't answer your goddamn phone?"
You open your mouth, hoping an excuse will come out, but it doesn't— anything you could possibly say is trapped, lodged behind a lump in your throat that you can't get rid of. Katsuki stares expectantly, oddly patient as he waits for you to explain yourself.
Not that you intend to.
In hindsight, it would have been better to just shut the door in his face, saying you'll talk to him and Izuku when you're good and ready— a promise you wouldn't actually keep. But, Katsuki is nothing if not relentless, and worse than him is—
You duck down, and push past Katsuki, running. It's nothing short of a miracle that he doesn't catch you then and there— his speed and reflexes far, far superior to your own. You barrel down the hallway of your apartment complex, and you can hear him chasing after you. It won't be long before he catches up to you, and if he does you'll be forced to talk. And you don't want to do that.
So, you do something a little crazy.
You reach the stairs and instead of attempting to run down them, you latch onto the hand rail at the top and using your momentum from running, you swing yourself over the side to jump all the way down the entire flight of stairs.
Behind you, Katsuki yells something, your name or maybe it's—
As you're falling, something grabs you, and you know the feel, the ghostly sensation of Black Whip wrapped around your body, the tendrils buzzing with a gentle vibration.
Izuku.
You hadn't seen him, but you should have known he'd be here. Would have insisted on it even. You're lowered to the ground, but you remain wrapped up. Katsuki may be the more fiery of the two, but ironically enough, you think Izuku is the more merciless one.
He appears, approaching you with a frown deep set into his features, his eyes wide and concerned. You're hit with a pang of guilt and you don't know if Izuku means to wield his expressions like a weapon, but it's effective.
"Please," he pleads, stepping closer. Katsuki appears behind him, looking to have hopped the stairs as well. He watches, frowning still, as Izuku does the dirty work. What a perfect pair they are, you think in annoyance. Izuku takes another step toward you, repeating. "Please. We just want to talk, okay?"
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comradekiwi · 1 year ago
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bkdk ficlet inspired by this gif!
Katsuki had never understood the big deal with small animals. They were just normal furry shits scaled down— how did they warrant those odd squeaky noises from every girl in the vicinity?
But, as usual, Deku had a way of making Katsuki reevaluate everything he thinks he knows about himself. Because if small animals remind people of Izuku, then… he kind-of gets it.
Unfortunately, he maybe, sort-of, really truly gets it.
Deku’s suit had seen many design adjustments, some subtle, some drastic enough to denote different eras. Most notably (at least to Katsuki, and a truckload of creeps on the internet), his brief stint with a Miruko-inspired summer costume, which had the public and most members of their own fucking agency in a sun-hot daze until their agent but their foot down and had it changed. Deku’s designers played with shaping cuts, fabrics, practicality— but they were incredibly talented, and never lost sight of the essence of Izuku’s original style.
Namely, those godforsaken fucking bunny ears. Currently flopping all over the place, cut into an oversized hood, and trying the very last threads of Katsuki’s already tumultuous supply of restraint.
He looked like a goddamn bunny rabbit. Katsuki was going insane.
It didn’t help that Izuku was years into hero work, now, and had grown with the ear flaps, sought comfort in them like a child would their favourite blanket, subconsciously safe in the familiarity.
Meaning 21-year-old Deku, off patrol and caught embarrassed or shy and still in his hero suit, blushed and hid his face under his big hood, and subsequently his bunny ears, much to the delight of onlookers. It was something of a game in their hero agency to provoke Izuku into it.
It also didn’t help that Izuku had given up insisting the flaps were All Might’s hair, and had long since leaned into the green rabbit angle, so now most of his merch had some depiction of the creature, and so did half the promotional material their agent roped him into.
(The moment he turned 21, they got him to do Playboy. Katsuki was furious, and then…. significantly less furious, later, when the photos came back. He did not have a good explanation for either reaction, at least not one he would ever be willing to admit.)
Something about the soft, thick, loose fabric of Izuku’s bunny hood hanging over his head, edges of curls and a freckled blush peeking out from the hem, made Katsuki’s hands itch. His teeth ached.
So he couldn’t help it, how he tugged on an ear like it were a braided pigtail, how he ducked down to keep eye contact with Izuku when he tugged valiantly at his hood for red-tinged cover.
Maybe Katsuki liked how these things made Izuku blush harder. Maybe the action soothed some of the ache, a balm on his palms and fingers.
But numbing treatments are always short-lived. Katsuki can practically feel fangs growing in his mouth, and knows it’s only a matter of time.
Which is how they ended up here, Izuku hiccuping whines in his lap, Katsuki’s mattress sinking under their combined weight as Izuku’s legs twitch around his waist.
