#bound in complicity and competition but it's Not that. they were just classmates. first and foremost. isn't that horrid

[ambreiiigns]

i'm thinking too hard abt jjk after rewatching that fookin movy smh

[pinkywildflower]

head-first | katsuki bakugou

katsuki bakugou x gn! reader

word count: 3.4k

tw: cursing, slight injuries/mentions of injuries, insecurities, jealousy

a/n: reader has a healing quirk

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you couldn’t help but smile whenever you recounted your first kiss with katsuki, not just because it was a sweet memory, but also because of how much of a mess it truly was.

now, to both you and katsuki’s defense, your shared inexperience certainly didn’t help the situation. doing anything for the first time is bound to result in some awkwardness. however, you also had to admit that katsuki’s rough nature and tendency to charge at things head-first didn’t make it any easier either, especially since he took the whole “head-first” thing quite literally. 

you were both in your third year when it happened. you’d been “something-close-to-friends” since your first year at UA and “something-more-than-friends” for a few months, with neither one of you actually having the guts to address the growing feelings and tension between the two of you. 

being the genius he was, you’d occasionally ask him to study with you in hopes that he’d notice how lost you were and help you while telling you how much of a dumbass you were for not understanding something so simple. 

(the term “dumbass” eventually turned into “dummy” once he started to notice how cute you looked when you concentrated really hard while trying to solve a math problem.)

regardless, that day was no different, with you and katsuki studying together in his dorm room. he’d just explained to you how to use a formula to solve a problem you were having trouble with and it was quiet. the only sounds heard in the room were the combined sounds of your pencils scribbling on paper and your combined breaths. by all means, on a normal day, this would be calming for both you and katsuki, being together in comforting silence. however, a certain conversation katsuki had earlier that day with kaminari made the ongoing silence deafening. 

it was no secret that you and katsuki had a complicated dynamic, with neither of you able to hide your awkward and intense feelings from the rest of your classmates. this meant a fair share of teasing from your classmates, with kaminari being the main source of those teases. however, this time was different. usually kaminari’s remarks would go without proper acknowledgment due to their frequency, but this time even katsuki couldn’t ignore it. 

it was earlier that day during your regularly scheduled school mandated training and, much to katsuki’s displeasure, you’d been paired up with none other than midoriya. sure, his relationship with the green-haired boy had greatly improved throughout the years, however, his competitive nature and inferiority complex still made him quite irrational at times, especially if his feelings were involved. 

it was no secret that midoriya was far better at both expressing his feelings and showing kindness to those he cared about, a skill that katsuki struggled at even as a third year. it also certainly didn’t help that your healing quirk paired well with midoryia’s brute strength and fighting ability. training with him meant practicing both your combat and healing abilities, which also meant that he was able to further exert himself and his abilities as well. by all means, it was a good match, a great match even, and it pissed off katsuki to no end. 

he envied the way you’d smile and laugh with midoriya during your breaks, talking about who-knows-what with him while patching him up. it almost maddened him the way you’d gently touch his arms, finding small injuries and engulfing them with warm light, your light. 

katsuki must’ve been openly glaring (or at least a lot more than usual) because he was promptly taken out of his angry thoughts by kaminari’s usual teasing tone.

“what’s wrong, kacchan? mad midoriya beat you to the punch?”

this made katsuki pause for longer than he would’ve liked. anger and confusion flashed across his face. kaminari had managed to provoke one of his biggest insecurities: his inability to express himself. 

“the fuck are you going on about, dunce-face?” 

kaminari grinned, not hiding his satisfaction at having succeeded in getting a reaction out of his grumpy friend. 

“come on, you can’t seriously believe that you’re the only one with eyes on y/n, right?”

katsuki stayed silent at that while kaminari grinned wider at katsuki’s silent confirmation. he’d never actually admitted his feelings to anyone before. 

“look, all i’m saying is that it’s been like 2 years of nothing but private study sessions and silent glances when you don’t think anyone’s looking. doesn’t exactly scream ‘official’ or anything.” 

that earned kaminari a glare of his own, but regardless, he kept going, more serious this time. 

“it’s only going to get worse once we graduate, you know. once we’re finally pros and out in the real world. the attention they’re going to receive.”

that seriousness was short lived, with kaminari’s grin coming back in full force for one final remark.

“but you already know that, don’t you,  kacchan? i mean, considering you know everything, you probably also already know that a certain green-haired classmate of ours is planning to confess to a certain healer tonight after they finish studying, right? hmm, but, considering that you still haven’t done anything about it, i’m assuming you’re probably cool with it. huh, how uncharacteristically mature of you” 

with that, aizawa’s voice brought everyone back to attention with the announcement that training was done for the day. with katsuki distracted, kaminari took it as an opportunity to leave. not that katsuki would’ve gone after him anyway, he was far too busy lost in his own thoughts, a feeling that would persist the rest of that afternoon, even extending to your scheduled study session with him. 

that nerd is confessing to y/n tonight, he thought to himself while looking at your sitting form, far too absorbed in your math homework to realize that he was staring. it wasn’t a question, it was a fact, and, although he was top of his class and could even be considered a genius, katsuki was, for once, completely dumbfounded, but not for the reasons one would think. the solution was right in front of him: you were right in front of him. all he needed to do was do something now and beat midoriya’s own confession while he still had the chance. 

unfortunately for katsuki, coming up with a solution isn’t what’s difficult for him, it’s actually carrying out the solution that stumps him. he’s not exactly good with his words (he can’t count the amount of times he’s accidentally made civilians cry while trying to save them) and his even his actions tend to come out awkward and rougher than intended. he needs to do something simple yet effective enough to convey his feelings, something even he can’t mess up, something like… a kiss? 

snap

“bakugou?! what was that for? did you hurt yourself? let me see.”

confused as to what you were talking about, katsuki looked down to see he’d broken his pencil, a metal mechanical pencil he’d gotten a few weeks back. he then looked up at your face, full of concern and confusion. 

oh, so that’s what that sound was, he thought to himself.

before he could answer, you pushed aside your homework in favor of getting closer to him and grabbing his hand, scanning for any injuries him breaking his metallic pencil in half could’ve caused. unsurprisingly, as strong as katsuki was, even he couldn’t avoid getting a cut or two when being as reckless as he usually was. you found a small cut in the palm of his hand and began to activate your quirk, the warm glow of it radiating from you hand. however, before doing anything, you stopped yourself.

“is this ok?” 

you’d always been told to get consent from anyone before healing them unless they physically couldn’t or it was life threatening. however, katsuki couldn’t help but remember how you’d healed midoriya earlier that day, seeing the warmth of your quirk touch that shitty nerd when his stupid quirk was too powerful for his body to handle. it was a warmth he didn’t get to experience due to his own stubbornness. he didn’t want your help if it meant admitting that something was wrong. you’d grown used to his rejections and were fully prepared for him to push you off and get a first-aid kit to deal with it himself. that, however, isn’t what happened.

“y-yeah,” he cleared his throat. “that’s fine.”

stunned at his response but not wanting him to backtrack and change his mind with your prying, you worked quickly and, soon enough, not even a mark was left from the cut he’d received. you smiled down at his hand, pleased with yourself and how good of a job you’d done. however, just as you were about to pull away and question katsuki on why he’d broken his pencil in the first place, it was his turn to grab your hand. 

his grip was firm but not painful, showing a great amount of restraint on his part. looking back up at his face, you could tell that he was focused, his gaze intense and unyielding. it made you feel both uneasy and flustered at the same time. neither of you said anything for a while, just opting to stare at each other for what felt like an eternity. 

meanwhile, katsuki was in an internal battle with himself. a kiss? yeah, right. i’m insane for even thinking of that possibility. hell, what’s my next crazy idea? professing my love on the school rooftop like the losers in the manga I read? or… like that shitty nerd will after they leave. to say that katsuki was conflicted would be an understatement. in this situation where the odds were in his favor and your feelings for each other were undeniable, katsuki was his own worst enemy, and it was starting to take a toll on him.

unbeknownst to him, in the middle of the battle going on inside his head and trying to decide if he was actually going to kiss you, his gaze traveled down from your eyes to your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by you in the least. 

as much as he hated when others pointed it out, katsuki often wore his emotions on his face. whether it be displeasure, annoyance, or even the rare sight of pure unbridled joy, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was feeling. to those that may not know him well, it may just seem like he’s just constantly wearing a permanent scowl on his face, but it was quite the opposite. slight changes in his eyes, creases in his eyebrows, or even a twitch of his lips were a sign of something deeper than just anger, and, right in that moment, his eyes were telling you all the things he was too scared to say out loud. he was scared. 

truthfully, you were scared too. if you were the kind of person that could just be open with your feelings and say things outright, you wouldn’t be in this situation. you would’ve told him how you felt the second you realized it. instead, it’s been a few months since you realized you liked katsuki enough to want to pursue a romantic relationship with him yet you’d made little to no progress. right now he was trying his best to move forward despite his own fears and insecurities, and now it was your turn to reciprocate. 

with his hand still holding yours, you adjusted your grip so that your hands were intertwined instead of the awkward hold it was in. at this, katsuki flinched at the sudden movement but didn’t let go. eyes that were fixated on your lips moved to your eyes for a split second before moving back to your lips. you figured this was his way of asking the same question you’d asked him earlier when you wanted to heal him: is this ok? 

you nodded slightly, not trusting yourself to speak in this moment. your heart was beating out of your chest and you could feel yourself shaking with both nerves and excitement. 

now having your consent, katsuki’s grip tightened slightly before moving closer to you. to help save yourselves from the nervousness of the moment, you decided to close your eyes while he leaned in slowly, trying to close the gap between the two of you. with your eyes closed, you were hyperaware of his movements, his presence, his warmth. it was almost overwhelming how much you wanted this. 

however, as lovely as the moment was, you failed to remember one thing: katsuki is hardly one to take things slow or gentle, especially when emotions are involved. just as you could feel his breath against your lips, you could only assume that he panicked at the last second because— 

“ow! what the fuck?! 

—instead of making contact with your lips, katsuki’s forehead apparently had other ideas, mainly crashing into your forehead. 

soon enough, while you were too busy being stunned by what had just happened and processing the oncoming pain of having katsuki’s head bump into yours at full force, katsuki was busying himself by letting out all kinds of curses and obscenities, mostly at himself for being “stupid enough to mess up his first kiss with you this badly.” 

not being able to help yourself given the absurdity of the current situation, you did the one thing that could’ve possibly made the already bad situation worse: laugh, and you laughed hard. 

maybe it was the excess adrenaline or just how funny the situation actually was despite how much it failed, but you broke into a fit of laughter so great it was becoming hard to breathe, all while katsuki looked at you in utter disbelief. 

are they… laughing at me? of course they’re laughing at me, genius, i can already see the bruise starting to form on their forehead from my failed attempt at kissing them. so stupid, maybe they would be better off with the shitty nerd. at least he wouldn’t fuck it up this bad.

after letting out the last of your laughter and beginning to calm down and breathe properly again, you took notice of katsuki’s expression, and it wasn’t good. he’d dropped your hand soon after your foreheads made contact, and he was starting to get up, seemingly trying escape from the situation. you, however, had different plans.

before he could manage to stand up, you grabbed his hand again, pulling him towards you and making him sit down next to you. 

“hey— what are you doing? i thought—“ 

“sit still, dummy, you want to kiss me, right?”

shocked both at your bluntness and seeming willingness to try again despite the train wreck of the first attempt, all he could do is nod and wait for you to make a move.

instead of staying seated next to him, you get on your knees, attempting to become level with his face while he remains seated in front of you. for safe measure, you then decide to reach out both your hands, placing them on both sides of his face, effectively holding him in place to avoid another incident. at this, katsuki’s face turns red, due to both his embarrassment and the closeness of the action. 

with his face in your hands, you begin to lean in, closing the gap between the two of you in the same way that he did before. at this, he closes his eyes, waiting in eager anticipation to finally feel your lips on his. thankfully for the both of you, this time the only impacts made between the both of you are an awkward bump of your noses at the very beginning before finally ending with your lips against his. 

the kiss itself was clumsy, which was to be expected, but otherwise perfect. your soft lips were a nice contrast to his slightly chapped ones, and katsuki felt like he was going to go insane at having you this close to him. with both of your eyes closed, everything was amplified. you’d always smelled nice, but in this moment it was almost intoxicating how much he enjoyed your scent, your warmth, you. 

at some point, he became comfortable enough to move his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him. despite your own hands holding him in place, you could still feel an awkward roughness in his movements. it was hard for him to give you full control, but he felt that it was needed in this moment. he couldn’t have done this without your help, and while his failure still stung, he was right to fall for you. who else would be able to put up with my bullshit?

after what feels like not nearly enough time, you finally pull away from each other, with the placement of his hands still keeping you close to him. his eyes are still intense, yet somehow somewhat dazed, as he looks at you, still not fully believing what just happened. despite the disaster that was his first try, his first kiss with you was better than anything he could’ve imagined, as cliché and sappy it sounded to admit it. 

after a moment of silence and with katsuki’s stare starting to become a little too intense for your heart to handle, you let your head fall forward onto his chest and place you hands on his shoulders for support. this seems to stun him for a bit, but he soon removes a hand from your waist and places it on the back of your head, patting a few times before letting it rest there.

“so… are you glad i didn’t let you run away?”  you ask, slightly muffled by his chest. 

“shut it,” he responds with no real malice in his voice. 

deciding that you wouldn’t be able to be truly productive after what had just happened between the two of you and what that now meant for your relationship, you instead decided to spend the rest of the planned study session talking about where you two would go from here on out. unfortunately for you both, the kiss didn’t make things much less awkward between the two of you, but at the very least you two had plans to go out on a date by the end of it, and that more than was enough for katsuki at the time. it was a start, and he was looking forward to it. 

in fact, katsuki was so pleased with himself and how well that evening ended up going that he completely forgot about what kaminari had told him earlier that day— about midoriya’s confession. 

it wasn’t until he heard commotion in the dorms the next day about a new couple holding hands that he remembered kaminari’s words: “you can’t seriously believe that you’re the only one with eyes on y/n, right?”

he froze for a second. what the fuck is going on? he thought to himself. did last night not mean anything to them? 

before katsuki’s thoughts could spiral any further, he felt something poke his shoulder, snapping him out of it.

“bakugou? what’s everyone talking about?” 

katsuki turned to you immediately after hearing your voice. you were looking up at him, clearly interested in the current situation and hoping that he had answers. as relieved, and somewhat disappointed in himself for assuming the worst, as he was at the situation, katsuki was beyond confused. wasn’t deku supposed to confess to them last night? who’s holding hands with the nerd in the common area? 

“bakugou? what’s wrong?” you asked, confused as to why katsuki would be upset at the news of the new couple. 

not answering you, he instead opted to grab your hand, pulling you into the common area to see who midoriya was holding hands with. truthfully, it’s not that he really cared, he was content as long as it wasn’t you, and with you standing next to him while midoriya was holding hands with one of his other classmates, he didn’t need to press on the issue anymore. really, he cared more about finding a certain dunce-faced classmate of his and forcing him to explain himself, keyword being: force. 

now, katsuki had grabbed your hand without thinking about the consequences of others seeing the both of you in that state. it wasn’t until he heard the girl’s squeals and saw your flustered face, which also contained your matching forehead bruises, that he realized what he had done. well, shit. so much for keeping it under wraps. 

regardless, he managed to ignore the questions and commotion that was now directed at the both of you once he saw his target. 

“dunce-face,” he ground out in anger.

“oh, kacchan! what’s up? you seem surprised. didn’t i tell you that midoriya was confessing to a certain brunette yesterday during training? oh, wait— i did say brunette right? whoops— hey! calm down kacchan— ” 

“i’m going to kill you!” 

a/n: i purposefully left midoriya's s/o unclear so do with that what you will ;)

[doberbutts]

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was beaten by his father so savagely that he went deaf, while his father’s girlfriend watched and did nothing?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was abandoned and locked inside an empty apartment until the 1950s equivalent of CPS was tipped off he was there and took him to save him from starvation, because dear old grandpa and his girlfriend at the time didn’t want a defective child once they figured out they’d permanently fucked him up?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he bounced from foster home to foster home until he was held down and raped by one of his foster brothers, tried to tell his foster mother, and she just called him a faggot and left it at that?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was finally reunited with his mother and had to scrape together a living by eating stale bread and running errands for what turned out to be local gangs, because she was too poor to feed another mouth?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he watched a black man shot by police bleed out in the street?

Where was my father’s male privilege when teachers who should have caught his deafness instead made him believe he was failing his classes because he was stupid because that’s just how black people are?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he got the tar kicked out of him by his white classmates who felt emboldened by their female teacher’s anti-black racism?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he brought the subject of racism up with the school board after a cross was lit on fire on his desk, and he was dismissed by both male and female staff?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he struggled to find a job after completing college, completing a master’s degree, which he paid for exclusively with scholarships earned from his competitive essay writing, because no one wanted to hire a disabled black man?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was accused of assault by a white female student who could not keep her story straight and eventually admitted she had made it up because she wanted to put her black principal back in his place?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was violently cuffed and illegally searched while I sat in the carseat and he was forced to comfort me through the window?

Where was my father’s male privilege when his wife, my mother, was immediately disowned by her entire family for associating herself with him? When she was forced to make a choice between a future with him, or her family? When he sees this echo with his children, and my sister’s children have still never met my brother-in-law’s family despite more than 10 years of marriage?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he came to pick us up from school and my school refused to let him in until the cops verified he was exactly who he said he was? Despite his name matching his ID, the lanyard he wore stating he was a principal at a nearby school, and the name on the school registry as being one of my parents? Despite me being called into the office to peek through the blinds at him and verifying that yes, this was my father?

Where was my father’s male privilege as neighbors who protested living near a black man repeatedly called the police on him as he pulled into the driveway of the house he’s lived in since I was born, let himself in with his own key, with ID to match the address and having known these neighbors by first name? To the point my white-passing mother had to diffuse the situation?

My father is straight and cis. My father is black and disabled. My father is a survivor. My father is a lot of things, and I have a lot of complicated feelings about him, but he is not trash. He has not skated through life as though it’s easy. His life was significantly harder than my mother’s, and her life wasn’t easy either. He has been hurt by men. He has been hurt by women. Some of the instances he has been hurt, my mother was directly sheltered from because she is a woman.

Her father was also an angry drunk, but deliberately did not take his anger out on his daughters, preferring to beat his son bloody instead. Mom has the trauma of watching her father beat the piss out of her brother and having to patch him back up after, but never of having been beaten herself.

Mom found herself in compromising and dangerous positions at times, but was protected from physical harm by her brother and the other men around her who saw it as their duty to protect the girls from that sort of thing. Literally the only good thing about rural purity culture.

Mom has a history of speaking out against racism and discrimination when she sees it, but has never needed to throw a punch in her life, because there was always a man around to protect her from the resulting fight. The men might not have agreed with her views on race but they were connected to her and thus duty/honor bound to protect her if someone tried to jump her because she wouldn’t let them beat up the black kid or told them to stop bothering the asian kid.

Mom never once had to stop and consider that it would be kinder to her partner to break things off.

Mom has never been falsely accused of assault because it’s just assumed that women don’t do that.

Mom has never been accused of trying to kidnap us because it’s believable that a white woman has mixed race kids that are darker than her but inconceivable that a black man has mixed race kids that are lighter than him.

Mom has never had the police called on her for entering her own house in their very white neighborhood.

Mom has only been pulled over once in her life, and the cop was far more interested in what my sisters and I were doing in her car than anything she might have potentially done.

My mother is straight and cis. She is also a white-passing POC and disabled. My mother is a survivor. My mother is a lot of things, and I have a lot of complicated feelings about her, but even she admits that her life was easier than my dad’s.

Cis, straight men suffer. White men suffer. My uncle is also a white-passing POC and a survivor. Do you know how much pent up anger he has? Still has, even though my grandfather changed and got better and apologized and owned up to his wrongs? Even though my grandfather’s been dead for years now? My uncle is sullen and prefers a bottle to take away his pain, pain he’s not been able to process, not been allowed to process, and he’s been that way since he was a child, which is not surprising considering what I’ve been directly told the beatings entailed... and things are always worse than what you’re told when it comes to that.