Katsuki’s fingers dig into the subtle dip in Izuku’s sides, a fathomless itch scratched, press in hard so Izuku will see and remember later. Dipping purple paint into the slope of Izuku’s silhouette, handholds for future Katsuki, just beneath the hem of a t-shirt for Katsuki to slip his fingers under and press at if he wants to, just to feel the marks pulse. As he is now, hands slipped through the unzipped front of Izuku’s suit, cupping his solid, lean waist as Katsuki kisses him like they have all the time in the world.
Like they’ve been doing this for an eternity. Like Izuku isn’t squirming and breathless and whining in his lap, begging for more with words he cannot find in his kissdrunk state. Poor nerd.
Finally getting everything he wants from his Kacchan and all at once too overwhelmed to say anything about it. So Katsuki revels in it, kisses him slow, languid, savouring every bite into Izuku’s mouth until Deku calms down and learns to take what he is given.
It was the goddamn bunny hood that made him snap, go figure, but Izuku had been blushing at something he said and had decided to tug his hood down over his head with the dangly ear flaps in his fists like some kind of — anyway. Katsuki was only human.
So he’d crumpled both ears in one hand and lifted them high above Izuku’s face, not enough to choke him but enough to give him the appearance of a startled caught rabbit, eyes wide and ears straight up and wrinkling in Katsuki’s fist, the tips hanging over his knuckles.
Katsuki had looked Izuku in the eyes and told him, quite plainly, exactly what he planned to do to him if he followed him quietly back to his apartment. Izuku had gone a delicious, delirious red and nodded so quickly Katsuki might’ve worried for his neck, if he wasn’t busy basking in the triumphant pleasure of a complete and absolute win.
Izuku asked if he should change out of his suit before going. Katsuki threatened abject violence if he even thought about it.
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dayz-ina-daze · 10 months ago
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MY FIANCÉ GOT ME THE BKDK DUCKS FOR CHRISTMAS AND THEY’RE HUGE AND COME IN LITTLE BATHTUB PACKAGES AAHHHH
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obsessive-dumpling · 7 months ago
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Unconscious for the second year in a row... incredible...
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ddelline · 8 months ago
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wip wednesday (feat fresh fandom f*ckery)
blurb | "non-jjk wip posting? on the ddelline/aosc dash? straight to jail" - whoever reads this blog for jjk fic only, probably. sry if you are!!! I promise this =/= abandoning ship, I'm just dillying, dallying, dabbling. in mha. and bkdk. next to jjk that's where I've ended up putting my most obsessive behavior in the past few months; dipped my toe into the manga and emerged 4 months later as an unapologetic bakugō katsuki defender w early onset of bkdk brainrot. now if that interests you, there's wip fic to be had under the cut! if it doesn't, then rest assured that there'll be wip updates a-comin for 3 jjk projects in the near future, lol
premise | post-canon, pro hero setting; slow burn-ish getting together-premise; bkdk as roommates & established wonder duo-partners feat pro hero!shenanigans, sudden emotional realizations, domesticity, action, mixed media & more - also me attempting 2 write lighter, snarkier & dramedy-adjacent. evaluation pending, lmao. either way, wip writing under the cutttt
The sort of monumental, life-altering understanding that Katsuki’s experiencing, sadly, hadn’t hit him like a battering ram of iridescent, incandescent realization, topped off with cartoon hearts and biblical choirs, or whatever. The march towards death had begun with the most inane fucking single step, and here he is, feeling like an idiot, and feeling, like an idiot, every other hour since then. 
Katsuki knows he’s not the most emotionally intelligent person on the block, and he knows that he’s hitting new and consistent deduction-lows when it comes to him-and-Izuku each and every day now. Still, if there’s the possibility of getting a refund on your personal emotional breakthroughs—he’d like one.
He’s ducking beneath hastily drawn police tape, sweat sticky and sooty, hours later, making a beeline towards where the concrete dust-matte green cap of Izuku’s head centers a cluster of reporters. They’ve caught him halfway to where a team of EMTs are waiting, long suffering, to attend to him. Katsuki resists the urge to facepalm.
“—stically, how would you analyze this recent string of public showdowns that you’ve had to deal with? Do you make anything of the increased number of hostile villain encounters you’ve had in the past weeks?”
Izuku scratches his scalp, upsetting a few errant curls. “Y’know, I wouldn’t think much of them, in the sense you’re probably thinking of them. It’s true there have been a few major ‘public showdowns’, as you say,” God bless him (curse him, actually) but he actually makes double quotations to go along. “There’s a common denominator here, what you’re talking about—it’s the arrests you’ve featured on the evening segment a few times. Right?”