And all of that anger and resentment and rage and pain builds and builds until one of his sisters pokes him a little too hard about it and then he roars at them and storms off and he knows it’s wrong to take it out on them and he knows it’s not fair and that they only mean well but it hurts and he knows no other outlet besides lashing out because that was the only thing he was ever taught. Men get drunk and then get angry and then get violent. So he stops himself at yelling because he knows he can’t hit in anger, and he leaves and bangs doors behind him and stomps off until he calms down.

And you can say “dude needs therapy” and you know... you’re not wrong. But why would he ever seek it? When he sought help as a child he was told to be a man and suck it up and harden and grow some balls. His mother didn’t intervene to help him. You know, I know, he knows it’s because she was afraid her husband would turn on her. But it still hurts to know your own mother let your own father do that to you. Repeatedly. Over and over and over again. The most help he ever got was some first aid from his sisters when my grandfather decided he was done being angry. His teachers just knew him as an angry, sullen boy who frequently got into fistfights with other angry, sullen boys and chalked new bruises up to that. 

If you grow up like this, betrayed by everyone who is supposed to help you, then why would you ever consider seeking outside help as an adult?

And if your reaction is- see? He is a violent man! He is part of the problem! He could seek help and won’t because he is a stubborn man that wants to make his problems into women’s problems by relying on his sisters!

Then you fail to understand that my uncle is the way he is because of unprocessed, repeated trauma and betrayal that he was actively discouraged from seeking help to free himself of the cycle and start to heal. And his sisters were the only people in his life that did not harm him in that way, so at this point his sisters and his wife are the only people he trusts when triggers get poked and the pot boils over.

He does need therapy. He’s not likely to ever seek it out. And it’s because he was born a boy that this happened to him, and it’s because he was born a boy that no one was willing to help when he needed it most.

These men are not part of the queer community. They still were made vulnerable, and needed help, and did not get any, because of that same logic that drives these feelings about men not needing to be helped or included or assisted today. It’s not progressive just because the logic is coming from the queer community this time instead of conservative christians.

[datninjalyfe]

Chapter 285: Katsuki Bakugou Rising Reimagined

“Your arms—,” Izuku remembered the doctor telling him months earlier.  “—if you keep getting injured like this—,”

No, please, don’t say it. Izuku had thought.  I have to be a hero.

“—you may permanently lose the use of your arms.”

That didn’t matter now. Not anymore.  I will be a hero.

Shigaraki was unable to defend against the power of One-for-All. Shigarki felt his body starting to crumble.  Black whip held onto him tightly as the hero continued to almost animalistically attack his body.  He could barely make out the bellowing attacks of, “Detroit smash!” and “Wyoming smash!” and after being hit with “St. Louis!”, he was unsure if he was even able to get back on the offensive.  This fucking kid!  There was no way he could use All-For-One to regenerate, especially since he wasn’t at his full power.  

With Shigaraki unable to go on the offensive, Deku continued to use the quirk at one hundred percent. Anger boiled inside him as he continued to blow attack after attack at Shigaraki.  He pushed aside the memory of what the doctor had told him and used One-for-All at insurmountable speed and strength, each one destroying his body further.  One punch for all the citizens that hadn’t been able to evacuate in time.  One for each of the heroes that had sacrificed themselves for this cause. One punch for each of his classmates, his fellow heroes in training that had been impacted the same way he had been by the League of Villains.  “Detroit SMASH!” he yelled, holding Shigaraki in place with black whip as his fist slammed hard against Shigaraki’s jaw.  That one’s for Gran Torino!  “Wyoming SMASH!” another blow to his ribs.  That one’s for Aizawa!  “St. Louis SMASH!” again, a hard hit to Shigaraki’s ribs, feeling them once again crunch against Izuku’s knuckles.  Shigaraki howled at the amount of excruciating pain inflicted on him, but Izuku continued to push against him at full force.  

“That’s what this power is made for!” he roared.  His arms were torn apart, his body begging for him to stop, but he didn’t care about the pain.  He couldn’t stop.  

Not now. “This is why I have this power.”  To stop VILLAINS LIKE YOU!  “TEXAS SMASH!” marked with apoplectic rage, Izuku, hurled his body at Shigaraki, slamming against him.  

Shagaraki, still bound to Deku by black whip, couldn’t dodge the attack nor could he fight back He understood he wasn’t at the full power of All-for-One.  Don’t stop. Shigaraki told himself. If I don’t focus on defenses, I’ll probably be blown away.  He braced for the impact, but it was too much to handle.  Shigaraki held on for dear life as the punch caused a large blast in the air.  

Back on the ground, all the pros could do was watch in complete shock.  “That’s incredible!” Manual exclaimed loudly, watching the explosion in the air from Deku’s last smash.  Despite the explosion being so loud, Manual’s words rang through Katsuki’s ears.  Katsuki looked upwards, turning his gaze towards the ricochet of debris from the colossal strike of the body slam Izuku had just used.

“No!” Katsuki said.  The word was uttered under his breath, but still directed at Manual.  Dammit, Deku!  It’s too much, even for you. “He’s gonna get destroyed at this rate.” he said a little louder to ensure they could hear him.  “He’s using his legs and ‘air force’ to avoid the recoil while already controlling several quirks.”  He cursed himself slightly when Endeavor’s head turned in his direction with a look of angry confusion.  “Deku’s pulling every move he’s learned until now just to keep Shigaraki in the air.”  With another massive attack, they covered their faces as another gust of wind threw fragments of rubble in their direction.  “Since he couldn’t completely take him out with the first attacks, it’s turned into a war of attrition, just wearing each other down—” He’s going to tear his body completely apart.  “—in that kind of situation, there’s no way he can hold out against ‘regeneration.’” Katsuki turned his attention between the two Todorokis standing by—Endeavor and Shoto respectively—both watching the fight in disbelief.  Come on, what would Deku do?

Katsuki paused, answering his own internal question: Whatever it takes.

Between Aizawa, Rock Lock, Manual, and Shoto, they just looked totally defeated by the attacks from Shigaraki. They looked as though the fight was finished.  He turned to look directly at Endeavor.  You’re the No. 1 fucking hero.  DO SOMETHING! But no instruction came.  The fight would be over soon, with Shigaraki walking away and Izuku would be—

SHIT!  “Within minutes he’ll get his ass kicked and his power stolen.  Todoroki, you finished yet?”

Shoto looked just as confused as Endeavor.  “Yes, but wh—?”

But Katsuki didn’t give him the chance to finish.  “Shut and grab on!”  He grabbed Todoroki’s belt and pulled him in close.  Without hesitation, Shoto wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s waist.  “Endeavor!  Hold off on the fire, I’ll make sure you get up there!  Todoroki, keep Endeavor cooled off as long as possible!”  

Katsuki looked to sky, feeling the heat of his quirk run from his chest down his arms and felt a few droplets of sweat ignite in small pops.  

“I’ll use my greatest firepower to bring him down.” Endeavor told them, finally speaking.  “Leave it to me.”

“That’s…” he heard Rock Lock say.  “But you’re kids.”

That’s not stopping Deku.

“Take care of our teacher!” Shoto shouted and Katsuki lifted them into the air, barely hearing the small, shaky word from Rock Lock.

“Okay.”

As they propelled themselves through the air, Endeavor yells, “Aim for when black whip is completely extended.  When I head up there, you two return to the ground!  Or you’ll get caught up in it.”

“Midoriya, hold on!” he heard Shoto shout.  

Hold on, Deku.

An image of All Might flashed before his eyes.  It wasn’t too long ago that Katsuki learned of One-For-All and that Izuku had been the one to inherit the power.  

“I don’t want to speculate and talk about things I’m not sure of.” All Might had told him.  They were sitting in his office, looking through the notebook of the research All Might had done of all the previous users.  Katsuki had asked a question about the original user, but All Might seemed hesitant to answer.

Is there a darker side to this quirk?  “Because he’s the only who basically created One-for-All right?  He’s also got multiple quirks.”  It became clear to Katsuki at the point the similarities between One-for-All and All-for-One—does it matter?  “That makes you the same as him.”

Even still, Katsuki said, another hit caused a gust of wind that jolted Katsuki back to the present.   Even if One-for-All is some sort of ‘cursed power…’

He is the one who has made it his own.

He thought back to when they were kids.  Their childhood was so complicated and countless times, Izuku had become victim to his bullying. He constantly tormented the quirkless kid in class, but Izuku still stood by his side.  “Defenseless Izuku.” Katsuki had spat at him, towering over him.  Izuku could barely lift his head, but he managed to look at Katsuki directly, as if he were peering into him somehow.  Those eyes…Katsuki had never seen anything like them.  They were piercingly green, a beautiful bright earthy tone that caused Katsuki’s heart to beat faster.  Stop looking at me, Deku!  Unable to control his emotions, Katsuki threw another blast in Izuku’s direction and Izuku didn’t move. He just took it.  

Do something, you stupid—blast—little—blast—“QUIRKLESS LOSER!”  Katsuki hailed multiple explosions on the boy until he claimed himself the victor. Still, Izuku had followed him.  He always had.  Even called himself Katsuki’s friend.  

He thought about the day that Katsuki had opened the book and notes on himself.  It was a drawing of Katsuki, his quirk written out long to top of the page: EXPLOSIONS.  All aspects of his quirk were scribbled underneath: emitter-type; using his sweat to ignite from palms; advantages at both ranges close and far; disadvantages may include—

Disadvantages?! Katsuki felt his quirk rage through his body and he threw the notebook out the window.  It had landed in the small pond outside the school and he laughed at Izuku when he went into it to fish for his notebook.  

He thought about when he and Izuku had seen All Might use his power, a captivating smile that inspired both of them to one day be heroes.  He watched Izuku grow from a little quirkless boy who had been Katsuki’s greatest victim strive the be the world’s greatest hero.  

“I’m not gonna be your worthless punching bag Deku forever!” Izuku had yelled at him during their first training mission in class.  “Kacchan, I’m—,”

You’re the most worthless piece of shit I’ve ever seen. Katsuki had forced those thoughts out of his mouth, but now, looking up at this fight, Deku vs. the No. 1 Villain Shigaraki, it was more than clear:

“I’m the Deku who always does his best!”

You’re mine, Deku! Those words still rang true, but they carried something different, intending it, back then, that Izuku was his to torture forever.  Now, they were different.  They meant something different.  Then, he wanted the nerd to leave, he wanted the nerd gone, out of his for good.  Then, it was warfare, an unhealthy competition that Katsuki had built up in his mind. He thought that he hated Izuku and took out all his pent-up rage and anger out on him.

But he looked up at him a now.  A full-on hero, displaying his amazing power.  Izuku continued to sacrifice his body.  Relentlessly, he pushed his quirk farther, reaching 100% of the power of One-for-All, punch after punch, attack after attack against Shigaraki.  

One-for-All is incredible.

Deku’s incredible.

“NOW!”

Endeavor launches himself forward, catching Shigaraki from behind.

“En—?” Izuku started, but Endeavor yelled for him to get down.

And unleashed his greatest attack: “PROMINENCE—,”

“Deku, get down!” Katsuki tried to yell, but it was drowned by the sound of Endeavor’s screams.

“BURN!!”

An arsenal of fire released from Endeavor.  An oven of a heat so intense, wave-like fumes rippled through the air.  It was all Endeavor had left, every ounce of flames and heat cooking through Shigaraki, who screamed in agony as he ignited in the flames that consumed every ounce of his body.

I’m done, Master. Shigaraki thought.  This is how it ends.

Come, said a voice from deep within reached in Shigaraki’s mind.  The previous user of All-for-One extended a hand asking him: Why don’t you hand your body over to me, Tomura?  

Before Shigaraki had a chance to answer, he was pushed aside, his body taken by the original user of this power.  Vines wisped out of Shigaraki’s body, thought not only his back but the body of the Number One hero.  Endeavor falls to the ground only the hard bed of broken pavement to soften the impact.

“ENDEAVOR!” Shoto and Katsuki screamed at once, suddenly turning their attention to the body, scorched now a dark, deep charcoal black.  The body no longer resembled that of Shigaraki.  It no longer resembled that of a person.  It was a monster.

All-for-One turned his attention to Deku, one of the few heroes left still standing.  “Little brother,” growled All-for-One, extending tentacle-like vines towards Izuku.

“No…” Katsuki whispered to himself.  He felt his body thrust forward like an unseeable puppeteer had strings attached to Katsuki’s limbs. Deku… He knew what those tendrils could do.  He’s seen them in action before.  

And he couldn’t let that happen again.  In his last flashback, he sees Izuku rushing to save him as the sludge villain ate away at Katsuki’s mind.  His scrawny little quirkless Deku.  There was an innocence in his eyes, looking up at Katsuki, pleading to save him, tears streaming down his face at the thought of losing Katsuki—his Kacchan.  Despite all Katsuki had done to him—his Deku—was something Izuku couldn’t live without.  

I’ll—I’ll never get the chance, Deku. Katsuki thought, his body still moving forward.  I’ll never get the chance to apologize, to ask forgiveness, to confess—

Katsuki just wanted to be strong.  He relived every moment he and Izuku had shared: the good, the bad and the ugly.  They shared so much: secrets, love, memories. He just wanted to show that he was the best.  And in doing so, he had showed everyone the best in someone else.  

And like a true hero, Katsuki’s body simply moved on its own.  He thought of nothing else. There was no fear of the consequences, no fear of death.  He pushed Izuku out of harm’s way and allowing the quirk of All-for-One to slice through him.

He hoped Izuku knew. He hoped Izuku understood.  He hoped Izuku realized.

—I never hated you, Deku. I’ve always loved you.    

[lycorogue]

Confusion

I’ve been seeing a lot of people freaking out over Adrien’s near-realization that Marinette penned the unsigned Valentine. Which made me think of a chapter from my fanfic “Peeping Tomcat”. 

Summary: Something called to Adrien, and before he knew it, he was addicted to sitting outside Marinette’s window as Chat Noir; just watching her. His voyeuristic habit needs to stop, but things have gotten far too complicated now that he realizes he’s growing a crush on her.

Status: Complete; 17 chapters total (84,239 words)

Ships: MariChat/Adrienette

Rating: K+ / General Audiences aging 10+

So, forgive me my shameless plug, but for those who like the pain of near-connections, please feel free to enjoy the below snippet from chapter 7: Confusion. And let us all appreciate our precious little dense bean.

The craving to go back to Marinette's room was consuming. I tried to remind myself that anything interesting she would have done was long over at such a late hour. She was probably asleep. There was no way she'd be up after three, even to draw another design. I wouldn't learn anything new about her. I would just hit an elevated level of creepy: watching her sleep.

Plagg studied me for a minute or two as I paced, before he cocked an eyebrow at me. "If you like this girl so much, just ask her out on a date already."

I froze. The thought hit me hard, like I was slammed into a wall, and ever since I became Chat Noir I had expert knowledge of what that felt like. Was that it? Did I want to date Marinette?

"No!" I shouted back at Plagg, "No, I love Ladybug. I can't like Marinette. Not like that. She's just a friend. A really good friend. That's all."

"Really?" Plagg smirked and floated over to my Foosball table; sitting on one of the figure's heads.

I couldn't believe Plagg had to ask. He should know better. I professed my love for Ladybug daily, sometimes so frequently that he complained about being stuck with a love-sick teenager. There was no doubt in my mind. I knew I loved Ladybug.

Then I thought about hanging out alone with Marinette in her room when we were training for the gaming tournament, and relaxing in the park together. I remembered carrying her in my arms as Chat Noir when I helped her to safety during multiple different akuma attacks. I pictured her goofy, broad smile as she held up the cloth banner she made for Alix and Kim's race, and when she won my father's hat design competition. I recalled how my heart reached out to her when she feared her reserved and honor-bound great-uncle disliked her. I got a flash of her shyness but determination when we had to act out the kissing scene for Nino and Alya's horror movie, and how my heart raced, but my breathing calmed, as I pulled her in.

My chest tightened and I coughed down heartburn. I shook my head hard, trying to scatter those images of Marinette. How could I think of anyone but my Ladybug in a romantic light?

Ladybug was my one and only. She was the one who made my heart try to break free of my ribs whenever I saw her. She was the one who made me feel all warm and goofy inside. She was the one who made my skin tingle whenever she was close, and make my body nearly melt whenever we touched; never wanting the sensation to end. She was the one who made my heart ache, while also making me believe I could fly. Every word was encouraging, even when it was scolding my advances and pet names for her.

The first day we met, Ladybug was nervous about being a superhero, but she forgot that fear the moment she had to protect someone. Instead, she was quick witted and kind. The second time I saw her she was again unsure of herself, ready to quit, but the moment Paris was threatened she regained her fearlessness. She gave an encouraging speech as if the words came naturally to her, and she quickly captured Hawk Moth's akumas like she had been Ladybug for decades. She was steadfast and firm in her determination to protect our city.

The way she knew how to defeat Stoneheart with love instead of force. How she didn't hesitate before leaping off the Eiffel Tower to catch Mylené. The fact that she managed to direct me to save a falling Ivan, while she dove to scoop Mylené out of the air, and still managed to capture the escaping akuma as we lowered everyone safely to the ground. Everything Ladybug did that day was breathtaking. It was that very day that I knew I loved her.

I also knew my draw to her wasn't just me being awe-struck by a fellow superhero. As I worked more and more with her I became entranced by how she's so confident all the time, but also willing to admit that her confidence sometimes makes her screw up. Even when it's evident that she could probably protect Paris by herself, she always tells everyone that we're a team; equals. She values my input. She's kind. She's smart. She's playful, even when she reprimands me for not taking the situation seriously. She's constantly thinking of others. She's down-to-earth, and never lets the power she has go to her head.

There were a million reasons why I knew I loved Ladybug. However, as I started mentally counting them, I slowly forgot if I was describing my superhero partner, or Marinette. My classmate and friend also had moments where she was filled with confidence. She could be equally steadfast as she held her ground against Chloé. Up against an akuma villain, Marinette was just as fast thinking and brave, as if the situation she found herself in was everyday for her. There were very few problems she couldn't find solutions to, and she became hyper-focused whenever a task was important to her. Most importantly, she cared and fought for the happiness of others first and foremost.

"Marinette reminds me of Ladybug so much." Although I had deduced as much the night before, it was the first time I had verbalized it.

Marinette's blue eyes returned to me. They were so large, and deep, and grateful, and pleading. They burrowed their way into my mind. I again wondered how I had never noticed her eye color before. Raven hair and blue eyes weren't an average combination. How was it that until that morning I would have told anyone that Marinette had grey eyes? Had I paid such little attention? How did I know so little about someone I considered a close friend?

Marinette had blue eyes, just like Ladybug. She also kept her pigtails tied back in red bands. I still couldn't figure out if that was an homage to Ladybug's red hair ribbons, or if she had worn them all along. Either way, it was another connection to Ladybug. There were beginning to be so many.

I tried to shake the thought out of my head. I couldn't handle the conclusion I kept falling into: Marinette and Ladybug were two sides of the same coin. It contradicted the Marinette I had known for nearly a year. Then again, everything I saw the past week already tore down what I thought I knew about the black-haired girl. Yet it also seemed to confirm it. It was confusing. I felt like I didn't know Marinette at all, but that I also knew her from the second she accused me of putting gum on her chair.

As I tried to sort things out, my focus landed on my computer screens. They still had Alya's Ladyblog up. The entire right side of the site's homepage was covered by a familiar shape: Ladybug's silhouette with a large question mark where her face should be. My muddled mind became clear and more clouded at the same time.

"Plagg, am I projecting? Do I want Marinette to have the same traits as Ladybug? Is that it? I do love Ladybug, but I can't be with her. Meanwhile, I know exactly where Marinette is, and I can see her whenever I want. Do I only think Marinette is a lot like Ladybug because I want her to be? Am I aching to see Marinette so badly because I really want to see Ladybug? Is Marinette just some living proxy?"