Izuku’s suit is torn: a jagged ugly line bisects his hero garb and compression sleeve from mid-tricep to mid-forearm. It’s displaying an ugly gash frothing with blood. As the clump of broadcast-vultures chuckle in tandem he continues—seemingly ignorant of his injury and Katsuki’s impending arrival both—gesticulating animatedly, “Any hostile confrontations we experience whilst on patrol would technically categorize as ‘public showdowns’, but we’ve had—oh, Kacch—Dynamight!”
It’s a scene like any other, on a kind of-interchangeable end of patrol-day: they’ve just squashed an armed robbery-slash-hostage situation, had half a block rupture beneath them during the ensuing chase (neither of them are at fault, Katsuki’ll have their insurance carrier know) and are now stuck doing the obligatory clean-up-and-press-junket half hour. Izuku’s elbow is bleeding something fierce whilst he’s talking to reporters; he’s clasping both palms and twining his fingers, untwines them and raises both arms to gesticulate; lowers his hands and re-clasps his palms—all as he does when he’s faced with press and has to talk ad hoc for extended periods of time.
None of this is particularly out of the ordinary; despite it or in spite of, Katsuki doesn’t know—the amalgamation of the above turns out to be why, when three mic’d up reporters make a narrow path into the cluster for Katsuki to enter into the throng, his first instinct, his knee-jerk reaction, is to be angry.
Izuku clasps his far shoulder. Katsuki shrugs his hand off and ducks near his ear. “You’re injured.”
“Huh? I’m not?” says Izuku quizzically. He looks around and about himself. Katsuki clocks the second he notices his own elbow: the spasm of a lone muscle in his cheek, the embarrassed grit of his jaw—the if you squeal in front of the press you die-look he spears Katsuki with before turning back to the pack. 
Izuku continues, bleeding but thoughtful: “What was I saying? Oh, yeah—I couldn’t talk about the ‘public showdowns’, as you say, without mentioning that any and all hostile confrontations we face on patrol belong to the same statistic. Really, they’re the same as they’ve always been—I wouldn’t say anything’s decreased or increased since a few years. Right?” He squares Katsuki with an inquisitive look.
Katsuki fights the urge to bare his teeth; he sucks down a deep breath, counts to five, and indulges his vulture-friendly maniac of a hero partner. “Because I’m not fucking lame I’m not gonna echo Pinky and say: ‘Another day, another slay.’” A few errant chuckles from the crowd; yeah, Katsuki’s a fucking comedian. “With that said, yeah, what Deku said—I dunno who was on site two days ago, DHN? JNN? JHT? I see all of you nodding, whatever; doesn’t matter—you’re drawing conjecture based on what you see. Shit happens when you’re not here, too.” Katsuki eyeballs the keeper of the JHT mic. “That doesn’t mean shit is happening. Not sure what the point of this is, but not everything’s a damn story—so I’m gonna take Hero Deku—” Katsuki snags Izuku by the collar, “—and go somewhere not where you lot are. He’s bleeding and you’re not. That’s not the end of the world either, in case that’s the doomsday headline you wanna draw up. That’s all. Scatter, fuckers!”
Izuku pouts when Katsuki drags him backwards through the clamoring throng of reporters. “We could’ve done a few more questions.”
Katsuki thinks: I knew I was fine dying for this asshole years ago.
Katsuki says: “We could’ve. We aren’t, though. Fuckface, you’re bleeding everywhere.”
Izuku glances down at himself. “It’s not that bad.”
“No? Tell that to the medteam, who’ll be the ones to explain to the public why unfortunately, due to erroneous judgment on the patient’s part, Pro Hero Deku lost mobility in his left arm a scant four years into his illustrious Symbol of Hope-era.” Katsuki squares him with a thin glare. “Also—tell that to your mom, who wants to put you on a direct flight to an isolated Siberian bunker where you can’t hurt yourself—she’s got a point.”
Izuku eyeballs him. “Kacchan,” he intones, “You’re overly dramatic sometimes.”
“Izuku,” Katsuki mocks, “You’re overly self-sacrificial all the time. Shut up and go see the EMTs.”
The march towards death had begun with the most inane fucking single step, and here he is, feeling, like an idiot, thinking: I knew I was fine dying for this asshole before I knew I was in dumb fucking love with him.
Well, go figure.
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twinstarsies · 2 years ago
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no quirks au, meet cute (ish), implied stalking (not bkdk)
Katsuki is standing in the store debating the merits of picking up the shitty coffee Hitoshi drinks or making the fucker get it himself with his own money when a hand slips into his seemingly out of nowhere.
"The fu—"
He looks over to see bright green eyes surrounded by freckles and a wide smile that makes his knees go a little weak. The man gives his hand a squeeze and leans into his side, and Katsuki gets a whiff of warm cologne and spearmint.
"Ah, Kacchan! There you are!" he says brightly. It's followed immediately by a low, "My name is Izuku, I'm being stalked, and your resting bitch face is absolutely terrifying. Please just go with it."
Chalk it up to his knee jerk response to a challenge being to kick its ass, or maybe his innate rage at people who choose to be assholes, but Katsuki shuts his mouth and doesn't question it further. He slips his hand from the one holding it and instead wraps it around the stranger's—Izuku's—waist, turning his head to nose at soft curls as he makes a discreet sweep with his eyes.
And there—at the end of the aisle is a skeevy-looking guy that looks like he hasn't left his mom's basement in at least five years. His beady eyes are trained on Izuku pressing close into Katsuki's side, and his skin crawls at the hunger he sees in them: dark and possessive, and not in a fun way.
His arm curls tighter around him. "I think we need to try a new brand," he says, loud enough for Creep McStalker to hear, but no more obvious than his normal volume. "Wedding prep is kicking my ass and the shit you usually drink ain't cutting it anymore. The hag's gonna rip me a new asshole if I fall asleep during the rehearsal dinner."
His impromptu fiancé snorts a laugh. "That'd be funny to see. But I guess I don't want you passing out during our vows either, so."
Katsuki just grunts in response, still watching the guy loiter by the teas. When he looks away from Izuku and meets his glare, the guy immediately turns tail and fucks off without even pretending to grab something.
As soon as he's gone, the tension leaves Izuku's shoulders, and he slumps against Katsuki.
"Oh, thank goodness," he says. He smiles gratefully at Katsuki, and wow, he's pretty when he does that. "Thank you so much! He's been following me for, like, an hour and a half now. Nothing I did got him to go away."
Katsuki pulls away with a surprising amount of reluctance. He feels strangely comfortable with Izuku tucked under his arm—he doesn't want to let him go. He clears his throat, his face feeling warm.
"'S nothin'," he shrugs. "But, like. Do you need to go to the police or some shit?"
Izuku blinks at him and then waves his hand. "Oh, yeah, I will. I managed to take a picture of him and everything, so hopefully they can, um. Find his identity and... take it from there, I guess. I don't know how that works, really. Cop dramas don't really go into detail about stalker cases. Homicides, sure, and at this point I feel like I've watched enough procedurals to be able to commit a murder and get away with it, but—"
"You're a rambler, huh," Katsuki interrupts him, eyebrows raised in amusement. Izuku snaps his mouth shut, freckled cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink as he gives him an apologetic look. He just grins and can't help but tease, "That's kind of hot."
Izuku ducks his head bashfully and playfully swats at his arm. "Don't tease me, Kacchan. It's mean."
Katsuki nudges him back, then realizes something. "What's with that nickname, anyway?" He never told Izuku his name, so how did he know—?
"Kacchan?" Izuku gestures at his chest. Katsuki looks down and sure enough, his name badge is still clipped to his shirt. Because he just got off his shift. "I read your name badge and it was the first thing that came to mind. I know it's kind of childish, but it sounds like we have history, which I figured would make a relationship between us more believable.
"N-Not that—" He stutters, and Katsuki watches him turn redder as he waves his arms around. "Not that I really thought we'd have to justify our fake relationship to the creep stalking me, but. I don't know, okay! It made sense in my brain at the time!"
Izuku's cheeks puff out as he pouts in his embarrassment, and Katsuki thinks he's the cutest thing he's ever seen. With a fond huff, he reaches up and ruffles his soft curls.
"It's fine, nerd." He grins again and winks. "I'll be your Kacchan anytime."
A certain gleam lights up those green eyes, and Katsuki senses a kindred spirit: someone who sees a challenge and takes it immediately just to come out on top.
"So," Izuku says, tone sweet as he bats his lashes, "would you be my Kacchan if I asked you out for coffee, as thanks? Not bought from the grocery store of course."
"Hell yeah," Katsuki agrees immediately. A spontaneous coffee date with a cute guy? Sign him the fuck up. His roommate can get his own shitty coffee. "You free right now? I ain't got anywhere to be."
His heart skips half a beat in excitement when Izuku takes his hand and slips their fingers together, beaming up at him with the prettiest smile. He has the passing thought that it's too bad Izuku isn't actually his fiancé—or even his boyfriend—because he kind of wants to see that smile for the rest of his life.
Izuku squeezes his fingers. "I'm yours for the afternoon, Kacchan."
Katsuki decides right then that he wants this afternoon to last forever.
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katistry · 1 year ago
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they made togachaco serve bkdk realness [i duck from the hail of bullets overhead]
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