I thought back to Théo's Ladybug and Chat Noir statue at the Place des Vosges, and how I would go there and stare at the statue whenever I wanted to see Ladybug. I hadn't stopped at that statue all week. Had my mind replaced it with something made of flesh and blood? Was I still doing the same thing? Pretending so I could believe I could be with Ladybug?

I began to hyperventilate.

"Whoa, Adrien, calm down. You're thinking too much into this." Plagg flew over to my shoulder, but I hardly noticed his presence.

I plopped onto my couch, suddenly dizzy. How could I have let things get this far? I thought I was finally seeing the real Marinette, but was I really just projecting elements of Ladybug onto Marinette so I could have a surrogate? How was that fair to either of them? I felt like I betrayed them both. I betrayed my feelings for Ladybug by trying to find someone more easily accessible to replace her with; showcasing the parts I loved the most about her in some other woman so I wouldn't feel ashamed about giving up on my partner. I had betrayed Marinette as well. Not only by spying on her every day the past week, but also by pretending I finally saw her. I didn't see her at all. I saw an illusion I projected onto her. What kind of friend was I?

Want to read more? You can find the whole chapter here: Chapter 7: Confusion.

Want to read from the beginning (I mean, if you haven’t read it, you should probably start at the beginning), you can find it on these three sites: on AO3,  on FFN,  on DA

Thank you for indulging my shameless plug for my work. ^_^ <3

[musicallisto]

Bonjour Belle✨, Can I know more about your ES MC with the MC ask game? ✨

Thanks for asking! I love talking about my OCs until I annoy the heck out of people ^^

#01. Name? Any nickname? Taylor Hera Montgomery-McKenzie, although she doesn’t know she has a middle name. It isn’t written on any of the paperwork involving her since her birth, adding to the mysteries surrounding her. Hera, in addition to being a mythological figure, of course, is also said to derive from the Greek ‘ηρως (heros) “hero, warrior”; ‘ωρα (hora) “period of time"; or ‘αιρεω (haireo) “to be chosen”. Those three ideas combined pretty much sum up her personality and fate.

#02. Birthday? As her file says, she was born on January 1st on La Huerta.

#03. What’s their family like? She has lost all rememberance of her family. It started bothering her more and more as time passed on the island. When she got on that plane, she clearly remembered her parents, her father’s kind smile and her mother’s warm eyes, her little brother’s cheerful enthusiasm, but the more time she spent on La Huerta, the less she thought about them and the more those colors and laughs started to blur as though the island was having some tricky effect on her mind - or perhaps it was revealing the true nature of what she deeply considered as her memories and her history. She has only confessed those doubts to Jake during their honeymoon, but brushed it off lightly, not wanting to kill the mood between her husband and her, and aware he could do nothing about it.

#04. Relationship status? She is handfasted to Jake McKenzie, which can be considered as a marriage despite not being one in the Western norm.

#05. Top 3 songs?

3. Enrique Iglesias - Bailando2. Amaral - Alerta1. Muse - Unintended

She’s definitely one for what people would consider “guilty pleasure music”. She loves all genres, but has always had a soft spot for reggaeton and hispanophonic music in general, whether it be from South America or Spain. Spanish is a language that she’s always felt drawn to, maybe because of its warm and sensual sound. Alerta is a song she finds utterly beautiful, despite not understanding any of the lyrics at first. If you hear her humming a tune, that’s probably the “ale ale, ale ale alerta”s from the chorus. And Unintended… Unintended reminds her of her adolescence, when she went through her rock phase like almost every 90′s kid - the thing she’s never quite gotten out of it, and fell utterly in love with this band and this particular song when she was fifteen. It reminds her of her relationship with Jake every time she listens to it and always manages to soothe her.

#06. Fave book? Taylor is one for mystery, thriller and science-fiction. She’s in love with Agatha Christie’s books, always been, so it’s clear that her favorite book of all time is Ten Little Niggers, a novel that is so different from everything she’s ever read before. The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux is a very close second though. She didn’t think she would like it that much when she first picked it up, usually not that interested in romance nor historical fiction, but it became her number two through the years thanks to the deep, complex personalities of the characters and the mystery surrounding the phantom.

#07. Fave movie? Although the Phantom of the Opera adaptation from 2001 holds a special place in her heart because of how much she adored the book, her favorite movie is Silence of the Lambs.

#08. Fave show? She’s never watched a lot of TV-shows, but if she had to choose one, it would be Black Mirror, which she never finished because of her life-changing trip.

#09. Hobbies? Swimming. She’s a very strong swimmer, it’s her favorite sport and what she’s always done when she needs to get her mind off of things a little bit. She’s never participated in any competitions though. She also used to practise horse-riding when she was little, but stopped when she entered middle school.

#10. What Perfect Match type would they be? She is the Leader. She has that little something that makes all people instantly confide in her and trust her to make the best decisions and guide them through the storms. She’s most comfortable when in command.

#11. Biggest guilty pleasure? As I mentioned before, it’s all about Latino music! She doesn’t personally consider it a guilty pleasure, just songs that are often played at parties and nowhere else, but she loves to have a little Gente de Zona dance party on her own. She’s a terrible dancer, but that doesn’t stop her from enjoying it, right?

#12. Deepest darkest secret? Apart from being the Endless, she doesn’t remember anything very huge, and her life as she remembers it has always been pretty uneventful and calm. Nobody knows that she has stolen money from some of her classmates in high school when she was in very tough times. It’s not something she’s proud of, and wouldn’t really mind if that shameful memory turned out to be a scam.

#13. Fave childhood memory? She remembers when she went to Disney World in Florida with her parents and her brother - she must have been six or seven, and insisted on going on every. single. ride. much to her parents’ dismay, they were dragged by her brother and her all around the park, but that’s still Taylor’s most prized memory.

#14. Sweet or savoury? Savory, and if possible, spicy.

#15. Hogwarts house? She is a Gryffindor through and through!

#16. Fave food? Argentinan parrilla! More commonly known as grill, but Argentinan parrilla sounds better to her, and Argentinan steak is definitely the best of all.

#17. Fave drink? She doesn’t like sodas, so she would stick to water or lemonade most of the time, but she is also a great mojito fan.

#18. Most treasured possession? A quartz necklace her mother offered her when she turned eighteen, something that has passed through her family for generations and generations. She doesn’t know if everything in her past is false, but at least the necklace isn’t, securely resting on her neck.

#19. Their goals for the future? She wants to escape this hell of an island, spend a few years away from everything by the shore with her husband while helping him clear his name and attending college to finally graduate - then find a stable career and maybe have kids.

#20. Dog-lover or cat-lover? She’s a dog lover! Dogs are better than anything or anyone in her opinion. She doesn’t necessarily hate cats, but she does dislike their tendency to be very independent and snobbish at times.

#21. Early bird or night owl? She’s a night owl. She has no trouble being awake past midnight, but is unable to wake up before seven in the morning. Ever. E v e r.

#22. How do they relax after a bad day? She takes a bath, a long, hot shower or goes swimming in the pool. As I said before, she’s literally a fish in the water and that’s her element.

#23. What do they see as their biggest flaw? She’s aware of her tendency to be quite bossy. Accostumed to being the leader of her group of friends or in school projects, the respected older sister, and with lenient parents, it’s understandable that she would develop the tendency to think that she’s in the position to give orders to anyone. When meeting other strong, commanding personalities like Sean, it was obvious it would clash at first.

#24. And their greatest strength? On the other hand, she is cold-blooded and knows how not to lose her temper when facing a dangerous situation. She knows a lot about survival and feels at ease with responsibilities.

#25. Tragedy strikes! How do they handle a crisis? At first, she shuts everyone off, isolates herself and tries to think about it on her own, but not for long or she’s bound to go crazy or do something stupid. Most of the time, she tries not to show the effect it has on her, but it’s sometimes difficult to hide her feelings from people she’s with all the time.

#26. Coffee shop order? I’m not sure she really likes coffee, or at least, if she can avoid drinking it, she will. She often orders a hot chocolate instead.

#27. It’s Friday night and they’re home alone, what do they get up to? Probably go clubbing with friends or throw a party at her place! She loves music, she loves dancing, she loves being surrounded by people, so it’s the best alternative to concile those three things.

#28. Fave pizza toppings? There’s this pizza that has BBQ sauce, lardons and mushrooms… it’s her ultimate favorite.

#29. What would their superhero name be? Harley Quinn. She’s always liked the tortuous comics character and her complex relationship with the Joker, and their partner in crime-like dynamic reminds her of her complicity with her friends and especially with Jake - besides, Joker was the first nickname she gave him.

#30. What would their ideal day look like? Something adventurous, ourdoors, something out of the ordinary, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Something like paragliding over the bay, or one of her biggest dreams: swimming in the open sea with marine animals.

#31. What did they want to be when they grew up? Has it changed? Believe it or not, when she was little, she wanted to be a firefighter. She’s always been attracted to the idea of helping other people and being in the heat of the action. After she grew up, she abandoned that idea and thought about becoming a doctor. She doesn’t mind what field, she’s sure about the fact that she wants to save people, whatever the cost is.

#32. Do they believe in ghosts? I mean, after being repeatedly saved by one, it’s a little hard not to. But even after La Huerta, a part of her always believed in them.

#33. Do they like amusement parks? oh YES she adores them and would spend DAYS in there if she could.

#34. How many pillows do they sleep with? Three. She likes to be comfortable when she’s sleeping and bury her face in the soft fabric.

#35. What song always gets them dancing? Bailando by Enrique Iglesias. No matter the context, she will always try a few flamenco moves (and fail).

#36. Fave boardgame? Mafia! She’s the one who proposes a game of Mafia at literally every party ever and therefore kills the mood with her childishness lol

#37. If they play Monopoly, what token are they? The ship. To blow up her enemies better, she says.

#38. What does their laugh sound like? High-pitched, a little airy and always with her infamous flirtatious notes.

#39. Describe their aesthetic. Dancing until four in the morning, summer nights and their infinity of stars, tipsily walking down the streets in the unholy hours of the morning, neon lights, cocktail umbrellas by the beach.

#40. Do they exercise? Yeah, she loves running and as I mentioned before, swimming, so she does both on a daily basis. She’s quite athletic, but absolutely not gracious or flexible. So forget everything about dancing or gymnastics.

#41. Fears? Waking up before seven a.m., essentially. Also, she’s terrified ogf being alone, she cannot stand solitude. And she’s never told anyone about her phobia of bugs. Especially wasps. Those creatures deserve hell. She will lose her mind if a wasp is around and try to find the closest source of water to avoid it. They’re the worst for her, and she’s already had panic attacks when being bothered by a wasp when she was little.

#42. Proudest achievement? Surviving La Huerta is already a good one, but apart from that, running 500m in 1′31 minutes when she was eighteen. She hasn’t been able to beat that record ever since, and it’s safe to stay she will never do it again… unless she’s chased down by a horde of zombies.

#43. Fave type of weather? Sunny! She hates the cold and can’t stand foggy weather.

#44. Fave animal? I can see her really liking small monkeys, malicious and clever, but her favorite animal of all of them is the tiger. There’s something so majestic and venerable about them.

#45. Do they like fairytales? She loved them as a kid, but they remained in her childhood. Let’s say she doesn’t care about them that much.

#46. Describe them in 3 words. Fierce piña colada. That’s it. That’s Taylor.

#47. Biggest pet peeve? Slow walkers. she’s always moving, jumping, hyperactive, she has to have space to move.

#48. Hobbies? Swimming, dancing, running - she used to take some guitar lessons when she was younger, but basically only remembers how to play the intro riff of Come As You Are and it’s a very, very painful process.

#49. Extrovert or introvert? Extrovert! That doesn’t mean she can’t be shy in some situations, but she feels more at ease when she’s around a large group of people.

#50. Random headcanon She’s never been to a music festival, nor a concert for that matter. She promised herself she would go one summer to Reading Festival or Coachella with Diego, but never got the chance to do it. It’s one of her biggest regrets when she’s stuck on La Huerta.

MC questionnaire!

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Hogwarts! Minghao

anon requested: "Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Hogwarts AU for minghao/The8 like you did for Joshua and Wonwoo?? Thanks and I love your blog!"

 third year slytherin

closest with the other third years in his friend group, Seokmin and Mingyu

also really close with Gryffindor's Jun

he didn't really know anyone when he first came to Hogwarts

really quiet a lot of the time too

half-blood

tried out for the slytherin quidditch team and became one of the beaters along with Jihoon

and that's how he came to meet the rest of that friend group

also hit Jun with a bludger

and stopped Jun from getting the snitch

which had never happened before in Jun's entire time as a seeker

Minghao went to go apologize to Jun in the infirmary because he hadn't meant to hurt anyone was just too good at being a beater

"What?!?! Don't be sorry, I've never failed before, this makes it all the more fun!" Jun said, surprising Minghao

and their friendship started from there

never insult one of them

not unless you want to make thirteen new enemies

Minghao gets decent scores on stuff but is pretty laid back

isn't really seen studying

rather, he trains really hard everyday with the quidditch team

"Grades don't promise a good life, you have to do what you love"

walks around the grounds with his friends a lot

and talks or sits by the lake

also hangs out a lot in the room of requirement

though no one knows why

ask Jun or someone Minghao's close to and they say

"Minghao does his own thing sometimes so we don't bother him, it's tough dealing with all of us all the time."

also spends the most time on the quidditch field compared to the others

practicing or doing flying tricks with Jun

or just flying around the grounds on the weekend with other teammates

also likes spending time in the astronomy tower, stargazing with his friends or by himself

was rumored to have hidden a dragon in the forbidden forest as his pet

but no could ever get any proof he had a dragon

although someone did swear Minghao came into potions one day with his robes a bit burnt

best class is Defense against the Dark Arts

tbh he's too good

never gets below a perfect score on papers and the professor loves him

which sort of bothered you

"I swear he doesn't do any work in the class but the professor just lets him do whatever!" you rant to a friend

ever since you and Minghao met, you guys had a frenemy sort of deal

he had accidentally ran into you in the halls causing you to drop your books

and when he bent down to pick them up for you, you accidentally smacked him in the face with your robes

suffice to say, your dynamic with Xu Minghao had always been a bit complicated from there

"Hey!!! I'm sorry I made you drop your stuff, no need to smack me!" he yelled rubbing his nose

"I didn't smack you and why are you running in the first place, are you lost?" you said flustered

this question was met with some awkward and tense silence

everyone knows the two of you argue over everything

if you both start bickering

"y/n and Minghao are back at it again, PLEASE STOP."

and when you found out he was in the same house as you-

"Wait this means I'm in your classes..."

"I'm just as upset as you are"

"No way, I'm clearly more upset."

"You are not, I'm suffering."

"You're lucky to be graced by my presence."

"Please sweetheart, don't make me laugh."

it was almost funny how you two argued about everything

"No you're supposed to add the root after you stir!" you tell Minghao in potions

"Well if you had read the directions faster, we wouldn't be stuck here!" he stuck his tongue out at you

"Hey you two, stop fighting, you'd think you guys were a married couple or something." your friend laughed at the two of you

"Shut it." Minghao rolled his eyes

"Hey! Don't talk to my friend that way!"

Minghao knew how to push your buttons, and you weren't really sure why

"Ok but think of it this way, he legit never does stuff in Defense against the Dark Arts!"

"This is like the fifth time you've brought him up in a minute, ar you obsessing over Minghao or something? Make up your mind..." she shakes her head sarcastically

"I'm not obsessing over him!"

"RIght." she suppresses a giggle

"You sure you don't like him then?" she snickered

"WHat the ACtUal heCK!" you turn around facing her

"You're always bickering with him over tiny stuff, and he's always trying to annoy you on purpose as if trying to start conversations and stuff." she said hiding a smile

"Are you ok? You didn't get hexed or something did you?" you ask her

which makes her throw her hw at you

"No need for violence but what you said doesn't make any sense." you say handing her back the projectile that was her hw

"You're always talking about him too. Now that I think about it you two are alike in a lot of ways." she shrugs

"What how?!?!"

"Well, you're both the best in our class for defense against the dark arts, you're both stubborn and you're both annoying..."

it was your turn to throw your hw at her

"Look, I'm just saying, if you like Minghao, tell him" she laughs before turning to finish her paper

"I don't like him!" you say blushing unknowingly, "He doesn't do anything in that class! Just sits around with his friends."

"Explain his perfect paper scores then?"

"He has to be cheating, I don't know how, but I'll prove it."

"Explain your blushing then?"

you stopped to stick your tongue out at her and to hide your reddening face

no you didn't like Minghao, right?

he was just some annoying classmate of yours...

the more you thought about what your friend said though

the more you reflected on yourself

the way Minghao always seemed to walk up to you in potions

"Lovely day I would have been having, if only you, my favorite person IN THE WHOLE WORLD, were a bit happier to see me." he'd joke

"Go annoy someone else" you said without looking up

"But I like annoying you, because your reactions are hilarious." he'd laugh

or the way your eyes would naturally wonder over to his face in defense against the dark arts

where he'd notice you staring

and stick out his tongue at you or make a silly face

and he'd laugh seeing you roll your eyes and look away

but you always stared at him a bit after

when he wasn't looking at you

and noticed how a small dimple formed on his cheek when he pressed his lips together for a smile

what the heck are you actually a stalker stop you don't like Minghao... RIGHT?????!?!?!

but as you thought about it more

he never failed to make your life at school interesting

the way he bounded up behind you going into defense against the dark arts to tap you on the right shoulder before ducking to your left side and pretending he never did it

or the way you two would race each other to see who could finish hw first in the common rooms

or how you'd draw a mustache on his face with wingardium leviosa and your quill if he ever fell asleep

you had to admit your feelings for him were more than just some annoying classmate

but what could you do about them?

your relationship with him had always been just frenemies

once you both were trying to figure out the stupefy spell

and you looked over at him determined to beat him to the punch when learning it

and he just gave you a sly smile

before cracking up in laughter when you accidentally broke a desk with your wrongly done spell

when he threw it perfectly at the practice dummy

and walked over like

"Do you need something y/n?"

and you just huffed and threw the spell perfectly on the next turn before turning around to look at him pointedly

which he just returned with an eyebrow raised

"Your aiming could have been better." he comments before turning away

you didn't want to like Minghao, or did you want to like him? he had always been your number one competition, the person always keeping you on your toes

but he also made you laugh when you weren't feeling the best

and his occasional messing up was endearing 

and also made you want to help him when he needed it

"THIS IS TOO COMPLICATED I HATE EMOTIONS!!!!" you groan in the empty hallway before the room of requirement

you needed to get something out of the room but Minghao had popped into your thoughts again

speaking of Minghao popping out of nowhere

"Yelling in the hallways waking up the ghosts again, y/n?"

you nearly scream as Minghao walks up behind you

"Give me some heads up when you show your face, I almost became a ghost." you said clutching your heart

"Yea well, I'm not really up for our usual teasing today, y/n, sorry."

you look up to see Minghao sighing

"Why? Not up for my usual roasting of you?" you joke trying to lighten the suddenly serious mood

"I don't know, I'm just tired I guess." he paced three times pass the door and you watched a door appear

"Should I leav-" you start before he turns to look at you and grabs your arm pulling you into the room

alone

the room was lined with mirrors and you look closer,

practice dummies?

you watched as Minghao threw a spell at one without even seeming to try

and hit it perfectly

"I come here to practice every night, but it's too quiet, and you were here being loud as usual so..." he trailed off

you stared at him as he threw another spell

"Anyway, I hope you don't mind, you can just sit there and talk about how annoying I am if you want, but I just didn't want to be by myself..." he finished blushing

"What?" you said trying to shake your thoughts

"I practice every night which is how I can pull off that stuff in class. I kind of just wanted to show off to you because you're smart, but I guess my plan backfired, since I don't think you like me very much"

you looked up feeling warmth in your cheeks

Minghao wasn't looking at you, he was staring dead ahead at the next practice dummy

"Jun told me I'm clueless on these things, but I don't know what to do. How do you tell the person you like that you like them?" he said giving a cute little frown

you were surprised at his words, "I guess the guy's human after all." you thought to yourself

but you also felt your heart fall

so Minghao liked someone already

it shouldn't have affected you, but you felt your heart ache a bit

"You should just tell her" you said sighing

even if you liked Minghao and he liked someone else, you didn't like seeing him not as his usual joking and vibrant self

"You think so?" he said looking at you

"Yea..."

"y/n?"

"Yea Minghao?"

"Ummm, I- I kinda like you." 

and before you even got a chance to process his words

he pulled you into his arms

hugging you to his chest

"I never really knew how to tell you, and it seemed like you hated me. But you always talked to me even when other people wouldn't because they think I'm too quiet or something. And you were always just there, despite me teasing you all the time. I don't know when, but, I really like you y/n."

he let go of you

you, frozen in your spot

"You can continue hating me now, I just had to tell you before I went crazy." he started to turn away

you grabbed onto his arm and he turned back to face you

"Uh, I kind of like you too...."

Minghao's smile was the brightest you had ever seen it

"What's that? Our loud y/n speaking in a whisper?" he giggled, "Could you say it again, I didn't quite hear you."

"Don't push your luck Xu Minghao, I said I like you too." you crinkled your nose

"So do you want to kind of go out with me?" he said smiling brightly again

"Only if you kind of want to date me..." you said returning his smile

"That's what I just asked."

"Well I'm awkward so what'd you expect?"

everyone freaking SHOOK when you walk into class together not arguing

"Is the world ending tomorrow?" your friend said looking at you then over at Minghao

the both of you just staring at each other and hiding a smile

Mingyu stalking over to you

"Did you finally break Minghao y/n?"

"Hm..?" you said

until Minghao literally shatters the earth everyone is standing on by putting an arm around you and saying "No, we're dating."

and everyone ??!!!??!?!?

"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!?"

and everyone is so surprised

except for Jun

"I called it."

"No you didn't."

"REGARDLESS, I told you to tell her."

and the two of you are just the cutest most comfortable softest thing there

racing each other to your next class

games of tag as you pass each other in the hallway

"Tag you're it"

"I tagged you you're it!"

him stealing your books and other supplies to carry around for you

teasing each other with cute pet nicknames

and teasing each other in different ways

"Why can't I hold your hand?" Minghao whined playfully

"You have to be fast enough first." you smirk and raise your hand up to wave in his face

but in a blink your smirk disappears as Minghao grabs your hand, you too slow to react

"Gotcha."

"I hate you."

"Aw come one, you loooooove meeee."

"No I don't."

and he'd grab your other hand too until you're trapped facing him

"What's that?" he said titling his head cutely at you

"Fine," you say giving in, "I tolerate you mildly."

"that's not it." he said before leaning down to kiss you on the cheek

"Try it again." he said laughing

"Fine, I like you. Are you happy now?" you say giggling

"Mhmm. I'm very happy."

The Seventeen Hogwarts AU Series:

| S.coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino |

MASTERLIST

[herofics]

Okay think about shinsou and reader were childhood friends and she always kicked the butts of people Who made fun öf his quirk. Then reader had to move but then came back to ua. Then they saw eachother at the sports festival then they started Lilith eachother more and then shinsou decided to confess. (Reader quirk telekinesis)

I feel like I write Shinsou very OOC, but from where I stand, he has a complex personality, but he is my eggplant son and I love him. Also I’m tired af so there might not be another post today, depends on how the day goes.

This was the day. You could make a name for yourself at the UA sports festival. Of course you were also curious to see all the different quirks and people. You marched to the stadium with the rest of the class-A. When all the first years had gathered, the event started. Bakugou went to make his so called speech or whatever and then it was the time for the first round. It turned out to be an obstacle course.

“Oh boy, I hate this.”, you sighted.

This was more of a physical thing. You weren’t in a bad shape, but your quirk probably wasn’t the most ideal for this. Depending on the way the obstacle course had been built of course.

The whole mass of students started to run throught the corridor. You moved people out of your way with your quirk, and ran throught the crowd. Todoroki froze the ground and you managed to dodge, just in the nick of time. A lot of people from other classes were trapped to the ice. Next there were robots ahead, same ones as at the entering exam. A few of your classmates had already gotten past them, and you could see them disappearing to the distance.

You glanced behind you and saw that a lot of people where stuck in Todoroki’s ice. One particular group caught your eye. There were a few people carrying a person with purple hair and tired eyes.

“Toshi?!”, you shrieked, recognizing your childhood friend. You used his old nickname without even thinking.

Shinsou turned to look at the person who had said his name. It was a girl. A very familiar looking girl.

“[Name]!?”, he yelped.

“Holy hell, it really is-”, your sentence was cut of by something knocking you head first to the ground. You lost conciousness.

When you woke up, your head was hurting like hell. You sat up.

“What the heck happened?”, you muttered.

“You got knocked out by one of the robots.”, someone answered.“

“Who is it?”

The boy peeked from behind the curtain that was surrounding your bed.

“Can I come in?”, he asked.

“Toshi! It really was you. Come here”, you exclaimed.

“I didn’t know you were in UA, and in the hero course on top of that.”

“I had no idea you were here either, but how was your first round?”

“I got to continue, I came here as soon as I finished. I wanted to make sure it was really you.”

“Well, it’s me. But I was dropped from the race, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah, it’s a shame. If you still kick ass like you used to, you woul’ve been great out there. Are you gonna come and watch the next event?”

“Yeah, I wanna see you in action.”

“Let’s go then, I’ve got to hurry and you can go to the stands.”

“Hey, do you mind if I still call you Toshi?” you asked quietly.

“No, it’s fine.”

You smiled and headed out from the temporary nurse’s office. You went to your seat and waited for the event to begin.

It was weird seeing him after all this time. You had thought about him alot ever since you moved away, but your parents didn’t want you to keep in contact with him. They thought his quirk was villanous and that he might hurt you. You should’ve fought them on it, but you didn’t and you regretted that. You knew that Shinou was well aware of what your parents thought of him. He had been your best friend for years, and then you had just lost touch with him. You had kicked the asses of everyone who had bullied Shinsou for his quirk. You still would. You decided you wanted ro reconnect with him. The relationship between you two didn’t seem too tense or akward, so there was hope.

Shinsou was distracted during the cavalry battle. It was really you. Here at UA with him, sure you were on different classes, but minor details like that didn’t matter. His childhood friend was back, the one who always tried to save him from the bullies and ended up getting hurt herself. The girl he hadn’t stopped thinking about even when the years had passed.

Shinsou got to continue to the next round, but he could only think about you. You were thrilled when you saw his name on the board. He got to move forward on the competition.

You waited in the stands, and those of your classmates who didn’t continue, came to the stands too.

“Oh, (Last Name), you got out from the infarmary.”, Ojiro said.

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything serious… Why didn’t you continue on the competition? You had the chance.”

“I just didn’t feel like I had earned it. I think the guy with the purple hair has some kind of a mindcontrol quirk or something.”

“He does.” you muttered

“Well, I promised to help Midoriya. We’re gonna try and figure out his quirk a bit more, so I’m gonna go now. Take care.”

“Bye.”

Many of your classmates had gone on to the second round. Now it was time for some fun, while they made the arena for the next battle.

It was time for the first match. Midoriya versus Shinsou. This could be interesting, all Shinsou had to do, was get Midoriya to say something to him. On the other Midoriya was smart as heck, and if Ojiro had tipped him off on Shinsou’s quirk, it would complicate things.

“Kick his ass Toshi! Go Midoriya!”, you shouted at the both of them.

Shinsou was your friend, but Midoriya was your classmate, so you decided to cheer for the both of them. All your classmates around you stared at you with wide eyes.

“Yes, I know him, but let’s concentrate on the match.”, you said.

Everyone waited in anticiapation. Midnight announced the match starting and Midoriya startes to aproach Shinsou slowly. Shinsou said some stuff him and Midoriya shouted back.

“You got him now, win it Toshi.”, you cheered.

You watched as Midoriya started to walk closer to the edge of the stage, as commanded by Shinsou, but on the last second he stopped. There was a preassure wave created by Midoriya and before you knew it. Shinsou was out of bounds. He had lost. You cheered for Midoriya a bit and went to the corridor to wait for Shinsou.When he finally showed up, he looked pretty down.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’ll kick some ass next year.”, you grinned.

“Hope so.”, he sighted

“But hey, we have some catching up to do, so should we get started?”

“Why not.”

You walked around and talked about all the stuff that had been going on for the past few years. He told you about how his school life had worsened after you had left. You talked about the school you had transfered to and how you hadn’t really liked it there. Together, you went through every little detail, and in the end it felt like you were both much more on track about everything.

“Wow, that was alot of stuff.”, you smiled.

“I agree. Do you think the matches are still going?”

“Not for long atleast. Should we go see?”

“Sure.”, he shrugged.

You headed back to the stands, but had to go your separate ways, since the GenEd’s stand were in a different direction.

You got to the stands. Midoriya was sitting there with Uraraka and Iida. He was covered in bandages.

“Hey, Midoriya. What the heck happened to you?”, you asked.

“Oh, Sarte. I got this from my match with Todoroki.”

“Well he sure did a number on you.”

“Yeah, but… Can I ask you something?”, he said hesitantly.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to pry, but… How do you know Shinsou? And why did you call him Toshi?”

“Oh that? He is a friend of mine, a pretty old friend actually.”, you explained.

“Oh ok, could you tell me about his quirk. I want to know more about it…”, the rest of his excited blur of words was lost from you.

You just nodded at Midoriya, not paying attention to what he was saying. You were lost in thought. Did you have the right to call him Toshi? He had said he was fine with it, but still. You had known each other for a long time, but the break was still there. Those lost years of your friendship, when you had moved away, and not kept in contact. You felt guilty. Shinsou had been your best friend for a long time, but you stopped texting him, just because your parents didn’t accept it. You felt like a traitor, and it annoyed you.

When the sports festival was over, it was time for normal school again. You started to hang out with Shinsou whenever you had the chance. It was just like old times, just the two of you against the world. It was fun, but you could sense some tension in the air. Shinsou had started to act weird, like there was something he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. One day, Shinsou came to you just when the school day ended.

“Hey [Name], do you have a moment? I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah, sure. What is it?”, you smiled.

He lead you to a bench that was under a tree, and you sat down.

“So tell me. ”

“When we were kids, your parents didn’t like you hanging out with me, but you did. And you always tried to help me and save me from those jerks that bullied me.”, he explained.

“Okay, where are you going with this?”, you said as you tilted your head.

“The point is… I like you, I’ve liked you since we were kids. So would you go out with me?”

“Huh?!”

You didn’t know what to say, your best friend had just told you, he likes you, little did he know you felt the same way. You liked him too. You had been quiet longer then you realized.

“I just wanted to tell you. I’m gonna go now.”, he sighted as he stood up.

“No!”, you shouted as you grabbed his hand.

Now it was Shinsou’s turn to be confused.

“Don’t go. I… I like you too and I’d love to go out with you.” ,you said quietly.

“Really?”

“Yes Toshi, really.”

He sat back down, with a wide smiled spread across his face. You were smiling too. The boy you had liked for years, actually liked you back. You were happy, and you could see Shinsou was too.

[narisblog]

Master list of my favorite Bangtan fanfics

OT7 fics:

Bangtan Unleashed (Pt.2 is here)- Nobody knows the real Bangtan. What happens when the stage personas drop and the filter comes down? Pure insanity that's what.

Make Me Begin- When Jungkook is attacked, in the middle of their comeback, the rest of BTS struggle to come to terms with it and their own feelings for each other.

Blue Balls- Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung have a bet on who will the last the longest without getting off.The others then get involved.

Yoonmin:

Expensive Tastes- The fact that submitting to his own tastes empowers Yoongi so much makes Jimin think that he and Min Yoongi are practically made for each other.Jimin is a spoilt little thing who loves expensive gifts and attention, and Yoongi cannot help but indulge him.

Yoonmin Tumblr Requests- a place for me to dump my tumblr requests for those who want to read them! probably will be mostly yoonmin smut unless people request other things

Lock and key- Jimin had been rubbing up all over him ever since he got home, telling him he smelt good. Yoongi blanched as the realization hit him.Ah shit.

give me your full attention- “I didn’t want a roommate in the first place but you’re really fucking hot and I'm having a hard time studying since you just walked into our dorm with sweaty limbs after your stupid dance practice and now I can’t concentrate on anything else but you, fuck you.”

stuck on you- jimin doesn't do the whole fwb thing, it was too complicated and people didn't interest him enough to stick around, but he guesses that he could make an exception for yoongi's sakeーat least until the grouchy, mint-haired guy starts making him feel weird things, that is.

Head Cold- “Then why did you sneeze? You only sneeze when you’re feeling sick.”“I’m not sick!” Jimin yelled, flicking his tail at Yoongi and kicking his feet furiously. Yoongi glared at him, and Jimin returned it, quirking an eyebrow in competition.“Do you wanna get spanked?” Yoongi growled, his glare growing darker.“I dare you, Daddy.”Or: Yoongi suspects Jimin is sick, and Jimin is less than happy about his oncoming cold.

Perfect Is the Sound of You Breaking- Jimin likes being good, he likes being perfect.

Take Me To Church- Jimin, much to his chagrin, has a demon called Yoongi living in his bedroom. Things would be easier if Yoongi were a soul sucking monster instead of charming and unfairly hot.

NamJin:

Trouble- "I think you'd look good in black stockings."

tell me how you want your gift- (Feat. Yoongi)- tfw yoongi and namjoon don't remember seokjin's birthday is in, like... a week.sequel to twos company, threes a party

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself- Every time Jin bends over, Namjoon slaps his ass. It was supposed to be a joke the first few times, but now Jin seems to be bending over a lot more.

Thinking out loud- It's funny how that brain to mouth filter works huh? Well maybe not funny, But it certainly makes for a Lovely icebreaker. Even when you didn't ask.....

The beauty and the monster-  (warning:lots of smut/possible triggers) Jin is the heir to his parents' large company, but he doesn't act like the typical spoiled rich boy. Namjoon is a ruthless criminal that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. With the help of his closest gang members he is bound to succeed in everything. What happens when the beauty collides with the Monster? Not your average fairy tale.

get on your knees (say pretty please)- Seokjin hates Namjoon, and then of course, the two of them get stranded on a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Pink- Namjoon would do anything to please his pretty princess.

up and coming; we’re fucking in an elevator- When Seokjin finally arrives home from a very long trip, Namjoon finds that he can barely control himself.

Pack Mentality (Kinda OT7)- Namjoon is possessive.

You are Only Hiding from Yourself (Feat. Yoongi)- Omegas were not allowed in K-pop. It was too risky but Jin wanted in. So like any closet omega he took suppression meds to change his smell to a beta. He got them sent from home so that everyone would not see and religiously he took them every day. But when he runs out of meds on a trip to America he soon realizes that he is putting the group at risk when his heat triggers two more.

Sope:

Everything Gone Wrong- The first thing that went wrong in Yoongi's life was when his parents signed him up as a volunteer for the new governmental genetic experiment.Then he woke up as a sort of human-wolf hybrid.And got stuck with six idiots under the same roof.All of them are eager to find out their ranks, and Yoongi specially wants to Alpha them all.He should have known that nothing would go as he desired.

Game over (Fantasy fulfilled)- Back at their apartment, Yoongi and Hoseok finish what they started at the club

The games we play (My Fantasy)- Min Yoongi knows for a fact that fantasies can become reality

Sun and Moon - You are my other side- Everyone at their university said that they both wouldn't make a very good pair because of the clash and contrast in their personalities. Boy were these other students quick to judge. Min Yoongi - A hybrid musician with the genetics of both a vampire and a nix - and Jung Hoseok - A dancer with the genetics of a nix - have been best friends since the last year of their middle school days.They now have ten pure years of friendship - a few disagreements here and there. Though, Yoongi and Hoseok kept their - well fucking hidden - 3 year raging crushes they've had towards each other - that developed on their first year of college - a secret.It wasn't until their first year at University, not even two weeks into the first semester. Yoongi got annoyed at a female student who tried to grab - read: steal - Hoseok's attention. So Yoongi decided that it was now or never, and to be fair Hoseok had never been so relieved - but lowkey pissed off that it took this long - for Yoongi's confession, that day. The only ones who know about Yoongi and Hoseok's relationship; is the small friendship group that was assembled through their roommates / classmates. Everyone else is utterly clueless.

we write sins (not tragedies)- Rival Erotica writers Yoongi and Hoseok. 50% crack, 50% porn.

Kookmin:

come on and bare your teeth- Jimin heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and he looked up……and found himself staring right into the eyes of a wolf. When Jimin runs away, he certainly doesn't expect to find a new home in the form of a bunch of furry beasts living inside a rock.

I’m the Hyung- Request/Prompt: No matter how many times he asserts his "hyung" status over Jungkook, Jimin still has a secret 'thing' for being dominated by him

i am a good boy (Feat. Taehyung)- The ideal couple. Jimin was short and soft in all the ways Jeongguk was tall and hard. The stuff of highly rated KBS dramas, Taehyung supposed.Until recently.aka taehyung stumbles upon (more like into) the true dynamics of his best friend's relationship ft. power bottom jimin, eager to please jeongguk and thirsty taehyung

Headed to Hell for the Company- A series of one-shots depicting Taehyung's time with his mildly sex-crazed half-demon boyfriend Jungkook.

Vkook:

Nice dream- … And he awakens, drenched in sweat, to see Jeongguk leaning over him. He feels an unmistakeable tightness in his pants. How embarrassing.“Are you okay?” the other asks, face pink. Taehyung blinks a couple of times.“Yeah, just a dream, no worries,” he reassures, voice scratchy. He hopes Jeongguk can’t tell.

Worth The Wait- Jeongguk's about to go crazy waiting for the next time the four of them can have some fun together. Luckily, one afternoon they all find themselves alone in the house once again.Lots of smut, though with a teeny bit of plot. This is a follow up to Sunday Morning, though could potentially be read as a standalone.

Assassin’s Order- CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he's gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle's company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn't expect was falling for each other in the progress.

Disaster- ALL that Jungkook needed was a click and his inner Slut was discovered and of course having a strictly religious family didn't stop him from opening his legs willingly for anyone as long as he was going too get fucked well !EXCEPT FOR ONE PERSON: V the college asshole playboy And Taehyung's only mistake was being born as V's twin brother & being in love with Jungkook.

You Are My Fifth Season- Jungkook loved Taehyung when the latter couldn't love himself. Will that love resist the hardships ahead?Or: The tales of a flawed/innocent Taehyung and a player/playboy Jungkook.-"Trust me?" -"Thrust me."

Up Above the Parachutes- Taehyung is a flight attendant, Jeongguk catches his eye (and his pants).

Notice Me Hyung- Taehyung is too stupid to understand and Jungkook must change that.

I was.- Jungkook is a sexually frustrated teen with raging hormones and shit while Taehyung is tired as fuck and he just want to take his beauty sleep.

Other ships:

Stuck in a rut (KookJoon feat. Hobi and Yoongi)-Jungkook goes into rut for the first time. Yoongi and Hoseok were just trying to help a bro out.

Burnin’ Up (Namseok)-PROMPT FILL: from anon; “I was wondering if you could write an omegaverse namseok fic, with omega namjoon? Totally fine if you cant, I was just curious ♡.”

빨간색 [And Black] (HopeMin)- Red and black. That's all that mattered at the moment.

To Know Reverence (HopeMin)- Fills for the nsfw 30 days otp challenge prompts.

Crows, Flowers, and Apples (Taegi)- Yoongi is a boxer who goes by the name Agust D, Taehyung is his boyfriend/ring boy. Or: Yoongi just got finished with a match and unwinds with Tae in the shower. aka puppies, piercings, tatttos and fluff not to mention smut

Tell Daddy what you wanna do (YoonKook)- Yoongi accidentally calls Jungkook daddy.

there are two kinds of cake (YoonJoon)- both of them you eat.(lmao alternatively it's namjoon's birthday and yoongi gets cake)

Twisted (YoonKook)- In which Yoongi is a pyromaniac in every sense of the word, Jeongguk is a psycho who is also perpetually horny and Taehyung is just an innocent bystander … (except, not really).